Origami frowned slightly.
The collision between the light wings and the gun cage continues.
White light bullets and dark red chains intertwined, collided, and annihilated in the air.
Each explosion leaves new craters and cracks on the surface of the Underworld.
But she had already realized a problem.
My strength is indeed much more stable now than before.
The abilities are also easier to use.
The control precision of the light wings, the reaction speed of spatial jumps, and the efficiency of Magic Resistance distribution are all far superior to before.
However, the output ceiling is not as high as before.
Was the previous form indeed more powerful?
As Origami clashed with the gun cage summoned by Ereshkigal using her light wings, this thought unconsciously popped into her mind.
And the very next second that this thought crossed my mind.
She received feedback from the guardian.
The guardian who took Satan's place after she returned to reality.
The feedback was also very concise.
She provided Origami with a new Noble Phantasm.
If combined with the current attacks, the power will become even greater.
At least we can easily defeat the enemy in front of us.
Origami slightly, taken aback.
New Noble Phantasm?
She carefully examined her own power again.
There was indeed one extra item.
The name of the Noble Phantasm is the Throne of God.
However, the specific types and effects are still unknown.
It doesn't seem to be a direct attack type.
Origami maintained the output of the Light Wings while attempting to summon this new Noble Phantasm.
The next second.
A throne appeared out of thin air beside the Origami.
The throne hovered half a meter away from her.
It radiated a sacred golden-white light.
The throne has an extremely solemn design.
The backrest is very high, with wing-shaped decorations on both sides.
After the throne appeared, there were gun cages emerging from the ground, flying chains, and dark red energy waves.
Anyone who approaches within three meters of the throne will be repelled by the sacred light emanating from it.
They couldn't even get a step closer to the throne.
Origami gazed at the throne floating beside her.
"That's interesting."
"Since it's a throne, its purpose should be for people to sit on it."
On the other side.
Ereshkigal lost control of his facial expressions for a moment.
She saw the throne.
That radiance.
That aura.
That kind of power that can instill fear even in the gods.
It undoubtedly belongs to the biblical mythology and is related to the one and only God.
Moreover, it's shaped like a throne.
The throne of the one true God.
Could it be...?
An absurd thought flashed through Ereshkigal's mind.
Could the other person be an alt account created by that one-man god?
impossible.
Absolutely impossible.
That person couldn't possibly participate in the Holy Grail War personally.
That excludes the one and only God himself.
There is only one person left who can be associated with His throne.
Divine Secretary Metatron.
The angel known as " Lesser Yahweh ".
"Is the other party not only connected to Satan, but also to Metatron?"
Ereshkigal's expression grew increasingly grim.
"That's outrageous..."
etc.
It seems that such a thing does exist.
It can be associated with both the Demon King and the Angel.
Ereshkigal's crimson pupils contracted slightly.
The Sephira of the Tree of Life.
The ten Sephira on the Kabbalah Tree of Life each correspond to a different angel or demon.
And Sephira can be simultaneously associated with Satan and Metatron.
There is only one.
The First Sephira on the Tree of Life.
Kether.
The other party's true identity is very likely the incarnation of the First Sephira - Kether.
"..."
Cold sweat trickled down Ereshkigal's forehead.
She completely enraged the other party.
What does that level of existence mean?
That is something a level higher than divine echoes, Servant, and even most main gods.
Although she herself is the ruler of the Underworld.
However, her power is strongest within the Underworld; it diminishes significantly outside of Underworld.
If the opponent is the First Sephira mass...
That power is not limited by geographical location.
"Stop, stop, stop! We're not fighting anymore!"
Ereshkigal blurted it out almost without thinking.
"If I release the souls of those Servant, can we reconcile?"
Origami did not answer immediately.
She hadn't fully vented her anger yet.
Moreover, the other party proposed a settlement at this time.
It's clearly not genuine.
She was just scared.
Origami so that the folded side faces the other side.
A cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Then she sat on the throne without hesitation.
When Ereshkigal saw Origami sit on the throne, his heart clenched.
She knew things wouldn't end so easily.
I was already struggling to deal with the other party.
Now the other side sits on the throne.
Their strength has definitely increased by more than just a little.
I need to think of a solution now.
She had come to realize that she could no longer win by fighting alone.
You should at least drag a few down with you.
No.
He's a helper.
Ereshkigal gripped his spear tightly.
She used the authority of the Lord of the Underworld.
The rules of the Underworld changed under her will.
Two dark red beams of light rose from different corners of the Underworld.
Spatial transfer.
The people who were transferred were Gilgamesh ( Old Gil ) and Ishtar.
Gilgamesh.
He had previously had the Gate of Babylon sealed away by Ereshkigal's magic and had been imprisoned in some corner of the Underworld.
And Ishtar.
The goddess who was sent to the Underworld after dying together with some unknown Hassan.
Her powers were previously taken away by Ereshkigal through the Divine Lightning Judgment.
Now.
Ereshkigal removed the restrictions from the Old Gil.
At the same time, she also returned the powers she had previously taken from Ishtar.
Two beams of light landed beside Ereshkigal.
The Old Gil and Ishtar have just been summoned here.
The two of them hadn't quite reacted yet.
The Old Gil and Ishtar were just about to say something.
Immediately afterwards.
A tremendous sense of crisis enveloped them.
It felt like a mountain was pressing down on you.
The source was none other than Archer, the silver-haired figure sitting on a jade throne in mid-air.
"What is that...?"
Ishtar's voice trembled slightly.
She sensed it.
The aura emanating from that throne.
That aura even instilled an instinctive fear in her, a goddess like Echo.
Old Gil has also regained consciousness.
He saw Origami in mid-air.
I also saw the throne.
"..."
Origami sat on the throne.
She was carefully feeling the power that the throne was providing her.
That feeling...
It's hard to describe.
It was as if some kind of shackle that had been binding her had been removed.
All restrictions on the Metatron have been lifted.
The output limit has been raised to an incredible level.
Origami raises her right hand.
He casually pointed to a wing of light.
There was no preparatory movement.
The wing of light launched a regular light projectile attack.
It looks no different from the light projectiles that were launched before.
But their power is completely different.
The energy blast flew towards the direction where Ereshkigal and the other two were located.
The speed is not fast.
But Ereshkigal sensed a deadly danger.
That feeling was stronger than ever before.