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

Lowe gave Goetia a smile.

When releasing the temple, in order to prevent others from being in danger, he only chose Tiamat as his target. However, Goetia also activated teleportation at the last moment and rushed back in her own way, hiding by his side. He vaguely sensed all of this.

And indeed, that's exactly what happened; Goetia was right there.

"Seriously... how did your personality become like this? Or is this just your true personality? It's really worrying."

"Forget it, this guy is incredibly strong. The Ten Commandments aren't in my hands, and I can't keep her in check for long until the other Demon Pillars arrive. If you want to do something, you'd better finish this quickly."

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you."

Lovi smiled and replied, then slowly raised his right hand, gently lifting the suspended cone of light, and began to continuously pour the magic power of the Holy Grail into it.

"Here you go, Tiamat, this is my last magic trick."

"——Fairy transformation."

Chapter 309 An Answer

Rumble rumble rumble—!!!

Blinding light and continuous explosions echoed outside the exhaust vents, the terrifying impact of which could be heard even from a great distance.

And from time to time, there are also rumors like—

"Muda muda muda muda muda muda—!! Demon Pillars, your attacks are the most useless!"

Such an incredibly exciting sound.

Therefore—

Why did things turn out this way?

This is a situation that no one could have predicted.

On the way to the exhaust vent, two groups of people, though from different places but with the same goal, had been fighting to the death for half a day.

Rafe's eyelids twitched uncontrollably as he watched the enormous pyramid rising from the Temple of Time, especially when he saw the guy standing on his grave striking a flamboyant pose. This only fueled his rage.

On the other side, the heroic spirits who had just gotten off the vehicle were also confused about the current situation and began to pick up their weapons and engage in their own battles.

After all, not long ago, Goetia attacked Chaldea and interrupted their teleportation program, forcing them to board that extremely bumpy steel ship and plunge into the imaginary world. In the end, whether it was divine favor or their own good fortune, they finally arrived at their destination.

Even Jason was surprised to find himself safely landing when he got off the train; he had been prepared to be crushed by the imaginary world.

After all, who could have imagined that such a godforsaken place would change its coordinates and location every ten minutes or so? Inside, they not only had to observe the direction, but also ensure that they were always moving towards their goal without deviating from their course. Such an absurd thing was too much to ask of even a captain from the mythical era.

Finally, he disregarded all other considerations and prayed in his heart to everyone he could, from Zeus and God to Buddha and Taoism. In the end, whether it was divine intervention or not, they finally found a crack or a ray of light in the chaotic ocean after going through countless hardships, and managed to crawl out with all their might.

He admitted at the time that there was an element of gambling involved, but it turned out he was right.

And the gamble was quite right, except that the destination may have deviated slightly. The original destination, Uruk, inexplicably led us to a place isolated from the rest of the world.

As soon as they disembarked to check the situation, Ramses II sensed his friend's unease and forced Jason to sail towards the exhaust vent. Joan of Arc, after feeling that divine power, directly pointed the way to Jason, saying that the saint, the Son, or the Holy Spirit was over there, and that in that direction lay the being she was searching for, a being she could only admire.

Jason couldn't understand their language, but as the only one driving the boat, he naturally couldn't refute them, so he drove this way. When they arrived, they had just gotten off the boat when the densely packed group of demonic pillars in front of them made his heart stop for a moment.

He suddenly realized where he was.

Jason slapped his forehead, inwardly exclaiming in surprise.

Oh no, I think I've led everyone into the enemy's lair!

Therefore, since so many Servants present had grudges against the Demon Pillars, and Goetia had recently bombed Chaldea, there was not much to say. The Demon Pillars wanted to speak, but the Heroic Spirits didn't want to listen, so they immediately started a chaotic battle.

Ramses II, in particular, vividly remembered being ganged up on by the Demon Pillars during the Sixth Singularity. Without saying a word, he immediately used the Field Magic: Great Complex Temple of Radiance and began a barrage of attacks.

The artillery fire here has never stopped since the beginning. Under this barrage, the weakest members of the team, Jason and Blackbeard, who were only brought up as drivers, could only hide in a corner, trembling and praying that they wouldn't be hit.

Although it was right to fight the Demon Pillars, and Jason had some grudges with them, he still felt something was off. After all, the green guy clearly wanted to say something, but Ramses II silenced him with his beam of light, and he didn't feel any strong fighting spirit from the Demon Pillars.

"that……"

Jason intended to warn the others, but soon he heard the echo reverberating in his ears.

"Haha ...

"Crushed! Great Jade! Cheers! Resilient! Invincible!!"

Such words, and Ramses II standing on the grave, firing directly at the Demon Pillar.

Seeing how much fun this guy was having, and thinking about how he would definitely get killed if he intervened, Jason silently shrank back.

Joan of Arc tried to persuade him to stop, to stop arguing here, and to go together to support the exhaust vent, but he refuted her several times.

Compared to Ramses II, who was excitedly firing wildly on this side, the Demon Pillars on the other side were much more furious than the Heroic Spirits.

Especially the traitor Rafe, he's practically bursting with rage now.

Everything was almost done, everything was arranged perfectly, the king had returned, and his position as a loyal minister was secure. All he had to do was return immediately to offer his loyalty and support, and the mission would be accomplished. But then this group of people appeared halfway through and caused trouble.

Not long ago, Baal had clearly sensed a different direction, but the other side somehow acquired an imaginary underwater vehicle that somehow managed to cross half the distance of the temple and appear in front of them, stopping them in their tracks.

At first, when he saw these heroic spirits, although Lef was angry because he saw the King's temple being invaded, upon closer thought, he knew without a doubt that these guys were sent by that mediocre Romani to provide support. After all, during the time of the burning of humanity, only Chaldea could have done such a thing.

Although he felt that Leif was being nosy and that this behavior was undoubtedly a sign of distrust towards their Demon Pillars, Leif didn't think much of it at the time. He figured he could just share some of the credit, since he had reformed and no amount of purges would affect him.

The result was that he wouldn't listen to a single word a human being said.

He was clapping and smiling when he met him, ready to offer some words of advice, but he was killed by that guy who played with graves and loved to laugh, and he killed seven or eight of his lives in succession.

At this point, Rafe really couldn't take it anymore.

Even a clay figure has some temper, let alone the demon god Floros.

And so began a chaotic free-for-all.

Ramses II frowned, staring intently at the Demon Pillar below, but his gaze inadvertently drifted to the exhaust vent in the distance.

He could already smell it; it was the scent of his dearest friend.

My dear friends are indeed here; they haven't come to the wrong place.

Therefore, it is precisely for this reason that he must continue to intensify his efforts to suppress all these demonic pillars before going to help his dear friend.

Rafe stared at the exhaust vent with a grim expression.

Compared to Ramses II, he could still sense the treacherous presence of Goetia, yet Goetia was alone with the king? And even fighting alongside the king against Tiamat? Damn it, what an enviable opportunity!

Damn it, damn it, damn it.

That opportunity should have been his, so why was it taken away by Goetia? It's all because of these untimely guys. They've blocked his loyalty, it's unforgivable!

As the fight escalated, Rafe's inner fire was completely ignited. He raised his arm and unleashed his ultimate form, revealing himself as a demonic pillar in the Temple of Time, having abandoned his original body. He then continued his fierce battle with Ramses II.

On one side is absolute immortality, and on the other side is defense against the purging.

The two people held different beliefs, but they shared the same goal.

I absolutely must go and help my dear friend (Wang)!!

"—You bastard, you have to die!!"

The two roared and unleashed their strongest attacks once again.

As different colored lights burst forth, terrifying explosions and piercing whistles once again swept through the entire temple, drowning out Jason's and Joan of Arc's cries.

"Stop, stop now."

"Stop it! You must stop fighting!"

Soon, their helpless cries were completely swallowed by the explosion.

……

……

"Is it over?"

The answer, obviously, is still no.

Goetia stood aside, coldly observing everything that was happening before her eyes, watching the cone of light enter Tiamat's body. This was magic, even more so, a miracle, a targeted spell specifically created for Tiamat, or rather, for all the gods. Its effectiveness was self-evident, as could be seen from Tiamat's struggle.

Divinity is indeed degenerating or diminishing, much like how a normal-sized cake is repeatedly cut into several pieces and packed into boxes. Although they are still cakes, they are different in size.

Is this what he was thinking?

Instead of sealing or eliminating them, is it about turning such troubles into human beings?

Goetia still couldn't understand it.

Just as he couldn't understand why Solomon, who was clearly observing everything with a cold eye, was not expressing indifference but rather expectation for humanity and the desire to grant them freedom, and why he saw not only the evil side of humanity in his eyes but also its shining points, and ultimately made such an extremely foolish wish as to become human.

Now, after experiencing betrayal and hurt time and time again, Tiamat is still willing to stand up for humanity when she realizes that she has harmed them, and she even wants to become human herself.

why?

They were both omnipotent beings, one with the wisdom bestowed by God and the other with the power to create the world. Both could change everything according to their own preferences, yet they both chose to become human.

This is something Goetia never understood.

However, although he still didn't understand, Goetia watched quietly from the side, imprinting the paths the two had chosen into his mind.

The final dragon, sensing the magic, began to roar uneasily as its divinity waned.

Human evil, or rather, the malice that Tiamat had accumulated, was diminishing as she relinquished her divinity, and even her enormous body began to shrink at a visible rate.

This terrified her, made her uneasy, and made it impossible for her to accept this ending.

Is this all that awaited her after so many years of imprisonment? What about her return, her longing, and her malice?

Just as her body shrank to almost life-size, a terrifying red light flashed in her eyes, and then she suddenly pounced on the figure in front of her, revealing her sharp, shark-like teeth.

Her divinity and magic were fading and she desperately needed to replenish them, and the person before her was clearly the best replacement for her.

As long as I absorb his blood, as long as I eat him, and obtain his magic, I can still return to this world.

"court death!"

Upon noticing Tiamat's weak and feeble last stand, Goetia's eyes sharpened. He raised his arm to suppress her, but the person in front of him raised his hand instead, and then moved even faster.

He didn't dodge or push away; he simply stretched out his arms and embraced the other person gently, as if he were holding a precious treasure. At that moment, Tiamat's teeth pierced his shoulder, and bright red blood seeped out.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, but it's all over now. Please get some sleep. I promise you, when you wake up, it will all be over."

He patted Tiamat on the back and spoke softly, his gentle words like a breeze that soothed the heart and calmed the mind.

“Aaaa……aaa……glug, glug……”