"Run!"
Ereshkigal practically roared it out.
She grabbed Old Gil and Ishtar.
Spatial transfer.
The three figures vanished instantly.
The next second.
The light beam struck the ground of the Underworld.
"Boom------!!!"
explode.
An unparalleled explosion.
It was like a miniature sun being born on the surface of the Underworld.
The golden-white light instantly engulfed everything.
Centered on the point where the light bullet landed, the shockwave spread in all directions.
The affected area spanned several kilometers.
The ground of the Underworld was torn apart.
The rocks were evaporated.
The gun cages scattered at the bottom of the cave were instantly reduced to ashes within the blast radius.
The light illuminated almost the entire Underworld.
The Origami in mid-air is protected by a jade throne.
The shockwave and heat from the explosion were all kept outside the area.
She sat there on the throne, quietly looking down at the explosion below.
The three, including Ereshkigal, teleported away.
Although they escaped the epicenter of the explosion.
However, it was still affected by the explosion.
Because the area affected by this explosion was too large.
The teleportation distance wasn't far enough.
There's no escaping it.
"Tsk!"
Old Gil gritted his teeth.
The three of them each used their own special skills to protect themselves.
Ereshkigal took the lead.
She planted the spear into the ground.
A large number of gun cages poured out from the ground in front of the three men.
Layer upon layer.
Densely packed.
Hundreds of gun cages formed three barriers, blocking the three people from the blast wave.
The gun cage began to deform and shatter under the influence of the blast wave.
However, their presence bought the other two valuable reaction time.
The Old Gil started moving too.
He opened the Gate of Babylon.
Golden ripples spread out behind him.
A large number of Noble Phantasm flew out of the treasury.
Shields, armor, and protective barriers.
All of them are defensive Noble Phantasm.
But these Noble Phantasm are simply no match for the blast wave.
They all shatter at the slightest touch.
Old Gil frowned.
"No, ordinary defensive Noble Phantasm are useless..."
He reached into the Gate of Babylon.
Golden ripples spread out once more.
This time, he took out a shield.
A bronze shield in the style of ancient Greece.
The shield is covered with exquisite reliefs.
The content of the relief is extremely complex.
There is earth, there is sky, there is ocean, there are cities, there are weddings, there are funerals, there are wars, there are harvests.
It was as if the entire world had been compressed onto the surface of this shield.
Old Gil gripped the shield.
He raised the shield in front of him.
He revealed the true name of this Noble Phantasm.
" Akhilleus Kosmos."
Αχιλλεύς Κόσμος.
Shield of Achilles
The true owner of this shield is Achilles.
That hero from Greece mythology, renowned for his speed.
Almost all of his life's experiences, glories, and the world he witnessed—the world known as the Iliad —were inscribed on this shield.
It was commissioned by Achilles ' biological mother, the sea goddess Thetis, to be forged by her other adopted son, Hephaestus, the god of fire and forging.
It can recreate the world he has seen with his own eyes.
The shield glowed green.
Huge, phantom-like structures continuously emerged from the shield.
All the buildings have a strong ancient Greece style.
White marble columns.
A golden dome.
A circular city layout.
The speed at which these architectural phantoms unfold and expand is astonishing.
They started from the shield and spread in all directions.
It's like a compressed miniature world is unfolding.
Green earth formed beneath the three of them.
A blue sky spread out above the three of them.
The ocean appeared on the distant horizon.
The horizon of the ocean is the sky.
The sky contains the sun, moon, and stars.
The outermost edge of the world is the endless sea.
That was the blessing bestowed by Poseidon, the god of the sea.
The blue ocean formed a ring-shaped barrier, isolating the three people from the shockwave of the explosion.
The Akhilleus Kosmos has successfully unfolded.
The shockwave from the explosion struck the outermost edge of this small world.
The endless sea was whipped up into giant waves by the shockwaves.
Waves crashed against the world's edge, making a thunderous sound.
The blast wave continued to impact.
The world continues to suffer.
Three seconds.
Five seconds.
Ten seconds.
The power of the shockwave finally began to diminish.
The golden-white light gradually dimmed.
The aftershocks of the explosion gradually dissipated into the air of the Underworld.
In the Akhilleus Kosmos.
Ereshkigal, the Old Gil, Ishtar stood on the green grass.
The surrounding area features silhouettes of a city in the style of ancient Greece.
All three are still alive.
But none of the three looked well.
The Underworld after the explosion.
The area spanning several kilometers has been razed to the ground.
The originally uneven rocky ground has been transformed into a smooth depression.
The temperature at the bottom of the pit was still rising, releasing steam.
The three remained silent for several seconds.
Then Old Gil spoke first.
"Hey, Ereshkigal."
What on earth did you mess with?
Ereshkigal's lips twitched.
"I thought she was just a slightly stronger Servant..."
"A little stronger?"
Old Gil pointed to the flattened land outside.
Do you think that's considered a little stronger?
"How was I supposed to know she could unleash such power?!"
Ereshkigal was also getting anxious.
"When she fought those Servant before, she only used light bullets and light cannons at most... Who knew that after she sat on that broken chair, her power would increase so many times!"
That's not a broken chair!
Ishtar chimed in.
Her voice was a little hoarse.
"That is..."
She glanced at the Origami in mid-air and the throne.
If I'm not mistaken.
That should be His throne.
"Him?"
Old Gil glanced at her.
Which Him?
Ishtar did not answer directly.
But the look in her eyes when she looked at Old Gil said it all.
Old Gil also fell silent.
Of course he knew who "He" was.
"... Wouldn't that be even more outrageous?"
Old Gil lowered his shield.
His hands were trembling slightly.
This is the price for withstanding that blow.
The Akhilleus Kosmos is a defensive Noble Phantasm approaching the level of Anti-World- level weapon.
But the opponent's attack was simply too outrageous.
That's something that Servant could never produce.
What do we do now?
Ereshkigal looked at the other two.
"She definitely won't let this go."
"You're asking me?"
Old Gil sneered.
"My shield can only block one attack of that level just now."
"But it's hard to say how many more times it can be blocked, and each deployment consumes a lot of magic power."
"You're the goddess Venus, you should think of a solution!"
Ishtar rolled her eyes.
"My powers have just been returned to me; I haven't even warmed up yet."
"And what am I supposed to use to fight that thing?"
She pointed to the Origami in mid-air.
"Did you see that throne?"
The three fell silent again.
In mid-air.
Origami sat on the jade throne, looking down at the three people below.
The Akhilleus Kosmos has not disappeared.
But you can see it through Origami.
Fine cracks have appeared at the edge of that world.
Although that attack just now failed to break through.
However, this also placed a considerable burden on this Noble Phantasm.
"Is it blocked?"
Origami spoke calmly.
Her ten wings of light once again arranged themselves into an attack formation.
"Let's do it again."
The three people below looked up at the same time.
I saw the rearranged cannon muzzles.
"Hey hey hey--!"
Ereshkigal's voice even changed tone.
"Can't you even reason with me?!"
"I already said I wanted to reconcile!"
"Your sincerity in offering 'reconciliation' didn't even last three seconds."
The sound of Origami coming from above.
It was as cold as ice.
"Give up the soul of the Servant."
This is the last chance.