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"Losing your country, losing your people, and finally losing yourself—is this the result you wanted? Is this the reason you've wandered Miktland for 660 million years, King Kahn?"

Shiomi's voice echoed across the battlefield, constantly asking questions.

"I told you so! What stands before you is nothing but a weakling who can only defeat the ORT by sacrificing everything."

Kamazot defended himself against the oncoming barrage of gunfire, and then responded to Shiomi in this way.

"There's no point in wasting any more breath; you should understand that."

“It makes sense!” Shiomi calmly denied. “ORT is an enemy we will have to face sooner or later. If it awakens again, how will I defeat it? This is a question I am still thinking about, but I cannot answer.”

Kamazotz remained silent, continuing his defense and counterattacks.

Having said all that, tide Jian's intentions were clear enough.

He didn't know how to defeat the awakened ORT, which is why he wanted to find the answer from Kamazot in this battle.

Because I don't want to repeat the same mistakes.

Because I don't want to sacrifice those important people no matter what.

If a sacrifice is truly necessary, then I myself am sufficient.

—No, it's just us.

Morgan mentally corrected Shiomi's thoughts in this way.

"You challenge me with this naive confusion?" Kamazocs coldly retorted. "Salvation, absolution, mercy, sacrifice... even if you uphold these things, nothing will change!"

The heart-shaking sound waves echoed within the underworld, growing amplified through reverberation, causing even the unified God's spiritual foundation to tremble and lose its original stability.

"Come on! Unleash your full power! You haven't played your trump card yet! The trump card that once shook Miktland!"

Kamazocz's offensive became even more ferocious.

The attack from the four guns was no longer enough to threaten Kamaz. Even if the true names of the Noble Phantasms were released, they could not cause fatal damage because they were all breakthrough-type Noble Phantasms.

This man craved blood, craved a purer form of combat, but that was not the outcome Shiomi desired.

Simply defeating Kamazocs at all costs yields nothing and changes nothing.

“That power was not born for killing, but for my husband to protect everything.” Morgan spoke on behalf of Shiomi, refuting Kamazot’s statement. “Winning like this is meaningless.”

"If you want to know the final answer, come and get it yourself!"

The skeletal warriors awakened by Kamazot crawled along the mountain path and behind the rocks.

They either raised their spears or drew their longbows.

Although their power is only equivalent to that of a low-ranking Servant, when gathered together, it is enough to threaten the enemy before them.

"Get out!"

Morgan waved his hand and reprimanded in a low voice.

The skeletal warriors' attacks suddenly lost direction and power, and they plummeted into the abyss of the Third Underworld.

"My wife!"

Shio suddenly reminded Morgan.

Kamazot summoned countless bats, and extremely dangerous magic gathered in his claws.

Noble Phantasm.

“As expected, it has come to this point—” Shiomi said.

In short, we must engage them head-on!

Morgan raised his hand, intending to activate his Noble Phantasm.

“No, Kamazot’s thirst for battle and bloodshed isn’t because he’s cruel, but because he’s forgotten why he became so powerful, why he still lingers in Miktland, and why he wants to become the last god,” Shiomi disagreed.

"My husband means—"

“If you use your Noble Phantasm to fight him, Yaya Uki is destined to disappear,” Shiomi said in a low voice. “Since he wants us to use our trump card, then let’s grant his wish.”

“But isn’t that the same thing?” Morgan said helplessly.

“What kind of power is ‘Mother Earth’s Dinner’? My wife will know once she has used it herself,” Shiomi told her with a smile. “No, you will understand.”

"What if I'm just not quick to understand?"

Morgan made a light joke before landing on a high rock, looking down at Kamazotz.

"So you're finally getting the hang of it! Let me see!"

Kamazocz's voice was filled with a soaring fighting spirit.

"If you want to know the answer, then take this full-force blow! Reveal yourself, Sibalba's Great Scythe!"

Under Kamazot's magic, countless bats transformed into a giant scythe several meters long.

With just a flick of the wrist, he could sever Morgan and the rocky ground beneath his feet.

"Seven malevolent winds tore through chaos, a chaotic rain of blood ripped through the heavens and earth. The trajectories of the stars were ordained by the gods, but the fate of humankind must be determined by themselves. From now on, humanity will follow this arduous journey to reach the stars. Therefore, Great Mother of Creation, our mother, the progenitor of all things, bear witness—!"

Morgan chanted the incantation quietly, his voice gradually rising, like clear moonlight echoing in the Third Underworld.

Those skeletal warriors who had been fighting on instinct suddenly froze at that moment.

The time has come.

"Lost Sun Xibalba!"

Kamazots managed to accumulate magical power first, unleashing his Noble Phantasm with the power to split mountains and cleave everything in two.

It tore apart Yaya Uki's space, and in the next moment, it will also sever the unified god in the trajectory of the scythe.

“‘Mother Earth’s Dinner’ (Nammu Duranki)”.

Morgan and Shiomi, without prior agreement, revealed the true name of the Noble Phantasm.

The massive guillotine began to disintegrate uncontrollably before severing the body of the One God Morgan.

The bats of death that formed the scythe turned into smoke and dust in the light.

"Ah...that's..."

It wasn't that the attack failed to reach them, nor that they lacked the strength.

Instead, in this underworld permeated with the concept of death, the power of life surged forth like a torrent, spreading throughout the entire territory of Yayaukki.

Even the god of death could not stop or disperse this torrent.

Spring returns to all things, and life begins to flourish.

Kamazot was stunned and stood there, forgetting why he had decided to seize this power in the first place.

What he saw before him was the long-cherished wish that he could never fulfill.

Chapter Seventy-Nine: Forgetting

What is the cruelest thing for someone who has lost everything and doesn't even remember their past?

How can I make that person remember everything from the past?

That may be cruel, but what's even crueler is having what you once lost brought back to your face.

"what happened?"

Kamazozz knew very well that his attack had not killed the target, and that the One God was still alive.

The problem was that while his Noble Phantasm, "Unholy Sun Wheel Executioner's Scythe," was attacking, Shiomi and Morgan used "Mother Earth's Dinner" to counter it.

Kamazotz couldn't determine which side's Noble Phantasm was superior.

His thinking began to become sluggish, and he could no longer comprehend the scene unfolding before him.

In the fourth underworld, Yayaukki, which is filled with death, he saw a scene that did not belong to this place.

Kamazot has survived to this day by forgetting everything about himself and giving himself nothing.

Because if we don't do this, we can't survive.

As long as he remembers it, as long as he wants something, he will repeatedly recall that hell.

ORT awakens, the hell of Kahn's demise.

Even more cruel is that he has forgotten that the people who evolved from mammals into humans over 10 years, creating the Kingdom of Kahn, once lived happily in that prosperous country, under the rule of their king.

At this very moment, these long-forgotten people stand on the bright spring earth, gazing at their king with warm and respectful eyes.

Kahn's last king, Kamazozz.

"No...no...it's all an illusion." Having reverted to human form, Kamazotz clutched his head, a look of utter agony on his face. "That Tescatlipoca guy said...the Fairy Queen Morgan's 'Garden of Disappointment'—"

"That's not true."

Shiomi spoke slowly, denying Kamazozz's guess.

Shiomi, having relinquished her unified god form, stepped forward from behind and stood beside Kamazot, gazing together at the underworld shrouded in light, which had transformed into a dreamlike utopia.

"That's far too careless. Even if you're a god, coming this close without attacking means certain death is all that awaits you." Kamazot clenched his fist.

If he wanted, his claws could tear Shio's body apart.

"I'm ready to fight anytime you want, but... are you really going to end this one-time miracle like this?" Shio asked. "Why did you agree to Tescatlipoca's conditions? Why did you take away my power? And why did you disregard the facts and try to use that power to revive Kahn's warriors?"

"..."

Kamazot's claws, about to strike, paused at Shiomi's question.

“What you’ve forgotten, what you’ve been searching for. Over and over again.” Shiomi continued to gaze at what Kamazot refused to look at, “repeated for six million years…”

"I told you so, don't act like you know everything—"

“I don’t understand.” tide Jian slowly retreated to the side. “Some things can only be understood by those who have experienced them firsthand. What I just said was nothing but nonsense. If you have no desire to stay, then just shatter all of this before you.”

"Don't think I can't do it, it's just a mere illusion..."

Kamazot was about to transform into his giant bat form again, but he was once again bound by hesitation after glancing inadvertently at those who had died 600 million years ago.

Things that should have been forgotten are now coming back to mind.

Millions of people faced with genocide wept tears of sorrow and tears of joy.

Crying, in a daze.

Parents and children who cried out, "I don't want you to die," before throwing themselves into the furnace.

The warriors, smiling, said "Please save us" as they threw themselves into the furnace.

At the bottom of the furnace, as a piece of meat without hands and feet, Kamazotz has always witnessed this scene.

At that time, Kamazot was unable to feel anything, only a thought like, "Yes, am I dead?"

It's not that Kamazots is heartless or cruel.

Rather, when Kahn reached the point where all his people had to be sacrificed, he went mad after witnessing the first people jump down.

Without this, we cannot bear the enormous sacrifices; without this, we cannot shoulder the power offered by the people.

Otherwise... we cannot defeat the ORT and repay the sacrifices of all our people.

Even so, even if we defeat the ORT, what's the point?

The people who could cheer for the king's triumphant return are no longer here.

The object that would allow the king to declare that he had obeyed the will of the people and overcome annihilation was no longer there.

Having sacrificed everything, to whom can one express gratitude for the victory won?

Please don't say that...my king.

"You defeated that monster, ripped out its entrails, and threw its body deep into the mantle."

"Our deaths will have meaning."

We have no regrets about this outcome.

Those who stood in the light, those former subjects of Kahn, somehow found themselves surrounding Kamazotz.

They seemed to be telling a story, yet they also seemed to be saying nothing at all.

Because the answer was already etched in Kamazocs's mind.

But he forgot even those answers.