When the Flames of Regeneration ignite once more.
Crimson flames erupted from Kotori's shattered body, engulfing her entire form.
The evaporated body tissues re-coagulated in the flames.
The shattered Astral Dress was rewoven in the flames.
The most outrageous of all were the fragments of those Spirit Core.
Enveloped in flames, the fragments began to recombine, gradually restoring themselves into a complete Spirit Core.
Kotori's body, her Astral Dress, and her Spirit Core were all completely repaired.
One second later.
Kotori remained perfectly intact, suspended in mid-air.
It was as if the EX-rank anti-star Noble Phantasm from before had only left a little dust on her.
"..."
"..."
"Is this red-haired guy really an immortal monster?"
The three leaders of Typhon were all stunned.
How can its regenerative ability be stronger than mine?
"She's not Servant?"
"I just shattered the opponent's Spirit Core."
"They're still alive?"
Typhon has encountered many "indestructible" opponents throughout his billions of years of life.
But those opponents either possessed some kind of immortality or relied on powerful regenerative abilities to buy time.
But the red-haired girl in front of me was different.
Although it is merely Servant, the Spirit Core is the core of the Spirit Origin, the anchor point of its very existence.
A shattered Spirit Core is equivalent to the death of Servant.
But her Spirit Core shattered and then reformed.
What is the principle behind this?
"..."
Typhon couldn't understand it.
On the other side...
Tiamat was indeed killed a moment ago.
But this result is seen as a serious flaw by the world itself.
What is Tiamat?
She is the Primordial Mother Goddess, the origin of all life.
As long as there is any life on this planet, even if it is just a single cell or bacterium, it testifies to the existence of the Primordial Mother Goddess Tiamat.
She is the embodiment of the concept of "the origin of life".
As long as "life" exists, the " Primordial Mother Goddess " will exist.
Therefore, the Chaos Tide did not disappear with Tiamat's death.
On the contrary, it continues to expand.
A new Tiamat has been born.
An identical body emerged from the Sea of Chaos.
A massive dragon-shaped body, jet black in color, crimson stripes, huge curved horns, and jagged jaws.
Not only do they look exactly the same, but they're also a whole size bigger than before.
"..."
"..."
"..."
The three leaders of Typhon fell silent simultaneously.
Are you kidding me? You've already used your ultimate move.
That EX-rank anti-star Noble Phantasm didn't kill a single one.
The red-haired girl's Spirit Core can be restored even when shattered, Tiamat can be reborn even when her concepts are erased.
"Am I the monster, or are they the monsters?"
For the first time, Typhon felt a sense of absurdity.
He himself is the father of all monsters in Greece mythology, a terrifying being who forced all the Olympus gods to flee.
In that mythical era, he was synonymous with "calamity," the nightmare of all the gods.
But now, she feels like the poor thing tormented by nightmares.
Kotori, however, was in so much pain from her recent severe injuries that her rationality had briefly returned.
Although the Flames of Regeneration repaired her body and Spirit Core, the pain of having her Spirit Core shattered still caused a slight crack in her deep Mad Enhancement state.
She looked down at her hands; they were perfectly intact.
But she remembered the feeling of being hit; it was a pain she had never experienced before.
"..."
Kotori's eyes regained a sliver of clarity from their pure red state, but were quickly engulfed by the crimson light again.
Not far away.
Tiamat is also readjusting to her newborn body.
Although she had recovered, the experience of being conceptually erased gave her a feeling she had never had before.
Although it was only a fleeting moment, it was a real experience of death.
She looked in Typhon's direction, her cross-shaped pupils filled with vigilance.
Typhon, on the other hand, was temporarily exhausted from the all-out attack.
The Dragon's Chalice of Void Return, is an attack of the Star-level Noble Phantasm, and even she cannot use it without limit.
But Typhon wasn't worried, since even with Tiamat and Kotori's attacks, it would be difficult for them to kill him.
The three entities remained locked in a stalemate.
Kotori hovered in mid-air, the giant cannon transforming back into a giant axe, crimson flames dancing on the axe blade.
All three parties are now in an awkward situation, unable to defeat each other.
The Black Mud continues to expand on the sea surface.
The edge of the Chaos Tide has spread to the horizon, turning the entire ocean black.
Lostbelt of Greece, Olympus.
At the very top of the Interstellar Mountainous City lies the Temple of Olympus.
Huge white stone pillars stretched from the ground to the ceiling, each pillar adorned with exquisite reliefs depicting the glory of the Age of Machine God.
Deep within the temple, a golden throne stood silently.
Zeus sat enthroned on his throne.
His body was as Pale as a plaster sculpture, and his thick, long white beard hung down to his chest.
He had his eyes closed.
There was no sound inside the temple.
The entire Olympus was shrouded in an absolute, eternal silence.
This silence has lasted for tens of thousands of years.
Since the destruction of the white, since Zeus seized the Crown of Cronus and unified the powers of the twelve Machine God, nothing has changed here.
Eternal divine age, eternal domination, eternal stillness.
Everything is under the control of the Almighty God.
Even now, Zeus's eyelids twitched slightly.
A feeling suddenly arose.
It was a feeling that disgusted Him, arising out of nowhere, without any warning or logical connection.
For ordinary people, this might just be a fleeting premonition, like suddenly shivering while walking down the street, and then they don't pay any more attention to it.
But Zeus was different; he was now an omnipotent god.
Possessing a collection of powers unimaginable to Zeus, who had Pan-Human History, the power of the twelve Machine God was concentrated in His own Spirit Origin.
Even if it's just a vague premonition, He can use His incredible power to forcefully deduce the specific reason.
His Spirit Origin began to function.
That feeling of disgust was captured, dismantled, and analyzed by His power, like a terrifyingly sophisticated analytical machine, restoring that vague feeling into concrete information.
Coordinates: Pan-Human History, Seventh Singularity, Mesopotamia, 2600 BC.
Reason: A being summoned to that Singularity.
Typhon.
The father of all monsters in Greece mythology.
That calamity beast that once captured His mortal Projection and forced all the Olympus gods to flee.
"..."
Zeus slowly opened his eyes.
His pale golden pupils held only a condescending, almost pitying indifference.
Is that it?
He spoke.
The sound echoed in the empty temple, each syllable carrying a pressure powerful enough to crush mountains.
"I was actually summoned to such a lowly world."
No wonder I felt disgusted.
It turns out the Singularity was created by the King of Magecraft.
In that Seventh Singularity, Typhon was summoned.
That is the Root of your feelings of disgust.
Zeus rose from his throne.
He raised his right hand.
"Since that's the case."
"Then let's destroy them."
It was as if He had simply thrown a punch into the void.
Then Zeus sat back on his throne.
He closed his eyes and resumed his previous posture.
It was as if nothing had happened.
He no longer cared about the matter.
It's like someone casually swatting a mosquito that landed on their arm and then going on with their own thing.
For Him, the Root of His aversion had been resolved.