Chapter 1328. I Built a Sixty-Meter Giant. She Used It as a Staircase.

Chapter 1328: 1328. I Built a Sixty-Meter Giant. She Used It as a Staircase.

The plaza transformed into a slaughterhouse of divine mathematics and primal brutality. The distance was gone; the grandstanding of magic had collapsed into the wet, intimate violence of two predators locked in a death spiral.

CRACK.

Rex’s fist connected with Evelyn’s shoulder. The sound wasn’t a thud; it was the unmistakable shriek of bone splintering under impossible force.

Her clavicle shattered, sending a spray of crimson across her golden aura, but she didn’t flinch. Instead, she pivoted on a dime, her heel driving upward like a piston into Rex’s kneecap.

KRAK THUD.

Rex’s knee buckled with a sickening crunch, grinding cartilage into powder, but he used the momentum to drive his elbow forward.

His bony point caught Evelyn across the temple. Her skin split like overripe fruit, blood streaming down her face in a warm, red curtain, obscuring one of those terrifying gold eyes.

In retaliation, Evelyn’s fist wreathed in the compressed fury of the Scales caved directly into Rex’s cheekbone.

The bone gave way with a wet pop, his face distorting as blood erupted from his mouth.

They stood toe to toe in the center of the crater, two monsters exchanging blows that would have killed an army. But the spectacle had changed.

Rex was fighting like a demon possessed, a whirlwind of desperate, adaptive violence.

But Evelyn? Evelyn was fighting like a machine of inevitability.

There was no rage in her eyes, no scream of fury as her bones broke. Every movement was spare, economical, and horrifyingly exact.

She moved like someone who had already seen the end of the world and found it acceptable.

"You don’t care about anyone," Evelyn said.

Her voice was flat, almost conversational, cutting through the sound of their labored breathing. Between two thunderous exchanges of fists, she spoke with the calm of a coroner.

"I saw it in your soul while the Scales weighed you, Rex..."

"They’re all just numbers to you...! Variables in an equation of power!"

Rex spat a glob of blood and broken teeth at her feet.

"They’re numbers I’m fond of," he growled, his voice distorted by his shattered jaw.

He twisted his torso with inhuman flexibility, turning aside a kick from her that struck the ground behind him with enough force to split the ancient cobblestones like dry kindling. "And I’m not letting any of them go..."

"Not while I still have breath to choke you with!"

Evelyn’s expression didn’t change. "Then you will die defending a ledger."

Suddenly, her rhythm shifted. The economy of her movements vanished, replaced by something far more oppressive.

Rex’s instincts screamed he was glad she was changing, because it meant she still had more to give.

"Gavel Strike."

It wasn’t a technique; it was a verdict. Evelyn’s fist descended in a flat, brutal downward stroke.

There was no finesse, no spinning momentum, just the raw, concentrated weight of a divine sentence. Rex reacted instinctively, summoning a pillar of braced stone from the earth to intercept the blow.

BOOM.

The pillar didn’t break. It simply ceased to exist.

The stone was pulverized into atomic dust in a microsecond, the force of the blow continuing unabated. Rex barely rolled away as the shockwave tore a furrow through the ground where he had stood.

Before he could recover, the sky itself seemed to fracture.

"Sentence Lines."

Long, searing chains of golden light erupted from the heavens, lashing down like whips of solid sun.

They coiled around Rex’s limbs with terrifying speed, wrapping his arms, legs, and torso in a glowing, restrictive net. He was suspended three feet off the ground, paralyzed, his muscles straining against the divine restraints.

For three seconds, Rex was helpless. And in those three seconds, Evelyn became a blur of golden light.

’One. Two. Three.’

Each strike landed with the sound of a hammer hitting meat. Her fists found his ribs, his solar plexus, and his face, eleven devastating blows delivered in three seconds of perfect, merciless timing.

Each hit sent fresh sprays of blood into the air, each impact rattling his very soul.

’Not like this,’ Rex’s mind screamed. ’Not like this!’

[Adaptation Initiated: Divine Restraint Mechanism.]

[ETA: 8.9 seconds.]

"You think... I’m trapped?" Rex roared through a mouthful of blood.

"Earthen Authority: Deep Anchor!"

He reached past the pain, past the shattered ribs and the bleeding temple, and plunged his consciousness into the bedrock itself. He didn’t just draw power from the earth; he became part of its ancient, unyielding bones.

His heels fused with the deep stone of the island, his body becoming an extension of the planet’s crust.

With a guttural scream of pure, unadulterated rage, he flexed.

SHRAAAA KKKK!

The golden chains groaned, sparks flying as they struggled to hold him. The divine light fought his physical strength, but Rex’s desperation was a force of nature.

With a final, bone-deep heave, he tore the chains apart, the golden links shattering like brittle glass.

He landed on the cracked earth, chest heaving, blood dripping from every wound. His eyes were no longer just crimson; they were burning with the heat of a dying sun.

"My turn," he hissed.

He drew on the deepest well of his power, letting the red mark over his heart consume everything else.

The air around him began to distort as his mass increased, not in size, but in presence.

"Colossus."

The ground didn’t just shake; it screamed.

From the very foundation of the plaza, a grinding, tectonic roar erupted as the earth itself surrendered to Rex’s will.

A nightmare of geology tore through the cobblestones of the Colossus. Sixty meters of animated grey stone rose toward the heavens, its shoulders broad as city walls and its fists the size of tenement houses.

The air around the construct grew heavy with the scent of pulverized mineral and ancient dust.

With a sound like two mountains grinding together, the Colossus swung its right fist downward. It wasn’t a punch; it was a falling cliff aimed directly at Evelyn’s skull.

"DIE!" Rex’s voice boomed from somewhere deep within the stone throat of the giant.

Evelyn didn’t flinch. She didn’t even slow down.

As the shadow of the fist engulfed her, she ignited.

She became a spiral of golden lightning, a vertical streak of divine fury that defied gravity. She ran up the Colossus’s ascending arm, her boots leaving molten footprints on the granite.

As she ascended, she drew her power into a blade of pure, condensed light.

SHIIIIING CRUNCH!

With three precise, lightning-fast strokes, she carved through the Colossus’s forearm. The stone didn’t just crack; it shrieked as it was severed, three massive chunks of granite tumbling away.

She reached the shoulder joint without breaking stride, her blade passing through the reinforced stone like a hot wire through wax. The massive limb fell away with a thunderous crash.

By the time the Colossus could have even begun to raise its remaining hand in defense, Evelyn was already at its throat. Her eyes burned with a cold, celestial light.

"JUDGMENT."

Her blade descended in a vertical arc. The strike split the Colossus’s head down the middle, from crown to chin, with the sound of a world breaking apart.

For a heartbeat, there was silence. Then, the entire sixty-meter titan surrendered to gravity.

KRA KOOOOOM!

An avalanche of boulders and pulverized debris collapsed into the plaza, burying a third of the square under a choking cloud of dust and rubble.

Rex didn’t wait for the dust to settle. He emerged from the haze like a vengeful wraith, his eyes scanning the chaos.

"Still standing?" he roared.

"Earthen Authority: Piercing Spire!"

Three massive spears of compressed earth erupted from the ground at three different angles, each one moving with the speed of a crossbow bolt. They tore through the air with a terrifying WHOOSH.

Evelyn’s movements became a blur of desperate precision. She wove between the first two spears in a deadly zigzag, her golden aura flickering as she dodged the projectiles.

But the third spear was too fast, or perhaps the Court simply allowed it.

SQUELCH.

The spear punched through Evelyn’s stomach, tearing through muscle and organ before erupting out the other side in a spray of crimson.

She gasped, a wet, choking sound, but her jaw remained locked. Her teeth gritted so hard they threatened to shatter.

Instead of falling, she wrapped both blood-slicked hands around the earthen shaft protruding from her gut.

With a scream of pure agony, she wrenched herself off the spear, tearing it free from her body in a fountain of gore.

"My turn," she hissed.

She spun her body with inhuman torque and hurled the spear back at Rex. It streaked through the air like a bullet, punching through Rex’s shoulder with a wet THWACK and embedding itself six inches deep into the Academy wall behind him.

Rex stumbled, blood frothing at his lips as he clutched his ruined shoulder. But as he steadied himself, something caught his attention.

Something that made his blood run colder than the divine lightning.

He watched her closely.

He watched her movements.

And then, he analyzed.

’Three times,’ he thought, his mind racing through the data streams of his system. ’Three times I have thrown a killing blow from an angle she couldn’t possibly have seen.’

He recalled the three projectiles: the lightning bolts, the gravitational crushing force, and the spears. Every single one of them, at the absolute last microsecond, had malfunctioned.

They hadn’t just missed; they had curved. They had veered away as if repelled by an invisible, magnetic force that existed only around her.

The blessing wasn’t just protecting her; it was actively editing reality.

’It’s not a shield,’ Rex realized, a grim smile spreading across his bloodied face. ’It’s a Law.’