Otherwise, you can find another savior.

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With this in mind, Morgan realized that even if her husband defeated Zeus, it wouldn't mean the end of the battle; new gods would await them afterward.

“It seems I’ve said too much.” Kirshtalia smiled and raised her wand. “But you are the embodiment of the ideals I seek in this Lostbelt.”

Morgan raised his gun and pointed it at Kirshtalia: "Keep talking, what else? Tell me everything you know, and I won't torture you."

"Can you really do it, Your Grace, the Kind British Witch?" Kirshtalia said dismissively. "Unlike my teacher, although you are powerful, you lack the ruthlessness that is most necessary for a magician."

As expected of the Clock Tower's rising star, Kirshtalia had already seen through Morgan's "flaws" as a magician.

Not ruthless enough.

Or rather, she never developed the true, ruthless kind of "cold-bloodedness" from the very beginning.

“I do lack the magician’s 'coldness',” Morgan said frankly, “but even so—”

Before the words were finished, the continuous vibration suddenly stopped, leaving only a huge magical reaction, as if it was just a hair's breadth away from being unleashed.

Two different magical reactions.

One undoubtedly came from Shiomi, and the other was Zeus.

“It looks like the battle over there is nearing its end,” Kirshtalia said. “Shall we take a gamble and see if the teacher will win, or if the great god Zeus will prevail?”

“A meaningless gamble, but no matter the outcome, I will always believe in my husband’s victory.” Morgan slammed his magic gun into the ground.

Dark waves suddenly arose, spreading from the feet and engulfing the entire detached palace, turning the ground into a bluish-green lake in the blink of an eye.

The magic battle, which had paused for a short time, resumed.

"Well said, Morgan!"

Scáthach's gun clashed with Katniss's spear, locked in a fierce struggle, and at that moment Scáthach agreed with Morgan's answer.

"Zeus's life or death is none of my business, but don't think you can keep winning forever!" Katniss roared.

"...It's not a question of whether or not I want to, but whether or not I can."

As she spoke, she kicked Katniss's Scáthach aside and glanced at Morgan.

Kirshtalia took flight, carving out a stable flow of magic in the turbulent atmosphere.

His masterful use of the Great Source forced Morgan to brace himself and prepare a full-scale counterattack.

“You are not a teacher, but you are an unparalleled magician in this world.” Kirshtalia looked at Morgan. “If you want to know more, then take this blow and defeat me with methods even better than your teacher’s.”

“That was the original plan. Since my husband entrusted me with this battlefield, it would be a great disappointment not to bring back some meaningful results.” Morgan’s fairy eyes shone with a pale blue light, then he suddenly lowered his voice and said in a voice that only he could hear, “No, he won’t be disappointed in me for this, but I will feel bad about it when I think about it later.”

Whether it was the Great Altar or the detached palace in front of the Imaginary Tree.

On both sides of the battlefield, the people on the battlefield resorted to their last means.

There was no reservation, no retreat.

They staked their will on the final victory.

Chapter 109 The Fall of a Great God (1)

Hell, without a doubt, hell.

As soon as the battle began, Zeus had already removed the restrictions on the combat mechanisms of the true form of the machine god one by one.

The limitations on planetary fragmentation mechanisms, galaxy annihilation mechanisms, spacetime attack mechanisms, and even the possibility of concept fragmentation mechanisms were finally lifted.

At this moment, the magic of this battlefield was already so intense that it was beyond measure, and the magical reaction of Zeus's true form was still so clear that it could not be ignored.

He was right there.

The chief god of Olympus, who intends to lead the interstellar cities on a journey to the endless sea of ​​stars once again.

Can you do it?

tide Jian wasn't actually entirely confident.

Even so, he has no intention of backing down.

Do your best with what you can do first.

Even if they ultimately cannot defeat Zeus, the clash of their Noble Phantasms will create enough opportunities for others to attack Zeus.

"Tear apart the sky! Shatter the stars! Everything in the heavens is mine, and I will rule over the stars!"

Zeus's voice slowly echoed in the now-silent sky.

Majesty, antiquity, and absolute authority that brooks no resistance.

Faced with such a declaration, all living things had no choice but to submit and submit to the power of life and death held by the great god Zeus.

However, human life belongs to oneself.

The human world also belongs to humankind.

We have fought for all of this until now, and we will continue to fight until our own pan-human history returns.

Therefore, Shiomi will never submit, nor will she allow Zeus to continue his autocratic rule.

Here, we must completely cut off Zeus's path and end that incomprehensible and arrogant plan.

"The barrier between heaven and earth has vanished, yet humanity and divinity have failed to govern the world together and remain separate. Therefore, I will rebuild the order that belongs to humanity—"

Shiomi's hands moved in wide, sweeping motions, and the giant axe moved with his movements.

It must be more decisive than when it defeated Sirte, and more swift than when it slays its past self that has gone astray.

"—'I am the lightning that tears through stardust' (WorldDiscipline Keraunos)!"

Zeus's eyes flashed with emerald light, and his immense, uncontrollable magical power reached its limit, causing the face on the true form of the machine god to open its mouth.

A magical power, like a cataclysmic flood, emanated from within the true form of the Machine God.

Shatter planets, annihilate galaxies, attack spacetime, and ultimately even shatter concepts.

Continuously expand the variety of Noble Phantasms until the limit is reached.

Only by being so thorough can we remove the stumbling blocks in front of us.

Zeus was certain of this and exerted all his strength to achieve it.

However, what lay ahead was not a stumbling block, but a dam that even the great god Zeus could not cross.

"Enuma Elish, the poem of creation!"

Marduk, the supreme god who possessed fifty different names and unified the powers of many Mesopotamian deities.

Legend has it that in the past, the body of the creator goddess Tiamat was split in two, thus creating heaven and earth.

Its treasures, its legends, and its deeds are all embodied in this giant axe.

He simply swung that axe and utterly defeated Quetzalcoatl's divided spirit servant body.

Now, he is no longer the man who timidly ventured into the realm of the gods.

At this moment, he stands in the sky as a new god, given a divine name by Tiamat.

Split it open, cut it in half, and then divide it in two.

If that is an ultimate Noble Phantasm that can shatter even concepts, then sever that shattering of concepts itself as well.

Zeus's treasures are something that only the gods can fathom.

"...Oh...Why can't I reach it..."

A voice, faintly containing grief and confusion, rang out during the clash of their treasures.

Originally, in his true form as a machine god, Zeus did not need a mouth on his body to speak.

It's understandable that he would be confused.

Even after unleashing his Noble Phantasm to such an extent, he was still unable to reach the tiny god so close at hand. Marduk's axe transformed into golden light and severed Zeus's Noble Phantasm.

The emerald green magic dissipated the instant it was touched by the golden light.

Zeus could only see the light getting closer and closer until it was right in front of him, and then it fell.

Despite possessing numerous powers, it could not withstand this attack that struck the true form of the Machine God.

As if the world had turned upside down and chaos had just begun, the primordial hell slowly took shape in this sky before quickly dissipating.

Zeus's Noble Phantasm and Marduk's Axe neutralized most of the power in the confrontation.

Even so, it left countless traces in the Orbital Temple of Dodo.

The once sacred and unattainable abode of the gods has been transformed in the blink of an eye into a dilapidated aerial fortress on the verge of collapse.

Zeus, being the first to face the Noble Phantasm, bore the final blow.

"I will be wounded? I will be injured?"

As the clash of the Noble Phantasms ended, the dim sky was illuminated by the light of the Noble Phantasms, as if welcoming a golden dawn.

Zeus's mechanical form was teetering on the brink of collapse, and even maintaining its flight capabilities became a struggle.

However, Shiomi, who won this round, was not having an easy time either. He fell from the sky and landed on the broken roof of the Great Altar, where Europa used Talos to catch him.

A Pyrrhic victory, but it failed to finish off Zeus.

Judging that this was the best opportunity, Zeus quickly mobilized his remaining powers and targeted Europa.

"Please stop, Zeus! Give those children who never give up and yearn for tomorrow... give them blessings, not curses. Even this god of new life understands this, you can't possibly not understand, my dear Zeus... Whether it's pan-human history or Lostbelts, saving the planet is your true desire, isn't it?"

Europa was heartbroken and tried to stop Zeus's near-self-destructive attack.

“Europa,” Zeus heard the voice of the goddess.

“If you love me too, what difference is there between man and god?” Europa asked sadly.

Shiomi nodded silently and looked up to see Zeus's reaction.

"Man and god are different. A god who loves mankind is merely a broken god. And, my Europa, I am not the Zeus/god you love!"

Unsurprisingly, Zeus rejected Europa's words.

It was as if they had been influenced by something.

Shiomi realized this, but now he was in a state of temporary exhaustion and unable to prepare for Zeus's next attack.

Is there no other way but to tough it out?

No.

"If that's the case, then there's nothing more to worry about, Great God Zeus. Now, you too can wield the power of the Holy Lance."

Having observed and waited for her moment, Artoria rode her warhorse into the sky and issued her declaration.

"Thirteen restraints lifted—! Roundtable resolution, begin!"

Chapter 110 The Fall of a Great God (2)

The Holy Lance's true form is the "Pillar of Light" that fixes the surface of the world. It is only through the existence of the Thirteen Bindings, which are in the same process as the Holy Sword of the Stars, that it is barely able to take shape as a Noble Phantasm.

To release the true name, half of the thirteen restraints need to be broken.

That was something that Artoria Pendragon had to decide together with her twelve most trusted knights.

At this moment, Artoria finally got her chance, and no matter what she could do, she had to keep fighting.

To create an opportunity for the exhausted Shiomi to strike again.

At this moment, many Knights of the Round Table are still in the present world, and this decision, which requires the participation of half of the Knights, will first seek their vote.

Lancelot acknowledges.

Percival, admitted.

Gao Wen admitted it.

Gareth admitted it.

Bedivere admitted it.

Mordred, admit it!

The moment they heard the King's voice, the Knights of the Round Table knew that the battle had reached its climax and that their opponent was the great god Zeus. They would not betray their creed no matter what.

Then, the Knights of the Round Table, who had returned to their seats, also acknowledged Artoria's request.

"This is the war to save the world!"

Arthur admits it.