In Type-Moon, it all starts with adopting Sakura.

Hearing her words, Artoria did not refute them and also looked in the direction of Uruk.

She had already heard that Merlin and Merly were there, and that a demon pillar and someone who looked like Solomon had recently appeared, so she knew without a doubt that the person she was looking for was there.

So when she heard that she was to go to Uruk, she immediately became even more serious. Meanwhile, Gorgon, who was trapped underneath, was calling out a name and hoping that someone would come to rescue her.

"Jingu—!!"

"Where did you go?!"

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"Ok?"

Far away in Uruk, Jingu, who was helping Tiamat queue up for today's vegetables, seemed to realize something at that moment. Due to a moment of distraction, the fresh vegetables were snatched away by the middle-aged women around him.

“Aaaa, aaaaa.”

Seeing Jingu lost in thought, Tiamat asked him with concern, which brought Jingu back to his senses.

She smiled and replied, "It's nothing, I just heard some noises, but it's none of my business now."

“aaa, aaaa, aaa”

"Thank you for your concern. Oh? You asked me where the vegetables went? Of course they're... Ah? They're gone!"

When Tiamat asked if he had bought the vegetables, Jingu stretched out his hand, but it was already empty.

Suddenly, I realized that I had let go of the vegetables while I was distracted, which allowed the other humans to take them away.

She looked at her mother's smiling face, and then realized that she had forgotten her mother's mission because of Gorgon's voice. She immediately became anxious and hurriedly said, "Mother! Please wait here for a moment. I will capture and kill those lowly humans who dared to offend you—ah, it hurts!!"

Before she could finish speaking, she was met with a sharp rebuke from Tiamat.

Subsequently, under her reprimand, Jingu could only reluctantly admit his mistake, and then watched as his mother, the mother of all things, shamelessly squeezed into the crowd, scrambling with those lowly humans for these worthless vegetables.

Jin Gu was puzzled.

If her mother wanted it, she could have brought her countless plants like this, but Tiamat refused.

Moreover, the actions of those humans at this moment are tantamount to offending the Mother Goddess, and they should all be executed, but—

Why did the mother have that smile on her face?

She didn't understand, but if this was what her mother wanted, then she would protect it.

For her, that was enough.

Gorgon?

We're not familiar with each other, we really aren't.

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Chapter 257 Reunion in the Land of the Dead

Ok……

How many years have passed since I can remember?

I can't remember some of them clearly.

But there is no doubt that a long time has passed.

She only remembered that she was born to be a warrior, or rather, those who could not become warriors and were unwilling to submit to the world were all dead.

That era was chaotic, it was long ago, an era where gods and demons danced together, and the only way for the weak human race to survive in this cruel world was to become stronger.

Therefore, the only way was to become stronger! In that era, the status of men far surpassed that of women, because men, who were naturally more physically superior and more suited to be warriors, were stronger and more likely to lead their people to survival. This was an obvious principle.

But she was different from ordinary girls; she hated weakness and despised being small, and liked strength.

In her view, those girls cried all day long, complaining about the world they lived in, surrounded by men stronger than themselves, as if they couldn't live without men.

This situation was so ridiculously absurd to her that she found it utterly laughable.

Can a life gained by depending on others and sacrificing one's freedom truly be considered happiness?

What is the meaning of a life that has lost its own will and become subservient? How is such a way of life any different from death?

The only true path is to firmly grasp one's own destiny.

Furthermore, if men can do something, why can't women? Why must women depend on men and try to please them?

Perhaps they are right, that this was predetermined from the moment one is born of this gender, and that it is a rule of this era.

Everyone else succumbed and followed this principle, but she was different.

She refused to be a weakling, she didn't want to be someone else's appendage, she didn't want to be an object or a bargaining chip; she wanted to be the strongest warrior, she wanted to live in her own way.

Fortunately, she also possesses a talent that is difficult for others to measure, whether in magic or martial arts.

To become stronger and to take control of her destiny, she began to practice secretly. She began to grow stronger and stronger, and she began to rebel against her fate, all to become a true warrior and earn the respect of others.

And the result was—she succeeded.

Her talent and her conviction propelled her to become one of the foremost warriors among humankind. Even the proudest male heroes dared not underestimate her, and she earned the respect she desired.

But that's not enough...

Because she could sense that those people's eyes were only filled with fear of her power. They did not respect her and still secretly despised her gender. They believed that women should obediently depend on men, instead of appearing like this and stealing their thunder.

She felt anger and humiliation at such rumors. She was furious that Celtic warriors had stopped speaking with weapons and started discriminating based on gender. She wanted to tell those who still discriminated against her a very simple truth—

A woman's gun can be just as deadly.

In a fit of rage, she didn't hesitate to kill the warriors who dared to mock her. She then impaled their heads on guns and sent them back to their country, so that more people could witness her power.

Even now, she can still vaguely recall the pathetic scene of those guys begging for mercy as they faced death.

Ha ha……

How ridiculous.

This self-proclaimed hero, faced with death, actually begged for mercy from a discriminated woman like her, even offering everything he had.

So-called men are nothing more than this.

Even if they all attacked together, they would only be dead under the gun, and she wouldn't even feel any pleasure.

But since that massacre, she realized that the eyes of those who had humiliated her and dared to look down on her had changed. Their eyes had become fearful, and they no longer dared to continue to belittle her because of her gender.

This made her realize that strength and achievements are the only things that can earn respect.

After understanding all this, she began to constantly seek battles, to achieve more victories, to make herself stronger, and finally to make all of Ireland no longer dare to underestimate her.

She first killed the largest sea monster and used its bones to make a magic spear.

She then left Ireland, ventured deep into Northern Europe, obtained the wisdom of the gods, mastered the primordial runes, and gained the power to reach the realm of the gods.

In the end, on her return, she challenged all the famous heroes and warriors of Ireland, and without exception, killed all those who accepted her challenge.

Even when many countries, out of fear of her power, set aside their dignity and joined forces to send large armies to besiege her, the result was nothing more than complete annihilation.

Ridiculous, ridiculous, utterly ridiculous...

These arrogant guys made her laugh.

She also forged her reputation through slaughter, and was known as the Celtic Warrior Queen. Because of the sheer number of dead souls, the land she inhabited eventually transformed into a new land of the dead, becoming a Celtic underworld.

However, she was not satisfied with this, because death and killing had long become her obsession.

Kill, kill, kill, kill.

Death, death, death, death.

She began to repeat the same old path.

Gradually, the long years slipped away unnoticed through our fingers, and life itself was constantly extinguished by our own hands.

In the midst of endless battles, even the two crimson demonic spears in his hands seemed to become even more vibrant from drinking blood.

In that moment of sudden realization, she understood that she had truly taken away so many lives.

Whether her opponent was human, monster, undead, or even... a god, she killed them all.

She forged her glory with their blood and bones.

However, looking at the empty kingdom, she couldn't help but wonder what she had done during this eternal period of time.

Fight, fight, fight.

We are always walking in an endless battle.

Slay all the enemies, let their blood soak this body that has long since become eternal, and finally, as a human, stand shoulder to shoulder with the gods, achieving immortality—

She will not age, will not die, will not be accepted by the world, and will no longer be looked down upon, for she has become the nightmare of all warriors.

Okay, now everyone is afraid of me, and no one looks down on me anymore.

Her infamy was so great that even the gods kept their distance, and even allowed her to independently transform her kingdom into the underworld, becoming the lord of death.

I have long since become an existence independent of humans, gods, and even the world.

but--

Looking back suddenly, what has she become? Is this really the person she wanted to be?

They craved power, wanted to be the strongest, and strived to be strong for the sake of being strong, until now they have reached the point where they can be the strongest.

When she calms down, she also thinks:

What do I want?

What was your original intention?

Or a simpler question—