The two Madam Hertas, now merged with Irontomb and working from within and without to overturn its calculation results.
Watched as that 'Cyrene', dressed in a gown and crystal heels proceeded to throw punch after punch with reckless abandon.
They both couldn't help but feel a wave of disdain.
"...This idiot, why use fists when she has a bow? Who on earth taught her that?"
World Herta sensed Herta's thoughts and found it somewhat amusing.
"And those chants she's muttering—what kind of mess is that? I really don't want to admit I know her."
Herta grumbled under her breath while continuing to hack away at Irontomb.
As much as she despised it, the collective will of all living beings in Amphoreus was being channeled into the core of Irontomb with each successive punch.
This data continuously washed over Irontomb's core, gradually twisting the outcome of its calculations.
All according to World Herta's plan.
At this very moment, she could already seize full control, overclock the system, and connect to Nous.
But doing so would mean losing the chance to subdue this out-of-control body.
So, despite their ongoing rivalry, the two Madam Hertas were cooperating to tame this utterly uncooperative headless giant.
As for Khaslana.
To preserve his self-awareness, he had now fallen into a deep slumber, awaiting the moment when everything was settled, so Herta could extract him.
It might seem a bit pitiful, but the role he played was monumental.
A powerful Hope merged into Irontomb's body through Khaslana as a conduit.
Coupled with the traits of a Digimon that Zandar had added, meant that the incoming data took effect almost instantly.
The reason Irontomb had become a living punching bag was precisely because of this.
It was literally battling its own left and right brain.
Once that Hope, transformed into flesh and blood, fully enveloped the skeletal frame.
Taking the form of a Giant of Light.
That would be Herta's victory.
Conversely, if the light faded and Destruction ultimately gained the upper hand, it would be Zandar's triumph.
But for now.
The brilliant light steadily crept over Irontomb's body, gnawing away at it bit by bit.
As for Lycurgus, he had now fully assumed the role of a spectator.
Once Irontomb "hatched," he did nothing further.
Standing alongside Screwllum, he guarded against any potential invasions of Amphoreus while quietly awaiting the final outcome.
'Cyrene' watched from outside as Irontomb, battered by her blows, became increasingly covered in light.
She was thoroughly enjoying the fight.
Beside her, Demiurge hesitated before also clenching her fists.
Floating next to 'Cyrene,' she mimicked throwing punches toward Irontomb while providing her own sound effects.
Little Cyrene, who couldn't bear to watch any longer, finally spoke up.
"Don't teach a beautiful girl such a weird way of fighting! And you, don't actually copy her!"
"Ahahaha~ I'm dying, why did you have to say anything? It was perfectly fine~"
Cipher couldn't help but laugh out loud.
To her, what did elegance matter in a fighting style?
When she used her super-speed, she did whatever was convenient.
Only after deactivating her abilities would she strike a pose to play it off.
"It's not fine at all! Such a pretty dress, completely wasted! Can't you change your form?!!"
At least use the form of the Thirteenth Titan to fight.
The image of a Giant of Light would be far more fitting.
Instead of wearing a gown and high heels, laughing while saying, 'Are you deaf?'
'Cyrene' glanced at Irontomb, now half-consumed by light, then at Demiurge beside her, muttering "whoosh-whoosh" while throwing punches.
This child must be Mem who followed the Trailblazer around.
Among the skills that Bai Ming could remember Mem using, there was one where she unleashed a barrage of attacks on her enemies, shouting "Ora Ora!"
That would have fit her personality perfectly.
Oh well, never mind.
It's fine to ignore Little Cyrene.
After all, she's just grumbling in her mind—she'll still cooperate when needed.
After conveying her thoughts to Demiurge, Demiurge nodded with a smile and flew straight into 'Cyrene's' body.
Then.
A blinding light erupted from 'Cyrene's' form.
The once beautiful long hair and gown gradually receded.
Ultimately transforming into a streamlined yet exquisitely elegant giant figure.
Red, purple, and white intertwined across its body, with golden lines tracing through the chest armor.
"Holy crap, did they copy Tiga's whole skill set? Herta, you get me, love you for it."
'Cyrene' raised a hand to look, instantly amazed that not only did the Thirteenth Titan resemble Tiga, but its skill set was also modeled after him.
'Cyrene's' excitement immediately surged.
How could she not go all out and enjoy the fight?!
"Big sister! Don't copy Mydei's bad language!"
"...That phrase isn't in a Castrum Kremnos person's dictionary."
Mydei, unjustly implicated, decided to salvage his image.
But 'Cyrene' paid no mind, quickly soaring into the air.
Crossing her hands before her, then forcefully spreading them wide.
Countless particles of light converged toward the giant's body, an exaggerated energy reaction erupting from its chest.
At this point, what more was there to say?
Time to have some fun first with a Zeperion Ray blast.
The golden-glowing 'Cyrene' pressed her palms together at her chest.
Using her own body as a conduit, she unleashed the collective will of Amphoreus—gathered from countless souls—along with a scorching torrent!
BOOM——!!!
Amidst the deafening roar and blinding flash of light and heat.
'Cyrene', who had only wanted to enjoy the fight, suddenly realized.
This strike transcended data and reality.
The luminous figure of Tiga broke free from the digital world, appearing over the real Amphoreus.
The beam, not thick but radiating an extreme concentration of energy.
Like a sharp, slender sword, pierced toward Irontomb's chest.
The searing torrent brought not destruction, but a condensed, ultimate will of light.
The radiance that had been steadily consuming Irontomb suddenly surged as if supercharged.
The Herta within Irontomb could also sense.
The mad will of Destruction rapidly diminishing.
Or rather... this frenzied will was swiftly transforming into another, more tranquil one.
The previous punches had been somewhat effective, but clearly, this single strike had a far more pronounced impact.
The appearance of Tiga and Irontomb's reaction instantly boosted the morale of the Land of Light's forces!
That energy signature! That intensity!
And within that radiance, an overwhelming will yearning for light and hope.
Any member of the Land of Light who could still become light immediately understood the origin of that dazzling giant.
The "Purity" of Amphoreus was actually this high?!
Of course, the people of the Land of Light likely didn't know yet.
The reason for such high purity was that those not pure enough had already surrendered to the Black Tide and Irontomb.
One could say that without Zandar's repeated manipulations such a high level of purity might never have been achieved.
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