Otherwise, you can find another savior.

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Regardless of whether bringing the dead back to life is right or wrong, the power that Shiomi Tenkei wielded under the divine name of Teholm certainly has the potential to alter the boundaries between life and death.

The master who governs the realm of the dead has a disciple who gives life.

Scáthach always found it dramatic, but she also understood the weight of it.

Just as she was marveling at this, another force struck Kamazotz, interrupting the man's attempt to imbue the undead with flesh and blood.

"You really do whatever you want, Kamazots. Are other people's things just that good?" Morgan said, stretching out his hand with displeasure.

A tremendous force emanated from her hands, targeting the power that Kamazot could not digest but could borrow.

"You want it back? It's not that simple!"

Kamazots' bat wings flapped suddenly, and the sharp claws at the tips of his wings, like another opponent, tore forward and bite.

The crimson light hurtled towards Morgan, but missed. Instead, it was deflected by the conceptual defense surrounding him, altering the trajectory of the attack.

Having distanced himself, Kamazot no longer had time to pay attention to the remains of these Karn warriors.

Although a steady stream of undead continues to revive, without his power as a guide, the undead, though numerous, are no match for the three.

Moreover, this unified God before us—

"In just a few days, your power has already grown to this seventh level? To be able to utilize one-third of your power to such an extent makes me even more eager for the full power! I'll accept it!"

Kamazot's wings encircled his body, and immense magical power began to accumulate before being unleashed.

The ghostly blue flames surged toward Morgan like a raging torrent, simultaneously engulfing the three who were forming a battle formation to deal with the endless stream of undead soldiers.

"Go back."

The One God Morgan lowered his flight altitude and stood between Kamazotz and the three.

With her cold command, the blazing inferno, intense enough to melt steel, split apart from Morgan's position and spread out to both sides.

The fan-shaped area behind them, untouched by the flames, was where the three of them were located.

Seeing this, Kamazot did not stop burning, but instead manipulated the shape of the flames to surround the group.

The ghostly fire transformed into a tornado, relentlessly squeezing and pressing.

Just as Kamazots was about to detonate it, the Hellfire Tornado was cut open from the inside and quickly lost its power to sustain itself, dissipating among the ruins of Kahn.

"Tsk... That's the Netherfire that even Tescatlipoca had to be wary of, and you just dispelled it like that." Kamazotz was very displeased.

"If this is all the power you have, then hand over my husband's authority as soon as possible, or don't blame me for being ruthless."

Morgan gripped the silver and cyan holy lance, issuing a final warning.

Chapter Fifty: 'Compassion' Reclaims

"Heartless? You call that heartless? Hahahaha! Don't make me laugh! There is no mercy on the battlefield, only the life of the victor and the death of the vanquished!"

As he spoke, Kamazots raised a huge scythe.

He looked more and more like a grim reaper who reaped lives.

The ability to manipulate the Netherworld Lines of Miktland does not belong to any Heroic Spirit from Pan-Human History.

"It seems he's probably some kind of grim reaper from Miktlan," Shiomi commented casually.

“We’ve seen too much of Death or the God of the Underworld.” Morgan gripped the Holy Lance, and four other lances, including Gungnir, appeared behind him. “There is only one thing to do: defeat Kamazot and reclaim our power.”

"The reason why that man couldn't completely absorb the power is unclear, but he was able to exert the power to this extent without absorbing it... We must be careful," Shiomi reminded him softly.

"My husband, just watch. If anything happens, then you should intervene."

Morgan calmly arranged his countermeasures, and before Kamazot could strike with his scythe, he ordered his spears to be crossed, thus blocking the blow.

Longinus and Gungnir charged in from both sides, aiming for Kamazotz's vital points.

With a displeased sound, Kamazot swung his scythe so powerfully that it was impenetrable, causing the four strong attacks to repeatedly hit the wall, producing a series of sparks.

"It's there!"

Morgan saw an opening in Kamazotz's scythe-wielding stance and swiftly moved in.

"How hateful! How hateful!"

Unable to dodge in time, Kamazot was shot in the abdomen by Morgan, who sliced ​​open the muscle on one side of his abdomen. Dark red blood splattered out and made a scalding sound as it hit the ground.

The blood was as hot as magma.

"The blood is so hot, not at all like the cold blood of death I remember."

Morgan glanced at the bloodstains on the gun, then gently flicked them off.

These words seemed to strike a nerve with Kamazozz, and the fighting between the two sides escalated further.

Two shadows, one silver and one crimson, moved rapidly above Kahn, sometimes colliding and sometimes separating.

The four guns, like four shooting stars, relentlessly struck the crimson shadow.

The already abandoned ruins of Kahn were further scarred by the battle between the two sides, as if they were destined to fall into even greater ruin.

But this was just the aftermath of the battle.

The skeletal soldiers who hadn't yet been dealt with by Scáthach and her companions also fell to the ground amidst the relentless impacts of this continuous battle.

The skeletons were shattered into pieces, and even if they wanted to reassemble, they were often scattered even more by the next wave of shockwaves.

"What's going on? What exactly happened! Kamazocs is asking you what's going on!"

"What's going on? Although I don't know exactly what you are, that power belongs to us. The more you use my husband's power, the more disadvantaged you will become."

Morgan held the Holy Lance with both hands, and the conceptual defense he had spread out prevented the giant scythe from advancing any further.

In this standoff, she revealed a fact that Kamazot had not anticipated.

Having already fought against the demon queen of Pan-Human History, Shiomi was convinced that Morgan was becoming the other side more suitable than anyone else to accept his power.

If the owner has no intention of reclaiming it, then the power will be transferred to the most suitable holder.

Even so, at this moment, one-third of the power is still in Kamazotz's hands.

The attraction between powers, the yearning to return to the essence of the whole.

Kamazotz, who continues to control "Compassion," will encounter unimaginable obstacles when using his power due to this resonance.

"It's merely the power to control life; digesting it is a piece of cake! Or rather, I can do it right now! Exhaust your power and resurrect Kahn's warriors!"

"The dead cannot return; their souls, their spirits, everything about them has vanished. All that remains here are empty shells. Why are you so fixated on them?"

"That's not something you need to know!"

Having shaken off the One God, Kamazotz quickly shifted his focus, attempting to use his power as a one-time consumable to give flesh and blood to the fallen and still-standing undead warriors.

Four guns came from four directions, but Kamazot deflected them all, revealing a weakness in his front.

"Then give it back to me. I don't want my power to be used for things with unclear intentions."

The One God suddenly dispelled his form, and tide Jian rushed forward alone.

His small size became his advantage at this moment, and Kamazot, who was not familiar with the attack range, missed his target.

During the second pursuit, Morgan's chains bound his limbs and wings.

The emerging power was touched by Shiomi and began to withdraw from Kamazots, severing control.

These powers can be regained in just a few seconds.

But those few seconds were long enough for Kamazotz to break free of his restraints and retaliate against Shiomi.

The premise is that this only involves Shiomi and Morgan.

when--!

Scáthach and Artoria intercepted Camarzot's second attack.

"How hateful! How hateful! How hateful!"

As Shiomi withdrew her power, Kamazot roared and finally broke free of his restraints the instant Shiomi withdrew her power, attempting to attack the three with his scythe.

However, the attack missed its mark, and the water mirror covered the three of them, shifting their positions.

Then, the four Noble Phantasms, which split into hundreds and thousands of spears, fell like a storm, creating another blast.

When the attack subsided, Kamazocs only had some bruises on his body and no further injuries.

"Tsk... So it really is the original owner. As expected, you can't keep what isn't yours."

At this moment, the man regained his indifference, his voice carrying an arrogant killing intent.

"I'm going back to the Fourth Underworld to recuperate. Only the Night Spring can heal these wounds and curses you left behind."

"To talk about fleeing in such a frank way, that's truly unique."

Shiomi did not reclaim the power, but simply maintained the state of holding it.

Before the power is properly reclaimed, the process of transforming into a unified god will be slow, and the masters will not be able to keep Kamazot.

Moreover, those undead soldiers were still moving, blocking the pursuit route.

"Congratulations on regaining two-thirds of your power. I hope that when we meet again, you will be able to unleash your full power. I will welcome you at Yayaukki, the god of pan-human history, and his servants."

After saying that, Kamazozz vanished in a flash, his presence fading away quickly and becoming undetectable.

The undead warriors in the ruins of Kahn gradually stopped, their magical reactions disappeared one after another, and they fell back down, sinking into the soil.

"In this way, we have retrieved two-thirds."

Shio turned around and waved to Morgan.

Chapter Fifty-One: Return

When Morgan saw Shiomi waving at him, he roughly understood what was going on.

Since one-third of the power is already with her, it would be best to hand over the remaining one-third of the power to her after reclaiming it, thus combining the powers into one. This would be the most effective approach.

“However, what would happen if my beloved student and Morgan each held one-third?” Scáthach watched from the side, her tone tinged with envy.

Shiomi thought for a moment: "It should increase the individual combat power before transforming into the Unity God, but it will also reduce the expected combat power of the Unity God."

“Hmm…” Scáthach seemed to be deep in thought.

"Does your master mean there aren't any new powers or forms?" Skadi added at this moment, "For example, what if they handed over authority to us to receive?"

Without any ulterior motives, Skadi frankly stated her thoughts.

She was discussing things with Shiojian with a very sincere attitude.

"What? Do you also want to experience the feeling of becoming one with my husband?" Morgan stopped walking and stood between Shiomi and the other three, smiling as she looked Skadi up and down.

Skadi paused, her face slightly flushed: "It has nothing to do with that... I just remembered a saying, 'Don't put all your eggs in one basket.'"

“That’s the principle, but there’s also a saying that it’s best to ‘put all your eggs in one basket and watch that basket.’” Xi Jian held the power, which was in an irregular shape. “Or, Master or whoever it is, come and try it and you’ll find out.”

As soon as he uttered those words, Scáthach stepped over the bricks and stones of the Karn ruins and stood before him.

"Then let's give it a try?" She squatted down and knelt in front of Xijian.

"It's almost like the graduation ceremony back then." He suppressed a laugh and brought his power closer to Scáthach's chest.

The power followed Shiomi's will, moving closer to Scáthach's body and gradually penetrating her.

“Ugh…” Scáthach looked uncomfortable.

“Master, there’s no need to force yourself.” tide Jian was very worried.

Scáthach smiled and said, "My beloved disciple is a bit too heavy a burden for me to bear."

"Aren't you afraid that saying such things will defile sacred power?" Morgan was somewhat speechless.

Artoria gave an understanding, slightly embarrassed smile: "Scáthach probably wanted to ease the tension, so she made an exception."

The group chatted idly, but their eyes never left Scáthach and Shiomi.

The moment the power between them almost completely merged into Scáthach's body under Shiomi's will, a powerful repulsive force erupted, sending her flying.

Fortunately, Artoria reacted quickly and caught Scáthach.

“…That was truly a ferocious power.” Scáthach clutched her chest, looking visibly shaken. “If I had forcibly retained my power just now, my chest would probably have been blown off.”

It won't kill you, but recovery will be very difficult.

However, with his beloved student here, it's not a big problem.

The reason she was still afraid was that this power was incompatible with her existence.