That clear cry, like an invisible Warhammer forged from pure will, fiercely shattered the shell of the cocoon of light.
Boom!
The brilliant pink-purple cocoon of light was instantly covered in spiderweb-like cracks.
The next second, it completely disintegrated, turning into billions of specks of light, like a grand and silent meteor shower of fireflies, scattering in all directions.
As the light faded, it revealed the brand-new figure standing in place.
The silence of the Colosseum was pushed to its absolute limit at this moment.
Even the war symphony outside the door, woven from Fogremia's sword dance and the roars of the World Eaters, seemed to have been robbed of all its presence by this figure.
Standing there was no longer that blood-red giant covered in scars and metal circuits, with a huge, bloated body, filled with an aura of tragedy and destruction.
In her place was a Valkyrie.
A Valkyrie over two meters tall, even more upright than the previous Angron, yet whose figure was filled with explosive power and streamlined athleticism.
She possessed long, waist-length red hair like a burning waterfall of lava, every strand seeming to contain an unyielding Battle Intent, dancing wantonly in the afterglow of the light specks.
Her skin was no longer pale or stained with blood, but a healthy, firm, bronze color with a faint luster.
On her flat abdomen, the clearly visible abdominal lines and well-defined abs outlined breathtaking curves of power, yet without any hint of masculine ruggedness; instead, it was filled with an extreme agility and flexibility belonging to a female leopard.
A brand-new set of power armor covered her body.
The armor was no longer the rough paint job of the World Eaters, but had a dull copper-red as its main body, dotted with matte black patterns representing death and rebirth.
The design of the armor perfectly fit her new body curves, unreservedly outlining her high, full breasts, slender waist that could barely be grasped, and the lifted, rounded contours of her hips, full of wildness and a sense of power.
Those straight long legs wrapped in power armor were filled with indescribable explosive power, as if every step could crack the earth.
She, Anglonia, slowly opened her eyes.
They were a pair of amber eyes burning with raging flames.
In her pupils, there was no longer that endless pain and chaos that had plagued her for hundreds of years.
Nor was there that regret and sadness of being betrayed.
There remained only a pure, soaring... Battle Intent, as if it would burn the entire universe to ashes.
Anglonia lowered her eyes slightly, her gaze falling on her own long, powerful hands.
She spread her fingers, then clenched them into a fist abruptly.
Surging power, like rushing lava, flowed thunderously through her blood vessels, muscles, and bones.
This power was stronger and more violent than ever before, yet... incomparably obedient.
It was no longer a beast trying to tear her apart, but a peerless warhorse that had been completely tamed, obeying only her command.
"Is this... me?"
A slightly husky, yet unique, magnetic, and powerful mezzo-soprano voice resonated in the depths of her heart.
She felt her own body, feeling the brand-new vitality contained under every inch of her skin.
Without the eternal torture, without the endless noise, the world became so clear for the first time, so... quiet.
Her gaze moved upward unconsciously.
She could "feel" that above her head, the hideous and twisted "Butcher's Nails" that had brought her hundreds of years of hell, had already disappeared.
Replacing it was an exquisite headpiece made of dark gold metal, resembling a crown of thorns.
The headpiece was perfectly embedded in her red hair, with a faint, golden glow of [Battle Intent] flowing on it, originating from the same source as the power on Terrania.
It was no longer a source of pain.
It had become an amplifier, a resonator.
A brand-new organ that converted her anger, her will to protect, and all her combat instincts into pure power.
This rebirth, this liberation, this unprecedented power...
Anglonia's amber pupils slowly lifted.
Her gaze passed over her own body, over this land stained with blood and sand, and finally, precisely landed on the black-haired woman who was smiling at her.
Leticia's face was a bit pale; apparently, the "correction" that had originated from the soul level just now had caused her a huge consumption of energy.
But her pure black eyes were astonishingly bright, filled with relief, joy, and the heartfelt admiration one feels when watching a perfect work of art being born.
The moment she saw Leticia.
The moment she saw her pale face and gentle smile.
Anglonia's amber pupils, burning with flames, suddenly constricted!
It was as if a bolt of lightning from the beginning of creation had fiercely struck into the deepest part of her soul.
An endless torrent of emotions, indescribable in words, instantly breached the sturdy dam she had constructed from her Battle Intent.
It was her.
It was she who had personally pulled her out of that eternal hell.
It was she who had smoothed over all the wounds in her soul.
It was she who had bestowed upon her this brand-new body, no longer enslaved by pain.
It was she who had given her... rebirth.
Gratitude, worship, fanaticism, and an absolute loyalty that made her want to dedicate everything she had to her, to burn out the last drop of her blood for her!
All emotions finally converged into one most primitive, most pure desire.
— Protect her!
— Fight for her!
— Tear all enemies who dared to make her show such a look of fatigue into pieces!
This Valkyrie, who had just been reborn from fire and pain, moved.
She strode forward with those straight long legs wrapped in copper-red power armor, legs that would drive any man crazy, ignoring the chainaxe belonging to the past at her feet, and walked with long strides in front of Leticia.
Her steps were steady and powerful, as if every step was treading on the heartbeat of the universe.
Finally, she stopped one step away in front of Leticia.
Then, under Leticia's slightly surprised gaze, this wild and arrogant god of war, over two meters tall, crashed down onto one knee in a gesture more standard and more pious than any knight's salute in any textbook!
The solid alloy knee armor collided with the ground, emitting a dull and powerful loud noise.
She lowered her proud head, which had never truly submitted to anyone, and her fiery red long hair hung down like a waterfall.
Anglonia spoke.
Her voice was no longer the husky roar of Angron, like two pieces of rusty metal rubbing together, but a clear, pleasant mezzo-soprano with a hint of magnetism and power.
In that voice, there was a will capable of making the mountains tremble.
"My life..."
"My fury..."
"My soul, my everything..."
She raised her head, those amber eyes burning with flames gazing at Leticia with incomparable focus and fanaticism, and word by word, she offered the first and eternal vow after her rebirth.
"From now on, I burn only for you."
"My goddess."
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