An Answer (Continued)

On the other side, the Heroic Spirit who had just gotten off the vehicle were also confused about the current situation and began to pick up their weapons and engage in their own battles.

After all, not long ago, Goetia attacked Chaldea, interrupting their teleportation process. This forced them to board that extremely bumpy, dilapidated steel ship and plunge into the Imaginary Numbers World. In the end, whether it was divine favor or their own good fortune, they finally reached their destination.

Even Jason was surprised to find himself safely landing when he got off the train; he had been prepared to be crushed by the Imaginary Numbers World.

After all, who could have imagined that such a godforsaken place would change its coordinates and location every ten minutes or so? Inside, they not only had to observe the direction, but also ensure that they were always moving towards their goal without deviating from their course. This kind of absurd thing was too much to ask of even a captain from the mythical era.

Finally, he disregarded all other considerations and prayed in his heart to everyone he could, from Zeus and God to Buddha and Daoism. In the end, whether it was divine intervention or not, they finally found a crack or a ray of light in the chaotic ocean after going through countless hardships, and managed to crawl out with all their might.

He admitted at the time that there was an element of gambling involved, but it turned out he was right.

And the gamble was quite correct, except that the destination may have deviated slightly. The original destination, Uruk, inexplicably led us to a place completely isolated from the rest of the world.

As soon as they disembarked to check the situation, Rameses II sensed his close friend's unease and forced Jason to sail towards the Exhaust Port. Jeanne of Arc, after sensing that divine power, directly pointed the way to Jason, saying that the saint, the Son, or the Holy Spirit was over there, and that in that direction lay the being she was searching for, a being she could only admire.

Jason couldn't understand their language, but as the only one navigating the boat, he couldn't argue, so he steered this way. When they arrived, they had just gotten off the boat when the densely packed Demon God Pillars in front of them made his heart stop for a moment.

He suddenly realized where he was.

Jason slapped his forehead, inwardly exclaiming in surprise.

Oh no, I think I've led everyone into the enemy's lair!

Therefore, since so many Servant present had grudges against the Demon God Pillars, and Goetia had recently destroyed Chaldea, there was not much to say. The Demon God Pillars wanted to speak, but the Heroic Spirit didn't want to listen, and they immediately started a chaotic battle.

Rameses II, in particular, vividly remembered being ganged up on by the Demon God Pillars during the Sixth Singularity. Without saying a word, he immediately used the Field True Magic: Great Temple of Radiance and began a barrage of attacks.

The artillery fire here has never stopped since the beginning. Under this relentless bombardment, the weakest members of the team, Jason and Blackbeard, who were only brought up as drivers, could only cower in a corner, praying that they wouldn't be hit.

Although it was right to fight the Demon God Pillars, and Demon God Pillars, Jason still felt something was off. After all, the green guy had clearly wanted to say something, but Rameses II's light cannon had silenced him, and he hadn't sensed any strong fighting spirit from the Demon God Pillars.

"That..."

Jason intended to warn the others, but soon he heard the echo reverberating in his ears.

"Hahahahahahahahaha--!!!"

"Crushed! Great Jade! Cheers! Resilient! Invincible!!"

Such words, and Rameses II standing on the grave, firing directly at the Demon God Pillars.

Seeing how much fun this guy was having, and remembering that he would definitely be beaten to death if he intervened, Jason silently shrank back.

Jeanne tried to persuade him to stop, to stop arguing here, and to go together to support the Exhaust Port, but he refuted her several times.

Compared to Rameses II, who was excitedly firing wildly on this side, the Demon God Pillars on the other side were far more furious than the Heroic Spirit.

Especially Lev, the traitor, is furious.

Everything was almost done, everything was arranged perfectly, the king had returned, and his position as a loyal minister was secure. All he had to do was return immediately to offer his loyalty and support, and the mission would be accomplished. But then this group of people appeared halfway through and caused trouble.

Not long ago, Baal had clearly sensed a different direction, but the other side, using some kind of Imaginary Number Dive vehicle, somehow managed to cross half the distance of the temple and appear in front of them, stopping them in their tracks.

At first, when he saw these Heroic Spirit, although Lev was angry because he saw the King's temple being invaded, upon closer reflection, he knew without a doubt that these guys were sent by that mediocre Romani to provide support. After all, during the time of the Humanity Incineration, only Chaldea could have done such a thing.

Although he felt that Rafe was being a busybody and that this behavior was undoubtedly a sign of distrust towards their Demon God Pillars, Lev didn't think much of it at the time. He figured he could just share some of the credit, since he had already reformed and no amount of reckoning would affect him.

The result was that he wouldn't listen to a single word a human being said.

He was clapping and smiling, ready to offer some words of advice, but that guy who played with graves and loved to laugh got killed by him, and then killed seven or eight more of his lives in quick succession.

At this point, Lev truly couldn't take it anymore.

Even a clay figure has some temper, let alone the Demon God Flauros.

And so began a chaotic free-for-all.

Rameses II frowned, staring intently at the Demon God Pillars below, but his gaze inadvertently drifted to the Exhaust Port in the distance.

He could already smell it; it was the scent of his dearest friend.

My dear friends are indeed here; they haven't come to the wrong place.

Therefore, it is precisely for this reason that he must continue to intensify his efforts to suppress all these Demon God Pillars before going to help his dear friend.

Lev stared at the Exhaust Port with an even more unpleasant expression.

Compared to Rameses II, he could still sense the treacherous presence of Goetia. Yet Goetia was alone with the king? And fighting alongside the king against Tiamat? Damn it, what an enviable opportunity!

Damn it, damn it, damn it.

That opportunity should have been his, so why was it taken away by Goetia? It's all because of these untimely guys. They've blocked his loyalty, it's unforgivable!

As the fight escalated, Lev's inner fire was completely ignited. He raised his arm and unleashed his ultimate form, revealing himself as Demon God Pillars in the Temple of Time, having abandoned his original body, and continued his fierce battle with Rameses II.

On one side is absolute immortality, and on the other is Anti-Purge Defense.

The two people held different beliefs, but they shared the same goal.

I absolutely must go and help my best friend (Wang)!!

"--You bastard, you have to die!!"

The two roared and unleashed their strongest attacks once again.

As different colored lights burst forth, terrifying explosions and piercing whistles once again swept through the entire temple, drowning out Jason's and Jeanne's cries.

"Stop, stop right now."

"Stop it! Stop fighting!"

The two people's helpless cries were quickly swallowed up by the explosion.

"Is it over?"

The answer, obviously, is still no.

Goetia stood aside, coldly observing everything that was happening before her eyes, watching the cone of light enter Tiamat's body. This was Magecraft, even more so, a miracle, a targeted spell specifically created for Tiamat, or rather, for all the gods. Its effect was self-evident, as could be seen from Tiamat's struggle.

Divinity is indeed degenerating or diminishing, much like how a normal-sized cake is repeatedly cut into several pieces and packed into boxes. Although they are still cakes, they differ in size.

Is this what he was thinking?

Instead of sealing or eliminating them, is the goal to turn such trouble into human beings?

Goetia still couldn't understand it.

Just as he couldn't understand Solomon, who was clearly observing everything with a cold eye, was not expressing indifference but rather expectation for humanity and the desire to grant them freedom, and why he saw not only the evil side of humanity in his eyes but also its shining points, and ultimately made such an extremely foolish wish as to become human.

Now, after experiencing betrayal and hurt time and time again, Tiamat is still willing to stand up for humanity when she realizes that she has harmed them, and she even wants to become human herself.

Why?

Both were omnipotent beings—one possessing wisdom bestowed by God, the other the power to create the world—both capable of changing everything according to their own desires, yet they both chose to become human?

This is something Goetia never understood.

However, although he still didn't understand, Goetia watched quietly from the side, imprinting the paths the two had chosen into his mind.

The final dragon, sensing the magic, let out uneasy roars as its divinity began to fade.

Evils of Humanity, or rather, the malice that Tiamat had accumulated, diminished as she relinquished her divinity, and even her enormous body began to shrink at a visible rate.

This terrified her, unsettled her, and made it impossible for her to accept the outcome.

Is this all that long period of imprisonment has led to? What about her return, her longing, and her malice?

Just as her body shrank to almost life-size, a terrifying red light flashed in her eyes, and then she suddenly pounced on the figure in front of her, revealing her sharp, shark-like teeth.

Her divinity and magic were waning and she desperately needed to replenish them, and the person before her was clearly the best replacement for her.

As long as I absorb his blood, as long as I eat him, and obtain his magic, I can still return to this world.

"Court death!"

Sensing Tiamat's weak and feeble last stand, Goetia's eyes sharpened. He raised his arm to suppress her, but the person in front of him raised his hand instead, and then moved even faster.

He didn't dodge or push away; he simply stretched out his arms and embraced the other person gently, as if he were holding a precious treasure, with great care. At that moment, Tiamat's teeth pierced his shoulder, and bright red blood seeped out.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, but it's all over now. Please get some sleep. I promise you, when you wake up, it will all be over."

He patted Tiamat on the back and spoke softly, his gentle words like a breeze that soothed the heart and brought a sense of peace.

"Aaaa... aaa... glug, glug..."

The response he received was a muffled but gradually calming voice emanating from Tiamat's mouth. She opened her mouth, and although she had already torn a piece of flesh from Rovey's shoulder, at the last moment her scarlet eyes naturally regained their original clarity. The primal nature of the Beast of Calamity gradually faded away, along with her own divinity, magic, and authority.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's all just a dream. Close your eyes and drift off to sleep. This time, what awaits you is not a nightmare, but a beautiful dream. When you wake up, it will all be over."

This time, Rovey held her head, the light in his hands shining even brighter. The final cone of light pierced Tiamat's forehead, emitting its last glimmer.

The original dragon body has returned to the original Daughter of Destiny, and the Spirit Origin and aura belonging to Beast have finally dissipated. Pure white light continues to bloom throughout the entire Exhaust Port.

--

In the midst of a desolate sea of blood, Tiamat seemed to hear a voice.

Then, after a beam of white light shone down, a figure appeared before her eyes. Although she couldn't see clearly, she felt a sense of warmth; it was someone extremely important.

He extended his hand and simply said calmly, "Now, I've come to take you home."

It was just a simple phrase, not some profound incantation, but for some reason it touched her soul, which had long been consumed by anger, and even made her want to shed tears.

The empty, bewildered body felt warm again simply because it was held tightly by that outstretched hand.

"Aaaa."

A melodious and ethereal voice rang in my ears, this time with a touch of joy mixed in.

"Are you happy to be back?"

Yes, I'm very happy to see you.

He looked at Tiamat lying in his arms, her body shrunk to the size of a little girl, and smiled slightly. Finally, he watched her drift off to sleep, quietly staying by her side.

At this moment, if anyone still looks unhappy, it must be Goetia has watched the whole thing from the sidelines.

He has many inner problems.

Why is the script different from what I imagined?

Why is Tiamat still happy despite looking like this?

Where exactly did I miscalculate?

As well as--

"Are you really looking to die, Grand Berserker?"

Goetia reached out and gripped the spear that had emerged from the shadows behind him tightly. He then spoke coldly. Tezcatlipoca, seeing that his sneak attack had failed at this moment, simply shrugged and distanced himself from Goetia, saying regretfully.

"Haha, so we were discovered after all. It seems that assassinating Evils of Humanity was just wishful thinking."

He then looked at the situation on the scene and began to analyze it carefully.

Although it's still very complicated, it's not as bad as before, since only Goetia remains as an Evils of Humanity. Now that old man's Grand Rank Spirit Origin is still intact, and with him and the other Servant, they aren't without a chance of winning.

So he decided to leave first, go out and discuss the situation with the others before launching the attack.

Without hesitation, once he made up his mind, Tezcatlipoca plunged into the shadows and vanished.

Seeing this, Goetia was annoyed but did not pursue. Instead, Goetia turned his gaze to Rovey directly in front of him, extended his palm, and said calmly, "I have fulfilled your wish. Now it's just the two of us here. Solomon, come on, it's time for our grudges to be settled."

"I see..."

With a slight smile, Rovey was not surprised by Goetia's actions, or rather, he had expected them.

After all, he had said before that he would have a fair contest with Goetia before he reached the Throne Room of the Temple of Time, and then he would tell him all the answers.

I thought this was just an excuse, and that it would never come true, but now...

It's already unavoidable.

"Okay, but please wait for me a moment."

"..."

Goetia remained silent, calmly observing the young man before him. Though he didn't speak, his clenched fists betrayed his inner turmoil. He was also nervous about what was to come, perhaps knowing that the answer he craved would soon be revealed.

"Hmm, this one is good."

Rovey, however, seemed not to notice him at all. He continued walking calmly to him, picked up a yellowed, withered branch from somewhere, and placed it between the two of them, as if trying to find the right angle.

He then walked around and drew a small circle around them with a stick, before walking back to Goetia.