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"What a monster! It can even turn our bodies into crystal at will." Morgan stretched her regenerated shoulders and arms.

The magically woven clothing disappeared, leaving her arms and shoulders exposed.

Unfortunately, I don't have time to pay attention to these messy things right now.

As long as it can fight, that's enough.

“That’s destruction at the conceptual level, but…” Shiomi replied to Morgan, “you should understand now, right?”

“If I were to face this alone, I would be nothing more than a lamb to the slaughter.” She gripped the holy lance. “But my husband and I are one, so—!”

Countless emerald green crystal-colored magic balls with spiderweb-like patterns on their surfaces suddenly appeared and exploded.

But this time, these attacks were unable to reach the One God, and were blocked by her conceptual defenses.

“This is really tough…” Morgan glanced back at the Second Underworld.

Although she couldn't see everyone, she knew where Storm Border was.

The problem is that it is still unknown how long this collapse of Miktland will last, and what the consequences will be after the event ends is also unknown.

After all, Tescatlipoca doesn't intend to reveal a single detail.

Therefore, just to confirm this answer, the One God needs to stay and face it.

“It seems that ORT has chosen to attack us over heading to Chichen Itza,” Shiomi said.

“It’s not bad to be a human shield once in a while, my husband. Don’t leave me behind this time.” Morgan immediately gave Shio a heads-up.

"I'm not stupid either. Without you here, I would be dead for sure," tide Jian chuckled.

Morgan smiled knowingly. "Yes. So—"

"Take off! Move at full speed!"

ORT, wielding its dozens of meters-long legs, launched an attack on the One God Morgan.

Despite being incredibly powerful and the natural enemy of all life, even a cosmic creature that can devour gods, it is not absolutely invincible.

Speed ​​is its weakness.

Even though the speed of the ORT has surpassed that of most life forms on the planet, it still has its limits.

At least for now, ORT's attacks cannot reach the body of One God Morgan.

but……

"Too hard? No, or is it soft?"

Even after unleashing the true name of the Noble Phantasm, the continuous bombardment of "The Ideal Land That Can No Longer Be Reached" only caused ORT's body to be impacted, making his movements sluggish.

Those numerous wounds begin to heal the instant they are created.

It has no blood, no muscle tissue, and is a bizarre body made of a special substance that is both hard and soft.

It resembles both a constructed life form and a natural life form that actually possesses a physical body.

"What exactly is ORT? This thing also exists in pan-human history, so why did it come to this planet?"

Shiomi brought up her previous question again.

“Perhaps it was obtained through the sacrifice of a living being, or perhaps it was summoned by the planet itself—it's all possible,” Morgan replied while battling the indiscriminate, wide-area attacks of the ORT. “Just as the Beast itself is linked to the self-destructive will of primates, that thing might—”

“It’s the planet’s will to self-destruct.” Shiomi understood what Morgan was trying to say.

If you want to know the answer, perhaps Tescatlipoca can.

Even so, before that, they must use force to convince Tescatlipoca to answer more questions.

"Behind you!" tide Jian suddenly realized.

"I see!"

Morgan, well-prepared, unleashed a backhand strike that severed one of ORT's footwork.

Even more direct than the damage caused by Noble Phantasms is the act of severing limbs.

This was seen as a response to ORT's previous attack, but it also provoked a violent reaction from ORT.

A silent roar.

ORT seems to lack vocal organs, or rather, it doesn't need to produce sound.

It is the supreme life form, the absolute predator.

No life or existence is worthy of communicating with it.

Even the gods of this planet are the same.

However, the further increase in magical reaction also revealed ORT's emotions.

"Angry? I thought it was just a machine that only knew how to fight, but I didn't expect it to have its own joys and sorrows." Morgan fought against the electric current that was comparable to the thunder of Zeus and analyzed the ecology of the ORT.

—If this kind of activity can be called an ecosystem.

“That being said, if you can’t understand or communicate, there’s no point in saying anything.” Shio quickly thought, “Use a gun to disrupt the operation, and then use that. I don’t know how effective that will be.”

"I see!"

Morgan spread his arms, and his magic output instantly increased to maximum power.

An outcome even more extreme than this scene of destruction.

"Reveal everything! The Chaotic Will!"

Everything froze at that moment, starting with space and then time itself.

With ORT (Optical Transformation Equipment) right in front of us, there's no need to hold back anymore.

Defeat is tantamount to death.

Therefore, we must seek a glimmer of hope.

From the source called Chaos, phenomena are brought into Chaos, returned to nothingness, and then reborn.

Thus, everything before us is destroyed, and it is regenerated according to the will of the One God.

That was the power that led to the path of creation, and now only a part of it has been liberated.

Chaos continued to expand, swallowing up ORT as well. Space and time disappeared, turning into endless darkness.

Then light returned to the earth, and the familiar Miktland reappeared.

Unbeknownst to them, the battle with ORT forced the One God Morgan to retreat outside Mexico City, just a blink of an eye away from the Second Underworld.

But ORT's figure had disappeared.

"You won? Was it really that easy?" Morgan was puzzled.

“No, it’s time.” Shiomi immediately had the answer. “The destruction that Tescatlipoca showed us is the predetermined future. He just temporarily replaced a certain point in the future with the present and showed it to us.”

"Did we merely destroy the phenomenon that Tescatlipoca presented...?"

Morgan wasn't discouraged at all; if ORT could really be defeated so easily, then everything would be much easier.

"Before that, Mexico City was already on the verge of destruction and would no longer pose a threat to Chichen Itza for the time being."

Finally, Shiomi made this suggestion to Morgan and received a reply.

"Let's go back first."

Chapter Fifty-Nine: Betting

"What...what a tragedy, destroying cities so casually, killing citizens so mercilessly...even before the god Tescatlipoca shows us the future, they have already..."

Tralock slumped onto the ruins of the city, muttering to himself in a voice that was both angry and sorrowful.

The event substitution implemented by Tescatlipoca simply rearranges the order in which events occur, moving things from a future point in time into the present, much like video editing.

When this pre-edited segment of events comes to an end, the events that were actually happening cannot be denied.

Or rather, Tescatlipoca did not deny it.

The result was that, simultaneously with the replacement of the events, a great flood was summoned from the sky by the One God.

The floods inundated Mexico City, further eroding the city that had already been a quarter destroyed by Marduk's axe, and completely robbing it of the prosperity it had built up that year.

Everywhere you look, there are ruins and rubble, as well as the body of Oselot scattered among the ruins throughout the city.

Everywhere you look, there is a desolate and dilapidated scene.

Tears streamed down Tralock's face.

However, unlike her sadness and anger, Tescatlipoca wore an extremely satisfied expression.

“Oh, that was truly exhilarating! After just one demonstration, they understood how to handle much larger situations. Was it the man's skill, or the fairy's wisdom as his other half?” Tescatlipoca savored the experience. “Or perhaps, it was the combination of both that made it all seem so natural.”

“Brother…” Tralock looked at Tescatlipoca in surprise.

Faced with this tragic situation, he felt no sadness or anger, but rather a great sense of pleasure.

“Don’t you understand, Traloc? That’s a modern god, a god born solely for humanity. Even disregarding those messy missions, he’s an exceptionally brilliant being.” Tescatlipoca gazed in the direction where Shiomi and her group had disappeared. “Destroying the phenomena that were to be replaced and ending that scene prematurely might be somewhat unexpected.”

From the very beginning, the One God intended to destroy ORT, along with its fellow gods.

Even if things completely collapse, ORT will not disappear.

Tescatlipoca was unsure whether they understood this.

If Tescatlipoca really thought that his power was enough to destroy the ORT, he would be even more disappointed.

After all, this was just an appetizer.

Tescatlipoca has decided to fight that guy in his capacity as an omnipotent god and witness their "war".

"Speaking of which, what's with that expression, Tralock? Worried, or something else? It's hard to tell." Tescatlipoca looked at Tralock. "If you have any opinions, just say them. Don't be shy. After all, we're siblings."

“Brother, was the future we just witnessed real?” Tralock asked earnestly. “Is it beyond repair? Will our—no, their—city be utterly destroyed?”

Although Mexico City has suffered a devastating blow, there is still room for recovery.

After all, it was just a one-off flood, and Mexico City will be able to return to its previous state in a short time.

Even this destroyed temple can be rebuilt.

Once—

"That's how it is, so what?" Tescatlipoca said indifferently. "These streets are destined to be destroyed. The Aztecs are a land of destruction, and warriors will die when it's their turn. There's no need to change their fate."

Of course, there was nowhere to escape before the One God. In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of Oselots perished in the flood. Tescatlipoca did not know how many more died after that and needed to confirm it.

"That guy actually looks pretty godlike when facing the enemy," Tescatlipoca laughed. "No wonder he's been blessed by Marduk, he's starting to look like a war god."

“Brother…do you intend to deal with that unified god who is mixed with fairies by yourself?” Traloc asked.

"You want to avenge Mexico City and deal with them personally?" Tescatlipoca raised an eyebrow. "Sure. Knowing you'll die but still stepping onto the battlefield, that's a form of warriorship too. You might as well use all your strength then."

“I…I’ll consider it.” Tralock hadn’t completely made up his mind yet.

The difference in their strength is obvious.

Tralock felt a slight fear of the One God.

As a god, he feared another god.

A god who lives in the present moment, without his own mythology or legend.

"Don't rush, do whatever you want, that's your own business. I'm not anyone's partner, I'm a partner of 'War'. I support Debit's goals, Chaldea's goals, Oselotte's wishes, Dinos's wishes... or even your anger right now. I won't interfere."

There are two exceptions, though.

One reason is the existence of Kukulkan. That guy's position is similar to that of Tescatlipok; for both of them, death and loss in Miktland are trivial matters.

Secondly, there was that man.

His ruling is not yet complete; whether or not to recognize such an existence is something Tescatlipoca must personally assess.

Unlike the big bet he placed on Debit's objectives.

This was Tescatlipoca's private business as the chief god of Aztec mythology.

“Looks like it’s over for now.” Debit walked out.

In the event of replacement, death is not true death; even when the true moment of the event arrives, no one involved in the event will die immediately.

That's why Debit was so calm, knowing this.

"Two organs were sacrificed as a price to perform this instantaneous annihilation replacement..." Debit remained noncommittal about the outcome, instead asking, "Do you need me to treat your body?"