"I searched the interior of the Scepter earlier."
Even if just for a brief moment.
"Although I don't know the reason, the Demiurge at this stage has not yet been devoured."
However, after linking with Nous, the abilities of "Herta" as a Perfect Scholar are far beyond what they used to be. Searching, or even tampering with the Scepter...
For her current self, it was a piece of cake.
It is no exaggeration to say that she is the Genius closest to Zandar in the world today.
"This is a variable that didn't exist in my timeline, and it's the only chance we can grasp."
After speaking, "Herta" opened her right palm.
"This is the Star System Computer from my timeline."
A "Scepter" appeared out of thin air in her palm.
"Scepter δ-me13."
"Herta" looked at him and continued speaking.
"Iron Tomb's main body. I refined it after you cleared all of Iron Tomb's data back then."
"Herta" took out the greatest asset they had to save Amphoreus.
"Right now, its interior is a blank slate."
"And a blank slate is the best carrier for data. You know what I'm getting at."
The corners of "Herta's" mouth lifted slightly. This time, they would definitely put Iron Tomb to death!
"I don't know," Leon replied honestly.
"Herta" glared at him. "It means we can fight poison with poison."
"The Demiurge is the original First Cause of Life."
"She possesses the capital to purge Iron Tomb, and this Scepter in my hand is the best stage for her to do so."
"Herta" revealed her plan.
"Exactly, let us use the original 'First Cause of Life' to strike back at Iron Tomb's 'First Cause of Life'!"
Leon didn't understand the technicalities, but he only needed to know one thing:
"What do I need to do?"
"Go and bring the Demiurge out of Iron Tomb's body."
"Herta" said as she threw the Scepter to him.
"Then, have the native First Cause of Life overwrite Iron Tomb's First Cause of Life."
"Solve the problem at the root."
"If successful, all of Amphoreus's data will be transferred over."
"Everyone can be saved. They can all step from the yesterday of the past into the tomorrow of the future."
"Herta's" plan was actually quite simple.
Leon would fish out the original Heart of Amphoreus—that is, the Demiurge—before Iron Tomb hatched, and then transfer her to the other Scepter.
To confront Iron Tomb head-on with the same configuration.
Use the "Love" represented by the Demiurge to overwrite the "Destruction" data.
This plan would have absolutely no chance of realization in her timeline.
Not only had the Demiurge already been devoured, but there was no second Scepter to serve as a vessel to oppose Iron Tomb, and she herself didn't have the ability to modify a Scepter then.
But now, everything was all set.
The Demiurge was alive, the Scepter had been refined by her, and having been a Perfect Scholar, she now possessed the corresponding abilities.
And all of these things had been won by Leon alone, using his own stats.
"Herta" felt he didn't need to thank anyone.
If he insisted on thanking someone, he should thank his own willful self.
Leon took the Scepter and said nothing more.
"What is the 'Golden Blood' used for?"
Leon tossed the drop of Golden Blood in his hand to her, then asked.
Leon didn't see the Golden Blood in the plan, but giving it before asking demonstrated his trust in her.
"Do you even need to ask?"
"Herta" caught it with a snap, a strong sensation of scorching heat rising in her palm.
"Just doing your thing all over again, that's all."
As her voice fell, a black-and-red wormhole suddenly appeared behind the two of them.
The wormhole hung high in the sky!
A pair of massive hands reached out from the wormhole, latching onto the left and right sides of the circular rim!
RUMBLE!!!
The large hands exerted force to tear the wormhole open to the right!
In a moment, a black-and-red gash manifesting as turbulent data flow split the entire sky.
After a fleeting flash of white light, a headless giant appeared!
—"Iron Tomb" was born; He had broken out of the shell that was the incubator of Amphoreus!
Standing atop the high heavens!
"I've already set the program on the Scepter. It will take you to the Demiurge's location."
"Herta" smiled at him.
"Go do what you should do now. I will hold off Iron Tomb."
After speaking, she clenched the Golden Blood tightly and turned to walk towards Iron Tomb without any hesitation.
She walked with a sense of duty, bound by honor.
Leon looked at her and said nothing more.
He immediately dashed towards the location of Amphoreus's interior, without a hint of sloppiness.
Dilly-dallying had never been his style.
"Herta's" meaning was already clear.
Although Leon could kill Iron Tomb effortlessly, killing Iron Tomb directly would cause Amphoreus's data to be buried along with His death.
Therefore, someone had to preserve Amphoreus's data before He could be killed.
And that person was the Demiurge.
Only Amphoreus's original answer could counter the twisted answer that was Iron Tomb.
Let the Demiurge, nurtured by the second Scepter, beat Iron Tomb to His knees, seize all permissions from Him, and overwrite the code representing Destruction.
Leon tilted his head slightly, taking one last look at the figure of the Witch of Erudition out of the corner of his eye.
Just as Thorns had always been the Carry.
Herta was also always the Carry, no matter which timeline she was from.
"Truly enviable."
"Herta's" gaze fell upon Iron Tomb after sensing Leon's departure.
She let out a chuckle, muttering to herself.
"To have someone willing to abandon everything for you and ignore all else."
"Herta" didn't know who Leon wanted to save.
But she could tell he cared deeply about that person, willing to choose a more troublesome method of salvation to fulfill his agreement with her.
The Corporation, the Family, even the Xianzhou Alliance—faced with Iron Tomb, these factions would most likely choose to abandon the existence of Amphoreus.
They would undoubtedly choose whichever method killed Iron Tomb faster; the benefits of saving Amphoreus were not proportional to the risks at all.
To have one person willing to temporarily cast the survival of the entire galaxy to the back of their mind just to save you—wasn't that worth the word 'enviable'?
"Come on, it's time to settle our old scores."
But thinking about it carefully, wasn't Leon the same way towards her?
When faced with the greater good, he clearly could have ignored her.
But didn't he still come to save her without hesitation?
"You've got guts, using my 'head' to throw your weight around."
"Herta" crushed the Golden Blood, allowing Nanook's "Destruction" to flow into her body.
"Destruction" and "The Hunt."
The two types of "Aeon"-level Path energy entangled on the Golden Blood.
At this moment, they all became "Herta's" aid in contending with Iron Tomb!
"Let me see if you can manage to take my 'head' off again this time!"
Just as "Herta" had seized Iron Tomb's slot earlier and ascended to become a Perfect Scholar first.
Driven by the Golden Blood—
There appeared two Lord Ravagers belonging to "Erudition" today!
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