The Day the Gods Were Shot Down (Finale)

"Well, let's deal with the immediate problem first..."

Paris had already aimed his bow and arrow at the band of light directly above, declared—

"[The Shining Arrow of the Final Heaven (Troia Velos)!]"

A dazzling golden beam of light and a silver streak of light falling from the sky—two contrasting flashes of light—collided violently as they tore through the heavens!

The deafening explosion, seemingly capable of waking the entire city, gradually spread from the clouds.

Only--

"Lord Apollo, this joke has gone too far!"

Seeing the silver beam of light in the sky that had torn apart his Noble Phantasm and was still hurtling towards him without losing momentum, Paris's expression finally changed.

However, Apollo's expression remained relaxed.

"Hecate probably upgraded the mecha again; after all, it's not surprising that someone like her, a BBA who's lived this long, would learn a couple of tricks. Oh, and one more thing..."

If you don't take action soon, we might really be reduced to ashes!

"It's not a good sign if things deviate from the plan from the very beginning..."

Paris sighed upon hearing Apollo's words and began to connect with his Master.

"Master..."

"In the name of the Command Spell..."

The moment she heard her Servant's call, Caren, who was hiding in the nearby forest, raised her right hand to begin using Command Spell, but a sound from the other side distracted her.

"[The Durindana (fake)!]"

A golden javelin rose from the ground and collided with the silver beam of light.

After another deafening roar that exploded in the clouds, the terrifying silver beam of light finally turned into dust and scattered in all directions.

"Phew, I made it! That's great!"

Looking in the direction of the sound, Paris saw a young man with short, reddish-brown hair emerge from the forest and come into view.

If his memory serves him correctly, this young man should be his elder brother's son.

But...

Paris looked up at the now empty night sky, his thoughts becoming somewhat muddled.

Are all people in this era this terrifying?

"Ah, I saw that attack was about to land, so I instinctively reacted... I'm so glad I managed to block it."

Upon seeing Paris's astonished expression, Shirou offered this explanation.

"Actually, it was thanks to Mr. Paris's earlier attack that I was able to block the aftershocks after most of the power was neutralized. Besides, even that alone exhausted most of my magic power."

As he spoke, Shirou showed Paris his skin, which had become somewhat withered due to excessive magic consumption.

"Regardless, for a human to achieve this is truly..."

After hearing Shirou's explanation, Paris secretly wiped away a cold sweat.

"Speaking of which, why would you...?"

"If we continue catching up, Artemis's next attack is coming."

Paris, who was about to ask Shirou why he was there Apollo Paris him on the head.

"Maybe that old woman shortened the charging interval during the modification process."

"But if things develop as you suggest, our plan has no chance of succeeding."

Faced with the helpless Paris, Apollo could only look up at the sky.

"Well, we can only give it a try... Anyway, the return of the gods won't affect me much..."

"I knew it! You're such a siscon, you're hopeless now!"

Amidst the laughter, a massive figure, over two meters tall, appeared in everyone's sight.

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<The Undercover Agent>

Introduction:

"We clearly agreed on three years, then another three years, then another three years, and now it's almost been ten years, Chairman."

Zhang Buqing, a former legendary investigator, an immortal who travels through worlds, a lackey of an evil god, a remnant of Earth, and the most deeply hidden traitor, is currently meeting with the president of the Investigator Association on the rooftop.

"Hey, think about it. If a person has twenty-eight different personalities, that means he's acting out a drama with himself every morning, to the point that he forgets his true personality. Isn't that terrifying?"

He made deals with evil gods, traversed endless worlds, was two-faced, and moved between the Investigators' Association and evil gods. He himself had forgotten what kind of person he really was.

Give me a chance.

How can I give you a chance?

"I didn't have a choice before, but now I want to be a good person."

"Okay, talk to the president and see if she'll let you be the good guy."

"So you want me to die?"

"Excuse me, I'm an investigator."

"Yeah?"

Zhang Buqing looked at the investigator in front of him, took out a cigarette, and his expression remained unchanged.

The young investigator then collapsed to the ground.

"I'm sorry, but I'm also an investigator."

Chapter 422. The Day the Gods Were Shot Down (The Finale)

"I knew it! You're such a siscon, you're hopeless now!"

Along with the sound, a "giant" who was over two meters tall appeared in everyone's sight.

However, Apollo didn't seem surprised by the sudden appearance of this guy; he simply nodded slightly to the burly man.

"It's alright, it didn't disappoint me."

"Lord Apollo, who is this...?"

Just as Paris was about to ask the name of the strong man before him, Shirou beside him had already given the answer—

"Orion!"

"..."

Feeling like there was something stuck in his throat, Paris turned to Apollo for help, only to be delivered the final blow by his own god.

"That's right, he's that stinky bear."

"... Why?"

Paris felt he could still be saved.

"The reason this guy turned into that form is because he shared the same [Spirit Origin] with Artemis. Since his Spirit Origin was taken over by a god, he turned into that mascot-like appearance. Otherwise, do you think someone qualified to ascend to [Orion] would actually look like that stupid guy?"

Apollo's words made Paris nod subconsciously.

After all, according to mythology, Orion was elevated to a constellation thanks to Artemis.

"..."

Noticing the increasingly awkward atmosphere Paris quickly tried to salvage the situation.

"... Ahem, so how did Orion end up looking like this?"

"Artemis has already merged with the remnant machine; in a sense, she has become a god again, and naturally no longer needs to share Spirit Origin with this mascot."

Ignoring Orion, who was shouting "You're the mascot!" from the side, Apollo continued.

"Orion, no longer having his Spirit Origin occupied, naturally returned to his original form."

That famous Greece hunter, [Superman Orion].

Shirou nodded in agreement with Apollo's explanation. The shock of witnessing a bear doll transform into a two-meter-tall giant was indescribable; it took the Master from Chaldea quite a while to react.

"As for why things are only changing now, I guess they've already come to terms with it."

"What kind of awareness?"

"The resolve to shoot your lover with your own hands."

This time, it wasn't Apollo provided the answer.

When Orion noticed that everyone's attention was on him, he simply smiled and did not respond. He then shifted his gaze to Apollo on Paris's shoulder.

"You siscon, I need your help."

"What's up?"

"As the [God of Archery], you should be able to do it, forging arrows and such..."

As he spoke, Orion turned his gaze to Shirou beside him. "Young man, can you Projection that spear you used before again?"

"No problem."

Shirou nodded, and the golden spear reappeared in his hand.

A simple Projection wouldn't consume much magic power for Shirou, especially since it was his most familiar [Durandal].

"That's really impressive, young man."

After taking the spear from Orion and weighing it in his hand, he subconsciously sighed.

"It's already a creation comparable to the real thing; it's more than qualified as a bow and arrow to destroy damaged machines."

Apollo, who was standing nearby, also expressed his admiration.

"However, it will take some time before additional powers are granted..."

[Energy replenished, distance to shelling...]

As if deliberately targeting everyone, the moment Apollo's voice fell, even more terrifying magic gathered in the clouds.

"Please leave it to me."

Paris, the first to step forward, said this.

"Artemis's attacks can directly shatter Spirit Origin!"

Apollo on his shoulder reminded him.

"In my previous life, my wrong choices led to the destruction of Troy, and although I can no longer undo that mistake, at least now I can do my best to save this world from falling into the same trap..."

With a calm expression, Paris called out to his Master in his heart.

[Master, thank you for your help.]

"I see."

In the distance, Caren, having received the message from her Servant, once again raised her right hand, which was inscribed with Command Spell—

"In the name of the Command Spell, Assassin, unleash your Noble Phantasm!"

Facing the approaching beam of light like a tidal wave, Paris, feeling his magic rekindling within him, slowly drew his longbow—

"[The Shining Arrow of the Final Heaven (Troia Velos)!]"

The golden beam of light collided head-on with the silver band of light. However, compared to the last time, this time the Noble Phantasm lasted for less than half the duration.

"Master!"

[Once again in the name of the Command Spell, Assassin, unleash your Noble Phantasm!]

"[The Shining Arrow of the Final Heaven (Troia Velos)!]"