Otherwise, you can find another savior.

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"The good news is that the ORTs in this Lostbelt are a much weaker subspecies than those in the Pan-Human History... As for exactly how much weaker, that depends on your abilities."

With that, Tescatlipoca launched a frenzied attack, thrusting his short spear hundreds of times in a single instant.

The situation has not only reached saturation, but has even expanded to the point where it could collapse at any moment.

But Tescatlipoca used his power to halt the collapse, making the relentless attack a definite fact.

"Oboro-Issen!"

Morgan's eyes followed Shiomi's guidance, clearly capturing the most crucial strike among the hundreds of attacks. He then decisively and swiftly swung his gun, the sharp blade instantly severing the oversaturated scene before him.

The situation collapsed, and the two sides drifted apart once again.

"Water (Atl), rain (Quiahuitl), wind (Ehecatl). Shall we turn back, return to the source of life? — Descend! Mirror Mictlanpa!"

The surrounding environment changed again, and the laws of physics began to gradually tilt in Tescatlipoca's favor.

This is precisely his Anti-World Noble Phantasm.

Once activated, it can control the physical laws under the influence of the Noble Phantasm, even though it will also be affected by these new laws.

But few enemies are able to adapt to this new set of rules.

In the First Sun Age, when the giants, whose everything had been destroyed, once strode proudly, only the Underworld retained traces of that time. Reclaiming its former power and appearing on the surface meant that the Underworld would inevitably also appear on the surface.

"Established rules are meant to be broken."

Morgan planted his gun in the ground, preparing to awaken the power of chaos, and distorted the smoke mirror in an attempt to cover the laws of the existing environment.

What follows is a complete power struggle; whoever rules the laws here will be the victor.

The premise is that there are no third-party factors interfering.

Unfortunately, before that, U-Olgamari's heart was thrown into the depths of the ORT's slumbering pit.

After making contact with the heart of the alien god, ORT finally awoke from its long slumber and began a new round of activities.

An activity launched to destroy the planet.

The mantle began to loosen and collapse.

A colossal life form was rapidly emerging from the earth. The mantle, so hard that even the gods found it troublesome, was merely a stream of water to the ORT, which could easily part and climb up from the ground.

On the rocks where he had briefly lost weight, Tescatlipoca clicked his tongue in amazement.

"Three minutes is still too short; we've only just begun to get to the point."

Chapter 86 ORT (2)

As the heart's signals disappeared, the body could no longer sense the existence of its organs and began to regenerate on its own. U-Olgamarie finally regained her senses from the weakness of losing her heart.

Exhausted, she opened her eyes to a scene that left her utterly bewildered and unable to function properly.

I am lying in the arms of another "self".

“You are…” U stared at Olga Marie in disbelief.

“…Are you awake? This is the deck of Storm Border.” Olga Marie looked at her. “I don’t know what to call you, so I’ll just call you U. You can call me… Asmirette.”

“Olgamaria Asmirette Animusfia…”

A name suddenly popped into U's mind, and he felt an unprecedented mental shock.

The incomplete information, presented in fragments, contained an overwhelming amount of data.

This puts the thought process in a very difficult situation.

She pulled away from Olga Marie's embrace and tried to stand up but couldn't.

“I say… you’d better not move around too much…” Olga Marie advised helplessly, “at least wait until the teacher comes back—”

"Teacher..." U exclaimed in surprise, "Where is that person?"

“We’re still underground. We need to settle things with Tescatlipoca,” Kirshtalia, who was helping to look after them, said at this moment. “The others are already preparing for battle.”

Only members of Group A and Debit, who had just volunteered to become a prisoner, were on the deck.

“They’re out,” Debit suddenly said.

Everyone looked toward the withered Imaginary Tree.

The temple beneath the tree roots collapsed with a roar, and Storm Border climbed even higher, trying to get as far away from the ground as possible.

A very urgent announcement came through the communicator:

"Maximum alarm from the computer room! Gravitational fluctuations detected in the lowest level of Miktland! They've exceeded the range of the measuring instruments! It's estimated that the Spirit Origin scale is increasing from satellite-scale to star-scale! At the same time, it's confirmed that another shift in the laws of physics is occurring in the lowest level towards the ground! Spacetime transcription speed... -3.6 seconds!"

Chaldea also observed when Tescat Riboka activated her Noble Phantasm.

But that was caused by a divine artifact, which is within an acceptable range.

But this time, even the consequences of Tescat Riboka's Noble Phantasm were further altered.

"...empty...imaginary tree..."

All that could be heard was U struggling to get up and uttering a word.

“I’ve already seen it.” Kirshtalia gripped her scepter tightly. “You’ve truly awakened a terrible monster, Debit. As an accomplice who once supported your plan, I’m prepared to fight to the death. What about you?”

“I don’t care,” Debit said calmly. “If you want to fight, I’ll be happy to oblige. But… don’t expect my special abilities to defeat ORT.”

That characteristic of having one's own strength fluctuate depending on the strength of the opponent makes it virtually impossible to exert one's full strength when facing an opponent of extraordinary power.

The golden forest across Midland is turning into a fantastical forest. After the ORT awakens, it is rapidly eroding Midland's environment, transforming this area into its own territory.

After ORT absorbed the Imaginary Tree of this Lostbelt, its Reality Marble changed into a form completely different from that of the Pan-Human History ORT.

Transform Earth's plants into "imaginary trees," creating a suitable living environment for themselves.

The ORTs of Miktland are such aggressive creatures.

This is no longer the Golden Tree Sea, but the Imaginary Tree Sea, ORT○

At that moment, a beam of light pierced through the underground temple and soared into the sky.

The next second, an even bigger explosion occurred from underground.

ORT has emerged from the ground and is constantly extending and lengthening its tentacles in pursuit of the previous light.

Or rather, the One God Morgan who is retreating.

"That's enough... I'd better stop now!"

Morgan was slightly annoyed. She turned around and waved her hand, trying to bombard the tentacles that were chasing after her.

However, these tentacles were harder than expected, and Morgan's underestimation prevented the magic spear from delivering enough force to cause effective damage.

This attack not only failed to repel the pursuit, but also slowed him down by half a second.

ORT's corrosive tentacles are already close at hand.

As a unified god, magical reactions, captured by the predatory instincts of the ORT, are undoubtedly the most suitable food.

The first meal after waking up should naturally be something good.

Due to the great distance and the high speed, Storm Border was unable to provide any assistance.

With the spiritual veins blocked and the weapon fully loaded, the bombardment range and bombardment power cannot be achieved simultaneously.

The Holy Lance barrage, upgraded to its maximum scale, severed most of the tentacles, but still failed to completely stop the remaining ones.

A close call.

"teacher!"

Olga Marie cried out in concern.

"Use your arms as bait to escape from their encirclement—"

Just as Shiomi was reminding Morgan to sacrifice pawns to save the king, two green beams of light flew out from the side and directly severed the remaining tentacles.

This bought precious time for the One God to retreat, allowing Morgan to create distance and prevent the ORT from continuing to prey in this way. Instead, Morgan strengthened his own power, carrying the Imaginary Tree Seed, and moved towards the upper levels of Miktland.

"Thank you for your help, Kukulkan." Morgan stopped high in the air and thanked Kukulkan beside him.

But Kukulkan wasn't happy about it. Looking at her trembling fingers, she thought, "This feeling... Am I... not a representative of Miktlan...?"

“I once told a knight, ‘It doesn’t matter whose child you are, it’s more important who you are,’” Shiomi said. “The same goes for you.”

"What?" Kukulkan was taken aback.

"To be frank, as a companion of Dinos, as the guardian of Miktland, and as a partner of this planet, you have indeed done many things according to your own will, and have existed to this day. This has nothing to do with your origins; it is something that belongs to you," Morgan said. "As a fairy from the Inner Sea of ​​Stars, I can understand this."

"..."

“We don’t want to ask you to fight or ask you to do anything for us,” Shiomi’s voice rang out. “What follows is our ‘designation,’ the 'designation' of New Chaldea.”

“If you are a god who looks to the future,” Morgan said softly, “then please witness the end of this battle, and sing of our great war with the ORT to future generations, to all life that will visit Miktland and this planet afterward.”

Having said this, One God Morgan turned toward the Storm Border, descended rapidly, and finally landed on the deck.

"Teacher! Ms. Morgan! Don't we need to dissolve the fusion?"

Olga Marie ran up to her with concern.

“There’s no time for that,” Morgan said. “Tescatlipoca held off the first wave, ensuring we could get out. Next—”

"We must stop ORT's advance and prevent him from reaching the surface through Miktland!"

Shiomi's voice echoed in the wind, reaching the ears of everyone in Storm Border.

Chapter 87 The Battle of the Imaginary Tree Sea (1)

As a former savior, Morgan, who has undergone thousands of years of pilgrimage,

Her words, even just spoken, carried an inspiring power, giving the Chaldea group, who were anxiously preparing for the unknown final battle, an invisible encouragement that calmed them down considerably.

Even so, questions still remain.

"Can that thing really be stopped?" Olga Marie stood on the deck, watching the moving ORT.

A life form beyond comprehension, an absolute predator.

Just one glance is enough to awaken the instinctual fear of death ingrained in human genes.

And it wasn't a normal death.

Based on the Clock Tower's exploration of the South American forests hundreds of years ago, whether turning into crystal was an easy way to die was something neither Olga Marie nor anyone else wanted to imagine.

"Relying solely on the strength of our ship is rather insufficient," Morgan said, staring at the ORT's trajectory before asking the bridge, "Have you calculated how much time it will take for the ORT to break through Miktland?"

"At the current speed, without any obstacles, the ORT will cross Mictland and reach the surface in 20 hours," Romani reported Trismegistes' calculations. "However, Miss Sion just told us some good news."

"The four Netherworld Lines are the free zones that allow Heroic Spirits from the pan-human history to respond to summons. If we utilize the Chaldea Summoning System and use StormBorder's three deuterium core engines to provide auxiliary magical support to each Master, it is also possible to achieve large-scale operations by a large army of Servants," Sion then reported this fact.

“Summoning Servants for a large-scale operation.” Olga Marie turned around and glanced at the members of Group A. “It’s like a rematch of the battle at the Temple of Time.”

"Plus, Scáthach and Skadi are providing fire support by manipulating the veil-sealing weapons." Morgan smiled. "That's good news, but limiting the battlefield to the four Netherworld lines would be too passive."

"What do you mean?" Ophelia couldn't help but ask.

However, Morgan did not answer; he flew off the deck and stopped in the path of the ORT.

Behind Chaldea lies the Fourth Underworld, Ayaouki.

"Like raindrops piling up, like dust accumulating; like snowflakes melting, like lies vanishing. This is hope shelved, this is sin buried by time. This is our homeland, etched in our distant memories."

Morgan chanted the incantation softly.

Intertwined with Shiomi's voice, it was like a ballad without melody.

This is the incantation required for Shiomi's Reality Marble to be activated.

With his ascension to godhood, and together with Morgan becoming a unified god, the precision and concept of his inherent barrier have far surpassed the level used in the past.

It no longer pulls the ORT into the Realm of Enchanted Space.

Instead, it allows the Reality Marble to erode the real world, opposing the Reality Marble of the ORT, and opening up a realm in Miktland permitted by the One God.

"A new Realm Barrier has been detected expanding over a large area! This is—" The report sounded again from the bridge.

“Eternal Orkney, Kaicheng.”

Two voices rang out at the same time.

Within a minute, the entire territory of Miktland, which had been eroded by the ORT, was once again covered in a new color.

A pure white snowfield, a forgotten land of sorrow.