Otherwise, you can find another savior.

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It inexplicably reminds me of the expression Shiomi had when she was killing fairies in the Fairy Kingdom.

No longer able to sense any self-will from the pan-human Smogen, at the moment of forced fusion, her consciousness was overwhelmed by the power, leaving only the remaining obsession guiding the still-forming divine body.

Ash, who had originally planned to teach the Pan-Human Smogen a lesson and then take back his powers, sighed to himself.

She released the chosen spear from her hand, letting it float beside her, and calmly raised her hand to untie the ribbon binding her hair.

She gathered her cascading silver hair back together, and with a few quick movements, she tightly bound it into a more capable-looking style.

But with his eyes closed, he observed the extent of the god's rampage.

The First Underworld is in extreme chaos. If the problem here is not resolved, the entire Terratauki may collapse, and the water here will overflow, causing a great flood that will submerge the entire Miktland.

If this could solve the problem of the still-unawakened ORT, that would be fine, but the problem is... a mere flood probably won't be that effective.

Therefore, the only way to deal with Terrataugi's master is here.

Smogen, the pan-human who occupied the First Underworld.

Time is of the essence, and the anomaly here will inevitably be noticed by other enemies, including the alien god.

Compared to a wide range of Noble Phantasms, a breakthrough in one area is more suitable.

Fortunately, before coming over, I managed to persuade him, and I even brought the gun with me.

Otherwise, going back and forth would waste precious time.

The First Underworld was shrouded in mist, making it impossible for those on the shore and those on the water to see each other, and she couldn't even determine her location.

"I didn't originally intend to kill them, but now that things have come to this, even if it's another version of myself in the pan-human history, this is the only way."

Ash, with her hair tied up, summoned Gungnir and held it in her hand.

Magic flows, and heaven and earth are overturned.

She held the gun upright with both hands and quietly recited words that sounded like a prayer.

"I proclaim, by the name of my husband, the god, that I may awaken the dormant power of the divine spear. This is for the salvation of the lost, for the reward of the lost. Like a shooting star piercing the heavens, it will proclaim the destined death of all things—"

The irresistible magic was overflowing to its fullest extent.

As it ascended into the sky, Ash opened its elven eyes, gleaming with magical light, and its lips moved slightly as it spoke the true name of the spear.

"Ragnarok Gungnir: Final Fantasy - Ookami Declaration!"

Time seemed to stand still in that instant.

A golden meteor streaked across the sky above the First Underworld, piercing through the nascent body and penetrating Morgan, who was at its core.

The god's tens of meters-long arms stopped before the encirclement began.

As time seemed to resume its flow, the water god's body, as tall as the fire giant Surtur, collapsed with a roar.

A torrential downpour began.

Morgan lay on the water's surface, her blood staining the water beneath her. She stared blankly at the sky, as if she couldn't comprehend what had happened.

“Humans cannot live on ‘severity’ alone, nor can gods live on ‘severity’ alone.” Ash stood beside her, looking down at her. “This applies to both others and oneself.”

“It’s almost like the wisdom of a god…” Morgan said, then shook his head slightly. “No, you… you are.”

"Only half," Ash replied frankly. "I only became a unified God through my husband's affection."

“A husband’s affection…” Morgan closed her eyes. “Such a distant concept.”

The power that had been forcibly absorbed and merged manifested itself as Morgan's spiritual foundation dissipated, no longer requiring separation.

Ash reached out to guide it, intending to bring it back to the shore and return it to Shio.

"That means we've retrieved one-third of it." Just as Ash was about to breathe a sigh of relief and turn back, looking at the water surface now only stained with blood,

But she felt the power in her hand suddenly become unstable. Before she could figure out what was going on, the power merged into her body on its own.

Her breath hitched slightly. She thought it was her turn to go berserk this time, but that didn't happen.

When she came to her senses, she had already transformed into the form of the One God.

Even though the power was incomplete, it was indeed that posture.

"Huh?"

The form only lasted for a few seconds before it dissipated on its own before Ash could finish being surprised.

But she could sense that even if she wanted to activate it now, it would be no problem at all.

But... the power ended up in her own body and became her possession without her consent.

And you can't even actively detach yourself from it? The level of affinity is a bit too high.

It was a gap that even the pan-human Morgan never realized until his death.

In short, with this confusion in mind, Ash returned to the shore somewhat dejectedly and reunited with Shiomi and Skadi.

Scáthach has disappeared.

"I sensed your power going berserk just now, but thankfully you handled it well. Are you alright?" tide Jian asked with concern. "Are you injured anywhere?"

After all, Ash was worried about implicating him, so she temporarily cut off the effect of the damage compensation technique.

"I'm fine..." Ash shook his head.

"Why are you so frustrated? Did you lose?" Skadi asked, also becoming worried.

Ash pressed his hand to his chest: "We won, and we got our powers back... The problem is, they inexplicably became one with me."

"I see." tide Jian smiled with relief. "Then I'll trouble you to keep it for now, and return it to me after all the items have been collected."

Hearing him say that, Ash was certain that the power would not be completely transferred, and he felt much more at ease.

While it cannot be concluded whether the instability of power is solely due to oneself.

“Speaking of which, what about Scáthach?” she asked.

"There's been a bit of a problem at Storm Border, so she's gone back to provide support. We'll stay here to meet you and head back together."

tide Jian explained the situation in this way.

Chapter Thirty-Three: The Sudden Attack

Storm Border is a designated area for this purpose.

When tide saw them return, it was pouring rain.

There are still many traces of battle to be seen around.

More importantly, Storm Border is now facing off against a group of enemies.

The female follower, holding a slender, soft whip, was breathing heavily.

Behind her was a man wearing a leopard mask, leading a group of leopard-faced thieves.

At the very back of these people stood a blond man in modern clothes and brown sunglasses, observing the battle with great interest.

Shiomi recognized the man; it was Tescatlipoca.

Unexpectedly, the other party took the initiative to come to our door.

“Finally back… no, I should say it was pretty quick,” Scáthach said. “We could feel the tremors in the First Underworld here; we thought there was going to be a flood.”

Nemo even planned to launch the warship into the air.

If the floodwaters are large enough to submerge the entire Miktland, Storm Border can also enter submerged mode.

However, that would make fighting the unknown ORT even more inconvenient.

While being able to wipe out the enemies in front of them was a mixed blessing, it was a bittersweet experience.

“She planned to forcibly merge with Wufu’s power and enter a berserk state to defeat me.” Ash sighed. “Fortunately, we were well prepared, and Gungnir played his due role.”

“Is that so?” Scáthach said knowingly.

"What's going on over here?" Skadi gripped her wand, shielding Ash, who had just been through a battle, behind her as she moved toward StormBorder.

Ash, who was holding Shio, freed one hand and patted her shoulder: "It's alright, I can still fight, and so can your husband."

“No, this rain is very strange.” Shio reached out her hand and caught the rain falling on her palm. “Our movements will be restricted when we come into contact with this rain.”

“More accurately, it’s a ‘selection’,” Skadi said. “Servants with insufficient spiritual rank, as well as humans, will be rendered unable to act—”

As she spoke, she glanced toward Storm Border.

Hinako and the fairy knights were responsible for guarding the warship to prevent the leopard-faced bandits from sneaking up and attacking the rear.

The others remained on board.

In contrast, whether it's Scáthach, Artoria, or Koyanskaya, who is a candidate for Beast, they are all relatively able to fight freely.

The two sides are currently at a stalemate.

"It looks like two more pillars... no, three pillars of gods have come to help." The leading female servant looked at Shiomi and the others and said this.

Ash felt a little surprised.

If Shiomi and Skadi are gods, that's one thing, but why is she included as well?

Could it be that the power gave this unknown goddess a false impression?

“State your name, Goddess,” Shiomi said. “Or is it that, as a Servant, you don’t want to reveal your true name?”

"Shut up! You are not allowed to regard us noble gods as equals with those mortal followers." The man in the black panther mask who led the panther-faced thugs angrily rebuked Shiomi's attitude.

Tescatlipoca, however, didn't seem to care at all, and instead laughed heartily: "Don't get so excited, Iscari. Don't be fooled by the fact that that man is being held in a woman's arms now; he's a genuine god."

“Traloc, the rain god Traloc,” the female deity servant announced her name.

"It's Tralock?" Shio couldn't help but be surprised.

Traloc, the rain god, is a pillar of Aztec creation myth.

No wonder the fight between Master and the others was so close.

Aside from Tescatlipoca, who clearly didn't seem to be making much of a move, even with this strange downpour, the leopard-faced thief and the black-masked man alone shouldn't have been so restrained.

But if you add Tlaloc, it makes sense.

Traloc is the rain god in Aztec mythology, who ruled the third world in creation mythology, but was destroyed by a rain of fire in legend.

Regardless, he is a god whose strength should not be underestimated.

The fact that a high-ranking deity has become a Servant is itself an extraordinary summoning method. Moreover, the creation of the terrain further prevents Scáthach from effectively unleashing her god-slaying power.

"Seeing the three of you here, and the tremor in the First Underworld, it seems you've taken down that witch, haven't you?" Tescatlipoca's smile held a hint of bloodlust. "I can sense that a third of the separated powers have returned here."

“This is all thanks to you, Smoke Mirror,” Shio said. “Now, while I’m away, you’re even eyeing our headquarters… The God of War is truly warlike.”

“Of course. In this world, besides warriors, there are only useless people who can’t be warriors.” Tescatelli pursed his lips. “Although I have no interest in Nuwa’s plan, whether it’s saving humanity or saving the universe, it’s up to you. But the premise is that the chosen ones are qualified.”

"What?" Shiomi found Tescatlipoca's wording strange.

"It's nothing, just a trial." Tescatlipoca laughed happily. "Even after having his powers taken away, he managed to escape alive, and even regained a third of them in just two days."

"Brother, what should we do next?" Tralock saw through Tescatlipoca's unusual attitude and knew that he could not act rashly, so he asked for his opinion.

“The gentle rain has been enough. Now comes war, Vizilopochtli!” Tescatelli Poka’s voice rose a few notches. “You know what to do.”

“Understood.” Tralock’s expression turned serious. “From now on, we’ll use the spirit origins here as your opponents. You all seem to be quite skilled in combat.”

As she spoke, her spiritual foundation changed.

Not only their class, but also their divinity has changed.

"The god of war?" Shiomi was surprised again. "So it's not just the rain god, but the divinity of other gods as well?"

"Compound divinity? Alterego?" Ash was puzzled.

Because the class observed by Chaldea is the same as that of Oberon, Pretender.

Could it be a disguised class?

"That's not important." tide Jian raised her voice. "Master, have everyone step back. Leave this to us!"

After saying that, he cupped Chen's cheeks, and before she could react, he kissed her.

Doing this in public was definitely a bit awkward, especially with Scáthach and the others giving him subtle looks.

"Flirting on the sacred battlefield? Well then, we'll start with you!" Tralock was clearly enraged by this behavior. He swung his long whip, magic surging within him, and shouted, "Lament of Koyolshauki!"

A colossal undead appeared in the gradually ceasing rain and followed Vizilopochtli in attacking the two.