Beast Lord

"Naturally, it's to return to the distant past and become the sole master of this world!"

Romani's answer completely stunned Helena Blavatsky. She could roughly understand Edison's thoughts from Thomas Edison previous discussion. The idea of cutting out of this dimension and living as a being like the Throne of Heroes was also an option, allowing humanity here to survive.

But now, according to this claim from who knows who, even the Throne of Heroes is doomed!

"If I'm not mistaken, this influence should have already begun to extend beyond the world, it's just uncertain who can come forward to prove it."

"I can vouch for you." The unfamiliar voice spoke again, and Helena and the others looked to the other side, where they saw a sexy woman holding a long spear.

The creature landed in front of them, its eyes darting between them before finally settling on Ritsuka Fujimaru: "You're Mephistopheles's companions, aren't you?"

"Yes, may I ask who you are?"

"Scáthach." Her simple self-introduction caused Romani to exclaim in surprise again, "The Queen of the Land of Shadows? Cú Chulainn's teacher! Why is she here this time?!"

"The Queen of the Land of Shadows? You said you could prove it, how do you intend to prove it?" Helena wasn't surprised; she simply looked at this legendary figure and asked.

"I am proof of that I shouldn't have been summoned as a Servant, because I didn't die, and I didn't intend to demote myself. So why was I summoned?" Scáthach asked.

Helena fell into deep thought regarding Scáthach's question, while Ritsuka Fujimaru, recalling past experiences, asked with a puzzled look, "So, the last time Artemis came down, it was actually because she chose to be demoted?"

"Artemis is a goddess, and gods cannot be summoned. She descended because she suppressed herself to the level of Heroic Spirit." Scáthach glanced at Ritsuka Fujimaru, somewhat surprised. "So Artemis descended during the last crisis?"

"Just a few times before, Artemis came down once, but judging from her appearance, she probably came to play with Mephistopheles," Ritsuka Fujimaru said honestly. There was no need to hide these things; they weren't secrets.

Upon hearing this answer, Scáthach showed a hint of interest. "So she came down to find someone to play with... In the legends of Age of Gods Greece, Artemis and Mephistopheles were very close, and now it seems that the legend is indeed true."

Both Ritsuka Fujimaru and Mash Kyrielight gave him strange looks upon hearing this. They exchanged a glance but said nothing.

That's not just a very good relationship, it's so good that we're practically inseparable.

However, Helena Blavatsky remained focused on the present matter. After a moment's thought, she looked at Scáthach: "You mean, you who were alive, who could already be called a god, suddenly became a dead being summoned?"

"That's right. The original Land of Shadows and I were rejected by the world and lingered outside of it. According to what you just said, we were similar to the Throne of Heroes. However, due to the problems in Human History, the Land of Shadows was destroyed and became a land of the dead. I also went from being alive to being dead, and that's when I was summoned."

This answer made Helena Blavatsky's expression extremely ugly. If what the other party said was true, then her plan was a joke, a real joke.

Even if this world were to become an isolated island adrift in dimensions, it could not escape the fate of destruction!

At this moment, Romani pressed his advantage. "Destruction is just the beginning, because once the mastermind's goal is achieved, all destruction will cease to exist, including any trace of its existence. Everything will start anew, and according to the mastermind's will, from the very beginning of the planet's birth, history will slowly unfold according to his wishes."

"So, in reality, they don't even have the right to live, let alone leave a tombstone after death, or even the right to leave behind a single molecule!"

This is not an exaggeration; it is the truth. This possibility has been discussed ever since we learned of Goetia's purpose. As for why we weren't so nervous, it's simply because we have enough trump cards up our sleeves.

To allow a dictatorial king to lead humanity through this era—the ideals of exiles, no, whatever those ideals may be, have become a joke. Helena Blavatsky's mind is now completely blank; she doesn't know how to think.

She took a deep breath and immediately turned to leave. "I'm going to find Wang and tell him what happened!"

"It's unnecessary," Scáthach said, stopping her. "It's no longer needed."

Helena Blavatsky turned to Scáthach, her eyes serious. "What do you mean? Are you saying it doesn't matter if the world is destroyed and humanity ceases to exist?"

"No, I just mean, just wait. The people who can handle things have already set off. It won't be long before all the Servants return to their Throne of Heroes, and history will return to its original state."

Looking at Scáthach's confidence, Helena Blavatsky couldn't understand where her confidence came from, but for Ritsuka Fujimaru and the others, they immediately understood what was going on.

Ritsuka Fujimaru quickly asked, "Mephistopheles is already gone?!"

"Yes, it's all in the past."

Upon hearing this answer, Ritsuka Fujimaru panicked and immediately pulled out her camera, asking Helena Blavatsky, "Excuse me, may I take a picture?!"

Helena Blavatsky was stunned. Shouldn't the focus be on saving the world? Why take pictures?

"Helena Blavatsky, the founder of the Theosophical Society, are you kidding me? What old woman would support a king? Support a dictatorship? If she really is the Theosophical Society founder I know, the most likely thing she would do in the Type-Moon World is to get everyone to the level of the Third Magic."

"So, where exactly did Helena and the Theosophical Society in this Type-Moon World stray from? Does the concept of Infinite Thought, as I know it, still exist? Is the definition of God in all the doctrines I know—that God is correct, yet only one aspect of God—still valid?"

Mephistopheles, seeing everything from Black Jeanne's perspective, was utterly exasperated by the young Magecraft.

In the history of mysticism, Helena Blavatsky is a very important figure, especially for her ideas of Infinite Thought. If placed in a world called Marvel, she would be called an omnipotent universe.

According to this theory, humanity can reach this level, and everyone can become an omnipotent, universe-level being.

And now, the Helena from the Type-Moon World that appeared before her eyes was actually this kind of person—a woman who supported Thomas Edison's dictatorship and whose mind was filled with nothing but the desire for a king?!

Thinking of this, Mephistopheles took a deep breath, suppressing the helplessness that filled his mind.

"Oh right, it seems Ritsuka and the others haven't finished their photo-taking mission yet. Let's slow down a bit and take a look around to see what's going on here. Once they've finished taking photos, we can go and steal the Holy Grail and restore the world as soon as possible."

With that thought in mind, Mephistopheles continued walking forward.

This time, however, he moved much slower, as if he were admiring the scenery.

However, Mephistopheles had only gone a short distance when someone appeared in front of him and blocked his way!

It was a man with dark skin and a slightly thin frame that made him look somewhat frail. His cold gaze was fixed on Mephistopheles, showing no sign of carelessness. The longbow in his hand was already nocked an arrow, ready to be released at any moment.

"Who are you?" the visitor asked.

Mephistopheles looked at the other person without being nervous; he could tell that this person was a follower.

"And who are you? Shouldn't you introduce yourself before asking someone a question?"

The man came here after sensing a powerful magical fluctuation, only to find many places damaged. Following the path, he found the mysterious person walking towards his camp.

Looking at the mysterious man, the man said in a deep voice, "Arjuna."

"Arjuna?" Mephistopheles was taken aback. Of course he knew who Arjuna was—a figure in Hindu mythology, the protagonist of Mahabharata, the son of Indra, the god of storms. If we were to introduce a concept, then Arjuna was Indra himself, Indra's reincarnation.

The person blocking his way was none other than Arjuna, as a Servant.

Thinking of this, Mephistopheles immediately became certain of one thing: this must also be a modified Arjuna. Otherwise, given the restrictions on the summoning of gods in the Type-Moon World, Arjuna would not be able to descend unless he voluntarily did so.

Of course, some weaklings are not included in this category.

But the Hindu pantheon is no weakling!

"Arjuna? You can call me Mephistopheles. Are you trying to stop me from finding Cú Chulainn?" Mephistopheles asked.

"Mephistopheles?" He searched his mind for the name but found nothing useful. He frowned slightly and raised his bow. "You can leave now, or you will die!"

"I haven't fought anyone from the Indian faction yet. Since you want to fight, then come on!" Mephistopheles stepped forward, slightly raising his head. "Give it your all, or you'll lose in an instant!"

Chapter 186 Beast Lord

Arjuna, a hero in mythology, has a strategist Krishna is an avatar of Vishnu, one of the Trimurti. Krishna was originally there to guide Arjuna, so there's no need to worry too much about him being too powerful.

If this were the world of A Certain Magical Index, Mephistopheles would have to worry that bringing out a monster with such a title might cause other avatars of Vishnu to escape and lead to the collapse of the world. But this is the Type-Moon World, so Mephistopheles has no worries at all.

Arjuna, though not enraged by Mephistopheles's words, did not hesitate to shoot his arrow.

Even with just a regular strike, he was confident he could take down many enemies.

Not to mention, this guy in front of me is just a human!

Under such a powerful attack, there is only one outcome: death!

He could clearly sense that this human with Servant traits was just as physically fragile as an ordinary person!

"Boom!"

The swiftly fired arrow struck its target, accompanied by a roar and a cloud of dust.

As the smoke cleared, a figure stood out amidst the dust. Mephistopheles was unharmed, and even his clothes were perfectly clean, as if the attack had had no effect whatsoever.

Upon seeing this, Arjuna's eyes widened slightly. For a moment, Arjuna even wondered if he was hallucinating and if what he was seeing was an illusion.

Otherwise, how could such a fragile human being stand there after being struck by his own weapon, without even a single wrinkle in his clothes?!

Just as Arjuna was filled with doubt, Mephistopheles spoke again, "Are you now willing to use your full strength?"

Arjuna was silent for a moment, then raised his head slightly with a touch of pride. He felt a fire burning within him, and he felt his excitement.

Faced with such a powerful opponent, Arjuna finally became serious this time. He gathered immense power in his hands, a violent magical force that represented destruction!

Mephistopheles felt such immense power, but instead of being afraid, he showed interest.

"Is this feeling related to a spell or a treasure related to Shiva? Hmm, or perhaps Noble Phantasm? If we're talking about mythology, it should be Beast Lord artifact bestowed by Shiva. If I could get my hands on it and study it, maybe I could channel Shiva's power down when I perform a Father God summoning..."

Mephistopheles thought to himself, and gently raised his right hand. On his right hand, a gold ring emitted a faint light.

"The Destroyer God's Hand Shadow!"

The power of destruction descended with Arjuna's roar, and the power called "Liberation" frantically assaulted Mephistopheles. It represented Shiva's judgment of the world, but this judgment was now compressed onto a single target, Mephistopheles alone.

In this trial, the person being judged will be "released," and as soon as they are "released," they will die—a so-called instant-death attack.

At the same time, after sensing the special nature of Mephistopheles, this force not only did not weaken over time, but actually strengthened in a short period of time!

This change startled Arjuna for a moment, then he asked, "Are you the son of God?"

The so-called "son of God" does not refer to Jesus, but rather to beings who possess divine blood, such as Gilgamesh and Heracles, who possess divinity because of their divine lineage.

"I don't have divine blood, I only possess divinity."

"My Destroyer God's Hand Shadow, if the target possesses divinity, its power will increase. Even if it cannot kill you, it will greatly reduce your abilities!"

As Arjuna spoke, the violent energy that had been swirling around Mephistopheles finally dissipated, and a faint light enveloped Mephistopheles. Divine runes surrounded him, completely blocking this fatal curse!

The inscription on the Solomon's Ring represents the Holy Lord!

If Mephistopheles hadn't been without the Eye of Horus to retaliate against this instant-death curse, letting Arjuna experience the delightful taste of instant death himself.

Seeing that Mephistopheles, despite possessing divinity, could withstand an imminent death, and that the special light surrounding him even blocked the weakening effect of the Destroyer God's Hand Shadow, Arjuna was both shocked and even more excited.

Encountering a formidable opponent is something he should be happy about!

Arjuna's eyes blazed with light, like the all-seeing eyes of an eagle. Magic gathered in his eyes, giving them true conceptual insight!

This is Clairvoyance!

At the same time, a powerful force emanated from his body, as if the world was tilting towards Arjuna. Blessings, good fortune, and all sorts of things surged toward Arjuna. At that moment, he stood there like the son of the world!

He was a hero favored by the gods, a divinely ordained son of God!

This also originates from mythology, a blessing from the Hindu gods!

In the blink of an eye, Arjuna's power had increased dramatically, and he had reached the strongest state he could achieve at this moment!

He raised his bow, nocked an arrow, and magic power gathered, transforming into a raging dragon of fire!

"The Fire God's Roar!!"

That was a gift from the god of fire to Arjuna, a magical artifact of the god of fire. And now, the violent power displayed on this bow and arrow also represents the terrifying ability of the god of fire to scorch the world!

This attack was Arjuna's strongest attack to date, a strike that combined all his strength. Even his opponent Karna would not be able to withstand it!

However, his proud strike did not achieve the desired effect, because a dazzling light emerged from his opponent's hand, like a ray of light in the darkness, and collided with his arrow!

It was a lightsaber that shimmered with starlight, its exact appearance impossible to discern; all that could be known was that it was a two-handed greatsword.

A surge of violent magic erupted from the sword, crushing the flames of the fire god and turning them into dust.

Gripping his longsword, Mephistopheles lightly moved his feet, and instantly shot out, breaking the sound barrier in an instant. With a loud bang, the lightsaber slashed towards Arjuna!

Wow, that's fast!

Arjuna was startled and quickly dodged. He could feel the terrifying power emanating from the sword; if he were struck, he would be cut in two!

He dared not be careless. While dodging, he quickly created distance and fired two more arrows, trying to stop the enemy's pursuit and create an opportunity to attack them better.

Even as an interception of the opponent's attack, the power of these two arrows should not be underestimated; they are even stronger and faster than his initial strike!

However, it was obvious that his speed was no match for his opponent's. The figure easily dodged the two arrows he had shot, and its speed did not decrease at all as it moved, continuing to rush towards him at an extremely fast speed.

The longsword in the opponent's hand once again emitted a dazzling light, and with a wave of his hand, a beam of light rushed towards him!

The power contained within that lightsaber was roughly equal to the power of the strongest arrow he had fired at the beginning!

With a dodge, he avoided the attack and watched as the lightsaber slammed into the ground not far away. With a roar, a large crater appeared in the ground, and inside the crater was molten lava that had turned red from being scorched by the high temperature!

Then, two more beams of light sword energy attacked. Arjuna hurriedly dodged again, but as he dodged, his escape speed began to decrease. In that small gap, he heard the sound of air being torn apart behind him.

It was the opponent's longsword that was attacking!

At this point, there was no way to avoid it!

Arjuna hastily raised his bow, trying to block the attack with his arrows. The light sword clashed with the bow, and the light that had condensed into a tangible form dissipated at that moment.

Just like trying to stop a stream of water, the lightsaber easily glided across the bow, and in the instant it passed, it solidified back into a physical sword!

"Boom!"