Chapter 202

273: Almighty God and King of the Wild Hunt (4k)

The next day, perhaps because she had planned it all along, or perhaps because of what happened the night before, in any case, Novia led everyone to Trifas, the City where the Yggdmillennia Family was located, early in the morning.

Although Bucharest, the capital of Romania, is some distance from Trifas, it is easily accessible via Abigail's 'Door'.

Although the main purpose was to visit the Yggdmillennia Family, Novia still took Siegfried and the others for a stroll in the streets and to buy some food.

The group of seven included people of all shapes and sizes, with Gordes feeling the most pressure. However, since he had interacted with Novia and Siegfried before, he was able to keep a calm mindset. In addition, there were quite a few men and women who came to chat with him, mostly for Novia. However, as soon as the blond man opened his mouth, people could only leave with a wry smile.

However, looking at it another way, perhaps it's because Novia is currently wearing a half- Jaguar Man Mask and has to be shirtless.

"By the way, why did you dress like that?"

Siegfried asked calmly, while the others, except for Tlaloc who knew the inside story, were also curious and stared at Novia, waiting for his response.

"Why do I ask? After all, as the Americas Sun God, my appearance in this capacity is quite unpredictable."

Novia gave a rare, unserious reply.

This made Tlaloc unconsciously glance at him, then exchange a look with Abigail. Yesterday, she had managed to get the right to sleep thanks to Fran's help... but because of Abigail's interference, it really was just sleeping.

"Is that so?" Siegfried nodded silently, then took off his shirt as he spoke, "Then I'll dress like you too. Speaking of which, Beowulf likes it this way too, even though it's so cold in Norse..."

"Beowulf always has a fighting spirit. After all, that place is like that; the endless cold stimulates the body, which inevitably gets the blood boiling and tempers oneself."

"That's absolutely true. I'm feeling that long-lost passion again."

Siegfried nodded again, seemingly lost in thought.

The conversation between the two made Gordes break out in a cold sweat. If he hadn't known that he was indeed a bit too big for his size, he would have even considered taking off his clothes.

"Mr. Gordes, don't be sad. Being a little chubby is a good thing. It used to be so hard to gain weight. Besides, Fran believes that with Gordes amazing Alchemy, losing weight will be a piece of cake for you."

Fran said with a smile, after all, she had assisted the young Moriarty in dealing with various student matters at the university, so she had a clear understanding of Gordes's mindset.

"In other words, Master is a promising talent, right, Fran?"

"That's right, just like Uncle Siegfried said, a promising prospect."

"You've finally spared me..."

Gordes scratched his head, though he knew it was just a comforting remark, he was still quite pleased.

"Just stay healthy."

Novia also said with a smile.

The sun shines brightly, the sky is azure, and the pedestrians in the city are full of vitality.

Undoubtedly, most people feel much better simply by taking a walk in a place with this kind of atmosphere.

At that moment, Jeanne d'Arc saw that everyone except her was laughing, even the usually aloof Tlaloc sighed in response to a laugh, so she also showed a very subtle smile. Although she felt that the atmosphere was really nice, she was also a little worried about whether she could find an opportunity to let her guard down with this the Americas Sun God whose 'disguise' skills were so superb.

But the girl herself immediately shook off this feeling of dejection and strengthened her resolve once again.

Since it is Revelation from the Lord, for the sake of world peace and the Future of the world, I must never 'lose to Pagan God '.

However, Jeanne d'Arc of Arc has never discerned any 'scheming' or 'plot' in the men's minds. Instead, she has only heard normal trivial matters. But she understands this, since it is a plan that can affect the Planet's balance of power, and there is no need to keep talking about it or nagging about it in her mind all the time.

Then, the group arrived at the base of the Yggdmillennia Family.

"We have been waiting for you for a long time. Please come in."

The Homunculus at the City Gate, having apparently learned of the news from within the family, kindly led Novia to the gate.

Before long, the Artificial Lifeform leading the way stopped.

"This is the place. It's almost time for the other Artificial Lifeform to wake up, so I need to switch shifts and go to sleep. Excuse me, I'm very sorry."

"Wait, take me there. You're not feeling well; let me help you get some rest."

This made the Homunculus leading the way blink. Although it wasn't as serious as that of the Rider Master Celenike, who liked to sacrifice them, or the Caster Master Roche, who would use them as experimental tools, Darnic and Gordes, among others, regarded Artificial Lifeform as mere props or batteries.

Gordes's behavior today is rather strange... However, the Homunculus thought about it and realized that the atmosphere among these people seemed 'strange,' and Gordes's status was indeed higher than theirs, so it nodded.

"Fran, I want to go see too!"

"This..."

Upon hearing this, Gordes looked at Novia with a questioning gaze, to which Novia nodded naturally, and the two then left with the Homunculus.

Then Novia pushed open the door—

"Your Highness Avia!"

The figure that appeared with the sound was a Servant, but he was almost half-undressed, with all the buttons of his pajamas undone, revealing Servant fair abdomen.

"Who are you?"

Tlaloc coldly flicked his whip-like hand, startling the Servant had been happily charging forward, causing him to freeze in place. Then, upon seeing that Novia and Siegfried were both shirtless, his mood seemed to improve considerably, and he spoke:

"A capable Servant possessing many Noble Phantasm, none other than Astolfo, one of Charlemagne's Twelve Paladins!"

When Novia arrived at the Castle of the Yggdmillennia Family, she secretly observed that Siegfried, who had a good relationship with the former King of the Huns, was quite close to her, and that his relationship with him bore some resemblance to the murals in the Giant God Ruins that Astolfo and Charlemagne had visited...

This convinced Astolfo that the blond man was indeed the King of the Huns Avia, but why not the silver-haired man Charles had mentioned?

It's very simple. Charles misremembered, so His Highness lost the bet.

"It's Astolfo."

"Yes, yes, Astolfo." Astolfo nodded. "Your Highness, please call me Afu."

"Okay, Afu."

"Yeah!"

After receiving Novia's permission, Afu instantly jumped up and raised one hand, radiating an aura from within, a gesture that perfectly suited the term 'woman'.

"Greetings, Your Excellency. I am Chiron from Greece. Our Master have been overwhelmed with family affairs and have therefore relinquished control to us. Please forgive them."

After Astolfo quieted down, the Black Faction Archer began their self-introductions.

Novia nodded in agreement and casually smiled, saying, "Even after all these years, the stars in the sky haven't changed."

At that moment, a rare hint of confusion appeared on Chiron's serene face when he finally met him.

From the Fifth Sun of Zeus, whose mythological status in the world is equivalent to that of the Greek God- king, he actually sensed a slight reaction from the real Sagittarius —not the conceptual Sagittarius, but the Sagittarius that truly exists in the Universe.

According to Greek Mythology, Heracles accidentally shot Chiron, his Teacher, with a poisoned arrow from the Hydra. In the end, Chiron decided to exchange himself for Prometheus, freeing Prometheus from his suffering while giving up his own immortality, thus liberating both of them. Later, Zeus raised him to the sky, where he became the Sagittarius Bow and Arrow.

During the Age of Age of Gods, each of Earth's major pantheons had its own set of gods. Everyone had Sun God and Moon Goddess, but there is only one Sun and one moon in the Universe. So, what stars did these gods of the Age of Gods refer to?

The Answer is simple; they're all conceptual: conceptual stars, conceptual Universe, and so on...

To give an example, imagine Earth in the Age of Gods as a large circle, with the various pantheons within it forming smaller circles, and the Universe within those circles representing the different pantheons.

As for whether they are connected or aware of each other, this should not be a secret among the pantheons, after all, in FSF, the Amazon Queen Hippolyta, a true Rider, refers to Norse as a foreign land in her memories.

However, the aura emanating from Sagittarius vanished instantly, leading Chiron to believe he might have misunderstood. After all, the other party was the omnipotent Sun God who unified all the gods in a mythological sense, perhaps equivalent to something like Sagittarius in the Americas. After all, his Noble Phantasm, "Antares Snipe," was based on the legend of Sagittarius firing a meteor strike.

After thinking it over in his mind, Chiron answered:

"There's nothing we can do about it."

The starry sky seen by the Age of Gods is not much different from the starry sky of Trifas today.

Human life has changed, and history continues to turn, but the world itself has not changed much.

War, love, contemplation, issuing commands—even if the so-called king or god has disappeared, their actions are no different from those of the Age of Gods.

There's nothing we can do about it. No matter how much you exercise, it's impossible for a person to never feel hungry. If you could truly achieve a state where you never feel hungry, it would be like a curse. Humans can cultivate Wisdom, pass on knowledge, and increase knowledge, which can make Wisdom more developed and also increase ways to control instincts. But it can never erase instincts, nor does it mean that the instincts rooted in the body will change.

As the world has developed to this point, there are people who exploit others and people who are exploited in some places. It's not a simple matter of black and white, but rather a system. No one is inherently bad, but there is no justice either.

Therefore, if it were possible to change things so easily, it would not be humans, but some other, more fantastical creature.

Nevertheless, people will still strive to achieve something that transcends humanity.

Both the Teacher of many Greece heroes and the Holy One established the largest Foundation of humanity understood this principle.

However, Chiron felt that the Fifth Sun God of the Americas before him was like the Greece god-king; although their appearances and temperaments differed greatly, they shared a common trait: 'love for humanity.' If Chiron didn't know the status of the Fifth Sun God of the Americas, he would have truly felt that the blond man before him was the embodiment of what Zeus, the king of the gods, had failed to achieve in the Age of Gods: unifying the gods to become a completely Almighty God ...

Chiron's situation was unavoidable because Novia had once held Authority over all of Rome, which meant all of Greece.

It's normal for him to have such a misconception. For example, if Atalanta were to actually see Novia, the Hunters might even momentarily mistake her for Artemis, Moon Goddess in the Holy Grail War in this demotion. In other words, if Novia hadn't appeared as the Fifth Sun of the Americas, she would probably have been seen by the Greece heroes as the embodiment of their respective highest-ranking god...

Thinking of this, Chiron suddenly said:

"Then you must love humans too."

After blurting out those words, Chiron felt it was all unnecessary, since Chiron was a foreign god who resembled Zeus in many ways, and there was no need to ask about that.

However, Novia simply smiled at this:

"After all, some things can only be done by humans, not gods."

Chiron smiled, thinking to himself, "This is wonderful. I never expected to greet the strongest being in this Holy Grail War with such joy."

"I'm so lucky, incredibly lucky," Chiron said slowly, his emotions surging.

"I hope my knowledge can be of some help to you... In any case, at this moment, I will do everything in my power for you."

After Chiron's voice fell, a fierce voice appeared.

"As expected."

Mordred swaggered in, staring straight at Novia; the Red Saber could never forget that aura.

"The King of the Wild Hunt."

Although he is not his father, he possesses the same... Wild Hunt, or perhaps the aura of a storm.

Although Mordred also understood that this self-proclaimed the Americas Sun God possessed an incredibly strong Wild Hunt aura, and could even be considered to be a descendant of the King of the Wild Hunt, with everything else being a manifestation of the 'King of the Wild Hunt' indirectly or directly derived from him.

In Norse, there are Odin, Freyja, and Frigg; in Germany mythology, Wotan; in Ireland mythology, Nuada of the Silver Arm; in Welsh mythology, Gwyn the Wales demigod; and in Britain, there is the King of Knights... Of course, Mordred would never admit this; she simply sees them as opponents she must challenge to inherit the throne, which is very naive.

"Don't run so fast, Saber."

The Shishigou, panting heavily as he arrived, wiped the sweat from his brow and then, looking quite embarrassed, continued speaking to everyone present.

"Excuse me, excuse me, the Saber seems a little excited. Please forgive our intrusion, Saber, no, Your Majesty, we should be going."

Mordred's expression twisted slightly at this. She seemed about to speak, but hesitated for a moment and looked away.

"Don't get in my way. I've already said I'm going to challenge this Sun God."

274: It's all Meli's fault (5k)

"Honestly, how dare someone who's not even a god speak like that? I'm so angry I want to tear you to pieces..."

Tlaloc pushed up his sunglasses, his dark blue hair shimmering like the sea.

Her profile, illuminated by the light, was expressionless; she seemed uninterested in Mordred, simply observing indifferently.

"Mordred, the Knights of the Round Table? Prepare for death before offering advice to the gods, didn't your God-King say that?"

Before Tlaloc could finish speaking, Mordred felt an astonishing surge of Od within her, a pressure as if her blood had frozen solid. Then, a violent tremor suddenly erupted from beneath her feet... the earth itself was shaking.

With a thunderous roar, Tlaloc's whip-like weapon arrived, shaking the earth as it pressed in from the darkness that appeared out of nowhere.

Space cracked open, revealing darkness. Mordred, who was being suppressed and finding it difficult to move, sensed that a part of her Spiritron Armor had been completely shattered and disappeared. At the same time, she also felt a 'heavy' force; the gravity here was exceptionally terrifying.

Tlaloc is undoubtedly an absolute powerhouse.

Mordred is undoubtedly the weakest of the weak.

To the Third Sun, no matter how many Knights of the Round Table there are, they are no different from grunts, let alone Mordred, who is only at the bottom of the Round Table. There is no need to ask any more questions; once they fight, she has a 100% chance of winning. The only difference is whether it takes time or not.

Although Tlaloc is Fairy manifested from the Moon Lake Incarnation and is also the 'soul' of the City of Tenochtitlan, his strength is normally not at the level of a supreme god.

However, given that the Rain God himself, the Tezcatlipoca, and the Huitzilopochtli acknowledge her as the Rain God, and considering that she is currently a subordinate deity of the Fifth Sun, Favia, her strength naturally reaches the level of the Third Sun, that is, a high-ranking god... It is normal for a Supreme Being of a pantheon to have subordinate deities. If Favia wanted to, summoning the Tezcatlipoca and the Quetzalcoatl would not be impossible.

Although they are all Sun, the Fifth Sun holds a higher status than the previous four Sun in the world and in the Americas, after all, it is the only one that commands the American Gods.

Next, for Mordred, who was completely immobilized, all that was needed for Tlaloc to do was to swing that whip-like weapon at Mordred's armor; there was no need to precisely target his Spirit Core, for its destructive power would send him directly back to the Throne of Heroes...