For the first time, the amber flames burning in Anglonia's eyes faded, stripping away all her Battle Intent and majesty.
Within them remained only an emotion Leticia had never seen in her before—a mixture of supplication and profound sorrow.
This Valkyrie, who had just suppressed an entire legion with her own strength, through absolute violence and majesty, now knelt before her goddess, her proud head bowed low, her voice even carrying a trace of uncontrollable trembling.
It was only two words, yet it seemed to drain her of all her strength.
Those thousands of broken corpses lying inside and outside the Colosseum were her comrades, the World Eaters she had once been so proud of.
They had endured the torment of the Butcher's Nails with her, roaring together in blood and fire. They were the only companions in her tragic fate.
Now, she had been reborn.
Yet they remained nothing but cold corpses.
Leticia looked at her, at the broad, slightly trembling back of this Guardian of Fury, and sighed softly in her heart.
"This is no Guardian of Fury; she is clearly a lioness who has just lost all her cubs and has now found a glimmer of Hope."
She reached out, not to help Anglonia up, but to gently and soothingly stroke her long, lava-fall-like red hair.
The strands were warm, carrying the vigorous Vitality of a new life.
"I promise you."
Leticia's voice was calm and gentle, yet it contained a power capable of reviving all things.
"The departed should not weep for long."
"Life shall be rekindled here."
Having received the promise, Anglonia's massive body jolted, and she looked up at Leticia in disbelief.
Leticia offered her a reassuring smile.
Then, she turned around and took the hand of Terrania, who had been standing quietly to the side, watching everything with her large, golden eyes.
"Come, Nia," Leticia said softly, "Sister needs your help."
Terrania nodded vigorously, her small palm gripping Leticia's fingertips as if to transfer all her strength.
Leticia led her, step by step, to the center of the battlefield, where corpses lay scattered and the air was intertwined with the scent of blood and despair.
This was a kingdom of death.
Fogremia stood quietly in the distance, her deep purple eyes watching every move Leticia made with a hint of scrutiny and curiosity. She wanted to see how this omnipotent Sister would perform this near-genesis miracle.
"Close your eyes, Nia."
Leticia's voice was like a chant.
"Feel them, listen to them, and then... soothe them."
Terrania obediently closed her eyes.
The next second, a golden halo, pure to the extreme and as warm as the rising sun, radiated silently from her slender, frail body like a ripple.
The halo was intangible, yet omnipresent.
It gently brushed over every broken corpse, piercing through the cold ceramite armor to touch the fragments of souls that had been torn apart by excruciating pain and fury.
Those fragments were filled with violence, unwillingness, and the most primal desire for battle.
But under the radiance of the golden halo, all the mania and unease quickly melted and subsided, like ice cubes wrapped in warm seawater.
The twisted souls were smoothed out.
The shrill roars turned into whispers of rest.
A grand and solemn requiem played silently across this land of blood and sand.
This was the most fundamental power of soul-soothing, unique to the reincarnated body of the Emperor.
Leticia could clearly feel that those souls, which had been full of resistance and chaos, had now become docile and peaceful, like infants waiting for their mother's call.
The preparations were complete.
Leticia looked up, and deep within her pitch-black eyes, pink and purple nebulae began to swirl frantically.
The two authorities within her, Vitality and Divine Charm, were pushed to an unprecedented extreme.
"In my name..."
Her voice resounded throughout the entire historical slice.
"--Reshape!"
Boom!!!
A sea of light, indescribable in words, erupted from Leticia as the center!
It was a verdant ocean constructed from the purest source of life, intertwined with a vast, pink-purple galaxy representing perfection and charm.
Green light and purple radiance reflected off each other, instantly swallowing the entire Colosseum and spreading to the battlefield further away, enveloping thousands of World Eaters' corpses along with the ground beneath them.
This was a massive consumption of divine power, far exceeding any previous instance.
Leticia's complexion turned pale at a rate visible to the naked eye, and beads of sweat even seeped from her forehead.
Yet her eyes remained calm and firm.
In the sea of light, a miracle was unfolding.
Those broken, blood-stained corpses were not repaired, but directly decomposed, dissipated, and transformed into billions of tiny specks of light.
The green ones were the light of life.
The red ones were the fire of the Battle Intent.
Countless specks of light, like a swarm of fireflies guided by an invisible hand, slowly rose from the ground, circling, converging, and intertwining in mid-air.
They rapidly reorganized and condensed, sketching out one brand-new silhouette after another in the void.
These were no longer bloated, violent male bodies.
Instead, they were... female silhouettes, each over two meters tall, with statuesque figures full of explosive power and streamlined athleticism.
Anglonia knelt on the ground, completely stunned.
Her amber pupils contracted violently, reflecting the genesis-like sea of light and the scene unfolding within it that shattered her worldview.
Fogremia also set aside all the laziness and arrogance on her face, and for the first time, an emotion called "shock" appeared in her beautiful purple eyes.
Purifying and reshaping one person versus purifying and reshaping an entire legion are two completely different concepts.
The former is a god-like "surgery."
While the latter is truly... "genesis"!
Finally, the energy of the sea of light reached its peak, then, like the tide, it slowly receded.
When the last ray of light dissipated into the air, the entire world seemed brand new.
The ground was no longer a mixture of blood and sand, but a solid, clean land washed by boundless Vitality.
The air no longer held the scent of blood and despair, remaining only as fresh as the air after a rain.
And on the battlefield where countless corpses had originally lain, brand-new figures now stood.
Thousands of... Valkyries.
They were almost identical to Anglonia.
The same red hair like a lava fall, the same amber eyes burning with the Battle Intent, the same bronze skin full of power, and the same brand-new dark red-copper power armor covering their vigorous bodies.
Thousands of "World Eater Sisters" stood quietly in place just like that.
They looked down in bewilderment, examining their brand-new bodies that were no longer tormented by pain, and feeling the powerful, obedient, new strength within them.
The confusion in their eyes was soon replaced by a more primal instinct, one stemming from the brand of their souls.
They all lifted their heads simultaneously.
Thousands of gazes, fanatical, adoring, and filled with absolute loyalty, like a fleet that had found its lighthouse, were precisely and uniformly cast toward the center of that light--
The woman with black hair reaching her ankles, whose face was pale, yet whose posture remained as upright as a deity.
It was she.
Who granted them rebirth.
It was she.
Who ended their suffering.
It was she.
Their... mother, and goddess.
"Sister..."
A voice carrying a hint of resentment, a hint of coquetry, and a hint of hard-to-conceal jealousy sounded beside Leticia.
Fogremia had appeared at her side, her beautiful purple eyes staring straight at the brand-new legion composed of thousands of Red-haired Valkyries, filled with the aesthetics of violence.
"Why should this red-haired beast who only knows how to use brute force, and her legion, receive such favor from Sister?"
"My children are the most perfect warriors; they are the ones who should receive this honor!"
A strong emotion, named "rivalry" and "unwillingness," instantly occupied the heart of this Perfect Sword Princess.
She gently tugged on Leticia's sleeve and said softly, in a tone bordering on coquetry:
"My legion... wants it too!"
Upon hearing this, Leticia smiled helplessly and turned to look at Fogremia.
She saw this stunningly beautiful Primarch, who was usually as arrogant as a phoenix, pouting slightly, her purple eyes filled with the emotions of "I want it too," "Give it to me quickly," and "I won't be happy if you don't give it to me."
"Goodness, Primarch-level jealousy; who can handle this?"
Leticia muttered internally.
But she knew this was not true jealousy, but rather a reflection of Fogremia projecting her pursuit of "perfection" entirely onto her.
She hoped that everything she had was created by Leticia's own hands and was the most perfect.
"Alright."
Leticia reached out and dotingly pinched Fogremia's flawless cheek.
"After we go back, all who are willing to follow you can be reborn."
Having received this promise, Fogremia was immediately satisfied, her face blooming once again with that soul-stirring, lazy, and content smile, and she even took the initiative to rub her cheek against Leticia's palm.
On the other side, Anglonia's gratitude had reached its peak.
Looking at those reborn children, and then at the goddess before her who had fulfilled her greatest wish, her tiger-like eyes filled with tears, and she could no longer suppress the excitement in her heart.
She turned abruptly to face the thousands of newborn Sisters, using all her strength to let out her first roar since her rebirth!
"All personnel--!"
The thousands of Red-haired Valkyries jolted, looking in unison at their Legion Commander, their Sister.
Anglonia, in a flawless and powerful posture, knelt down on one knee toward Leticia with a boom!
"To our mother! Our goddess! Offer everything!!"
"By your command!!"
Boom!!!
Thousands of Valkyries in power armor moved in perfect unison, like one person.
They knelt on one knee, right hands over their chests, offering their first, eternal, and earth-shattering pledge of loyalty to their only deity since their rebirth.
"My life!"
"My fury!"
"My soul, my everything!"
"From now on, burning only for you alone!!"
"My goddess!!!"
The mountain-shaking and sea-roaring oath echoed over the entire Colosseum.
However, at the very moment this sacred and grand ceremony reached its peak.
The entire world let out an unbearable, teeth-grinding groan.
Crack--!
The sky, like glass shattered by a heavy hammer, appeared with huge, bottomless black cracks.
The ground beneath their feet began to become illusory, flickering and twisting like an image with a bad signal.
This historical slice, because of Leticia's overly massive "reality correction," had its foundation of existence thoroughly shaken and was about to face total collapse.
Leticia looked at the brand-new legion pledging loyalty to her, at the two Primarch Sisters with their distinct charms on her left and right, and at the little blonde girl tightly gripping the hem of her clothes behind her, a satisfied smile appearing on her face.
The gains this time far exceeded expectations.
She raised her hand and issued the final command.
"Everyone, return to genesis!"
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