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"It's truly speechless... what kind of gods are they?" After catching his breath a few times, Wuming straightened up and looked at Morgan, who still hadn't fallen back to the ground, and sighed.

"Have all the treasure projections you stored been sold out?" Morgan asked.

“Of course not. But even the Holy Sword, which was originally impossible to project, was able to complete without self-destruction thanks to this special spiritual foundation.” Wu Ming revealed a nonchalant smile. “The Holy Sword is useless to me. I’m starting to regret accepting this assassination mission.”

Although he was not free to refuse task assignments.

“If that’s the case, then step back now and I might spare you,” Morgan said. “Or, bring out the essence of your projection magic, or the next blow will be your death.”

"That's really a headache. I don't intend to die in battle like this. At the very least, I need to finish what I'm supposed to do."

Wuming raised his hand, revealing a troubled yet helpless smile, and began to chant the incantation for the inherent barrier.

"I am the bone of mysword..."

The guardian whose true name is unknown, or who deliberately conceals his true name, manifests himself as a representative of an unsung hero, appearing in the world as a Servant.

No one knows his past, and no one understands his plight.

Only that incantation hinted at what he experienced in his previous life before becoming a Heroic Spirit.

A dead end filled with regretful ideals.

It may be right, or it may be wrong.

The Guardians continue to fight, even when forced to become pawns in the destruction of the world, they still adhere to their own path and true selves.

Its body is destined to be formed from the Infinite Sword.

"...So as I pray, Unlimited Blade Works."

The flames that spread across the ground engulfed the surroundings and replaced the world.

What followed was the only Noble Phantasm that Nameless was allowed to possess as a Heroic Spirit.

Unlimited Blade Works.

"Now that you've revealed your final trump card, there's no need for further words. Before this world is rewritten, let's launch an all-out attack."

Morgan landed on the ground and gracefully raised her hand, her magic spreading outwards like ripples.

"A clash of inherent barriers? Looks like you two have been through quite a lot."

Wuming awakened countless swords that flew up, aiming at the single target ahead.

Chapter 130 True Meaning

The battle within the inherent barrier was decided almost instantly.

It's no wonder, even with the infusion of divinity, Wuming is not a true divine follower; his spiritual level ultimately has its limits as an alien apostle.

Moreover, the one opposite is not simply a god, but a combination of god and fairy, the "One God".

In a clash of inherent barriers, Wuming had no real chance of winning from the very beginning.

Holding his immobile arms, Wuming, whose body was bound by chains, gasped for breath.

“My husband originally intended to spare your life.” Morgan, standing a few meters away, looked at the battered and bruised Wuming and said, “Why did you choose such a self-destructive fighting style? Even if you were defeated, you wouldn’t necessarily die.”

"Give up on yourself? Rather than saying that's exactly what they wanted."

Convinced that his spiritual core had been severely damaged and that he was only clinging to life by sheer willpower, Wuming's tone and attitude changed slightly.

“What?” Morgan raised an eyebrow.

A flash of light appeared, the state of "One God" was dispelled, and Shiomi reappeared, standing with Morgan.

"It seems you're carrying out this suicidal mission with some purpose that runs counter to the 'Alien God'," Shiomi said.

"As you can see, the man named Kirshtalia has his right to live in the hands of the 'Alien God.' We apostles are no better off," Wuming said with a self-deprecating laugh.

Morgan looked thoughtful: "So you're tired of having to work for the 'Alien God' and want to break out of this situation?"

"It's more like a liberation than a breakthrough." Wuming looked at them. "The 'Alien God' clearly knew the process of my becoming a Heroic Spirit, and the restrictions he set were more numerous than those of the other Apostles. If my Spirit Origin hadn't been about to perish, I wouldn't have been able to say anything."

Upon hearing this, tide Jian's expression hardened.

Clearly, Wuming was taking this opportunity to end his life as an apostle and, incidentally, to inform Chaldea of ​​as much useful information as possible.

"Please speak." tide Jian knew that time was running out, so she gestured for him to continue.

"Regarding the 'Alien God' who appeared earlier, she is not the real 'Alien God.' She is actually just an Alien Apostle, our captain. She just doesn't know her true identity," Wu Ming said. "Besides her, there are a total of six Apostles."

Morgan frowned: "So, there are seven Apostles in total? Is this number determined by the Heroic Spirit Summoning System, which is modeled after the Primate Suppression Force?"

“Your Excellency, the Great Witch, is wise.” Wuming nodded. “I am ‘Atlas Slayer,’ Rasputin is ‘Priest,’ and Ashiya Michimitsu is ‘Incarnation of Evil.’ These three are responsible for monitoring and guiding the Lostbelts…”

It seemed a bit strenuous to say so much in one breath, so Wuming gritted his teeth and tried to hold on a little longer before his spiritual foundation dissipated, and continued speaking.

“Originally, the three Apostles of Chaldea were planned to be ‘Detective,’ ‘Count,’ and ‘Professor.’ However, because of your existence, the arrangements here have been completely disrupted and cannot proceed.” Wuming looked at Shiomi. “Although I don’t know who you are, being able to ascend to the status of a living god is definitely a troublesome matter that cannot be ignored.”

"I'm aware of that too. So that so-called Earth's Great Leader, the 'Alien God' with the same face as our director, is actually just the captain of the Alien Apostles?" Shio asked again.

“That’s right.” Wuming, who was bound by chains, sat down. “If you want to solve the problem of human reason being purged, you must return to Antarctica. But… before that, you need to remove the remaining Lostbelts, otherwise when human reason is restored, it will conflict with the existence of the Lostbelts and cause new chaos.”

“This is very close to our deduction,” Morgan nodded.

“However, there is some news that is both good and bad,” Wuming said. “In order to completely crush Chaldea, the ‘Alien God’ plans to devour other Lostbelts before the official start of the war. In the near future, she plans to take over the Chinese Lostbelt first, followed by India.”

The idea that the "Alien God" would personally cut off the Lostbelts sounds incredibly absurd.

But judging from its behavior when it arrived, it probably needs the magic of the Imaginary Tree.

Now that the arrival has been completed, it is imperative to reclaim more power for unforeseen circumstances.

The South American Lostbelt was simply placed last.

Clearly, there are even bigger secrets behind the Lostbelt that Debit is in charge of.

That was also the important matter that was originally scheduled to be reported through Kirshtalia in the next few days.

“It seems that just to prevent the ‘Alien God’ from reclaiming the power of the Imaginary Tree, it is necessary to cut off the Lostbelts in advance.” Shio understood.

“You don’t need me to tell you what to do.” Blood trickled from the corner of Wuming’s mouth, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat from the pain. “Just be careful, the final Lostbelt will not only be an unprecedented battlefield, but it will also be the final battlefield for Chaldea and the alien apostles…”

"I am aware of that," tide Jian said, having a general idea in mind. "But before that, there's a Beast waiting for us. Do you know her whereabouts?"

“You mean Koyanskaya?” Wu Ming thought for a moment. “That woman has always avoided having too much contact with me. Judging from her familiarity with Rasputin, she probably has close ties with Russia.”

"Russia?" Shiomi was surprised.

That makes sense, as the name Koyanskaya itself has a distinctly Russian feel.

However, the Lostbelt there had been removed, and Chaldea then headed west, resolving the Lostbelts in Northern Europe and the Atlantic.

What remains on what should have been Russian soil?

"Regardless of whether it's your victory or the victory of the 'Alien God,' it's not a bad thing for this planet. That's why guardians like me were initially summoned." Wuming's voice began to weaken; he had reached his limit. "But... I cannot condone their actions."

“Is that so?” Shiomi nodded deeply. “Then, for the sake of the battles we fought together in the past, I promise you that I will bring this disaster to a proper end and return the stolen pan-human history to this planet.”

"It's a declaration with the air of a god. I'm only doing this because I'm betting on you." Wuming lowered his eyes and revealed a relieved smile. "Human history... no, the fate of humanity, I'm entrusting it to you."

With his final words of entrustment, Wuming exhausted his strength, conveying his wish through his last battle.

The dark cyan chains that had been binding the target also dissipated.

tide Jian squatted down, picked up some white sand from the ground, and slowly scattered it as a sign of gratitude.

"Now we have a clear direction on what to do next," Morgan said.

"Yes."

He responded softly.

Chapter 131 Changes

"Romani, has Miss Sion's dispatch message come from the Wandering Sea?"

When asked about this, Romani was using the bridge computer to communicate online with Magic☆Merry during his shift when Director Olga Marie's voice suddenly rang out behind him, startling him so much that he trembled.

After all, using Storm Border's equipment during work hours to do this kind of thing might not result in punishment, but it would certainly warrant a reprimand.

"Oh...ah...it seems not yet." Romani quickly switched the screen to check and hurriedly reported.

To maintain secrecy and prevent the alien gods from detecting the communication signals and thus confirming the coordinates of the Wandering Sea, Sion, responsible for maintaining Neo-Chaldea in the Wandering Sea, communicated with the Storm Border at the front lines via packets.

After summarizing all the necessary information, package it and send it over.

There are no issues with transmission speed regarding the special transmission method between the two.

“Is that so? Please double-check. We plan to conduct a virtual dive towards the vicinity of the Indian Lostbelt in 48 hours. Ideally, we should confirm the situation in the Wandering Sea before then.” Olga Marie sighed. “If the Wandering Sea has already been exposed, we must return as soon as possible.”

“Okay.” Romani rubbed his neck. “I’ll keep an eye on things and forward any messages to the director’s email immediately.”

"Thank you for your hard work." Olga Marie nodded. "And also—"

Upon hearing "and then," Romani immediately realized the shift in his posture, straightened his back, and became more upright.

Then, Olga Marie said helplessly:

"Although Storm Border doesn't need to worry about being attacked now, you shouldn't just chat with your virtual idol during your shift. After all, you said yourself that it was Merlin, the Flower Magician, who was behind it. Even if it's his sister, you might still be there to amuse yourself."

“I’m sorry, I’ll be more careful next time,” Romani said.

"It's okay, there's nothing to do after all. Relaxing is good for your mental state."

However, Olga Marie did not criticize further; she simply offered this advice and then turned and left.

Seeing the director so lenient towards his slacking off for the first time, Romani thought he was dreaming. He pinched his cheek, but the sharp pain told him he wasn't dreaming.

“Something’s definitely not right,” Fujimaru Ritsuka said to Rome’s left.

"What aspect are you referring to as a senior?" Mashu asked from Ramani's right.

The two women appeared on the bridge at some unknown time, and their sudden appearance here startled Romani.

"Aren't you... supposed to be training right now?" Romani asked after pressing down on the armrest and settling back into his seat.

Ritsuka shook her head: "I originally planned to go to training, but the director said that if we face battles later, Mash and I will stay behind to protect Storm Border. After all, if even we have to be at the forefront, it means that Chaldea's fighting strength has been exhausted."

"The director told us to focus on rest and recuperation, and not to overtrain," Mashu added.

“Is that so?” Romani said knowingly. “Something definitely didn’t seem right.”

"Right, right, even the doctor thinks something's wrong with the director!" Ritsuka perked up, happy to have found someone who shared her interests.

Mashu still didn't understand: "Director... you're still the Director, right? Even though the 'Alien God' is in that form, hasn't it been concluded that it used the old body that the Director couldn't transfer from Antarctica?"

"Well..." Romani was a little unsure how to explain.

After all, Olga Marie's aura had only undergone a subtle change.

The director is still the same director.

But compared to her previous somewhat self-destructive and neurotic drive, she has become much gentler now.

For situations that do not comply with regulations or are not well-received, a more lenient approach will be taken.

For example, Romani's "Slacking Off Fish".

For example, Ritsuka and Mashu train too frequently, which is not good for their recovery.

The three arrived at the entrance to the corridor leading from the bridge to the middle of the ship's cabin and peered into the corridor from there.

After leaving the bridge, the director did not go far and happened to run into Shiomi, who had come from another place. The two were talking in the corridor.

The general content relates to the treatment of the original Group A members. They should be treated as Masters, but sufficient insurance and countermeasures should be left before they prove their stance.

Ordinary business discussions are not worth eavesdropping on.

You could even say there's no need to eavesdrop.

After all, this matter has been discussed and promoted every day recently, and everyone in Chaldea knows about it.

The problem is that the director's behavior at this moment made Romani's eyes sharpen as well.

When Olga Marie looked up at Shiomi and spoke, every smile and gesture conveyed an intense and unyielding affection.

It was probably because of Shiomi's care that she was able to pull herself together from the matter of the alien god and prepare to face the alien god, and even the 'karma' of Animusphia.

Is that all?

“You’re so happy, Mary.”

Noticing the gaze from the other end of the corridor, Shiomi suddenly lowered her voice and reminded Olga Marie.

"Huh?" Olga Marie was taken aback.