Otherwise, you can find another savior.

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It lingered for 600 million years, and hesitated for 600 million years.

He traveled back and forth in Miktland, searching for the people and people who were no longer in the Kingdom of Kahn.

Even forgetting was hindered, and Kamazot, forced to recall everything, spoke softly:

"Warriors, citizens. Am I a king for whom you would give your lives? Is this a country for which you would give your lives? If so... if so!!!"

An immense amount of magic surged within Kamazozz.

He still had enough energy left to fight.

Kamazots stood up, unconsciously trying to prevent the spreading magic from destroying everything in front of him.

On the other side of the sea of ​​people, Shiomi Tenkei stood there.

He did not become the unified God, but simply stood there alone, confronting him from afar.

that's enough.

Whether it is the unified God or the original deity.

Kamazotz was only interested in this man from beginning to end.

Both are enemies who target the ORT and want to defeat it.

"You want to go to where the ORT is, you want to defeat it?" Kamazot grinned. "Then let me see what you're capable of, God of Pan-Human History!"

He gave up transforming into a bat-like beast, and did not even spread his wings and fly. He simply walked step by step through the crowd, avoiding disrupting these miracles that were only for this moment, based on his forgotten memories, and awakened by the power of the One God.

Standing less than ten meters away, Kamazotz gritted his teeth and glared angrily.

"As you wish, the last hero, the king of Cain."

As Shiomi responded, the two warriors charged at each other.

Chapter 80 Answers

There are no Noble Phantasms or magic; it's pure hand-to-hand combat.

Shiomi and Kamazotz attacked each other with their hands and feet like two primitive men. (The remaining text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the previous sentence.)

Morgan sat high up, silently watching over all of this.

It's not that I don't have weapons, nor that I've run out of magic and can't use magic.

Rather, at this point, more than an actual victory, the answer gained through this battle is what Shiomi wants.

After all, he simply couldn't accept that he had to sacrifice everything he had protected so far in order to defeat the ORT.

There must be other answers, there must be other solutions.

What he wanted to deny was not the actions of Kamazot and the people of the Kingdom of Kahn, but the fact that this was the only option.

Because we are not the same, because we come from different places.

The answers will certainly be different.

That's exactly what Kamazot was mocking.

They wanted to intervene, but had no way to do so.

Morgan could only witness this special battle as Shiomi's closest and dearest wife.

Witnessing her husband's determination.

Fortunately, the battle did not last long.

As the miracles awakened by the "Mother Earth's Dinner" gradually faded with time, the light of power dimmed, and darkness returned to the Fourth Underworld. The figures of those who offered their respect and comfort to their king also gradually disappeared.

Until finally only the skeletons standing there remained, gradually losing the strength to maintain their shape, and then they collapsed.

Their existence is what sustains Kamazot's inner strength.

After being forced to recall things that had been forgotten, it is the reason that sustains us from being tormented by the past and keeps us fighting on.

Having lost everything, I suddenly regained everything.

All I can do is respond as a king before this illusion vanishes.

But ultimately, he was fighting with all his might, and Kamazot had reached his limit.

The limits of the mind and spirit.

The final punch was much slower; before it could even be thrown, Shiomi's fist struck Kamazot's abdomen, causing the muscles to cave in deeply.

"Guha..."

Fresh blood spurted from Kamazotz's mouth.

“It is my victory, Kamazocz.”

“It seems that’s how it is…” Kamazocz clutched his injured abdomen, took a few steps back, collapsed to the ground, and breathed heavily with exhaustion.

"...It's been so long since I've had hand-to-hand combat, I'm exhausted..."

Shiomi was also a little exhausted for a moment, and knelt on the ground, staring at Kamazotz a few steps away.

"You have quite the twisted sense of humor, whether it's mourning the ruins of Kahn or giving life to the skeletal warriors..." Kamazot sneered in a low voice, "You're just as good as Tescatlipoca."

“I have no real grudge against you. Once the power is taken back, we'll be even,” tide Jian said. “What happened just now was at most a punishment for you.”

"Hehe... Ahahahaha... Punishment, huh?" Kamazot let out a series of laughs.

“You have already lost. The Fourth Underworld can no longer stop Chaldea’s advance,” Shiomi said. “We will go to the Ninth Floor where the ORT is located to stop Debit and Tescatlipoca from waking up the ORT and severing this Lostbelt.”

"So, this should be the last time we see each other?" Kamazot said dismissively.

His eyes were closed, and no one could tell what the man was thinking at that moment.

"It should be."

Shiomi stood up again, looked towards Morgan, and prepared to go through the Fourth Underworld with her first to set up a beacon for Storm Border on the ninth level.

“After seeing the future that Tescatlipoca showed me, I understood. I have no way to save Miktland,” Kamazozz suddenly said. “That’s why I want to replace you and become the last god of Pan-Human History, to protect Pan-Human History in my own way.”

"You clearly haven't seen the history of humankind; you only learned about our history from others?" Shio asked.

Kamazots sneered and told Shiomi, "Listen carefully, Chaldea's gods. Tescatlipoca is a foolish god who is only interested in the present, while Kukulkan, who is hanging out with you, is a cold god who only looks to the future."

"Them?" Shio was taken aback.

“Neither of them is qualified to be the king of Miktland, nor do they have the value to tell the story of pan-human history. Only I, who treats humans as food and coexists with them, am qualified to be king... Of course, this is a topic of the past,” Kamazocz said.

"You just said that Kukulkan is a cold god who only focuses on the future. What exactly do you mean by that?"

“Can’t you see? To Kukulkan, Miktland is a world of constant destruction and rebirth,” Kamazot said. “Whether it’s Oselotte or Dinos, the destruction of either one is unimportant to her. Miktland will not be completely destroyed; it can be reborn again. She only needs to watch all of this, watch Miktland continue into the future.”

"I see." tide Jian wasn't surprised.

Rather, Kukulkan's attitude is very much in line with the position of a god.

Even if that's just one perspective.

Unlike Tescatlipok, and unlike Kukulkan, Shiomi values ​​the past, cherishes the present, and keeps a close eye on the future.

Since none of them are interested in the destruction of this world, Shiomi and her companions will try to protect this underground world and watch it quietly move towards its eternal slumber and end.

"If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

tide Jian turned around, tending to her wounds as she jumped onto the hill where Morgan was, and took the outstretched hand she was holding.

"Get out of here as soon as possible. Chaldea or whatever, go ahead and do whatever you want. But if you come back to bother me again, things won't be so simple."

Kamazotz seemed impatient and gave them the order to leave.

tide Jian smiled silently. He took Morgan's hand and walked towards the other side of the mountain cave. The exit was over there, and the wind flowing through the mountain indicated the direction.

"Have you found the answer?" Morgan asked.

"How was it? It felt so-so," Shiomi sighed. "But I understand Kamazozz's regret and the price of having to lose his rationality."

“If it really is an insurmountable obstacle, then we will…” Morgan squeezed his hand.

“I understand.” tide Jian nodded. “Without you, there’s no need for me to continue living. There are uses for a life that can’t die.”

“There’s no need to go that far. It’s too early to despair,” Morgan said with a smile, encouraging him.

"After everything you've been through, you're still so hopeful," Shiomi said softly, her voice full of comfort.

"We are the saviors! If we give up so easily, how can we save the world?"

You're right.

Shiomi took her hand and walked towards the deepest part of Miktland.

Chapter 81 Will

The ninth level of Miktland is the ruins of the city known as Karakmur.

Tescatlipoca and his group, who arrived earlier, are currently fighting their enemies.

Or rather, their progress has been hampered, preventing them from taking any further steps.

"Really? You took them all down without killing a single Oserot?" Tescatlipoca exclaimed with great interest. "What's this all about, 'Alien God'?"

They were fighting against none other than themselves.

It was the "Alien God" who was the enemy.

U-Olga Marie is both an enemy of Chaldea and an enemy of the Hidden Ones. She originally invaded this Lostbelt intending to merge with the sleeping ORT.

“I have no obligation to answer you,” U-Olgamarie said, slightly out of breath.

To her, these Oserot warriors were not enemies at all.

If her only purpose was to enter the depths of the ninth level, the place where the ORT slumbered, she only needed to wave her hand, and the resulting gravity field would be enough to annihilate the last few hundred Oserot warriors, along with Iskali who led them.

But U-Olgamarie did not do that.

"If you don't want to answer, then forget it. If you want to fight an absurd battle, then go ahead and do what you want." Tescatlipoca laughed indifferently.

He had already seen through the reason why U-Olgamari was so soft-hearted.

With the information previously provided by Debit, a reasonable answer can be easily derived.

“I will deal with this alien god of unknown origin. Brother, please take Debit and Iscari inside first,” Tralock said.

“I was just about to say that,” Tescatlipoca maintained his cruel smile. “But it’s about time you revealed your true form, Hummingbird? This is the place that summoned you, in Aztland, the place known as the beginning of human history.”

After glancing at Tralock, Smoke Mirror turned its gaze to U-Olga Marie, who appeared unharmed but still radiated powerful magic.

"This guy isn't someone you can defeat just by hiding your name. Although he can't unleash his full power right now, he's not much weaker than the Unity God. You can probably put down your godly work that you use for slacking off now." He continued, "You've always become stronger when you fight for humanity, haven't you?"

“I understand.” Tralock wanted to argue, but the current situation left her no choice but to accept the outcome.

Having fought against the One God twice, Traloc already understood that even among gods, differences still existed.

Even the One God, whom Tescatlipoca found troublesome, couldn't completely defeat U-Olgamari.

and so--

"If you win, then it's up to you. Whether you retreat or go back to Mexico City is your choice."

After seemingly considerately giving this final instruction, Tescatlipoca turned around and, with Iscari in tow, followed Debit, who had already climbed the steps.

"Wait a moment."

Seeing them leave, U-Olgamarie planned to teleport to catch up, but Tralock interrupted her first.

This greatly surprised her. Even a divine follower could hinder her to this extent, which was quite remarkable.

“I told you, I wouldn’t let you pass.” Tralock stared at U-Olga Marie.

Her whip was caught by the other party, and she couldn't pull it back for a moment.

"...Is it the advantage of location?" U-Olgamarie realized the problem.

Tescatlipoca wasn't just spouting nonsense. Traloc had a good affinity with this place, and the defensive concepts overflowing from her Servant's Spirit Origin were already approaching those of a true god.

Although the attack power is still not enough, the defense has been improved to the point that U-Olga Marie can no longer hold back. In order to catch up with Tescatlipoca and the others and stop them from reaching the location of ORT in Chaldea before that person, they must kill Traloc.

Or rather... there is another divine servant with a true name.

His true identity was concealed by using the real names of the two deities, Traloc and Vizilopochtli.

“Step back. I don’t want to kill anyone anymore, whether it’s Dinos, Oselotte, Tescatlipoca, or the Hidden Ones.” U-Olgamari gritted her teeth, trying to repel the obstacle in front of her. “I don’t want to touch the blood of gods or the blood of men.”

At the very least, she hoped that when she saw that person for the last time, there would be no unnecessary blood on her hands.