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Subtracting the time it took Chaldea to get here, they didn't actually know how much time they had left.

Every minute of delay means an increase in variables.

Chaldea cannot afford the naive idea that the alien gods and the Olympian gods of the Lostbelts will break off, allowing them to reap the benefits.

"Notify the rest of the troops to return to the ship immediately and prepare to break through the defenses, bypass Nemesis Island, and head straight for the Void Cavern!"

Olga Marie said.

But just as her voice was transmitted to the other two ships, Drake answered the call.

"I'm sorry, Director of Chaldea." The female captain apologized readily. "I think if we just leave these guys alone and try to break through like this, there will always be fire chasing after us. If that happens, it will be very troublesome once we fight Poseidon."

"Captain Drake?" Olga Marie exclaimed in surprise, "You intend to—"

“Let me stay behind to cover their retreat,” Drake said. “At least to hold off these guys’ fleet and prevent them from catching up with the Chaldea ships.”

"But--"

“I’ll stay too. One ship isn’t enough.” Bartholomew joined the communication. “Besides, I can’t really help you fight Poseidon. It’s better to keep these guys from hindering your full speed ahead.”

Olga Marie hesitated.

Olympus's decision to send so many Lostbelt Servants into battle clearly indicates their intention to slow down Chaldea's progress.

Whether it's to give the alien god enough time or to close the gates to Olympus, both approaches are effective.

If Chaldea continues to entangle itself here, wasting time fighting this fleet and the fleet that will soon join them, and deals with its rear concerns, it will play right into the hands of Olympus and Kirshtalia.

"Don't worry, it's not just the two of us sailing." On the screen, Drake laughed heartily, calmly facing the enemy soldiers who jumped aboard the Golden Deer.

Her meaning was clear: the followers of Pan-Human History who had gathered in recent days had already held private meetings and discussed many possibilities.

Shiomi's judgment now falls into one of these categories, making it perfect for them to stay behind and cover the rear, blocking the fleet.

"I understand."

Olga Marie no longer hesitated. To continue to hesitate would be an insult to these heroic spirits and a trampling on their goodwill in buying time for Chaldea despite the danger.

"Immediately notify the crew members who left the Storm Border operation to return to the ship now. We are about to advance at full speed and break through this line of defense."

Her voice, broadcast over the loudspeaker, pierced through the curtain of the storm and reached the ears of those fighting on.

"Abandoning the time-wasting annihilation, deciding to ignore the fleet and break through directly?" Scáthach raised an eyebrow slightly, understanding Storm Border's intention.

"You think I'd let you go, Scáthach!"

As the battle dragged on, the magical reactions emanating from Katniss grew stronger, creating a stark contrast with the blood covering her body.

Returning to the battlefield and challenging the same enemy again, Katniss still couldn't change anything.

She was angry and resentful.

Katniss was still aware of the opponent's power, which made her pride as a god pale in comparison, as if it were a not-so-funny joke.

"Whether you want to leave or fight is not something you can decide."

As Scáthach spoke, she nimbly dodged Katniss's attack and landed on the nearby wreckage of a warship, intending to continue her approach to Storm Border.

However, Katniss, like a relentless and ferocious wolf, relentlessly pursued Scáthach's every move.

Their fighting style is becoming increasingly fierce, and their speed is also increasing.

Gradually, Scáthach sensed something was amiss and finally became somewhat moved.

"Oh? Your magic power and spirit level have increased instead of decreased, have you reached your limit?"

"Limits? I don't have any limits!"

Katniss was blinded by rage, but she did not lose her reason. Instead, she embraced the seemingly endless fighting spirit that had surged within her.

A powerful, tangible magic enveloped Katniss, with wind and dust swirling around her before exploding.

The next instant, Katniss burst out from there, and her silver armor, silver spear, and silver shield all changed, turning into a golden color.

"Well!"

Scáthach blocked the attack aimed at her vital points, but was thrown back a short distance by the impact before falling back onto the sea.

"Don't rush, Queen of the Land of Shadows. The real battle is just beginning."

"Through his own will, or with the permission of his Master, he ascended to the Spirit Origin and gained a higher Spirit Rank."

Scáthach flicked her gun, and an invisible slash spread out.

The storm was instantly severed, creating a brief gap before cutting off the spot where Katniss had been standing, and the wreckage of the warship was instantly split in two.

"You bastard!" Katniss, who had also fallen back to the surface of the sea, had veins bulging on her forehead. "You still have this much power? Were you holding back until now?"

“I haven’t held back. I’ve always taken battle very seriously.” Scáthach twirled her crimson spear, gliding effortlessly across the turbulent sea. “Since you’ve revealed your trump card, then show me, Scáthach, your full power, God. If you can’t, then only death remains.”

As she spoke, she glanced out of the corner of her eye at the Storm Border, which was beginning to accelerate, and then suddenly slammed her red spear into the sea. The butt of the spear made a crisp sound as if it had hit a hard stone floor.

The waves, stirred up by magic, spread outwards from her center.

"This is—!"

Katniss was taken aback.

"Let me show you the true nature of the Land of Shadows!"

With her chin slightly raised, Scáthach made a stern declaration.

The dark clouds, which had suddenly changed shape, began to swirl and turn into a vortex.

From there, a huge, heavy stone door slowly emerged.

"Open, veil of another realm—! 'Gate to a demonic realm overflowing with death!'"

As Scáthach recited the true name of the Noble Phantasm, heavy doors opened above Katniss's head.

The realm of death began to devour all the enemies on the battlefield below.

Chapter Sixty-Three Scope of Validity

Scáthach's second Noble Phantasm was activated, drawing everyone's attention.

Meanwhile, Artoria, who had just received news that she was to be evacuated to her ship and prepared to break out, was also ready to heed the advice of the Knights of the Round Table and leave the battlefield.

The god Hercules was no ordinary being. She had killed Hercules five times in a combined attack with the Knights of the Round Table, but the man rose again each time.

Did he transcribe the "Twelve Trials" Noble Phantasm from Hercules in Pan-Human History, or did he have a similar experience in the Lostbelt that evolved into a Noble Phantasm?

Or perhaps it was something bestowed by Zeus through his power.

In any case, each death of Hercules was accompanied by a boost and the gain of resistance to the same methods of killing, making the man more and more courageous in battle, and his iron-cast face showed no fear or panic.

It's as if even if all lives are exhausted, there's nothing to care about.

"My King! Please rendezvous with Storm Border as soon as possible!"

Urged on by Lancelot, Artoria leaped onto her warhorse, preparing to use the Olympus warship as a base to return to Storm Border.

"Don't even think about leaving. You have to stay here."

Hercules declared in a deep voice, then leaped up with a thud, raising his divinely bestowed axe and swinging it down, intending to intercept the retreating Artoria.

"My king!"

One after another, the Knights of the Round Table, working together, thwarted Hercules's plans and forced him back to the ship.

Artoria, who had landed on a nearby warship, glanced back at her Knights of the Round Table.

"Gentlemen, take cover! I am about to unleash the true name of the Holy Lance on Storm Border!"

"There's no need for that!"

Shiomi's voice rang out again.

When the news reached Artoria's ears, she turned around and saw that the battlefield between her and the Knights of the Round Table was very close to the Olympus flagship where Shiomi was.

"Tianxi?" Artoria was puzzled.

Shiomi put away his gun. Behind him was the frozen sea and the enemy army. The twin Servants were trapped under the solid ice and could not escape. They were trying to break the ice from the inside, but they could not be sure that their bodies would shatter along with the ice.

"Now is not the time to conserve magic." Shiomi raised her arms. "Let's use this strike to clear the way forward!"

In an instant, the raging wind and rain seemed to be paused, freezing in everyone's consciousness for less than a second, so brief that it seemed like an illusion.

Then Artoria realized that it was not an illusion, but an intense pressure emanating from Shiomi.

She suddenly felt very happy to be with him, because he made her feel no pressure at all, but instead gave her an endless sense of security.

It's as if from a distant past, when Artoria was still an infant, held in her mother's arms... that primal sense of security.

Even though Artoria doesn't remember who her mother is.

She was born as the Queen of Britain through a conspiracy between her father Uther and her teacher Merlin, using the blood of a red dragon.

Memories that shouldn't exist were suddenly stirred up by the oppressive aura and imposing presence emanating from Xijian at this moment.

But this is already considered good.

The battlefield fell silent in an instant. Everyone seemed at a loss, their hearts bound by unknown fears, and they could only stand frozen in place.

Coming back to her senses from the gentle reverie, Artoria spurred her warhorse into the air and landed on Storm Border.

The other Lostbelt Servants were the first to react.

An overwhelming sense of crisis compelled them to act almost like a survival instinct, leaping up from all directions, each preparing to unleash their Noble Phantasms and concentrate their attacks on Shiomi Tenkei on the flagship.

Having breached the Knights of the Round Table's defenses, Hercules roared and charged like a cannonball past the warships.

All the Servants approached Shiomi without prior arrangement.

But it was too late.

The special Noble Phantasm, which has been unleashed once before, has completed all the necessary preparations for the manifestation of its power.

"The barrier between heaven and earth is now gone. In the name of the great Mother Tiamat, I will rebuild the order that belongs to humanity—! 'The Earth Mother's Supper' (Nammu Duranki)—!"

Without warning, light surged from beneath the sea surface, instantly covering the entire area. The raging storm and thunder vanished without a trace as the dark clouds dissipated.

No one could have imagined the true nature of this power before this.

It is not used to counter Kirshtalia's celestial magic, but to release the true name within.

Cultivate the land, calm the sea.

Storm Border moved forward at full speed at this moment, without any worries or hesitation.

Shiomi's Noble Phantasm encompassed the entire sea area, including the region where Nemesis Island was located, leaving no place to escape or find refuge.

Artoria knelt on the deck, trying to observe the surrounding situation, but she couldn't see anything useful.

Endless light filled the space between the sky and the sea, yet it was not dazzling; it was simply an endless expanse of pure white and an indescribable tranquility.

Moreover, Storm Border's radar failed once again, unable to detect any response.

There was no tremor, nor was there a strong wind.

Slowly standing up, Artoria stopped making futile observations and focused on watching Storm Border's advance.

There were no obstacles, no collisions.

It's like sailing on a primordial ocean of nothingness, with no end in sight.

However, there is an end to Noble Phantasms.

When the light reappeared, Storm Border had already crossed Nemesis Island, and the most prosperous Imaginary Tree in all Lostbelts, with its immeasurably wide trunk, finally magnified in view.

We are now only one step away from the Void Cave.

She couldn't see what was happening behind them, but Artoria wasn't worried about her companions.

because--

"Such a wide-ranging Noble Phantasm, yet it can even select lives... Since it can do this, there's no need for me to waste my energy activating a second Noble Phantasm."

Scáthach, held in Shiomi's arms, landed on the deck of Storm Border with him.

“There’s no way to test the depth of this kind of thing; we can only test it on the battlefield.” Shiomi slowly put Scáthach down. “Although in the end, it only expanded to this extent…”

"In reality, its true scope should be the entire Lostbelt... no, the entire world. It is a Noble Phantasm against the world."

Scáthach said softly, her voice not filled with dissatisfaction, but with boundless satisfaction.

At this moment, Artoria took over the conversation: "Storm Border's radar has just been restored. The companions who were originally planning to cover the rear are all fine, but due to the interference of the Noble Phantasm, they were unable to catch up with Storm Border's full speed. Should we slow down and wait for them?"