Otherwise, you can find another savior.

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U's body began to transform into spiritual particles. Following this trend, the former alien god would transform into pure magic at this moment.

“What is this…” Olga Marie was stunned.

“The magic power needed to load that main weapon that imitates the Holy Sword.” U calmly looked at the hand she was holding. “Convert all of my magic power and fill it into the weapon so that I can immediately launch the second attack.”

“That’s not my problem.” Olga Marie frowned deeply. “You’re committing suicide… Didn’t your teacher say that he has something to say to you after the ORT battle is over?”

"If we fail to seize this last opportunity to completely destroy the ORT's core," U said calmly and arrogantly, "there will be no more afterward."

Olga Marie was speechless.

“I don’t know the specific structure of your Holy Sword weapon, but if it’s you, you should be able to use the magic I converted well,” U said. “I’m sorry, I wanted to return your body to you, but unfortunately it’s too late.”

“That kind of thing is fine no matter what…” Olga Marie couldn’t say anything more.

She couldn't stop U-Olga Marie's disappearance.

"Can you please stop being so downcast? It's getting on my nerves," U-Olgamarie said unhappily. "I finally managed to recognize you, but seeing the same face always looking so gloomy makes it impossible for me to travel in peace."

Just as she said, for the two of them now, each other is "another version of themselves".

Whether Olga Marie admits it or not, U has accepted this fact and regards her as the "real Olga Marie," the "true one."

“You’re right, this is Olga Marie’s once-in-a-lifetime mega-fireworks display, so it’s understandable to feel so down…” Olga Marie tried to cheer herself up and said.

U also revealed a slight smile; her body had faded to the point that only a faint afterimage remained.

The magic conversion is about to be completed.

As an "alien god," both his will and body will completely disappear.

"Oh, right, there's one last thing I feel I need to clarify." U stared intently at Olga Marie, "You like that person, don't you? The man you call 'teacher'?"

"Ah."

"So... does he love you? Does he love 'Olgamari Azmirette Animusfia'?"

"of course."

It wasn't unexpected, but it was a question that had to be answered directly.

Olga Marie was grateful that she could stand tall and tell the answer to "another version of herself".

"Is that so... That's good. I'll leave the rest to you, 'the other me'."

Words of relief and reassurance came from U-Olga Marie.

From initial irreconcilable enemies to beings who could no longer be adversaries, and now, without even a moment to say goodbye, they chose to sacrifice everything for the sake of their former enemy's victory.

The body, spirit, and soul of the "Alien God" transformed into pure magic and converged in Olga Marie's hands.

That was far too much magic power for a human magician.

Olga Marie knew that she could control it, but only for this moment.

"Romani! Immediately switch the magic connection of the Holy Sword Armor to the deck!"

Time has returned to normal, and every second is extremely important.

"Yes!"

Romani was unaware of what had happened, as were the others.

They only saw that time outside Storm Border had temporarily come to a standstill.

But having fought all this way, everyone can trust Olga Marie's judgment.

I also believe that now is the best opportunity.

“This is all the magic provided by the ‘Alien God’,” Olga Marie said. “Give me the timing of the launch!”

Olga Marie channeled her magic into the Holy Sword Armor Base in Storm Border.

“Massive magical energy charge detected. Holy Sword Armament, ‘Theorem of Humanity: Proof of the Future,’ loading commences.” Nemo’s voice rang out. “Launch timing, now handed over to Director Olga Marie.”

The weight, so immense that it affected the whole body, almost made Olga Marie dizzy.

But she held on.

Olga Marie gritted her teeth, staring intently at ORT at the center of the battlefield vortex.

U-Olgamari's hyperphoton acceleration covered the entire Storm Border, pulling the warships into different time flows.

At this moment, Storm Border exists in a different dimension for ORT.

This is the best chance to completely eliminate them.

"This is the last stand of humanity in New Chaldea!" Olga Marie waved her hand, aiming at the ORT's figures. "Holy Sword Armament, 'Theorem of Humanity: Proof of the Future,' fire—!"

No less powerful than the first attack, the Holy Sword Armament once again unleashed its power from the bow of Storm Border.

A sharp golden light pierced through space and traversed time, heading straight for ORT.

Even though ORT caught up with Chaldea, which was in a state of superphoton acceleration, at the fastest speed, it was too late.

The power of the Holy Sword Armor struck the core of the ORT precisely.

A massive magical reaction began to occur within the ORT, emitting increasingly unstable magical fluctuations.

"A rapid expansion of magical energy has been observed inside the ORT... This is speculated to be an explosion of similar nature to a supernova! Everyone, take precautions to protect yourselves!"

Romani's tense voice had barely rang out when the explosion engulfed the entire fifth level of Miktland. The massive shockwave spread to both sides of Miktland, also affecting the fourth and sixth levels.

In the extremely dangerous blast, Storm Border was like a small boat tossed about in a storm, and it had to use all its strength just to maintain its balance and keep the protective barrier stable.

All radars have malfunctioned, and the situation on the battlefield is temporarily unobservable.

The dazzling light blinded everyone, forcing them to lie prone on the deck to ensure they wouldn't fall.

Fortunately, the protective barrier itself has this function.

The storm lasted for an unknown period of time before it gradually showed signs of subsiding.

The ship gradually stabilized.

Olga Marie barely opened her eyes and saw a sky as magnificent as a cosmic nebula.

"teacher!"

"Mother!"

The next second, she heard everyone exclaim in surprise.

Amidst gasps of surprise, Shiomi and Morgan, having broken free of their fusion, were pushed back to Storm Border by the aftershocks.

Group A caught Shiomi, while Sakura and Bawan caught Morgan.

"I'm fine..."

tide Jian raised her hand and tried to calmly inform him that everything was alright.

“Don’t worry.” Morgan simply knelt on the ground as well.

Just as everyone was about to breathe a sigh of relief, an ominous chill swept over them.

Morgan and Shiomi looked up at the same time.

Chapter Ninety-Six: The Imaginary Battle in the Sea of ​​Trees (10)

“Summoning style? Who is it?” Shiomi blurted out.

“It wasn’t us.” Morgan looked around at everyone.

Trismegistes's broadcast then began:

"The abuse of mirrored human history, a summary of 3 million years of human history. Confirmed to the construction of hypothetical heroic spirits using these methods."

Biological classification: One Radiance Thing.

Grand Servant: Class, Foreigner.

ORT has been summoned.

That day, the quantum computing device mechanically delivered the results.

The sky displayed a spell similar to the Chaldea Summoning Circle.

That was something that ORT constructed while its main body was being destroyed, mimicking information from Chaldea.

"By constructing an imagined future, I'll be recognized as a Heroic Spirit... no, I've summoned myself from the Boundary Recording Belt?" Shiomi gritted her teeth and stood up. "This is never going to end..."

"However, it is currently just a Grand Servant that has forcibly manifested in the world. Even though its Spirit Origin is so large that it is immeasurable, it still has its limits."

Morgan made a effort to walk to Shiomi's side.

“It seems this is our final battle.” Shiomi grasped Gungnir and Longinus. “Unfortunately, we can no longer become a unified god for the time being.”

“I’m not so fragile that I have to hide inside my husband’s body.” Morgan raised the magic spear. “Besides, everyone has been waiting for a long time, only able to summon Servants and watch the battle against the ORT with their fingers bitten.”

"I'll lead the charge!"

Melusin could no longer tolerate it.

She took three steps at a time and rushed forward first, transforming into a half-dragon form and charging towards the ORT who had become a Grand Servant.

The meteor-fast Melusin collided with the ORT's body, but clashed with the solar storm it emitted, preventing it from getting any closer.

Behind her, the Valkyries took flight and hurled their guns at the ORT.

With the preemptive strike of Melusin and the Valkyries serving as the signal for war, the warriors who had been waiting on the deck for a long time, only able to shoulder the mission of summoning, rushed to the battlefield one after another to fight against the ORTs that were trying to land on Storm Border.

“The fire that God hates, the water of the gods.”

Shiomi throws Gungnir and Longinus, creating an opportunity for Melusin and Bagst to attack while the two guns are entangled in the ORT.

He raised his hands; his left hand was burning with flames, and his right hand produced a perfectly round water sphere.

Flames and water simultaneously engulfed the deck of Storm Border, surrounding the battlefield.

"The injuries...and the strength..."

Kadoc looked at his body in surprise.

Although his specialty is beast magic, his regular magic is not as powerful as others. However, under Shiomi's power protection, not only has his power increased, but he also no longer needs to worry about the erosion of the solar storm.

"My husband doesn't need you to sacrifice yourselves here. We've already come this far, and countless heroic spirits have paved the way for us." Morgan raised his wand, pointing it at the ORT. "Wouldn't it be a pity if we were stopped here?"

“As Your Excellency the Great Witch said,” Kirshtalia flicked her cloak, “the heavens do not turn… the earth does not move… the stars of great fortune, the guiding stars, the omens of a bountiful harvest… at this moment, all are lights illuminating the path ahead for Chaldea!”

At this moment, Kirshtalia was certain that he could perform at a level comparable to his performance in the Lostbelt.

Unlike before when he had completed celestial magic, now he, like his companions, was under the protection of a god.

Magic itself evolved from the miracles of the gods.

Now, it's merely a return to the beginning, a glimpse into a distant and mysterious corner.

“Still as formidable as ever, Kirshtalia,” Debit said softly, walking toward the ORT.

He constantly summons beings from 138 billion light-years away.

But these beings, which even the One God found troublesome, vanished into nothingness amidst the continuous solar storms of the ORT.

In the end, Debit had no choice but to take matters into his own hands and join the melee against the ORT.

In this way, ORT could not advance an inch, and the crowd would not retreat an inch.

The deck of Storm Border groaned in the impact of the battle, raising concerns that it might disintegrate in mid-air.

Skadi and Scáthach used all their strength to further strengthen the barrier protecting the warship.

There is only one problem for ORT: whether it is Melsin, the remnant of the last dragon, or Bagst, who is comparable to Aling of the Fang, or Valkyrie, created by the great god Odin, or Artoria, the goddess of the holy spear.

In short, no attack from any person could attract its attention or interfere with its actions.

ORT's fighting and behavior are very clear; it's Shiomi.

Even Morgan didn't pay much attention; he only knew how to defend against Morgan's attacks.

Its attacks and counterattacks were all aimed at Shiomi, and because of its wide-ranging attack methods, it affected the people around it.

"You're paying too much attention to me, ORT... It's an honor."

Shiomi resisted the gravitational field, which was like a black hole, and then reversed and eliminated it, saying this during the pursuit.

However, ORTs have no visible facial expressions, no vocal organs, and no desire to communicate.

These words cannot shake ORT in the slightest.