Otherwise, you can find another savior.

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Tralock used this method to announce his existence, and his tone conveyed a sense of nonchalance.

"Rain... well, it doesn't matter whether it's sunny or rainy. Anyway, your rain won't affect that guy."

Tescatlipoca stood on the ruins, his soaking wet body showing not a speck of dirt.

He gazed at the One God Morgan, who stood atop a tower near the temple, with a cold yet fanatical look, his calm voice betraying his displeasure:

“I told you to gather all your powers before you come back. Those who disregard the teachings of the god Tescatlipoca, even if they are young new gods, will still be punished.”

“That was something you decided unilaterally. If Mexico City weren’t blocking our path in tracking the ‘Alien God,’ we might have listened to your demands.” Morgan looked down at everything on the ground below. “But since you insisted on blocking our way, the outcome is obvious.”

“Not bad, all enemies blocking the way should be eliminated. Whether this is your idea or that man's, I have no objection,” Tescatlipoca said. “Since you've voluntarily appeared here, it means you're prepared for the worst, right?”

Chapter Fifty-Six: Event Replacement

"Responsibility? I should be the one saying that." Morgan looked at Tescatlipoca and said, "I don't know what you're up to, but since Tescatlipoca is here in human form, as a pseudo-Servant—"

“Good eyes, you saw right through that.” Tescatlipoca wore an indifferent smile. “I created a human to whom I would possess, and then transferred myself into that human’s body. The soul is a god, but the body is human. Even without a Master, I can act as a ‘human living in the present’.”

Morgan understood: "So this is how Debit bypassed the troublesome process of summoning the gods and made you appear in the world as a Servant?"

"Don't get me wrong, I used my strengths to assist Debit. Of course, this body is designed according to the current era, as a product of Tescatlipoca."

"In conclusion, you are Black Tescatlipoca." Morgan confirmed the result and prepared to take action.

“To be honest, after hearing about the existence of the ‘One God,’ I also thought about becoming the One God myself.” Tescatlipoca’s expression turned ferocious. “But unfortunately, no soul can withstand Tescatlipoca, nor does anyone have the time to spend millions of years synchronizing with him.”

"Isn't it a bit too late to say these things now?"

Morgan raised his hand, and the relentless rain stopped for a moment, turning into a vortex that gathered in the sky directly above Mexico City.

In an instant, he seized control of the rainfall phenomenon from Trallock and turned it into a tool for his own purposes.

As countless raindrops fell from the clouds, they continuously gathered directly above Mexico City, creating a water sphere large enough to cover the entire city.

“It’s not too late. If you had killed me directly just now, it might have been even faster,” Tescatlipoca said in a casual tone. “Of course, you would have had to be confident that you could kill me in one strike.”

Marduk's Axe was undoubtedly used to carry out the attack with this purpose in mind.

The majority of the Noble Phantasm's power was neutralized by Tescatlipoca's protection and could not spread throughout Mexico City; it only destroyed the temple and the part of the city behind it.

"Then let's give it a try?"

The rainwater had accumulated to a limit; with just a wave of her hand, she could unleash a massive flood that would wash Mexico City clean.

"Debit! It's alright, let's do it!"

Suddenly, Tescatlipoca raised his voice and gave orders to Debit, who was supposed to be the Master.

Debit, who had arrived here at some unknown time, raised his right hand, the Command Seals on it flashing red.

"By Command Spell! Even though you have a human body, use your powers, Black Tescatlipoca!" Debit issued the command with a Command Spell.

When the Master and Servant are of one mind, a clear Command Seal can have an extremely powerful effect.

If the Master is exceptionally powerful, no one can estimate the maximum potential a Command Seal can achieve.

Morgan's guess, though he didn't ask, was confirmed here.

Although he is human, Tescatlipoca must have some means that he approves of in order to fully exercise his powers.

Command Spells are the most suitable option.

“Of course. At the cost of my two organs, I will awaken the corrupting sun.” Tescatlipoca’s smile had taken on a bloodthirsty edge. “The golden age of a seed’s continuous growth is a nightmare. Life disappears, the world is destroyed, and planets burn.”

He raised his chin and looked at the One God who was about to summon the great flood.

“Let me show you true destruction, you inexperienced gods,” Tescatlipoca said.

Shiomi realized that the situation was even more complicated than expected, and immediately reminded Morgan to take action.

As the hand of the One God was raised, a flood powerful enough to destroy Mexico City descended from the sky.

Just before the torrent swept through the city and threatened to engulf Tescatlipoca's body, thick, impenetrable smoke billowed from his body.

It quickly merged with the floodwaters, then covered them, and finally spread throughout Mexico City.

Their vision was completely taken away.

Even amidst the thick smoke, the perception of the One God remains sharp; any opponent who attempts to attack at this moment will meet a gruesome end.

That's precisely why the lack of any indication of an attack makes people uneasy.

The smoke didn't last long. As their vision returned, Morgan and Shiomi were presented with a completely different scene.

It is not the devastation left after a flood swept across the land.

Rather, the entire Miktland is collapsing at a visible rate, and it won't be long before this underground world, along with the Lostbelt, disappears.

"What on earth happened?!" Artoria asked.

Scáthach and Artoria, who had originally stayed in the shadows, intending to make their move only after confirming Tescatlipoca's combat strength, had no choice but to rush to Morgan's side after the smoke cleared.

"Is this an illusion?" Scáthach looked around. "I can't sense any trace of magic. Is it the power of Tescatlipoca?"

“No, it’s true. Neither I nor my husband can be so sure.” Morgan said, grabbing their arms and teleporting through the water mirror to another location.

Then a beam of emerald green light fell, striking the still-unresolved water mirror and affecting Oselotte's corpse near the landing point.

The water mirror and Ocelote transformed into a verdant water mirror, which quickly dissipated in the wind.

“Even magic—” Scáthach was speechless.

"Look down here!"

Standing atop the ruins, Artoria spoke up to warn everyone.

Having relinquished their unified god form, Shiomi and Morgan, along with Scáthach, all noticed Artoria's reminder.

In the ruins beneath their feet.

Oselot, who was fully armed and ready to fight just a moment ago, is now dead.

They did not die from the flood, but from pure war.

“Event substitution.” Shiomi pressed her forehead. “You’ve swapped the future that’s about to happen with the ‘present’.”

Tescatlipoca smiled and said, "Quickly got the hang of it, newcomer. Black Tescatlipoca is an omnipotent god who manipulates all things, but he does not have the power to create everything. That is fundamentally different from you."

“‘If it’s something that can happen according to the rules, then we can use it freely,’ right?” Morgan and Shiomi stood back to back, facing the smoke mirror sideways. “For events that are certain to happen, we will change the order in which they occur.”

In other words, this phenomenon will occur in Miktland in a few days.

Tescatlipoca simply revealed this fact ahead of time.

"That is—!"

Scáthach pointed to a figure in the distance, as large as a spider, standing on the crumbling earth.

Chapter 57 The Day of ORT (1)

It can transform any substance it comes into contact with into crystal, even those made of magic.

And its body structure resembles that of a giant spider.

In this South American alien world, there is only one answer.

“That is… ORT.” Shiomi’s heart started racing.

The looming threat of death materialized in that instant.

How long has this been going on, to the point that it directly threatens my life?

"This scene will be the reality of Miktland in a few days. You are a being created by Nuwa, arranged to live as a human in the 21st century as a modern god." Tescatlipoca looked at Shiomi. "Have you played a game? This is the 'Destruction Demo.' Although you will experience it someday, enjoy it in advance."

He strolled leisurely across the collapsed, weightless ruins, completely oblivious to the fact that he might be struck by an ORT at any moment and become one of the dead here.

This is the essence of the fickle winds, the god of war.

“Oselotte will perish, Dinos will be wiped out, the world will not care and will continue to turn. As always, I have seen it many times.” Tescatlipoca smirked, his face full of pleasure.

"Gods who destroy one solar era after another and create another, can they really be so nonchalant?" tide Jian looked at the smoke mirror. "This kind of destruction and reset, is it as ordinary to you as breakfast?"

“It seems you have grasped the essence of Aztec mythology, so I’ll give you a compliment,” Tescatlipoca said. “However, you get tired of eating breakfast all the time, and sometimes you need a hearty dinner.”

Artoria couldn't help but feel angry: "You call this kind of destruction dinner? To you, is life just food laid out on a table?!"

“At this point, there’s no need to be angry about God’s values.” Scáthach placed her hand on Artoria’s shoulder. “Besides, it’s a god from another mythology; trying to understand him is pointless.”

"Let me give you a taste of my culinary skills beforehand. Neither the Hidden One Debit Zem Void nor the 'Alien God' could have imagined them."

Tescatlipoca's expression turned serious, but he still flippantly referred to ORT as the chef of this annihilation feast.

“First you will die, then Miktland will disappear, and then this planet will come to an end. It’s a monster that hasn’t awakened in the pan-human history…you should know, right?” Tescatlipoca said. “It’s a Star Eater that only survives in this Lostbelt with the highest completion level. It will ravage the underground world, crawl to the surface, reach Antarctica, and shatter your hopes. Chaldea’s base should return to nothingness, and the celestial sphere should be devoured. It expands its nest on the planet, without even turning its cycles, to deliver the fatal blow to this celestial body.”

Shiomi frowned: "Not just the Lostbelts, but even planets outside the Lostbelts will be destroyed. Do you intend to stop the Celestial Sphere in this way?"

“That’s Debit’s business, I don’t care. I’m just watching this ending and showing it to you.” Tescatlipoca stared into Shiomi’s eyes. “Anyway, this planet will eventually die, it’s just a matter of sooner or later. But without the planet itself, even if you can’t restore the pan-human history, you can’t recreate the world on an empty planet, right?”

“Debit!” Shiomi didn’t answer Tescatlipoca, but instead questioned Debit, “Is this your answer?”

“Just for now.” Debit stood near Tescatlipoca, looking at Shiomi alone. “I know that you, Shiomi-sensei, have obtained the power to change everything, but you haven’t figured out how to use it yet. You also know that the true ‘Alien God’ is not humanity’s enemy. Everything must be witnessed firsthand in Antarctica before the right answer can be found.”

Morgan sighed: "In short, if we can't break this future, you'll continue with this plan?"

"..." Debit remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement with Morgan's guess.

Then, the rubble beneath his feet, which had already lost its weight, suddenly collapsed, and Debit fell helplessly into the bottomless abyss.

“That man—” Scáthach exclaimed in surprise.

“Don’t panic.” Morgan raised his hand. “It’s just a matter of being replaced.”

“Hmph, even if it’s a replacement, ORT is still the real deal. If you don’t run now, you’re all doomed,” Tescatlipoca said.

Just as they were talking, ORT noticed them and launched an attack on them.

Just before the attack arrived, Shiomi and Morgan transformed into one god once more, and together they moved Scáthach and Artoria out of the attack range.

"Oh--"

Tescatlipoca noticed the actions of the One God and a playful expression appeared on his face.

The group, who should have been hit directly, were unharmed by the magic of ORT, which could crystallize all matter.

Taking advantage of the moment when the attack failed, the One God Morgan, along with Scáthach and Artoria, distanced themselves from the ORT.

“They learn very quickly when it comes to creating phenomena,” Tescatlipoca said.

“It’s all thanks to a good teacher demonstrating this.” Morgan retorted sarcastically. “My husband and I have never had a deep enough understanding of power, but your actions just now have perfectly demonstrated how to wield our power.”

Strictly speaking, the ORT's attack did hit them.

It was the One God who created the phenomena as a substitute to bear this extremely dangerous blow.

If this had not been done, the Unifying God would have been unharmed, but Scáthach and Artoria would have been crystallized, with at least half of their bodies being taken away.

"Is that so? Then please fight on, survive the ORT's attack, or defeat this guy."

After leaving behind his mocking words, Tescatlipoca withdrew from the area.

Despite creating this situation himself, he had no intention of fighting it. Instead, he stayed far away and watched the guys targeted by ORT struggle.

“To be honest, I’ve thought about many ways to die, but to die at the hands of the ORT, to be turned into crystal and eaten, is something I really don’t want to do.” Scáthach searched for a foothold in the raging wind. “So what do you plan to do, my beloved student, and Morgan?”

“What do you mean, what do we do? We’ll hold this guy back here, you guys get back to Chichen Itza quickly,” Morgan said. “The replacement of Tescatlipoca isn’t just limited to Mexico City, the whole of Mictlán has been replaced.”

This power, which can be described as cheating, has brought forward the destruction that was bound to come in a few days to this moment.

"but--"

Artoria was worried about their safety.

Chapter 58 The Day of ORT (2)

"No buts!"

Morgan stopped Artoria from having any further concerns.

Since the ORT had launched another attack, Morgan pushed Scáthach and Artoria into the water mirror, transferring them back to the vicinity of StormBorder.

However, this distraction caused the right arm and shoulder of the One God to be struck by the ORT's attack and turned into crystal.

"Cut it off immediately!"

As Shiomi exclaimed in surprise, Morgan acted decisively, separating himself from the crystallized shoulder and arm, and flew up to create distance.

The crystallized limbs landed on the floating ruins, instantly shattered into dust, and then drifted towards the ORT's body, merging with it.