"Tiran stepped out of the pit and reevaluated Hermes, who had also just crawled out of the collapsed ruins. Without the armor, the height of the body was only a little over six meters. After being punched by Tiran and hit by a large number of falling debris, there were also many scratches and dents on the surface of the body. Tiran himself was not doing any better. A battle at the Holy Rank level would easily result in mutual destruction, let alone now when he was only at the quasi-Holy Rank level and had not fully mastered the laws of the world. He was already feeling a bit battered and bruised.

However...

"Although composure is important, it's hard to stay calm when I can't just kill that perverted old man," Tiran said.

Under the influence of Holy Rank power, an extremely cold Chi swept out, covering the majority of the courtyard. Snowflakes filled the air and even started to freeze on the surface of Hermes' body.

"What?!"

"It was said before, just die already!" Tiran shouted. With a scream, a rain of crystallized ice, empowered by the laws, fell from the sky and pierced the surface of the heavy Divine Machine. In an instant, Hermes' once indestructible body began to tremble.

After finishing a round of attacks, Tiran's vision started to darken, and a long-forgotten feeling of exhaustion swept through his body. His heart rate skyrocketed to a terrifying level.

It had reached its limit. Quasi-Holy Rank was really annoying... Of course, Tiran couldn't understand the annoyance.

"You always call me stupid dragon, but you're also the kind of person who likes to do reckless things, right?" Aya's voice echoed in Tiran's mind, bringing him back from the verge of losing consciousness. "Wow, stupid dragon, you finally spoke. I thought you were crushed to death."

"You... You actually care about me, and the first thing you say is a curse?" Aya sounded helpless.

"..."

"Alright, what do we do now, Chirp..." A trace of bitterness crept into Aya's voice.

"Why even ask? Of course, we crush that perverted old man into pieces!" Tiran gritted his teeth, supporting himself against the wall as he stared directly at Hermes, who was recovering from the ice storm.

"That guy is already at the Holy Rank level, right? Are we really not the ones who will be crushed?"

"Hmph, those scum with Holy Rank powers, do they really think they're invincible?" Tiran sneered.

"I remember you used to say that any strategy is meaningless in the face of absolute power, and there's no need to overthink when facing opponents who can be defeated with a single strike," Aya weakly reminded.

"Enough talking. If you're scared, just hide on the side." Taking a deep breath to suppress the feeling of weakness and burning pain, Tiran attempted to squeeze out more power from his body.

"Fine, count me in." Aya replied decisively this time. "Tell me, what's the plan?"

"Confront him head-on, focus our firepower, and blast him to pieces." Tiran said briefly.

Oh my god, Coach, can I still quit now?! You don't have absolute power, so why bother with strategies?! Aya looked shocked.

"There's a chance. This old bastard is used to hiding behind the scenes and defending himself when facing fierce attacks. But if he's not familiar with Holy Rank power... there must be a loophole." Tiran's fingertips lit up with Chi. "I'm sorry, but the lunchbox from this shop is non-refundable. Just continue to obey me!"

"Phew...phew..." Hermes took a deep breath, lowering his arms that had been blocking in front of him.

This was his first battle after successfully advancing his magitech machinery to the Holy Rank level, and he was facing the Silver War Maiden, who was known as the Dragon Slayer. It was a great pressure for him, and it showed in his weakened initial aura. As a result, he was caught off guard by Tiran, whose raw strength was inferior to his.

But now, Hermes had recovered and noticed Tiran's pale face. He confirmed one thing: this formidable enemy had exhausted all of their strength, while he himself possessed Chirp as his core, which was equivalent to having a vast reserve of energy.

He could win!

The feeling of joy surged from his heart as he analyzed the situation. Hermes was overwhelmed by the confirmation that he could achieve victory and kill the renowned Dragon Slayer. This would make his name known throughout the continent. He would become the first genius to accomplish the mechanical transcendence of gods!

As for Tiran's identity as a princess? It was a joke. Those who reached the Holy Rank level were no longer bound by "human" limitations. Their transcendent power made them immune to any rules set by the mundane world. Even the Holy Ranks who were supposed to protect their countries often chose whether or not to intervene based on their personal preferences.

Even if Milanía were to come after him, he would not be afraid with his transcendent power as a Holy Rank. Besides, it was still unknown whether the current situation, with both internal and external problems, was enough to provoke a Saint like the War King.

Filled with almost reckless excitement, Hermes maneuvered his machine, shattering the frost on its surface. The metallic giant hand tightened in the air, wielding an invisible blade composed of rules, slashing towards Tiran.

Boom!!!

A brilliant golden color suddenly appeared in front of him, resembling the sun, and it shot towards Hermes like a shooting star.

The sudden attack forced him to temporarily turn his empty spatial blade to block. Aya's attack unquestionably shattered the bladeface.

"It's you?" Hermes immediately recognized Aya. He had focused too much on Tiran and almost forgot about this person who had almost killed him once.

But now, Aya couldn't be considered a great enemy anymore. Even if she was a level nine martial artist and mage, it meant nothing below the threshold of the Holy Rank!

"Die!" Hermes swung his blade ferociously, intoxicated by the power of the Holy Rank. Having one more opponent? It was just one more cut!

However, he suddenly noticed something. In the reflection of Chi, Aya was also smiling.

"Miss Tiran, you finally didn't let me down this time. This old fart with Holy Rank power is really just a useless piece of junk." Aya descended from the air towards Hermes, her hands clenched into fists.

Attacks from non-Holy Ranks had limited damage against Holy Ranks protected by rules. If it were seasoned elite knights or mercenaries facing Aya's previous attack, they would choose to take the hit and kill the greater threat, Tiran. But this guy chose to defend himself?

Knowing this, even the unparalleled sword in the world would be meaningless in the hands of an inexperienced ordinary person.

Releasing his Scale of Qi, triple speed!

His body turned into an afterimage in an instant, closing in on Hermes. Golden dragon fist rained down like droplets, aiming solely at the face of the heavy-duty mech.

"Haha! Useless! A punch that doesn't even reach Holy Rank... too weak!"

"Weak... what about this?"

Without even looking, Aya knew that a spatial blade was coming towards her from behind, but there was no panic on her face. A faint golden halo appeared in her wine-red pupils.

Hermes' field of vision was filled with dazzling golden light, as if being thrown into the interior of a several thousand watt light bulb, instantly robbing him of his sight and causing his movements to lose their precision.

Before his vision could recover, an irresistible brute force overwhelmed him.

"Aya, you really fight hard... even bringing out your dragon form." Tiran stood at the entrance of the cave, looking at Aya, who had transformed into a pale giant dragon, pinning down the Heavy God Machine.

"Enough talk, use whatever tricks you have! This guy is struggling too hard!"

The power of the Heavy God Machine was no less than that of the Golden Dragon, and after recovering, it began to attempt to attack Aya. However, the dragon scales were tough, and it wasn't so easy to pierce through them momentarily.

"I don't have any more strength left, just give me a moment..." Tiran was also anxious. It was said that they would focus their attacks, but his Holy Rank power was already being used to its limit. It wasn't so easy to immediately gather a powerful attack.

"This is not what we agreed on!" Aya was startled, and the next moment, she was thrown by Hermes, her massive body hitting the wall of the well with a painful roar.

"A Dragon? What a pleasant surprise!"

After Hermes punched Aya away, he tried to stand up straight again, but was knocked down by Aya's tail whip once more. Then, sharp claws and teeth attacked, directly assaulting the fallen Heavy God Machine with terrifying power.

This kind of primitive, brutal close-quarter combat left Hermes no chance to use his laws. Any moves were meaningless; the only reliance was endurance and strength.

Whoever couldn't hold on first would fall first.

In a situation where strength and physical durability were equal, Hermes clearly had the advantage over the Heavy God Machine, which had weakened nerve connections and suffered pain.

Within just three minutes, blood began to seep from the gaps in Aya's scales, flowing like a small stream. But the sharp dragon teeth were firmly biting into the throat of the Heavy God Machine, and the tips even pierced through multiple armor plates, reaching into the core cockpit.

Staring at the dragon tooth that pierced through the top and was only half a meter away, Hermes' eyes showed a hint of fear. A straight blade sprung out from the right wrist of the machine and stabbed upward into Aya's chest.

The intense pain caused Aya to loosen her grip on the Heavy God Machine's neck. But before Hermes could catch his breath, two dragon claws had tightly grasped the machine's spine from behind, sinking deep into it and trapping it.

"What are you trying to do?!" Hermes sensed something bad through those huge golden pupils.

"Do I even need to say?" Aya grinned through the pain, spouting blood while gritting her teeth. "Of course... go up! To the sky!"