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

Suddenly, a very familiar and enthusiastic voice came from the side.

"They've finally arrived!"

Smoke Mirror clearly recognized the voice, and his previous nonchalant expression disappeared. Instead, he jumped up and left the spot like a cat, followed by a passionate flying kick that came crashing down from the sky.

"A crow flies an airplane!!"

Chapter 297 Angry Birds

--boom! !

A massive explosion, accompanied by dust and smoke, rose through the city of Uruk. The noise made the already tense citizens even more alert, and they surged toward the scene like a tide. However, Nitocris stopped them, because the scene ahead was not something these humans should be exposed to.

In the center of the huge crater, two figures were locked in a fierce confrontation.

One of them is Quetzalcoatl, with long golden hair and a South American style. She is smiling as she raises her long, smooth thigh and slashes down hard at Tescatlipoca, who has just appeared below. This huge crater is her doing.

The smoke mirror below was also confronting him. He raised his palm and pulled out a slender white bone spear from somewhere, which he placed on his head to firmly block the feathered serpent god's flying kick. A smile appeared on his face, indicating that the powerful kick had not caused him much damage.

"Wow, you're really tough... Is it because of the strength of your Spirit Origin?"

Seeing that her aerial maneuver and subsequent attempt to catch the crow in an airplane had failed, Quetzalcoatl was not surprised, but when she saw how easily the creature below could defend itself, she couldn't help but say something.

"Take a guess?"

The man below revealed his true form. In the blink of an eye, he had transformed from a fashionable modern man into a wild South American caveman. Although there was nothing wrong with his attire considering the era he lived in, it was still inexplicably jarring to look at.

Smoke Mirror gave a mocking smile at Quetzalcoatl's words, then reached out and slapped her away, adding a comment afterward.

"It's you who's gotten weaker, you birdman."

"Is that right?"

Quetzalcoatl still wore a smile on her face, but although she was all smiles, her actions changed in the next moment. A fist the size of a sandbag came down from the right and smashed directly at Smoke Mirror's face. However, her figure was still as agile as a leopard. She dodged the attack with a single leap and created distance.

"Stop it, Bird King. I'm not here to fight you this time. Although I'm somewhat reluctant, I should be considered your ally this time. I think as a benevolent god, you won't continue to attack me because of personal grudges, right?"

"Tsk..."

Upon hearing what Smoke Mirror said, Quetzalcoatl, who was originally planning to unleash a tornado to destroy the parking lot and then finish it off with an asteroid hitting the Earth, clicked his tongue and then reluctantly withdrew his hand.

Although I wasn't really willing to admit it, what this guy said was indeed true.

This guy's appearance in this singularity has a certain mission, as evidenced by his identity, and also because I'm no match for him right now.

Although in terms of their physical forms, he and Tescatlipoca are undoubtedly evenly matched, both being supreme gods in Aztec mythology, their spirit origins determine the difference between them.

He was just an ordinary Spirit Origin, capable of displaying decent strength, but still far too weak compared to the original body—not even reaching a tenth of its power. Yet this guy possessed a Grand Spirit Origin, personally chosen by the highest-ranking Root, capable of unleashing and bearing immense power, completely overwhelming him. This was why his flying kick had been easily parried; if it were the original Spirit Origin, and the guy had dared to be so arrogant as to get close, he would have been kicked flying long ago.

"So you've already agreed to stop? Bird, you're as law-abiding as ever. Is this what you call following the rules?"

Seeing that Quetzalcoatl had stopped attacking, Smoke Mirror knew that she had agreed with his statement, and then sheathed his weapon.

He didn't know about the others, but he considered himself to know Quetzal perfectly. Her words were always as good as gold, and as the pinnacle of the good gods, she was truly trustworthy. Since she had said to stop, even someone like him wouldn't make a move against her.

"This is not about following the rules, but about what I believe is right."

Faced with the provocation of the Smoke Mirror, Quetzalcoatl did not get angry immediately, but replied seriously: "Although I really want to turn you into a special punching bag for wrestling practice, you are right, now is not the time to fight with you. If you are here to help humanity, then let's let it go for now. Although the past is not over, we should deal with it one thing at a time. After we get through the current disaster, it is not too late to settle our score."

"I see... That's really boring. And your rule-following attitude is as annoying as ever. You're the most willful person by nature. Even though you have such power, you still have to follow the rules you set for yourself. I will never understand you, no matter how many years pass."

Smoke Mirror also gave his own answer. He waved his hand lightly over his body, immediately removing the crazy primitive makeup that he called a warrior's posture, and returning to his previous modern style.

Seeing this, Quetzalcoatl nodded, and the two did not continue to oppose each other.

Quetzalcoatl's assessment of Smoke Mirror was that although it was willful and powerful, and as unpredictable as the wind, it was not the evil god that was expected.

The feud between them is a personal one, which must be settled and is never-ending, but it will not take precedence over Tiamat.

The same applies to Smoke Mirror. Although he dislikes Quetzalcoatl, it's mostly because of what Quetzalcoatl did to him in the past. And while he dislikes her, he can't find any fault with Quetzalcoatl's status as a god.

In Aztec mythology, they are like the opposites of good and evil, order and disorder, destined to fight each other, yet they also understand each other.

"However, although I won't fight with you anymore, there's one thing I still don't understand."

Quetzalcoatl suddenly spoke.

"what?"

Smoke Mirror's gaze sharpened slightly as he looked at Quetzalcoatl with some confusion. "Birdman, is there something you're still unsure about?"

"What? You're a Grand Servant? But I'm not? If we're really talking about who's more suited to fighting with a Grand Spirit Origin, then I'm definitely more suitable than you, right? Why are you the Grand Berserker this time, and I'm not the Grand Rider?"

"Oh, so you're still talking about this even now?"

Hearing Quetzalcoatl's words, Smoke Mirror nodded and said, "That's a good question. The reason is actually quite simple."

“Summoning us gods as Servants is itself a demotion. Even the so-called Grand Spirit Origin is merely replacing the capacity of a cup with a basin; it can never truly contain everything. Therefore, it doesn't matter whether you or I are Grand. But—”

"Your compatibility isn't very good with the Beast in this singularity, and you were summoned before the second Human Evil appeared, so of course you don't have a Spirit Origin. The Grand Order of Tiamat appeared in this singularity a long time ago, and I was called in to fill in because the Counter Force was preparing to deal with the complete disappearance of the Grand Order of Goetia. That's roughly the situation."

With that, Smoke Mirror shrugged and explained the general reason in just a few words.

This means that choosing the right Grand Rank to deal with a Human Evil depends on compatibility. In theory, the appearance of a Human Evil requires the simultaneous action of all seven Grand Ranks. However, unfortunately, the Counter Force always encounters various problems, resulting in the seven Grand Ranks never being able to gather together to defeat a single Human Evil. Therefore, the compatibility of different Grand Ranks with different Human Evils is very important.

The old man in that secluded valley was destined to be the Grim Reaper of Tiamat. Only he could play the most decisive role in the battle against Tiamat when the number of Grand Masters was the smallest. That's why he hesitated to make a move against Goetia, saying that his time had not yet come.

There are also corresponding Grand Ranks for Goetia. Although it is unknown what happened, the originally planned Slayer seems to have completely disappeared. So, from the limited number of Grand Ranks, he was just chosen and pulled to this Singularity. Smoke Mirror is also very troubled by this.

He had just made a pact with a strange, unconscious guy, and then he was suddenly summoned to this place, forced to confront Goetia while also encountering this birdman. If it weren't for the fact that these humans were quite amusing and he could reap considerable benefits from them, he would have been ready to leave immediately.

However, now...

It seems someone else has taken care of Goetia's laning phase. That human evil is a bit strange. Although Tiamat's state has been unsealed and increased, there are still limitations. In addition, the quality and quantity of the Heroic Spirits in this singularity are also very high. The restraining force has indeed taken effect, which is why he has regained hope for this unrealistic battle.

He had previously planned to make some deals with Ereshkigal, hoping to take some Mesopotamian warriors' souls back to his underworld collection. However, it was a bit of a pity that this native underworld king valued souls highly and was completely unwilling to continue making deals with him.

Now that things have come to this point, he needs to feel a sense of participation. After all, the granting of a Grand rank is a kind of transaction, and if all of humanity really dies, he won't have anything to do anymore. His own story isn't set at a time like this, so he still has to help out.

"Although I always felt that you had your own agenda, I have to admit that you are indeed a rare fighting force. So now that you've joined us, let's get moving! How about we head to the southern city wall now? The humans there are incredibly brave!"

Having said all that, although she understood the situation, Quetzalcoatl was still more concerned about Smoke Mirror joining the battle with them. Given her understanding of Smoke Mirror, she immediately wanted to drag him along to fight.

"So you're always getting played like a fool, huh? Isn't it enough that you're there? Shouldn't I be looking for Gilgamesh or another human right now? After all, my involvement is a variable that needs to be replanned."

After hearing Quetzalcoatl's suggestion, Smoke Mirror, while not opposed to fighting alongside humans and witnessing the prowess of the warriors of this era up close, still had more to consider. In other words, he and Nitocris had come here specifically to discuss their next plan.

“You’re right. Well—I’ve rested enough now. My offline status has allowed Artoria to hold out for a long time, and now I should go back to fight. After all, there are many lovely humans there whom I personally trained. As a god, I won’t allow them to be killed for no reason.”

Quetzalcoatl twisted his wrist, preparing to return to his own battlefield.

Before leaving, she couldn't resist a little revenge on the guy in front of her. She grabbed the wrist of the guy with the smoke glasses, which made him pause for a moment.

"What are you going to do now, you little bird?"

Although she noticed Quetzalcoatl's actions, she didn't stop her because she didn't sense any killing intent. Instead, she asked her in confusion.

But when he heard Quetzalcoatl's words, Smoke Mirror was immediately distraught.

"Oh, need I say more? I'll go find Gilgamesh for you. It's too slow for you to search slowly like this. Didn't you say that speed is of the essence in war? In that case, I'll help you get there quickly~"

With a smile on her face, she spoke the most terrifying words in the most enthusiastic way. While grabbing Smoke Mirror's wrist, she used her most familiar Mexican wrestling technique to throw his body out of the city in a perfect arc, performing an aerial acrobatic feat in mid-air, and crashing straight into Gilgamesh's palace. The speed was so fast that even Smoke Mirror was caught off guard.

The soldiers around him, seeing the parabola in the sky, thought it was a shooting star and made wishes. Some even carved it into a clay tablet in their last moments, which is the oldest version of Angry Birds.

"And what about you? Do you need my help?"

After throwing the smoke mirror, Quetzalcoatl revealed a satisfied smile, then turned to Nitocris and asked her kindly.

Upon witnessing such a terrifying scene, Nitocris's long ears went limp, and she hurriedly waved her hands in refusal. In the end, she ran towards the temple of Ishtar without looking back, fearing that the feathered serpent god would catch up and throw her out as well.

Compared to goddesses like Ishtar, Ereshkigal, and Quetzalcoatl, who laugh as they toss people around like punching bags, Quetzalcoatl is far more terrifying.

"Lord Lowe, help! Where are you?"

Chapter 298 The King's Cannon

"What's with this number? These opponents are far more difficult to deal with than any enemies we've encountered before, but they just happen to be the most numerous type of enemy—ugh, this is so annoying!"

"Lord Yoshitsune, please don't say that. The defensive fortifications that Gilgamesh entrusted to us have not yet been completed."

"I know, of course I know, but compared to battles like slaughtering monsters and killing enemy troops, I'm now so confused that I don't even know what I'm fighting anymore. Aren't these guys just twisted pieces of flesh?"

On the battlefield, Ushiwakamaru and Musashibozu continued to charge forward. Their abilities were neither wide-range AoE nor specialized defensive skills, so they could only be used as surprise troops, like a sharp blade cutting across the battlefield to seize some advantageous terrain for the upcoming battle.

At that moment, Ushiwakamaru, leading a group of people across the Rahmu tide to repair their defensive positions, smoothly sliced ​​through several Rahmu blocking her path with her green longsword while complaining to Musashibo. Musashibo, standing beside her, reached out and pulled Ushiwakamaru back, helping her dodge further attacks from the sky by the Rahmu.

"Thank you, Musashibo."

Having escaped the surprise attack, Ushiwakamaru thanked them. Then, she looked up and noticed the sky growing increasingly dark. Ushiwakamaru and Musashibo also noticed that the sky's color had changed once again; the dark clouds were thicker, and the number of Rahmu hidden within them had visibly increased. This undoubtedly meant that the battlefield was becoming more difficult once again.

"They're here—!!"

A sharp intuition rang alarm bells in Ushiwakamaru's mind, and he immediately sensed something was wrong. Musashibo also gave a warning. They saw the Rahmu in the sky rapidly gathering above their heads, and in the blink of an eye, it had transformed into a black blade that stabbed straight toward their location. Clearly, these Rahmu had also noticed the defensive positions they were repairing on the front lines.

"This number is no joke, is it? Several thousand? Or tens of thousands?"

Ushiwakamaru frowned, picked up his sword, and aimed it at the black mass falling from the sky. He racked his brains trying to figure out how to stop it. Musashibo even raised his palm, preparing to unleash his Noble Phantasm to withstand the attack. Although he was not sure if his specialized Noble Phantasm would work on Rahmu, all he could do now was to go all out.

but--

"Holy Lance - Anchor Pull!"

Accompanied by a rather authoritative female voice, a golden light spear streaked straight through the sky like a meteor and landed directly above their heads.

Then, a blinding golden light burst forth, and terrifying magic and golden feathers originating from the planet began to fall on the battlefield. But upon closer inspection, anyone could see that they were not feathers of light. The feathers shimmering with golden light were actually the corpses of Rahmu, which had fallen after being burned by the starlight, and were now scattered all over the battlefield.

After the attack, the golden meteor shattered the Rahmu's defenses, creating an opening in the dark clouds that allowed some sunlight to refract. The tens of thousands of Rahmu who had just condensed were now scattered, successfully providing shelter for the soldiers below.

"This is the glory of the Holy Lance! The legendary goddess truly lives up to her reputation. This aura of majesty makes me feel as if I'm seeing Indra! Hahaha—!"

Upon seeing the pillar of heaven collapse, Ushiwakamaru, who had been extremely tense, immediately burst into laughter. Her gaze returned to the white tower near the city wall, where Artoria, wearing a silver-white lion helmet and wielding a holy lance, her equipment identical to that of the Lion King, stood watching everything on the battlefield ahead. Her duty was to provide holy lance support to the soldiers in the distance and to destroy the gathered Rahmu. It was precisely because of this that Ushiwakamaru and Musashibo were able to traverse this battlefield, as the Rahmu's hatred had been drawn to this side.

Below, Leonidas, along with Ibaraki-dōji and other soldiers, acted as the goddess's most loyal guards, raising their shields or weapons to form the strongest defensive line.

"We really had a great time fighting! This battlefield can be called a hellish inferno. Thanks to the goddess's help, we are able to fight even in this situation."

“Then we must continue. Musashibo, you must hold off these Rahmu. We can’t let even half a Rahmu pass by here before Gilgamesh and Brother Luo Wei are ready.”

"I understand, Lord Yoshitsune!"

The two responded to each other, and then each began to carry out their own actions.

However, rather than an operation, their plan was, in short, no plan at all. This was because trusting these heroic spirits and the fact that micromanagement on the battlefield was extremely dangerous. Gilgamesh, sitting in the palace, could not have full control over the situation and had to command so many warriors, so his orders were very simple.

Let the heroic spirits figure out how to defend Uruk themselves. Under no circumstances should any Rahmu be allowed to enter. Soldiers and resources can be mobilized at will, and the defense should be carried out according to their wishes.

This resulted in the two holy spears transforming into anti-aircraft guns to stop the air raids of Rahmu on the north and south city walls, Leonidas and Ibaraki-doji being responsible for the defense of the city walls, and Quetzalcoatl alone going on a rampage in the Rahmu group, carrying out a decapitation strike, chasing after the eleven sons and attacking them as soon as they showed their heads.