Chapter 110
It was as if they were still with their king to this day, so that the king was no longer alone.
Novia sighed silently, then gave a genuine smile.
"Today, no matter what, there is no need to panic or feel lost—"
"Because I am not the only one who is great."
"You and your Babylon are both."
As the words fell, thunder and lightning erupted with intense purple light amidst the music, and countless fiery stars chased after them, slicing through the golden brilliance.
In response, AE Gilgamesh first bowed respectfully, and then said with reverence:
"As a result of what has been accomplished, people will eventually reach their destination."
As his voice rang out, the corresponding form, the harp floating behind him, enveloped in Od light, began to play along.
"In God's time, the world is filled with suffering, because the God who created that world is not Perfection... Sinners should be punished and perish forever, while the good should not be troubled by fear."
If we call Omniscience and Omnipotence, omnipotent, and Perfection being a god, then the one who created this Perfection world is not a god... Understanding this, I ultimately became like that, and I hope everyone becomes like that."
Accompanied by a beautiful and intense Melody, a certain radiance of the world seemed to emerge from him.
"Humanity must not depend on the pity of Deity; human survival should be determined by ourselves. If anyone seeks to ravage this Future, we will fight them with everything we have."
Countless Noble Phantasm that fell to the ground emitted a distinctly different golden radiance. Under the command of the two 'hands' that appeared behind AE Gilgamesh, they crashed into the Thunderbolt falling from the sky and the nine branches of the World Tree. The sea of Noble Phantasm was like an iron wall, moving straight forward.
In response, they were met with the furious roar of Thunderbolt and molten lava erupting from the sky, as if they had formed an iron curtain in the face of endless Noble Phantasm.
"I understand, and I also understand your desire for people to become gods. I don't deny your ideals, but I don't want people to become gods."
Novia grasped the Noble Phantasm's wind, which was as fierce as a storm, in his hand, leaving no room for further advance; its leaping light illuminated his eyes.
"Perhaps you've wondered why humans die so easily? Why can't we live forever? I won't define it, but in my view, being 'this' is enough for humans."
Because they are prone to death and have limited lifespans, their lives are so vibrant and they cherish the time they spend with others.
Therefore, as witnesses to all life, those who bear such witness—"
Novia smiled and exhaled. For him, the answer to the concept of AE Gilgamesh was the same as what he had said to Kihara when he was Huns—
"God won't do, it can only be a human."
Boom!
In that instant, the sound of the tide, like the arrival of the ocean, seemed to burst forth from nothingness.
Like a roar from the entire Human World, countless forces flowed through the Underworld, which was filled with 'Babylon Radiance,' as if issuing a command to urge the Underworld to function as it should.
The people of Babylon in the Age of Gods, have, after countless ages, become eternal silence.
Now, as the declarative waves resound from the will of Novia, they stir the earth of the Underworld, and the mighty sound of the tide spreads far and wide.
This is to proclaim your will.
The intricate yet simple branching structure of the Nine Great Trees emerges from behind Novia, the concepts of heat and cold intertwined, and the World Tree of the Norse Pantheon sprouts anew with unprecedented precision and speed.
The Prototype of the endless Noble Phantasm thrown by the Golden King broke apart with mournful cries, and were then crushed by his ten fingers.
In the radiance, the young King of Heroes nonchalantly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, raised his eyes to look at Novia high in the sky, and raised his hands.
At this moment, accompanied by the sound of the guqin behind him, the golden light that ignited from his hands reignited.
It's like the flame of God.
The silent surge of light that comes from igniting Spirit Origin that has already reached the Supreme Being.
The hallucinatory cracking sound rang in my ears once more, the tremors from the shattering of my Spirit Origin growing ever clearer.
A Deafening Crash roar, as if announcing imminent death, reverberated through the body and soul at that moment.
"King! King! King! King!"
Countless Babylon cried out, "Gilgamesh, call forth his 'gold'!"
For AE Gilgamesh, he already possessed the entire world called 'Babylon'.
The young King of Heroes, who had never met Enkidu, chuckled softly.
Gilgamesh and Enkidu good friends, and he liked that possibility, he really liked it.
That is why I admire you so much, Novia, who, like me, desires to elevate humanity to a higher position.
Born from an impossible "what if," the King of Heroes generously offered his praise and unleashed a final strike that consumed all of his Spirit Origin.
In that instant, Babylon reappeared from the golden flames, and the power of the Golden King surged forth once more from the countless Babylon.
A gigantic, pure white arm stands here.
On the smooth surface, several rays of light flowed along the texture, like some kind of machine, the beauty of the texture like Magic Circuits. This is the Hand of God that manifested by the unification of the Babylon gods' concepts.
"To the Great Ones--"
The chanting, imbued with divine majesty, resounded throughout the land, as if a black hole had been born from the earth, where color and sound vanished, leaving only nothingness and the lingering fragrance of mythology.
The King of Heroes's 'hand' was like a drill bit, splitting into several layers from the wrist to the elbow and spreading out in all directions, beginning to rotate in a spiral. With each rotation, immeasurable Od was released, accompanied by amazing sparks.
It's as if it contains a world within it; in fact, this isn't a lie—this 'hand' does indeed envelop a concept called Babylon.
The space of the Underworld is constantly shattering, centered on the Hand of God raised high by the King of Heroes.
Looking out, one could glimpse stars through the crack—a strike powerful enough to rip the sky apart.
Show respect!
The divine arm, poised in its stance, shot out like a cannonball, hurtling towards the sky, accompanied by Thunderbolt.
Boom!
The Underworld itself, including the underground realms of all pantheons, is wailing and twisting.
With each increasingly resonant clang, the very concept of the Underworld is impacted by the Golden King's 'hand' clashing with the Holy Sword.
It was as if the Underworld was being destroyed; if it were an ordinary god, the aftershocks alone would be enough to knock him unconscious.
A thunderous roar echoed across the sky; this operation tore through the thick fog like lightning.
This is a battle of myths.
With a simple gesture, one can distort and madden the laws of nature.
The Underworld, which has existed since the Age of Gods and can no longer be found, remains unchanged even though the world on earth has changed. It sleeps soundly in the darkness without Underworld.
A rift has now formed, and a powerful flash of light erupts from the burning Spirit Origin of the Golden King of Babylon, beneath the Holy Sword wielded by Novia —not a physical flash, but a vast Od capable of scorching the spiritual senses.
The initial fragments were very small, but they emerged and expanded at an extremely rapid pace.
Then, countless fragments filled the Underworld.
And immediately, the vibrations began.
Terrifying, persistent, and spine-chilling tremors.
"Novia."
Upon hearing this, the silver-haired youth stared directly at the blond-haired boy.
Was this your peak period?
"Yes, I didn't hold back."
"Is that so? So this is what it feels like to be able to give it your all."
The Golden King squinted his eyes, as if recalling the past.
"I see, you mean the matter between the King of Heroes and Enkidu."
Novia smiled happily.
"This is the only time in my life I've ever done this. I suppose I'll never be able to show my face again."
The Golden King remarked with emotion, "It's like exhaling bubbles of memories from the golden afterglow."
"So, it's a pleasure to meet you."
The Golden King, whose Spirit Origin has already crumbled—all he does is laugh.
The distorted nothingness tore everything apart and triggered collapse. Mysterious strength and resistance were meaningless in the face of this collision; the torn space had become a physical phenomenon.
Like the end of an aging, massive Star, it not only devoured the surrounding Ether but also a part of the Underworld. The void continued to expand, like waking from a dream, and soon everything returned to its original state.
All that remained was the ceaseless roar of the waves and --
The last laugh of the Golden King as he fell to the ground.
It was like joy.
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Then, the Golden King gradually sank into the other side of the dense, dark Underworld.
The Underworld will now be completely closed with the end of the Holy Grail War.
In this way, Novia, who gained power from the Holy Grail War system, will likely lose some of the power she gained from the Holy Grail War. After all, this is the rule of the current Planet. Before encountering a major crisis in the era that belongs only to humans, there is no need for a power that is too transcendent.
Novia naturally understood this, and he felt it was perfectly reasonable. However, he still had some things to do before the Holy Grail War ended.
"You've been watching for so long, aren't you going to say hello? Kishua, and Kouhaku too."
As the silver-haired youth spoke, curved, fang-like streaks of light suddenly appeared in the pitch-black Underworld, rushing menacingly towards the horizon.
The light arrow emitted a dazzling silver-blue light, rising at an astonishing speed, gradually turning into a small, meteor-like dot.
A huge, colorful veil had descended from the Underworld above, its hues of red, green, and purple overflowing with color as the tones shifted—it was the aurora borealis.
As it shone brightly amidst the boundless colors of this nameless night sky, it vanished without a trace amidst the surging, undulating waves.
Soon, across the sky, the colors of night faded from inky black to blue, taking on the warm hues of dawn.
"Haha, it really has been a long time. My apologies for not noticing. I didn't realize you noticed. Speaking of which, your way of propelling the Planet forward is still the same as ever."
The Grand Sorcerer, arriving with the aurora borealis, shrugged and glanced at the blue 'telephone' beside him, which was what Kouhaku looked like now.
At the same time, he couldn't help but think to himself, "Didn't you say there was no need to meet right away? Now it doesn't seem like that at all! Junior brother, are you even reliable?"
Kouhaku may or may not have sensed his senior's nagging gaze; in any case, a young voice addressed to Novia came through the 'telephone' speaker. "Sir, please forgive me for being so late."
"It's alright, you all have things to do too."
Novia looked at Kishua and asked, "Kishua, can you use your Second Magic completely now?"
"Yes, thanks to everything you did back then, everything is perfectly fine now."
Upon hearing this, Kishua laughed heartily. The deep wrinkles etched on his face showed the passage of time, but his eyes still shone with youthful vigor, making him look about ten years younger.
What he said was true. Since the destruction of the 400-year-old Kihara and the return of the Codex Trithemius to Kouhaku, he, who was originally so badly injured by the Holy Scripture that he dared not use it to avoid being discovered, has returned to the peak state he was in when he destroyed 'Crimson Moon'.
Perhaps out of a desire to rebuild the Church and prevent Church power from being crushed by the Mage's Association, Kouhaku, Augustine, and others subsequently developed a new version of the Holy Scripture, a high-level weapon that could be wielded and used by the Executor.
Therefore, there came to the standard weapon Holy Scripture, which should be Holy Scripture that record Church doctrines, that is, God's teachings.
However, books are merely a medium; what is more important is the conceptual religious texts inscribed on them, which divide them into Holy Scripture and Apocrypha. Nevertheless, there is no significant difference between the two, and they can be regarded as the same.
For example, the Seventh Holy Scripture in the Apocrypha, before being modified by Ciel, was not a weapon like a pile driver, but a unicorn horn that carried the Church's doctrine of reincarnation and criticism, just like a book. The surface of this horn was densely covered with sentences such as "Reincarnation is the root of all evil," which were powerful conceptual attacks against the immortal Dead Apostle, ghosts, and the like.
Ultimately, however, these are still vastly different from the Primordial Codex Trithemius. After all, Tretine was born from the concept of 'Love of the Lord,' and naturally cannot be compared to these inscribed Holy Scripture texts.
"Yes, he even used the Second Magic to create something like the Ruby and Sapphire Mystic Codes in Parallel World, and he's become obsessed with Magical Girl."
Perhaps displeased with Kishua's attitude, Kouhaku did not hesitate to reveal the secrets of the Grand Sorcerer.
"Fine, fine, I'm obsessed with Magical Girl, huh? I see your Coffee is doing pretty well, but you're still secretly reading unhealthy books and watching late-night anime there late at night..."
Kishua, exposed, was not angry at all. He instantly remembered what Kouhaku had told him earlier, so he sighed and twisted the corners of his mouth into a smile.
"You're such a good grandfather! I just wonder what the child's parents will think? Haha, the more I think about it, the more amusing it becomes, don't you think, my dear junior brother?"
At this point, the Grand Sorcerer gazed with great interest at the telephone's dial wheel repeatedly spinning and then returning to its original position, as if admiring his junior brother's inability to refute him.
"Alright, alright, if you want to argue, you can find a private place to argue after I finish speaking."
Looking at the two of them like this, anyone could tell that they had a good relationship and were just teasing each other like friends. If Novia didn't really have something to say, he wouldn't mind continuing to watch them bicker.
Moreover, he understood everything they were talking about: the red and blue Mystic Code made using the Second Magic, plus the Magical Girl —wasn't that just Fate/kaleid liner Prisma Illya? As for the Coffee and the grandfather, it was clearly related to the Box of the Enchanter... but none of that concerned him.