Type-Moon: A Little Opening Counts as an Opening?
Chapter 429

Chapter 429

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The reason it appeared in the form of Ritsuka is probably because it felt that Ritsuka Fujimaru was the most suitable vessel for it. In the end, no matter how powerful a type of god is, it is impossible for it to descend into this world without a suitable vessel. Otherwise, it would not have fought over the vessel.

It seems the Mother of the Black Goat took a liking to Ritsuka, intending to make her her ideal vessel, but Azathoth chose her instead. Now, Shabu had no choice but to accept it, after all... among the Cthulhu gods, the only one who dares to object without being punished is the One Who Is All in One.

To some extent, Yog was part of Azathoth's actions.

After all, Novia didn't understand why Yog had glanced at her at that moment. Was it because of Abi?

Novia shook her head and coughed twice. After all the Chaldea personnel in the control room were drawn to her presence, she finally spoke:

"Don't worry, don't be afraid, I'm here."

Everyone nodded subconsciously, after all, Novia's combat strength was indeed the most trustworthy at the moment.

The sources of the shadows within the body are incredibly diverse, originating from both the East and the West, and each one possesses considerable strength.

"I'm going to the Sixth Singularity now."

Novia looked through Sheba the shimmering light above Chaldeas. As the technical Consultant for the repair of Chaldeas, he was able to fully grasp Chaldeas's reaction. It seemed somewhat panicked, as if even Chaldeas itself had not anticipated the arrival of Azathoth.

Indeed, even if Chaldeas did have the opportunity to transform into a beast, it would be difficult for it to be on par with an existence of such stature.

"Chaldeas."

During the Spiritron Transfer, Novia tried to whisper.

Tell me, what do you plan to do after you take over this Planet?

The completed Chaldeas is equivalent to Earth itself, and therefore equivalent to an alien planet, and the Alien God is merely its executor.

Chaldeas did not react, which was natural, because in Chaldea, besides the old Director, only the 'half-dead' Daybit knew about it, and it was currently busy repairing Kirschtaria Wodime's body, intending to choose him as its countermeasure.

Although Chaldeas didn't say anything, he was still watching. During the Spiritron Transfer, Novia's body outline gradually became transparent, and her faint figure was reflected in the light-filled control room.

His hair was gently tossed about as if by a breeze. Then his body quickly vanished from the spot...

Ah, why was this human able to notice me the moment they entered Chaldea?

Such thoughts began to ripple through the mind of the 'alien,' causing Chaldeas to instinctively feel a sense of confusion.

In the end, what was he, and what was he doing all this for?

"It's finally done."

In that previous minor Singularity, in the basement where the India Love God resided, she stood with her arms crossed, gazing smugly at the blue inverse summoning circle before her.

After Novia promised to take her away but then disappeared without warning, Kama was lost for a while. She remembered a saying that the value of beauty lies in destruction, but this had gone wrong too quickly. In short, she was disappointed, and more disappointed.

However, the thought of a bright Future where she could be with Kavia every moment gave Love God a surge of power. Thus, the powerful Love God used the information she had gathered from Chaldea to create her own unique reverse summoning circle, which allowed her to project herself into that Chaldea.

Because he couldn't help but laugh just thinking about it, Kama laughed for several minutes, then controlled his expression for a few more minutes, and after taking a deep breath, he finally stepped onto the reverse summoning circle with apparent elegance.

"Chaldea! Kavia! I've arrived!"

The blue particles engulfed her.

In an instant, the darkness of the basement was replaced by another kind of darkness.

Is this what they call Chaldea? How strange... There's no trace of humans or any other creatures here.

This darkness gave Kama a strong sense of death, but she had not found any record of it in Chaldea's intelligence reports.

Rather than a facility for saving humanity, Kama felt this place was more like a void between the Underworld and the Present World realm, somewhat like the Underworld itself.

Even so, Kama carefully surveyed his surroundings before calling out.

"Hey, is anyone home? Deity has arrived!"

Then Kama felt a wind blowing.

"O Heterodox Faith Deity beast, what is your purpose in trespassing here?"

Blue flames emerged from the darkness, along with the captivating skull mask.

It was still in human form, yet its entire body was shrouded in shadow, as if it had been incorporated into the entire Underworld —an embodiment of death.

Amidst the layers of blurred vision, Kama sensed a concept of 'death,' a death that could undoubtedly be etched into the 'concept' of death.

"Ahhh, it's a misunderstanding! I didn't mean to wander into this place! It really is just a misunderstanding!!!"

Kama kept calling out and praying in his heart.

Run! We have to run now!

"You were born Deity, yet you were reduced to a beast by obstacles. Why did you burn only one person's Universe? God of love, your death—"

The Old Man of the Mountain made this assertion, and then a flash of silver light, a sharp yet loving wind, swept towards Kama, who was crouching in defense with his head in his hands.

The main reason is not that the Old Man of the Mountain could actually kill Kama, who is a beast, in one blow, but that Kama did not use the time to recover her power. Instead, she focused on researching the anti-summoning array. Therefore, her current power can be described as a broken beast Spirit Origin, which will take some time to repair.

However, Kama, faced with the Old Man of the Mountain's Pradyumna representing death, instinctively cried out—

"Aaaaaah, Kavia, come save me!"

That's enough.

Because the Old Man of the Mountain had already noticed this name, his ability to perceive the world's aura—which he had assimilated with—allowed him not only to sense, but also to hear and see the unusual phenomena he had witnessed in the past.

In the past, in that void, there lingered the aura of the one who had visited as the Princess of the Dead Apostle.

Therefore, the Old Man of the Mountain turned his body and threw out his large shield to block the attack he had just unleashed.

The moment the shield touched the wind, the wind vanished without a trace; there was no explosion, no shockwave, and not even a hint of Od.

"Hmm..."

Kama gently raised his head, looking somewhat bewildered at the Old Man of the Mountain was looking down at him with his eyes as dark blue flames.

She sensed a sudden, dramatic change in the attitude of the unknown being before her, but Kavia hadn't come... Could it be someone she knew? Perhaps Kavia was somewhere else, somewhere she didn't know what he was up to, maybe he went to play with the Goddess again?

Damn it, isn't India enough? They want other regions too...

I was shivering with anger and cold. As a mother, I couldn't allow this! Absolutely not!

Durga is annoying enough, how can there be more? And can't I create clones? Just say so, it's infuriating...

... Even the obstacle representing something can be so devoted to one thing, huh? So that's how it is. The Universe is one person, and one person is the Universe. Such love is indeed a manifestation of Deity. Although you are Heterodox Faith god and a beast, your heart seems to be very beautiful."

The Old Man of the Mountain raised his hand slightly and spoke in words that Kama could not understand at all.

"From the very beginning, the original reason has been revealed at this moment; the light of our salvation has already manifested in you, you beast of Heterodox Faith love."

Chapter 452. Elder Brother.

"You..."

The summer sun blazed down on the bare, yellow earth, and Gale swept across this vast land that seemed to overwhelm humankind.

The sand came from the wind, and the heat steamed everything in Novia's view, whether it was the endless desert or the figure slowly walking in the sandstorm. Perhaps because they were some distance away at the beginning and were in the sandstorm, the figure's tone was very calm.

But--

Hmm...?

After seeing the face clearly, the figure made a sound of disbelief from under the veil, blinking involuntarily.

Hassan of the Zealot is thinking.

Why was it that, under these circumstances, I failed to immediately recognize my inappropriate behavior and instead acted so carelessly?

Does this mean my Faith is still impure? That shouldn't be the case.

"Oh, it's you. Well, you are, after all, one of Hassan's."

Given that she Assassin who appeared in the Holy Grail War in the snowfield and partnered with Altrouge Brunestud, who was Dead Apostle, it's not surprising that she appears in the Sixth Singularity, Zhon. After all, among the original three factions, there were Hassans, who belonged to the Mountain People.

"I am terrified. My strength is not up to the level of you Hassan. After all, I failed to recognize you at first glance. Such a mistake cannot be made up for even if I die a million times."

Hassan of the Zealot's face was filled with self-reproach, an expression of utter hatred for herself.

At the same time, she whispered words of self-reproach, and her body began to kneel. In the end, her kneeling was not successful, and the Od emanating from Novia lifted her up.

"Alright, alright, let's talk about it first. Are you from the Sun King or the Mountain People?"

"... Ah, of course, since it's your word, it must be legitimate and reasonable."

Hassan of the Zealot scratched her face in embarrassment. "However, I've only been here for three days and don't know who the Sun King is. I'm very sorry, please punish me. As for the Mountain People, it's a familiar name; they do exist in this era, but I don't know anything about them right now."

As if out of fear, the girl's voice lowered slightly.

After a few seconds of silence...

She slowly lowered her head again.

"Now, I am acting under the orders of Charlemagne, the progenitor of Western Europe. This place is his territory, and is known by the locals as the Land of the End."

"Charlemagne?"

Was it Ramesses II, Charlemagne appeared?

However, given Charlemagne's personality, it's unlikely he would have his neck chopped off by the Old Man of the Mountain, and sand and sandstorms are probably beyond his control.

Hassan of the Zealot didn't seem bothered by Novia's surprise at all, and continued to speak clearly and forcefully.

"Charlemagne himself was seriously injured and unable to leave the Holy City's territory. These sands were manifested by the will of this land, and he simply entrusted me with finding as many untainted people as possible to enter the Holy City's territory."

"'Defile'..."

Novia reached out and touched the sand on the ground. Originally, Hassan of the Zealot wanted to scoop some up for him when she saw him like this, but she couldn't keep up with his speed, so she had to give up. After Novia touched the sand, the sandstorm in front of him stopped, revealing the earth with a textured line as the dividing line.

"This is it."

On one side was a vast, seemingly endless desert, and on the other was black earth tinged with red. Green, murky sap dripped from the branches growing there, and whenever the sap hit the ground, it would ignite a white fire.

"Yes, it's something that evokes utter disgust. I've never seen or even heard of such a thing before. I'm very sorry..."

Although Hassan of the Zealot's voice was very calm, her heart was pounding fiercely.

She found it strange, too. The time they spent together during the Holy Grail War in the Snowfield was too short, but... now, for some reason, it felt like she had been blessed by the Deity through years of prayer, as if the gods had been disappointed in another person and therefore chose her.

"Charlemagne said that the Richard the Lionheart, who originally occupied Jerusalem, probably no longer exists, or if he still does, he is likely corrupted."

"The Richard the Lionheart?"

Novia frowned upon hearing the name.

Did the Goddess Rhongomyniad simply not appear, or was there no one who knew anything about her? The reason Novia cared about her was simple: theoretically, the Goddess Rhongomyniad possessed a true Holy Grail, the very Holy Grail into which Jesus had placed his own blood.

Most of the Holy Grail in the Holy Grail War are fake Od crystals. If the real Holy Grail appears and is used by Azathoth, such a collision of elements might allow Novia to transcend the Universe and manifest on Earth Human Order Incineration.

Novia sensed that the Knights of the Round Table the Knights of the Round Table, who had appeared with her, might not have turned on each other due to differing ideologies before she captured them all, including the Lion King, just like the Servant and humans who had been captured by Nyarlathotep's avatar in the Americas.

In other words, does this mean I might have to deal with all the Knights of the Round Table plus the Lion King? That's quite interesting.

"Oh, it's your older brother?"

Just then, a voice came from behind, an old voice from the Far Eastern Holy City.

Along with this, red Rose, generated by Od, were spread on the ground, as if guiding Novia's path.

"Looks like, Carl, you're badly injured."

Upon hearing this aged voice, Novia understood perfectly well that the current 'Charlemagne' should be called 'Carl,' and that he was more of a king than a knight.

"Well, it's alright, it's just that I couldn't save that Richard kid..."

Novia originally planned to go directly to Jerusalem, but since Carl has come to see her, she, as his Brother-in-Law, should go and check on him.

When Hassan of the Zealot and Novia arrived at the Mobile Holy City, about ten minutes had passed.

Because it was located on a sea of sand, the white City appeared even whiter, but this was merely an illusion created by the contrast. Mobile Holy City seen in the Snowfield Holy Grail, this Mobile Holy City seemed somewhat fragile, which also reflected Carl's current weakness as the summoner.

"Would you like to come in together next time?"

Hassan of the Zealot suddenly shouted.

As two religions that originated from the same source but were born in different regions, they should theoretically be like brothers. However, since their inception, they have become enemies. It is truly inappropriate for someone like me to obey the orders of the king from the west.

However, I can only be summoned by chance, one out of two or three occasional occurrences.

In this situation, how could Charlemagne an adult as "brother"?

No, I'm thinking about too many things; I feel like my brain can't keep up.

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