Magical Girl's Knight Brother

Chapter 597 One Man, One City

Scáthach's purplish-red eyes swept over the countless scrolls of evil gods surging towards her like a tidal wave, then fixed on Tang Zijun. For the first time, her brows furrowed noticeably beneath her helmet, a rare hint of doubt in her eyes. "Its true form is not here! You will be facing an entire city corrupted by its will. How can you possibly contend with a single city?"

This was no exaggeration. The enemy before them was not an individual, but the city itself, completely revitalized and corrupted by the power of the Old Ones—an endless stream of filthy creations and distorted rules. Tang Zijun did not answer immediately. Facing the overwhelming torrent of evil god-like forces, and Scáthach's questioning, a wild, almost savage smile slowly curved his lips. In his hand, an energy card shimmering with a strange emerald green light had appeared.

The light contained a breathtakingly powerful life force and laws of order, creating a stark contrast with the surrounding filthy and distorted environment. "How do I become your enemy?" Tang Zijun's voice carried a hint of excited fighting spirit as he forcefully thrust the emerald green card into the core slot of his Wolf Rider Belt! "Just watch!"

As the card is inserted

【Mastering Form!】

The core of the Wolf Rider's Belt burst forth with an unprecedented, emerald-green light, as if a star were being born.

A magnificent, ancient electronic sound effect, seemingly from the very origin of life, resounded through the sky.

【Evolution! Beyond Lifeform!!】 Rumble—!!

An indescribable surge of immense energy erupted from the core of Tang Zijun's belt, instantly cracking and sinking the ground beneath his feet. His body began an unimaginable expansion within the light, every inch of his armor growing, deforming, and reorganizing. The crackling of his bones stretching, the clanging of the expanding metal, and the roar of surging energy intertwined, creating a breathtaking evolutionary symphony. Tang Zijun's body began to grow taller at a visible rate.

Instead, there is a colossal god that stands tall, nearly 100 meters high.

A colossal suit of armor, interwoven with silver and emerald green, exuding both a streamlined biological and a heavy mechanical feel, covers the entire body. At the joints are enormous pipes, like the roots of an ancient tree of life, flowing with vibrant emerald green light.

The original helmet became even more majestic, with the huge visor shooting out a blazing white light that pierced through the gray-red mist like a searchlight. The core device on its chest, like a giant emerald sun, slowly rotated, radiating a powerful life energy that purified all impurities.

He simply stood there, his enormous shadow covering half the street, and the terrifying pressure and power of order emanating from him instantly crushed the small evil god-like creatures that rushed towards him into dust. [Wolf Rider - Beyond Lifeform]

This is Tang Zijun's answer!

"Come forth, Great Old Ones!" Tang Zijun, transformed into a colossal knight, unleashed a roar that shook the entire ruins of Crimson Maple City, a voice brimming with power and battle intent! His massive right foot, covered in heavy armor, slammed up with immense force, like a meteor crashing to the ground, stomping fiercely towards the largest swarm of evil god-like creatures that surged forth like a tidal wave. Boom!

The earth shook violently, and rubble shot out like cannonballs. Dozens of thick, tentacle-like evil god minions were instantly crushed into a bloody pulp, their filthy fluids splattering everywhere. At the same time, his enormous arm, as thick as a skyscraper, swept out with a terrifying shriek that tore through the air. Wherever it passed, ruins and rubble were swept away and pulverized like building blocks. Evil god minions that couldn't dodge in time were directly blown apart in mid-air by the immense force. Emerald green purifying light streamed out from the gaps in the armor, and the filthy red mist it touched emitted a hissing, burning sound. "Go!" Tang Zijun's voice, as loud as thunder, resounded throughout the battlefield.

Scáthach gazed intently at the colossal knight, an embodiment of life and order, the last trace of doubt vanishing from her eyes, replaced by a sharp glint of near-admiration. This figure was almost as large as Zeus's father.

After her initial amazement, she no longer hesitated. The power of shadow enveloped the stunned Desk, and she transformed into an incredibly swift stream of dark purple light. In an instant, she pierced through the brief gap created by Tang Zijun's gigantic attack and shot towards the shadowy palace ruins—the hiding place of the gods.

At this moment, in the central battlefield of Crimson Maple City.

On one side stood a colossal knight, hundreds of meters tall, radiating a powerful light of life and order.

On the other side, like a boiling, filthy sea, an endless tidal wave of evil god's vortex, composed of countless writhing tentacles, twisted humanoids, and gray-red mist, surged forth. One person, one city.

Order and chaos, life and blasphemy.

Finally, at this moment, they collided fiercely.

The ruins of Crimson Maple City roared as Tang Zijun, now a nearly 100-meter-tall colossal knight, caused the earth to tremble with every stomp and unleashed a terrifying storm that tore through the air with every punch. His giant fist, covered in thick silver-green armor, slammed down like a pile driver, carrying a powerful flow of life light.

The ground was instantly smashed into a huge crater tens of meters in diameter. Dozens of thick, python-like, and hairy evil god tentacles, along with the rubble they parasitized, were instantly crushed into filthy flesh and powder by this pure power. Emerald green purifying light burst at the bottom of the crater, temporarily clearing away the remaining filthy energy in an area.

However, this seemingly devastating destruction was merely a drop in the ocean compared to the overall impact of the battlefield.

Because what Tang Zijun was facing was not just these materialized tentacle monsters, but the entire Crimson Maple City, the city itself that had been thoroughly polluted and revitalized by the will of "creeping pleasure," which had transformed into a huge, viscous, swamp-like filth.

This realm is omnipresent, as if it possesses life.

As his massive foot crushed a swarm of tentacles, the ground beneath his feet was no longer solid soil or brick, but instantly became as soft and slippery as rotting entrails. Countless tiny, almost imperceptible dark red spores seeped from the "ground" like living creatures, frantically clinging to his enormous armored boots, secreting a viscous fluid with strong corrosive and mental polluting properties. Like maggots clinging to bones, they greedily devoured the life force flowing across the armor's surface, emitting a teeth-grinding "rustling" sound, attempting to penetrate the defenses and corrupt his core. The collapsed houses, broken beams, and even scattered stones seemed to possess a malevolent life; they were no longer inanimate objects, but had become part of the domain. At the moment of shattering, they did not completely perish, but instead, like rotten fruit being smashed, burst open into large clumps of viscous, grayish-red mist.

The fog carried a strong mental corrosive effect, like countless invisible, filthy needles, frantically piercing his huge head, trying to penetrate his sensory system, and directly pouring crazy illusions and blasphemous whispers into his consciousness. Tang Zijun had to divert some of his mental energy to maintain his rationality and block this all-pervasive pollution impact.

Even more terrifying was the devouring power. As his massive body moved through the ruins, the surrounding space seemed to come alive, transforming into an invisible swamp. The air became thick and heavy, filled with suffocating resistance. The filthy energy that had been shattered and purified didn't truly disappear; instead, it was rapidly reclaimed by the domain itself. Tentacles and flesh pulverized by his punch one second might reappear the next, writhing and twisting, growing even thicker and more ferocious, from nearby shadows or inconspicuous cracks in the wall. The entire city was digesting his attacks, converting his energy, and continuously creating new, endless filthy minions to consume and wear him down. "Damn it!" Tang Zijun frowned, a hint of suppressed frustration and irritation in his voice. He felt as if every punch and kick he delivered was striking a massive, constantly flowing, corrosive swamp, dispersing and absorbing his power. His previous battles were real collisions, direct clashes of force—that visceral, destructive feeling was the core of his fighting style. But what about now?

He possessed immense strength capable of shaking mountains and shattering peaks, yet he had nowhere to apply it. Each of his explosive attacks was like a stone thrown into a deep pool, creating only a ripple of filth before being quickly swallowed and dissolved by the endless viscous substance. Meanwhile, the enemy, this living, corrupt city, was like a slime with infinite regenerative abilities, constantly surging in from all directions, using the most disgusting and exhausting methods to slowly erode his robust and boundless life force, tearing apart the armor of order that covered his entire body.

He swung his fist to sweep away a swirling gray-red mist, the purifying light burning it away. But his mind immediately felt a new, even more intense wave of illusions crashing against his will like a tidal wave. "So many years," Tang Zijun gritted his teeth under his massive helmet as he struggled to resist the encroaching forces from all sides. "Besides Old Chang, this is truly the first time I've encountered such an extremely shameless fighting style." He was like a lion surrounded by countless leeches and poisonous mosquitoes, possessing the strength to tear apart tigers and leopards, yet entangled and overwhelmed by these tiny but endless filthy creatures. Now he understood why these Great Old Ones were so troublesome for the gods. If every Great Old One was like this, not only the gods of the Void Mirror, but even the god-kings of various divine realms would likely have a headache.

However, Tang Zijun himself did not intend to directly determine a winner; his purpose was merely to hold off the opponent's forces. All of this was simply paving the way for Scáthach. On the other side, Scáthach, along with Desk, transformed into a blur of motion and, taking advantage of Tang Zijun's distraction, swiftly headed towards Count Red Leaf's castle at lightning speed.