Metatron raised his Holy Light Blade to meet the attack, blocking half of the arrows that were aimed at him.
But her light blade shattered the moment it came into contact with the rain of arrows.
The golden meteor pierced through the holy light and struck her body.
More than a dozen of the seventy-two wings were pierced on the spot.
And the half that was shot at Arcueid.
Arcueid attempts to construct a defense by Marble Phantasm.
But her planet's resources have been exhausted.
The material barrier collapsed in less than a second.
Nearly a hundred golden meteors struck simultaneously.
"Well--!"
Arcueid's body was engulfed by a rain of arrows.
The golden light shone in the void for a full three seconds.
After the light faded.
Arcueid's body was covered with penetrating wounds.
The True Ancestor's regenerative abilities were operating at full capacity, but nearly a hundred arrow wounds, each containing the Twelve Labors and the blessings of the chief god, were suppressing her regeneration.
Her regeneration rate couldn't keep up with the rate at which the wound was expanding.
"A decent strike."
Arcueid's voice was breathless.
She struggled to stand up straight.
But my legs are trembling.
"But,"
She looked up.
The second wave of arrows is already on its way.
Heracles gave her no chance to catch her breath.
The second round of Shooting a Hundred Gods.
The golden meteor engulfed Arcueid once again.
This time, she couldn't stand up.
After being pierced by nearly a hundred divine arrows in two rounds, the True Ancestor's regenerative ability finally reached its limit.
Arcueid's body transformed into golden particles of light and vanished into the void.
A few seconds later.
Spectator area.
The golden light particles reassembled.
Arcueid's figure reappeared.
It's intact, but its expression isn't very pleasant.
"We actually lost..."
She brushed her hair aside, a hint of resentment in her bloodshot eyes.
"That man is pretty strong."
Metatron was Shooting a Hundred Gods who pierced more than a dozen of his wings. He retreated to the direction of the lunar debris belt and was barely maintaining flight.
She was at a disadvantage.
It's almost entirely defensive.
Heracles's attacks were closing in.
And just then...
Mash has finished Holy Sword Loading.
Mash's shield began to transform again.
The cannon barrel extends.
The cannon was pointed at Heracles.
Heracles!
Her voice echoed in the void.
Heracles turned his head.
I saw the cannon muzzle.
I saw blue-white light gathering inside the cannon muzzle.
Then he saw another person.
Atalanta.
She appeared somewhere between Mash and Heracles without anyone noticing.
The Bow of the Firmament has been drawn to its fullest extent.
Two-tone Machine God patterns burned on the bow.
She struck before Mash could launch her attack.
The third time.
Phoebus Catastrophe.
But this time...
Atalanta's hands trembled slightly.
Because she sensed it.
His own Spirit Origin was wailing.
After casting two Phoebus Catastrophe, her Spirit Origin base was nearing its limit.
This is the third time.
Regardless of the outcome, one's own Spirit Origin will overload and collapse.
perish together.
She had this premonition long ago.
From the moment Mukuro Hoshimiya strengthened her, she vaguely sensed the price of this power.
The protection of the Twin Gods in the Lostbelt doesn't come for free.
Each summoning of a true god's body consumes energy that erodes her Spirit Origin.
First time. Second time.
Cracks are accumulating in the Spirit Origin.
The third time.
He will die.
Atalanta closed her eyes.
Then open your eyes.
There was no hesitation in her green eyes.
The children in the kindergarten.
A little girl with pigtails.
A little boy crying for a hug.
If they win, they can continue to be happy.
worth.
The guiding arrow was nocked onto the bowstring.
Loosen the string.
The golden arrow streaked across the void, leaving a silver trail above the fragments.
In the distant universe.
The cracks reappeared.
A silver-white, kilometer-long warship emerged from the crack.
The crescent-shaped scimitar wings unfolded in the starlight.
Artemis.
The True Form Machine God was summoned to this battlefield for the third time.
The sounds emanating from inside the machine were no longer as lively as before.
"... Atalanta-nyan."
"Your Spirit Origin can't hold up anymore, can it?"
"I know."
Atalanta's voice came from the vibration of the bowstring.
"This is the last time."
Please.
The Machine God remained silent for a second.
Then the machine transformed into a giant bow.
The bowstring is drawn taut.
"Um."
Leave it to me.
You are the gold that pierces through the stars!
A golden beam of light shot out from the bowstring.
The same star-destroying strike as the first time.
A golden beam of light pierced the void, hurtling towards the area between Mash and Heracles.
Metatron.
She saw the beam of light.
Mash is on the trajectory.
Mash in her cannon form cannot dodge. The transformed cannon body deprives her of all mobility.
If this beam of light hits, Mash will disappear.
Metatron did not hesitate.
Spatial transfer.
She appeared beside Mash.
The remaining sixty or so intact wings were fully unfolded.
She materialized the jade throne in front of her.
The one in charge is omniscient and omnipotent.
The power of the God of the Bible was poured out once more.
The charred wings, under the infusion of divine power, emitted a mournful cry of unbearable strain.
A golden-white beam of light shot out from her palm, meeting the golden beam of light that annihilated the planet.
A head-on collision.
The two beams of light remained locked in a stalemate in the void for a moment.
Metatron sensed the power of his opponent.
It's even better than the first time.
Artemis.
For the first time since its creation, the True God Mech, as a Star Destroyer, has encountered someone who dares to confront it head-on.
When she was first shielded from the aftershocks by the angel named Metatron, she simply found it amusing.
The second corona attack was by Apollo.
And now, this wounded angel once again stood in front of her pillar of light.
Artemis was angered.
The voice emanating from within the machine carried a hint of genuine anger.
"Get out of my way."
The attack power has increased.
The golden pillar of light expanded to twice its original size in an instant.
Metatron's beam cannon was pushed back.
She hadn't expected it.
That level of skill just now wasn't even the opponent's full strength.
The jade throne was shaking.
The charred wings were shattering.
She can escape.
Spatial transfer. Leaving Mash behind. Departing alone.
Save yourself.
but.
In that case, Mash will disappear.
All previous efforts were in vain.
Metatron did not flee.
Even if you can't prevent it, you still have to take precautions.
All she could do was deflect the beam of light as much as possible.
Even if it's just a slight deflection.
As long as we deviate from Mash's coordinates, that's enough.
The wings folded forward, enveloping the throne and Mash in holy light.
Then she channeled all her remaining strength into the direction of the deflection.
The golden beam of light struck the jade throne's barrier.
Metatron, facing the beam of light head-on, used all his strength to push the projectile to the side.
One inch.
One foot.
One meter.
The trajectory of the beam of light was slowly deviated from its original path by Metatron's full deflection.
It flew directly overhead from Mash.
The deflection was successful.
Mash survived.
The golden beam of light, in its aftershocks after being deflected, engulfed Metatron.
The wings shattered and dissipated piece by piece in the light.
The jade throne crumbled amidst the light.
Metatron's body gradually became transparent in the golden light.
In her last moments of consciousness, she saw Mash safe and sound.
Then.
She disappeared.
And Atalanta.
The third Phoebus Catastrophe has been filed.
As she had foreseen, her Spirit Origin had reached its limit.
Start with your fingertips.
Golden light particles peeled off her body and drifted away.
Spirit Origin collapse.
Although the outcome was known before this attack was launched.
But when the time came...
I was still somewhat unwilling to accept it.
She looked towards Heracles in the distance.
That invincible man.
"From now on, I'll have to leave everything to you."
"Children..."
Golden particles of light drifted through the void.
Atalanta's figure vanished.
A few seconds later.
Spectator area.
Metatron appeared first.
The seventy-two wings have disappeared.
She reverted to the form she had taken when she possessed Jeanne d'Arc, kneeling on one knee, panting.
His entire body was covered in scorch marks.
Then.
Atalanta appeared beside her.
The Servant has been restored to its original state.
The cracks in the Spirit Origin have disappeared. Death does not exist in the dream world, and the collapsed Spirit Origin was repaired in the spectator area.
Atalanta knelt on the ground, head bowed, her long green hair hanging down.
His ears were drooping.
A sense of resentment permeated the air.
Ritsuka Fujimaru looked at the two people who had reappeared.
There are now two people left on the battlefield.
Heracles and Mash.