The Divine Right of a Certain Composite Anime

Aiwass carefully chose her words, explaining them in a way Roy could understand, lest she utter some higher-level language that would sound like noise to him.

"So, it's like the 'Severance of Heavens and Earth,' where mysteries receded, and the ancient gods returned to the heavens, separating from the mortal realm. This way, the heavens and the mortal realm would no longer have any connection, and this place is essentially like the heavens... or more accurately, the underworld."

Roy looked around at his surroundings, took a deep breath of the deathly scent, and shook his head.

"Precisely, Roy... So you must be careful. Since this place has already separated from the material world, it means the beings that can live here have transcended the material world. They are like true gods and demons. This is extremely dangerous for you!"

Aiwass's tone was unusually serious. She did not want Roy to be in any real danger.

"As that strange life form said, this is the outer realm of the world, the land of the dead, my kingdom, the 'Shadow Land' that no one should be able to enter or leave without my consent!"

"...Outworlder, no, I should say, person from another realm, why have you come to my domain, and why have you come to this world!"

"Zing------"

A tearing sound, like metal scraping against the atmosphere, reached him. Roy felt his scalp tingle at the back of his head. A deathly, cold aura permeated the back of his skull. He was certain that if he did nothing, his head would be smashed like a watermelon the next second!

The Campione's instinct for danger saved Roy's life. At the last possible moment, he jerked his head to the side. In his peripheral vision, he saw a streak of red, as if crossing space, pass by his cheek and embed itself straight into the dry earth in front of him.

Roy saw what that streak of red was. It was a spear radiating a demonic aura. In this dim, silent world, the dark red spear was alluring and captivating, stealing one's gaze and tearing at one's soul.

He touched his face with his hand. A wound remained there, blood slowly trickling from the split skin.

Quickly turning around, Roy saw that on the tall rock formation, a solitary, deep purple queen was gazing at him with arrogant and cold eyes.

Chapter 111: The Queen of the Shadow Land, Scathach

She was a queen that could only be described as 'purple.' She had long, dark purple hair with a reddish hue, smooth and lustrous like silk. Her pair of crimson eyes held a confident arrogance, yet within that arrogance, they rippled like water, like the autumn reflections on a lake.

Her eyes alone were enough to inspire awe, but as one's gaze moved down, a sense of regret arose. It was because this extremely charming woman wore a mask covering the lower half of her face, preventing anyone from glimpsing the beauty that could invigorate even the deathly silent air around them.

The woman was tall and shapely, with a voluptuous figure. She wore a purple, form-fitting bodysuit that could be described as provocative. The bodysuit was made of leather in the crucial areas, while the rest was semi-transparent silk gauze. One could even faintly see a protrusion on her curves, which Roy marveled at.

This outfit was very revealing, yet it concealed everything, leaving Roy unsure whether to describe it as bold and unrestrained or conservative and cautious.

But she was undoubtedly a woman with innate nobility, aloof and high above, yet with a peculiar gentleness emanating from her core.

That's right. Although the woman before him had an arrogant and cold expression, Roy detected a trace of tenderness, like that of a friendly older sister, within that coldness.

"Shadow Land?"

Although Roy was stunned by the beauty of this partially veiled woman, he dared not relax his vigilance. That spear earlier had carried genuine killing intent. If he hadn't been strong enough to dodge it, his head would have been shattered by now.

"Queen Scathach of the Shadow Land?"

Roy had diligently studied myths and history in the Campione world. Upon seeing the scarlet spear and learning that this was the Shadow Land, he had already determined the identity of the woman before him.

Of course, the most crucial factor was that Roy had found information about this woman from his memories of his previous life. Therefore, although he used a question, his expression and tone were quite certain.

During my previous battle with Athena, I felt a lack of martial skill and had the thought of finding a teacher to guide me. I recall that in mythology, Scathach was a warrior queen of the Shadow Land who taught many Celtic heroes. She herself is an excellent teacher.

But I just had the thought of finding a teacher, and it was realized not long after. This luck is a bit too heaven-defying!

Roy's gaze flickered to his right hand. At this moment, he had already guessed the cause and effect.

All of this must be related to the mysterious space in his right hand that caused him to transmigrate, that strange 'ship.' Roy clearly remembered that both of his transmigrations were achieved through wishes. He couldn't quite recall his first wish in his dream, but it was definitely related to transmigration.

And the second time he made a wish in the mysterious space he named the 'God Ascension Stairway,' he had a clear consciousness. His wish was precisely to 'go to a world where I can become stronger,' and then he went to the Campione world and truly became stronger rapidly.

I don't fully understand the mechanism of that mysterious space, but thinking about it now, it should be related to wishes. My wish during the battle with Athena might have somehow activated this mysterious space again.

Roy knew he had probably wronged Lady Aisha. The true cause of Lady Aisha's Authority's turmoil was likely the mysterious object in his right hand. It used Lady Aisha's Authority as a medium to help him fulfill his wish.

However, although he had found the best teacher for his martial arts, his wish had been granted, but it wasn't fulfilled because finding a teacher doesn't mean they'll be willing to teach you!

Just like when Roy transmigrated to the Campione world, although it was a world where he could become stronger quickly, how to become stronger still depended on himself. If Roy hadn't succeeded as a Campione, it would have been useless.

This means that the way this mysterious space fulfills wishes is by providing all the conditions, but it doesn't directly achieve the result; you need to work hard to complete it yourself.

Thinking of this, Roy became even more curious about this mysterious space. What was its true purpose? Who created it? Such questions arose in his mind.

However, Roy quickly pushed them aside for the moment, as he was facing a greater crisis.

The proud, deep purple queen's slender, sharp eyebrows twitched slightly upon hearing Roy's words. She spoke in a voice that was exceptionally ancient, as clear as jade, yet tinged with lonely coldness: "...To be able to think of an unknown person like myself after hearing 'Shadow Land.' It seems you are also a diligent scholar."

A hint of admiration was mixed in her lifeless yet pleasant voice.

Only a few people studied Celtic mythology, and it wasn't widely circulated. The most famous figure from Celtic mythology was King Arthur. For someone like Scathach, who wasn't described extensively in Celtic myths, knowing her name definitely indicated a deep study of mythology.

However, the queen of the Shadow Land then her expression darkened, and she questioned with a mixture of confusion and certainty: "...Outworlder, since you know of Scathach, the Queen of the Shadow Land, it implies that legends of Scathach also circulate in other realms. It seems that even worlds beyond this one have commonalities with the history and mythology of this world."

From Roy's single sentence, Scathach made many connections and felt a sliver of curiosity about that other world, which she herself could not observe or know.

Roy frowned. His biggest question now was--

"Why do you know I'm from another world?"

After arriving in the Shadow Land, Roy hadn't gone anywhere, done anything, or even said a word. Yet Scathach, at first glance, had confirmed he was from another world. This felt like cheating.

"This is the abyss of wisdom obtained by transcending humanity, slaying gods, and placing oneself outside the world. It is the 'Wisdom of the Demonic Realm.' I said this place is the Shadow Land, a place from which no one from this world can enter or leave without my consent. Yet you have broken this rule and appeared in the Shadow Land."

"...Then I can only infer that you are not from this world. Since alien existences and parallel worlds exist, then the existence of other worlds is not surprising. Indeed, I only asked you one question, and you yourself admitted it."

Scathach's eyes narrowed slightly, and a hint of a smile appeared in her wine-red pupils, reminding Roy of the phrase 'bright eyes like flowing water.' Even her lifeless voice gained a touch of liveliness.

Roy felt a bit depressed. Had he been tricked? Just like that, so easily?

"There's no need to worry or be sad. In fact, the 'Wisdom of the Demonic Realm' has already told me your true origin. Even if you don't admit it, even if you say nothing, I know everything. It's because you have a 'connection' with this world!"

Scathach spoke as if to comfort him. Beneath the proud queen's aloof demeanor, there was indeed a touch of tenderness that could intoxicate anyone.

At this moment, Roy also confirmed what resonated most with him: it was—wisdom!

Before, there was Solomon's Wisdom and Athena's Wisdom, and now there was the Wisdom of the Magic Mirror. He was drawn to wisdom!

"No matter what you, an outsider, intend to do in this world, it can only be determined by the spear in my hand. You carry the same aura as me. Although the gods you've slain are all false, I can't be fooled by the scent of a 'God Slayer'!"

Scathach clasped her hands loosely. In her jade hands, adorned with purple silk gloves, she held two blood-red spears. Her voice was sonorous, and her eyes blazed with fighting spirit.

The Celts never understood a person or a matter through words. The Celts understood the world in only one way—through slaughter and battle!

Chapter 112: Reaching the Divine Realm with a Mortal Body!

(In her lore, Scathach is an existence beyond the norm, described as having 'graduated from this world.' The reason she appears so weak in FGO is because that is her Servant body... The so-called Servant is influenced by fame and accomplishments. Scathach's accomplishments have long been buried in mythology and are unknown. Her fame in Celtic mythology is merely as a foil to Cú Chulainn. Since neither her accomplishments nor her fame are high, her Spirit Base is naturally not high. It's normal for her Servant body to be inferior to Gilgamesh, let alone Servants with the Holy Grail.)

(It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Scathach's true form is one of the strongest existences in the Type-Moon World.)

A hint of cold light arrived first, then the spear thrust like a dragon!

Roy remembered when he was an ordinary person, playing games with friends in a group chat. They would always laugh and chant nonsensical lines. Back then, Roy just felt the line was full of imposing energy and looked cool, without any other deeper feelings.

But now, Roy truly understood the profound meaning conveyed by that magnificent phrase.

After finishing her words, Scathach leaped up nimbly without warning. Her posture was agile, like a dragon emerging from the sea. The two demonic spears in her hands danced with the wind, as if intending to overturn the world.

The night was starless, candlelight shed no tears, cups were raised and refilled, drowning sorrows, the drizzling snow, the whistling cold wind, swords danced in the sky, spears thrust like dragons!

Retreat, retreat, retreat, retreat, retreat!

Roy was caught completely off guard and could only retreat repeatedly. Only by doing so could he barely avoid injury amidst the tempest, though his movements were clumsy.

"Outsider, I don't care what brings you to this world. I only need to see your courage!"

The arrogant, solitary queen shouted sternly, her beautiful eyes wide. Her wine-red pupils blazed with chilling fighting spirit and killing intent. This cold fighting spirit and killing intent, combined with the deathly aura of the surrounding 'Shadow Land,' made Roy's entire body shiver, as if he had fallen into a frozen hell.

If the previous Scathach had given Roy the impression of a deep, unforgettable, ultimate tenderness hidden beneath her pride, then the current Scathach had completely shed that tenderness, transforming into a true weapon of the battlefield. Amidst the surging blood and exhilarating glory, she wielded her spear to battle the enemy, sharing the ultimate pleasure found in combat.

Whether it was the enemy's blood or her own, whether it was the enemy's severed arm or her own shattered bone, all of it could plunge one into a frenzied excitement. This was the bloodlust and slaughter of the Celts.

As the saying goes, prolonged defense inevitably leads to a lapse. Moreover, Roy's evasive maneuvers were completely without pattern. After desperately dodging Scathach's spear strikes a few times purely based on his nerve reflexes and bodily functions, Roy's footwork finally faltered for a moment. His center was exposed, and Scathach found an opening.

For a monster like Scathach, who had slain countless gods, demons, and spirits, and whose victims numbered in the thousands, this opening was a fatal threat.

Her right hand's spear pushed aside Roy's arm, while her left hand's spear transformed into a red streak, easily piercing Roy's right shoulder.

"Ugh—wah—"

Roy groaned in pain. The agony of being pierced sent his Magic Power roaring. Then, a vast amount of Magic Power erupted from his body, transforming into a pure magical strike. With a thunderous roar, the ground beneath him was blasted into a large pit by the surging Magic Power. However, Scathach had already withdrawn her spear and executed a beautiful backflip before Roy's Magic Power could even flow, landing steadily back on the rock she had previously occupied.

"Hiss... That hurts..."

Roy gasped, glancing at his right shoulder. It was already a bloody mess, with blood gushing out. His forehead bulged with veins from the pain, and his right hand trembled slightly.

During his battles in the God Slayer world, he had defeated powerful enemies like Marquis Voban and Athena. However, in both of those battles, Roy hadn't sustained significant injuries. The fight with the Marquis had only left him somewhat exhausted, and although he was covered in blood fighting Athena, that was merely due to capillary rupture, which didn't cause much pain.

But this time was different. He had genuinely been impaled by a spear, leaving a large hole in his body. Moreover, that demonic spear seemed to possess a peculiar demonic nature, making the wound it inflicted excruciatingly painful, to the point of making his soul tremble.

At this moment, Roy felt an inexplicable fear.

He was just an ordinary person. In his more than twenty years as an ordinary person, he had never even undergone surgery, let alone experienced the pain of broken limbs. In his fifteen years in A Certain Magical Index, though he lived in poverty, he had never been seriously injured. And in the God Slayer world, except when fighting Michael, where the overwhelming pain had numbed his pain receptors, he had gained strength afterward and never again suffered an injury that he couldn't endure.

But now, for the first time, he experienced what extreme pain was, what a terrible wound was.

From Roy's life experience, it was clear that he was merely an ordinary person living in a modern, peaceful society. He was neither a soldier who had seen battle nor an assassin who had undergone rigorous training in the shadows. Becoming a God Slayer had strengthened his body, but it could not strengthen his will.

Because a person's will is the symbol of the strong, the most powerful force of humanity, a realm that can only be broken through by oneself!

'She is not a god!'

Roy was certain of this. Scathach was definitely not a god. If she were a god, then as a God Slayer, Roy would have fallen into the fervor of the Child of the Fool without intentionally suppressing it, perhaps even forgetting what fear was.

But now, Roy felt fear, just like Annie Charlton did not long ago. This indicated that Scathach was not a god; in fact, she was a God Slayer like Roy.

As a fellow God Slayer, Roy could see the curses emanating from the gods on Scathach's graceful, lithe, and exquisitely feminine body. This was proof of the gods' fear due to her having slain too many of them.

Furthermore, the gods she had slain were incomparable to the Disobedient Gods Roy had killed.

True gods were like information on a 'Throne,' while Disobedient Gods were merely avatars of this information. The relationship between gods and Disobedient Gods was similar to that between Heroic Spirits and Servants. However, because gods were of a higher rank than Heroic Spirits, Disobedient Gods were also much stronger than Servants.

The gods Roy and other God Slayers killed were merely Disobedient Gods. They could not affect the 'Throne' of the gods in mythology. This was why, in the God Slayer world, even if you killed a Disobedient God, that Disobedient God might reappear later, or even kill the same god, as Marquis Voban and Lady Aisha did.

This was simply because the death of a Disobedient God was merely a return to the 'Throne,' not the true death of a god. As long as the information of the god in mythology remained, these gods could continue to descend.

But Scathach was entirely different. The gods she had slain were true gods located on the 'Throne.' She, a mere mortal, had overthrown gods from their thrones, killed them completely, leaving not a trace—a true God Slayer.

Why were there no records of Scathach slaying numerous gods? It was because gods erased from the 'Throne' had their existence extinguished. Mythology would naturally have gaps, making it impossible for them to be passed down in the mortal world!

Reaching the divine realm with a mortal body, Roy now understood what a terrifyingly powerful enemy Scathach was. She had truly reached the limit with her mortal body, slaying gods with unparalleled martial skill, reaching the 'pinnacle of humanity,' even stepping halfway into the realm of 'Demon Gods'—an ultimate powerhouse.

'No wonder her Shadow Land is already located outside the world. If an expert like her were to enter the material world in her true form, one spear thrust would nearly pierce the entire material world!'

The more Roy understood Scathach's true power, the more his heart palpitated and his spirit felt heavy.

Facing such a powerful being was not something he should be doing at this moment!

The so-called 'outside of the world' could be interpreted according to Eastern Taoist theory as being beyond the Three Realms and outside the Five Elements.

"Is this all? Outsider! Where is your courage? Where is your strength! Mere pain makes your hands powerless, mere powerful enemies make your heart fear. If you cannot show me your courage and strength, then let me take your life here!"

Scathach spoke with a tone of disappointment, even despair.

She had finally met a living person, an exception, in this uninhabited Shadow Land. She had finally met a visitor from another world whom even her 'Wisdom of the Demonic Realm' couldn't fully comprehend. She had finally met someone like herself, an apostate cursed by all gods for slaying deities. These threefold joys, Scathach had thought, would revitalize her once barren and desolate heart. But now, it seemed the other party didn't meet her standards, leaving her utterly disappointed.

Since he couldn't satisfy her body, she would kill him here!

Chapter 113: I am the King, I am the Overlord, I am the one who slays gods!

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"Satisfy me, outsider!"

Scathach was serious.

Roy was certain of this. If he couldn't satisfy her, the Queen of the Shadow Land would surely kill him here.

Scathach was a powerhouse on the same level as Roy's father, Aleister Crowley. Scathach had the ability to kill Aleister with a single spear, and at the same time, Aleister had the ability to shatter Scathach with a single shot.

However, regardless of who it was, these were not opponents Roy could handle. They were both at the pinnacle of humanity, extremely close to the 'Demon God' realm.

One was an ultimate mage who could have become a 'Demon God' but chose not to, and the other was the most powerful warrior who had reached the realm of gods with unparalleled martial arts. No matter which world they were in, beings like Aleister and Scathach would be those who commanded attention, who drew gazes, and who were shining figures that no one dared to ignore.

I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm definitely going to die!!

Scathach wasn't using her full strength. No, to say nothing of full strength, Scathach's current combat could only be described as slightly serious. If the Queen of the Shadow Land were to truly use her full power, Roy believed he wouldn't even be able to withstand a single move before turning to ash.

'If only she could really use her full strength. At least then I'd have a chance to die with her...'

Roy bit his teeth, letting blood flow from the corner of his mouth. He had never experienced such a heavy, despair-inducing killing intent. The aura emanating from Scathach was a murderous intent that could be described as a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, with piles of white bones. This killing intent alone made Roy's teeth chatter and his soul tremble in fear.

How many people had this woman killed!!

It wasn't that the gap between Roy and Scathach was so vast that he couldn't even withstand her killing intent. The main reason was that Roy's will wasn't as strong as imagined. In a way, he was just a nouveau riche who had suddenly gained immense power as an ordinary person, and he hadn't experienced a true test of death.