Re:Cord of Ragnarok

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"Ladies' and gentleman, Gods and mortals alike! Crowley proclaimed. "Tsukuyomi has failed to cut Zetian in half and thus proven himself not very good at his job!"

Tsukyuomi looked shocked at the Empress as she stared back at him, her eyes full of bloodlust. Her miraculous survivability had allowed her to take the blade and keep her arms connected to her.

"My, oh my~ What a surprise~ That girl managed to survive Tsu-chan's flashy attack head on." Dionysus said before taking a swing of his drink. "I'm guessing another one of her techniques?"

"【Turtle Shell】." The first ruler of China stated. "A defensive martial art where she squeezes all her muscles to the point where they become like armor. That is what allowed her to withstand that god's slash. Though, for her skin to be tough enough to survive that attack is remarkable." Qin took a sip of his drink before continuing. "Despite its usefulness, its weakness is that her muscles become incredibly stiff from the intense strain put on them, her mobility taking a huge blow."

Mammon laughed mockingly in Wu's mind. "You sure do snap quickly, human. After only taking one good hit too. Poor thing." He quickly stopped his mocking. "That being said, make sure not to be too greedy~... Abusing my power may cause your brain to flood with too much power... beyond your control."

"That just means we have to kill this eunuch quickly~" She said joyfully while eyeing her opponent.

Tsukuyomi took a deep breath, wincing in pain as he stretched his fingers several times, the result of that technique made them frostbitten, similar to Wu's wound. 'That failed to put her down...No, I failed to put her to a painless rest... Calm yourself....you can do this...' Tsukuyomi gripped his katana with both hands, ready to rush his opponent.

Haniel noticed Tsukuyomi's strange behavior from the fighter's stands. "Brother Tsukuyomi... Why has he slowed down? He seems distressed...injured..."

The comment gained Michael's attention. "Ah, you can't know it, can you? You're too young after all," the Eldest Son's comment caused his sibling to pout, "Let me explain then. Little bro's power is the same as father's, but at the same time, the exact opposite. He too, can control light but his sword, instead of being scorching hot, is freezing cold. Additionally, he also has mastery that cannot be regarded as 'great' over it, and his resistance to it is quite poor...'' Michael remarked, the tone of his voice turning more somber as he spoke. He clearly remembered something at the very end, a light faintly sparkling in his eyes.

Hamiel nodded attentively, "so why would he need that sheath if he can form those blades on his own?"

"His sheath, the Angel's Embrace, allows him greater degree of control over his power. That's how he managed to launch that flying slash. However, no technique is flawless, the cold moon will freeze both his opponent and himself if he is not careful."

Back in the castle, Wu began to laugh boisterously, her head tilted back until her face was facing the skies, almost as if she was in a frenzy. Then, she suddenly rushed forward to the Moon God with great speed, her face displaying how little she cared for the rest of the world at that moment.

"That woman really lost it, huh?" Legion said, before hearing their master chuckle. "Boss...?"

"On the contrary Legion, on the contrary... Watch closely, this is where the fun begins." Solomon replied without a hint of worry in his voice.