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Thoughts that shouldn't be there belong to the fragile emotions of humankind.

These things grew one after another, climbing all over U-Olgamarie's thoughts like vines.

She had nowhere to go and no desire to complete a false mission.

As a created being, as an entity that occupies the body of a stranger, and even a fabricated personality.

If there's anything else she can do, it's probably... just this one last thing.

“That’s a really weak statement. If your so-called enlightenment is only this much, then I’ll just have to ask you to die here. I can’t let you hinder my brother… no, I mean hinder the god Tescatlipoca.”

As he said these words, Traloc's spirit origin changed, and his true name, which had been hidden, was revealed.

"My true name is Tenochtitlan, the heart of the Aztec Empire, the embodiment of the City of Water and Flowers. What follows is a real battle; if you don't want to die, retreat now!"

Tenochtitlan raised his voice, and the output of magic followed. U-Olgamari's hand holding the whip was also shaken away, and the two sides were separated by a little distance.

"Why...why can't I ever get what I want to do..."

U-Olga Marie muttered to herself, her head bowed, her features obscured by the shadows of her bangs, making it impossible to discern her expression.

But judging from the abnormal gravity around her and the massive magical reaction, there was no doubt that she was serious.

The longer you spend here, the more troublesome it becomes.

Although it's unclear how Debit and Tescatlipoca intend to use ORT, they must be stopped to buy time for that person.

After that... I'll just disappear along with this Lostbelt.

Having mentally rehearsed the ending countless times, U-Olgamarie was mentally prepared.

"It's merely the revelation of your true name and original spirit origin. I'm not even afraid of the seven Grand Knights, so why would I be afraid of a mere divine servant like you!"

"Offer crimson blood to the rain god; offer a fiery heart to the war god."

Tenochtitlan brandished his long whip, his magic turning the underground city ruins upside down.

The mythical war of Miktland erupted here.

Chapter 82 Underground Temple

On the other side, after passing through the Fourth Underworld, Shiomi and Morgan guided Storm Border and their companions along the way, using even the signposts, as they moved towards the cave under the withered Imaginary Tree.

"Tsk...what is that thing..."

Shio closed the stone door and set up a barrier that only her family could open.

“The seed of the dream tree,” Morgan said.

"Is that so?" Shio was taken aback.

"ORT has become one with the Imaginary Tree. The so-called withered Imaginary Tree is just the outer shell; the essential part still exists. During its slumber, ORT served as the foundation of the Imaginary Tree, growing continuously for millions of years, and now it has reached the point where it can produce tree seeds."

Morgan walked ahead, observing the environment of the underground temple as she stated her judgments and assumptions.

"So even though those seeds can't take root and sprout, they will stay here and protect their source?"

Shiomi recalled the numerous seeds floating outside the Imaginary Tree.

It has no clear will, only immense magical power and a fighting style that resembles an automatic defense system.

Although the two cleared away all the seeds along the way, they also wasted a lot of time.

“That’s about right,” Morgan said. “My husband, look at these murals… they seem to depict the history of the Kingdom of Kahn.”

“It matches Archetype’s account pretty much,” Shiomi sighed as she looked at the murals. “It’s a pity I’m not in the mood to examine them closely right now. Otherwise—”

“Otherwise, it could have been a great archaeological trip,” Morgan laughed. “I remember the year after the Fourth Holy Grail War, you took your family to see the Mayan and Aztec ruins.”

“Yeah, I thought I was the only one interested.” Shiomi said with her hands behind her back, “but it turns out it’s not just you, Sakura and Karen are interested too.”

“I’ve always been very curious.” Morgan tilted her head and looked back at Shiomi above the steps. “They were young then, so they must have been very curious too.”

"People who aren't family don't enter the same door." tide Jian laughed.

Morgan intentionally brought up some past events to help Shiomi relax.

She could sense that the closer Shiomi got to the location of ORT, the more serious she became involuntarily.

The Kamazot incident had a significant impact on him.

If things hadn't come to this, Morgan had no doubt that Shiomi would have risked everything again to find a way to solve the ORT problem on her own.

Just like the solution to the problems of Kornunus and Chaos.

"Try to calm down a bit, don't get stuck on this alone," Morgan gently reminded him.

“After all, the ORT is so close, I want to work with you to make sure it isn’t awakened first,” Shiomi said. “The problem is, the Imaginary Tree and the ORT are already fused together, so cutting off the Lostbelt means we have to completely destroy the ORT…”

“There’s always a way.” Morgan’s eyes gleamed with trust. “After all, they’re just sitting there like sitting ducks; it’s not impossible to wear them down little by little—”

Just as Morgan proposed a solution, the entire underground temple began to shake violently.

Caught off guard, Morgan lost her balance due to her slender heels and tilted towards the side of the steps without railings, about to fall into the bottomless abyss.

Morgan!

Shio rushed forward, grabbed Morgan, and charged down the steps.

Before falling to the ground, they transformed into a unified god, allowing them to land safely.

“That’s making a mountain out of a molehill…” Morgan said.

"This magical reaction is too huge, and I can sense that on one side is U-Olga Marie, and on the other side is... that Tralock? But her spirit origin reaction is a bit too high."

"So, in the end, my husband's momentary soft-heartedness turned into a self-inflicted blunder?" Morgan asked with concern.

"Maybe..." tide Jian remained noncommittal.

Clearly, he was somewhat caught off guard by this situation.

Whether U-Olgamari and Tescatlipoca's group fought for the ORT or for some other reason remains unknown.

"Stop thinking about things that aren't there, just go down and see for yourself."

Morgan tiptoed and leaped off the high platform of the temple, flying deeper into the temple.

After navigating a complex, circular staircase, the One God swiftly traversed the upper levels of the temple.

As they ventured deeper into the underground world, they saw magma flowing like rivers between the rocks.

"It seems we were a step too late; the battle is already over."

The One God descended outside the temple at the very bottom, and Morgan dissolved the union.

Morgan said this as they looked at the nearly collapsed temple and the dilapidated steps.

“That figure is—” Shiomi recognized the female servant buried under the bricks, with only half of her body exposed.

Tenochtitlan.

Her physical form has changed, and so has her spiritual foundation.

Shiomi didn't know the other person's real name, but she was certain that her real name was no longer Tralock or Vizilo Pochettino.

“They came really fast… no, slow.” Tenochtitlan, covered in wounds, looked at the two helplessly. “It seems that even if I hold on a little longer, it will be of no use.”

Her body was stained red with blood, her spiritual foundation was almost shattered, and her retreat was unstoppable.

"Was it U-Olga Marie who did it?" Shiomi asked.

“...Who else could it be but that guy?” Tenochtitlan muttered.

Morgan pondered, "So she really decided to stick to the original plan after all?"

“That’s probably not the case.” Tenochtitlan didn’t know why, but he felt he should tell the two of them something they didn’t know: “She only wanted to hinder the God Tescatlipoca, to hinder the Hidden Ones’ plans…it seems to be for someone.”

tide Jian was startled by what she heard and fell silent.

"Is that all?" Morgan asked skeptically.

But Tenochtitlan didn't want to continue. Instead, he lowered his eyes, somewhat frustrated yet satisfied, and quietly waited for his spirit origin to dissipate.

"If U-Olgamarie had won, she should be—"

Before Morgan could finish her analysis, tide Jian grabbed her hand, put her arm around her waist, and jumped up, landing in front of the collapsed gate of the temple, which was just big enough for two people to file in.

To leave a way for her companions, Shiomi somewhat roughly used her powers to restore the structure of the gate and pulled Morgan along as they sped inside.

Explosions and powerful magical reactions from U-Olga Marie were emanating from the depths of the temple.

What exactly is she trying to do? What is she thinking...?

A journey that would take several minutes to cover by running at full speed was completed smoothly in just half a minute by the swift movement of the One God.

Deep underground, illuminated by the glow of lava, U-Olga Marie is engaged in battle.

Her opponents were Iskali and Tescatlipoka.

Chapter 83 Omens

Unlike his usual modern style, Tescatlipoca was different.

The South American god, a symbol of the fickle winds and also known as the Smoke Mirror, has changed his appearance.

Clad in gray armor, one of his legs is entirely made of obsidian, just like the legend in mythology where he had his right leg bitten off and then made a new one out of obsidian.

At this moment, he is fighting alongside Iscari against U-Olgamari.

According to tradition, the war in Tescatlipoca is sacred, a battle belonging only to this supreme god, and no one is allowed to interfere.

But this time he actually allowed Iscari to participate.

Their battle with U-Olgamari is currently at a stalemate.

This was illogical, and Shiomi and Morgan noticed the unusual nature of the battle.

The problem lies with U-Olgamari; her fighting spirit is very weak, or rather, she is barely holding on while facing Tescatlipoca and Iscari.

On one side, they are empowered by the Command Seals and fight as the supreme god; on the other side, they are the creations of the gods.

Iskali is an Oserot created by Tescatlipoca using his internal organs, and has a completely different existence from other Oserots.

He is a messenger of God, an incarnation of God.

By fighting alongside their creator, Tescatlipoca, Iskali's fighting prowess can be maximized.

When facing an opponent with a strong fighting spirit, the weaker party, even if they have enough strength to overwhelm the opponent, will not be able to unleash their full power.

“…U-Olga Marie, who exactly are you…”

Shio was still somewhat taken aback by the sight before her.

Speculation is speculation, but when speculation becomes fact, the answer becomes obvious.

“We’ll go too—” Morgan took a step forward, ready to jump into the battlefield.

But someone stood in their way.

Debit Zem Void.

“Get out of our way.” Morgan frowned. “Kirshtalia has already reported that since you’re willing to cooperate with us, don’t waste your life here.”

“I did say that cooperation was possible, but that wasn’t the whole truth,” Debit said. “It wasn’t just because of the test by Tescatlipoca, but also because from the beginning, I infiltrated Chaldea with the goal of destroying Pan-Human History.”

"Because of Marisbury's plan?" Shiomi's voice rang out.

Debit did not deny it: "That's right. Even if the teacher said he had the same plan, that's still a matter for later. I can't believe that your power can go against human reason."

"What?" Shio and Morgan were both taken aback.

“I’m sorry, there’s no time left. I might only have one minute left today,” Debit said. “U-Olga Marie delivered herself to my door, which saved me a lot of trouble. Fortunately, you, teacher, have already broken her will. With Tescatlipoca and Iscari alone, we can achieve our goal for now.”

"What do you plan to do to her?" Morgan asked on behalf of Shiomi.

Debit did not continue to answer. Instead, a nebula-like space appeared behind him, from which unidentified beings constantly emerged.

Each of them exudes magical power comparable to that of a Servant, yet it is also extremely unusual.

“Life from outer space…” Shiomi exclaimed in amazement, “Are the terminals on these dark stars the result of the ‘relics of angels’?”

Even radio waves from a distance that would take light 140 billion years to reach this planet were able to make contact with Debit.

tide Jian was somewhat curious about what that was.

However, those are ultimately minor details, and may not truly endanger this world until the end of humanity and the planet.

Like rocks containing radioactive elements, they are unlikely to cause harm unless actively contacted.