"Mortals, how dare you offend the divine throne!"
Odin's voice boomed like a great bell, intimidating all directions from atop his eight-legged steed.
When Emiya saw that the god could actually speak, he realized that Its posture on horseback was no different from what he had seen on the underground level not long ago.
The curved Spear of Destiny Gungnir in Its hand and Its single clear-glowing eye shone with a chilling brilliance in the dark, rainy night, standing out sharply amid the ghostly flames flickering in the eyes of the countless dead.
Compared to the silent counterfeit from before, Its aura was indeed stronger, but not overwhelmingly so. It was nowhere near the true wrath of a god as Emiya remembered it—power enough to make heaven and earth change color with every gesture.
This fake was somewhat more convincing, but it still fell far short. In Emiya's eyes, it was not the real thing.
By then, Jiu De Mayi had already charged to the front. She knocked aside the Yelman's saber wielded by the last dead man blocking the way, then killed him with a backhanded slash. The path to the divine throne lay completely clear.
Whoosh!
Emiya stepped forward and switched positions, firing a Pseudo-Noble Phantasm as though loosing an arrow. The dark cold weapon gleamed with icy light, yet even as it swept before Odin, the latter made no move.
Bang!
The Fantasy Collapse that should have flown straight at the divine throne unexpectedly struck some transparent barrier beforehand, producing a faint rebound. At the same time, Odin's figure briefly distorted in the air.
Only then came the thunder-surpassing explosion and the blazing fire shooting into the sky.
The rumbling shockwaves spread through the surroundings. Massive flames vaporized the curtain of rain, forming white mist that obscured