Chapter 198

Clearly, Novia's response didn't particularly please Tlaloc, but perhaps she was deliberately making that expression.

She turned and vanished from the Cockpit, leaving behind a single sentence.

"Let's have a proper talk alone after we deal with this guy, okay, my master?"

269: Adam, get moving! (4k)

On one side are the Primordial Human from Bible mythology.

On one side are City Robot, equivalent to the Third Sun of the Americas.

Two heroes, on the verge of conflict, confront each other in the dark Forest —a truly incongruous stage.

Each of their feet represents an extension of its own domain.

The Garden of Eden of Eden in the Bible, the Underworld of the Americas.

"How disrespectful, Chief God of the Heathens!"

Avicebron, riding his Golem, stared directly at the Americas Giants confronting him, and then the Caster continued his pronouncement.

"Our King, this Supreme Being 'Adam,' will surely save everything in the world."

As his voice faded, Adam Golem began to move, its very presence evoking images of a natural disaster like an avalanche or tsunami, or a storm—and a 'modified natural disaster' at that.

With a crash, Deafening Crash, and the air vibrating, as if endless Od remnants were scattering in its movements, the mindless Golem only by power, would, as its creator had foretold, destroy Tenochtitlan not far away.

However, they hadn't taken more than a few steps when they saw Adam the Golem stop.

"... What?"

Avicebron was taken aback by this, because he could actually sense hesitation and fear in Adam the Golem.

Why is that?

How could someone, completely without awareness, develop such disrespectful thoughts towards a god from Heterodox Faith?

That's right, Adam Golem is not afraid of death. If he cannot complete the task assigned to him, he will fight to the bitter end.

But at this moment, his thinking was perfectly reasonable. It didn't involve any enlightenment; it was just a feeling of innate fear.

"Adam! Let me be your mind!"

The Caster's cry was transmitted into Adam's body.

While Avicebron was alive, he knew that people die, the old die, adults die, Baby die, children die; everyone faces death equally, without hesitation or room for forgiveness...

But Avicebron did not forgive those who killed and harmed innocent people.

And what is even more unforgivable is my own indifference and avoidance of this issue.

Falsehood conceals the truth, pours hot oil on a raging fire, embellishes a tragic scene with blood, and leaves behind only emptiness.

Even in the instant of fleeing, one has already lost the right to be Savior.

However, even so--

"Get moving, Adam! You existed to take away our suffering!"

Perhaps it was the Caster's will that acted as the consciousness of the mindless Adam Golem, for the Golem roared and charged forward.

Of course, during this time, Novia had already had the Water City Robot Tenochtitlan use the power of Quetzalcoatl, and World-Creating Hurricane, just like in its creation legend, rushed towards the Adam Golem. It was a huge Od that had been compressed to the extreme.

Adam the Golem flinched as one of his hands was twisted.

At the same time, a sound like the body being ripped apart emanated from Adam the Golem, deeply etching slanted cracks into its body.

Then, the wind that twisted the arm quickly reached Adam Golem's knees, shattering his joints, and the Golem, unable to bear it, knelt on the ground.

However, the Giants on which Avicebron placed his hopes was not an ordinary Golem, but the Primordial Human 'Adam'.

In less than a second, the injury was completely healed. After all, Adam Golem's feet were on the 'Garden of Eden'. As long as one foot remained on the earth in this paradise, the world would bless 'Primordial Human', because no one would bleed in paradise.

But this very attack made Avicebron feel something inexplicable: that the greatest Foundation of the Bible was willing to help the other side, rather than Adam?!

The resulting overwhelming difference in Od left Avicebron bewildered once again, perhaps more bewildered than he had ever been in his entire life.

Before the Caster could even ponder this, the next instant, the Giants 'The Americas body in his line of sight tilted sharply forward.

"... What, what is this?!"

All the Servant watching from the sidelines, including Avicebron himself, echoed this sentiment.

Because the night trembled.

It was an endless Thunderbolt born from the body of the Americas Giants and striking directly into the sky.

Nevertheless, no one saw it except for the Servant and Master who participated in the Holy Grail War.

"I see, do you understand now, Achilles?"

With a touch of sadness, Chiron spoke to his disciple from the other side of the battlefield.

As the most well-known sage in Greek Mythology, he naturally noticed the reason for this phenomenon.

"... Let me think... it seems to be something called texture, right, Teacher?"

"That's right, that's what living Deity are like. Although they've been separated from the texture, they can no longer do whatever they want with the world. Once, they could create storms with a breath, and their Thunderbolt could split the world with a wave of their hand, but now they can no longer do that... Even so, once a god appears, their inherent Authority still truly come into play."

Gazing at Astolfo and Achilles beside him, and then at Atalanta hidden in the Forest, Chiron continued.

"The Fifth Sun God of the Americas, known as Tonatiuh, is also Almighty God, whose status is equivalent to Zeus. However, unlike Zeus, who is known for his Thunderbolt, this Almighty God Almighty Sun God is the Sun itself, and naturally possesses corresponding Authority. For example, similar to Zeus's Authority to transform into all living beings, the Authority of the Chief Sun God is to become the strongest being in all of the world's mythology— the Sun."

The Authority of the Sun, in other words, is to transform into the Sun or to call upon the Sun.

While no mythology in the world is devoid of gods of the Sun and Moon God, it is rare to find a pantheon that Ether as the Supreme Being and Chief God and has continued to this day.

The Egypt Faith in Ra has long been lost.

Amaterasu of Japan performed poorly.

With a series of crackling thunderclaps, four 'Sun' appeared above the Giants's head.

"In contrast to Western Magecraft deceives the world, and Thought Magecraft that temporarily alters the world using Thought Disk that was once fused with the Earth, the Americas -based Sacrifice uses death as its core, with its Foundation spread across the Americas continent. As a god that negates past Sacrifice and brings about new life, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to consider the entire the Americas Unity of All Gods. Although our Zeus could also do this... in terms of precision, there is a clear dimensional difference between the two."

Now, Four Suns have appeared above the head of that the Americas Giants.

Avicebron's intuition told him that each of them contained extremely powerful divine Od.

Each of them possesses strength comparable to or even surpassing that of Adam Golem.

At that moment, Avicebron seemed to see, beneath the intense heat, the indifference of the Pagan God and his words—

"Let it fall."

Then, the Four Suns merged into one, becoming one of the ultimate entities standing in the Spiral Sky, and fell from the sky.

Pure pressure causes space to crack, the earth to split open like clay, and all things are inevitably and easily torn apart.

Even the Adam Golem of this.

The Sun's light is not complex, but those around it hold their breath at its overwhelming beauty.

Perhaps even the 'Primordial Human' were the same.

Therefore, the moment the shattering impact reached it, the Golem crafted from stone, wood, and soil even reached out towards the Nami light—

Adam Golem was destroyed in less than a second, and everything ended in that instant.

The surrounding trees withered even faster than the Golem collapsed, the earth could no longer be a paradise, and the 'Primordial Human' who should have been immortal also disappeared.

As for the Black Faction warlock Avisbro, his spirit core was also shattered, and he was about to turn into blue light spots and dissipate. However, at this moment, he just stared blankly at everything that had withered due to Adam's disappearance. Then, Novia, who had come out of Tenochtitlan, walked over.

"It's over."

"... Yes." Avicebron turned to look at Novia, lost in thought, "But that's all..."

"After all, I am Pagan God to you, so I generally don't believe what a devout believer like you says."

Avicebron did not answer, but Novia did not seem to care.

He walked past Avicebron, looked at the spot where Adam had just been, and sighed at the disappearing Giants.

Is this a lament for the unconscious Golem embodying the concept of Adam, or a lament for the meaning symbolized by Adam?

Avicebron are unknown.

Although it seemed somewhat comical for a god, shirtless and wearing half a ferocious Jaguar Man Mask, Deity mourn 'Adam,' who was a Heterodox Faith figure to him, the Caster did not think so.

He simply felt that, despite being a Heterodox Faith Deity, this South America Sun God was beautiful.

While appreciating its beauty, one also feels a sense of endearment.

After Adam Golem completely dissipated, a flower appeared out of nowhere and landed in Novia's hand. He then took the flower to the Caster leaning against a large tree and handed it to him.

"This is the core of Adam. It's yours, Solomon Ibn Qabirul. Perhaps we can become friends someday."

"... Is that so, Your Excellency...?"

Avicebron murmured, unconsciously clutching the flower to his chest. In his hazy vision, the Sun God seemed to smile slightly.

"... Indeed, it's really beautiful..."

The Black Caster, Avicebron, who sought to witness the birth of the "Great King who will guide us, who have endured countless hardships, back into the Garden of Eden," has departed the stage.

Then Novia glanced in the direction of Sighisoara--

"... Have they found out yet?"

"Hmm? Master, what do you mean by this?"

"No, maybe it's just my imagination."

Upon hearing the Assassin Semiramis's words, Amakusa Shirou breathed a sigh of relief.

Before him stood a colossal building beyond imagination. Lush green floating islands and marble floors were neatly arranged and constructed of pillars, with various plants entwined everywhere, blending Chaos ugliness with dazzling beauty.

It's less like a garden and more like a fortress; more like a giant flying weapon than a fortress.

This is Semiramis's Noble Phantasm — the Hanging Gardens of Vanity.

"But if we activate it, is there any chance of defeating that Deity...?"

"I can't guarantee it, but it will surely be a decisive battle... probably a mythical one, just like the one we're seeing now."

"In any case, our goal right now isn't that Sun God; obtaining the Greater Grail will suffice."

At this moment, the South America Sun God does not belong to either side, while the Black Faction has lost the support of the Saber and the departure of the Caster. As for the Berserker, he is probably not going back. In addition, the Assassin who has not yet arrived has left only three Servant, while the Red Faction still has six, which is obviously from the top.

Therefore, Amakusa Shirou has decided to launch a surprise attack on the Yggdmillennia Family and obtain the Greater Grail from Darnic.

The Ruler had waited sixty years, had asked in the past:

Why, why are we not forgiven? That is absolutely not salvation; there is only despair and regret there.

But this time he was determined to obtain the Holy Grail, and poured out his whole spirit to tell God:

My wish will surely come true with your blessing.

"Lord, I will not let that tragedy repeat itself. The Greater Grail —belongs to us."

The Ruler had waited sixty years, looked up at the high, clear sky with eyes full of unwavering determination.

The dream of yesteryear still resides in his heart.

The scene returns to the eastern Forest of Trifas. Novia stares at the City Robot Tenochtitlan, which still hasn't disappeared after a long time. Although he could forcibly make it disappear, he thinks for a moment and then goes back inside.

Upon re-entering the Cockpit, the Serenity, steady, and somewhat aloof yet pleasant voice belonged to—

"Favia."

"It's been so long since I've heard you call me that."

"Yes, after all, you didn't die, and you're here alive and kicking."

Regardless of Tlaloc's somewhat cold tone or his overly explicit manner of speaking.

This naturally brought a smile to Novia's face.

"... Why don't you come looking for us?"