Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

Clearly, Novia's response did not particularly please Tralock, but perhaps she was deliberately making that expression.

She turned and disappeared into the cockpit, leaving behind a single sentence.

"Let's have a proper talk alone after we deal with this guy, okay, my master?"

269: Adam, get moving! (4k)

On one side are the original humans from biblical mythology.

On one side are urban robots, equivalent to the third sun of the Americas.

Two heroes, on the verge of exploding, confront each other in the dark forest under the cover of night—a truly incongruous stage.

Each of their feet represents an extension of their respective domain.

The Garden of Eden in the Bible, the underworld of America.

"How disrespectful, lord of heretics!"

Avisbro, riding his golem, stared directly at the American giant confronting him, and then the warlock continued his pronouncement.

“Our King, the supreme ‘Adam’ will surely save everything in the world.”

As his voice faded, Adam Golem began to move, its very presence evoking images of a natural disaster like an avalanche or tsunami, or a storm, but one that was 'adjusted for nature'.

With a crash, a deafening roar, and the air vibrating, as if endless magical remnants were scattering in its movements, the mindless golem, driven only by power, was about to unleash its destruction upon Tenochtitlan, not far away, just as its creator had foretold.

However, before they had taken more than a few steps, Adam the Golem stopped in his tracks.

"......What?"

Avisbro was taken aback by this, because he could actually sense hesitation and fear in Adam Golem.

Why is this?

How could someone, completely unaware of their own existence, develop such a disrespectful attitude towards a god from a pagan religion?

That's right, Adam Golem is not afraid of death. If he cannot complete the task assigned to him, he will fight to the bitter end.

But at this moment his thinking was very reasonable. It did not contain any enlightenment, but only a feeling of innate fear.

"Adam! Let me be your mind!"

The sorcerer's cry was transmitted into Adam's body.

While Avisbro was alive, he knew that people die, the old die, adults die, babies die, children die; everyone faces death equally, without hesitation or room for forgiveness...

But Avisbro did not forgive those who killed and harmed innocent people.

And what is even more unforgivable is my own indifference and avoidance of this issue.

Hypocrisy conceals the truth, pours hot oil on a raging fire, embellishes a tragic scene with blood, and leaves behind only emptiness.

Even in the instant of fleeing, one has already lost the right to be a savior.

However, even so—

"Get moving, Adam! You existed to take away our suffering!"

Perhaps it was the warlock's will that acted as the consciousness of the mindless Adam Golem, for the golem roared and charged forward.

Of course, during this time, Novia had already had the aquatic city robot Tenochtitlan use the power of Quetzalcoatl, and a creation hurricane, just like in its creation legend, rushed towards the Adam Golem. It was a huge magical force that had been compressed to the extreme.

Adam Golem flinched as one of his hands was twisted.

At the same time, a sound like the body being ripped apart came from Adam the Golem, deeply etching slanted cracks into its body.

Then, the wind that twisted the arm quickly reached Adam Golem's knees, shattering his joints and forcing the golem to its knees, unable to withstand the force.

However, the giant on which Avisbro placed his hopes was not an ordinary golem, but the original human 'Adam'.

In less than a second, the injury was completely healed. After all, Adam Golem's feet were on the 'Garden of Eden'. As long as one foot was still on the earth in this paradise, the world would bless 'Primordial Humans', because no one would bleed in the paradise.

But this very attack made Avisbro feel something inexplicable: that the greatest foundation of the Bible was willing to help the other side, rather than Adam?!

The resulting overwhelming difference in magical power left Avisbro bewildered once again, perhaps more bewildered than he had been in his entire life.

Before the sorcerer could even ponder this, the next instant, the giant's body in his line of sight tilted sharply forward.

"...What, what is this?!"

All the Servants watching from the sidelines, including Avisbron himself, echoed this sentiment.

Because the night trembled.

It was an endless thunderbolt born from the body of an American giant and shot directly into the sky.

Nevertheless, no one saw it except for the Servants and Masters who participated in the Holy Grail War.

"I see, do you understand now, Achilles?"

With a touch of sadness, Chiron spoke to his disciple from the other side of the battlefield.

As the most well-known sage in Greek mythology, he naturally noticed the reason for this phenomenon.

"...Let me think, it seems to be something called texture, right, teacher?"

"That's right, that's what living gods are like. Although they have been separated from the texture, they can no longer do whatever they want with the world. In the past, they could create storms with a breath and split the world with a wave of their hand, but now they can no longer do that... Even so, once a god appears, his inherent powers still do indeed play a role."

Gazing at Astolfo and Achilles beside him, and then at Atalanta hidden in the forest, Chiron continued.

"The fifth sun god of the Americas, known as Tonatius, is also an omnipotent god, whose status is equivalent to Zeus. However, unlike Zeus, who is known to the world more for his thunder, this omnipotent sun god is the sun, and naturally possesses corresponding powers. For example, just like Zeus's power to transform into all kinds of creatures, the power corresponding to the sun god is to transform into the strongest thing in the world's mythology—the sun."

The power of the sun, in other words, is to transform into the sun or to call upon the sun.

While no mythology in the world is devoid of gods of the sun and moon, it is rare to find a pantheon that regards the sun as the supreme deity and has continued to this day.

The Egyptian faith in Ra has long been lost.

Amaterasu of Japan performed poorly.

With a creaking rumble of thunder, four 'suns' appeared above the giant's head.

"In contrast to Western magic that deceives the world and thought magic that temporarily alters the world by relying on a thought disk that was once integrated with the earth, the sacrifice based on the Americas takes death as its core and its base disk is spread across the Americas. As a god that negates past sacrifices and brings new life, it is not an exaggeration to regard the Americas as a whole god. Although our Zeus can also do this, there is a clear dimensional difference between the two in terms of precision."

Now, four suns have appeared above the head of that American giant.

Avisbro's intuition told him that each of them contained extremely powerful divine magic.

Each of them possesses strength comparable to or even surpassing that of Adam Golem.

At that moment, Avisbro seemed to see, under such intense heat, the indifference of the pagan god and his words—

"Let it fall."

Then, the four suns merged into one, becoming one of the ultimate entities standing in the spiral of space, and fell from the sky.

Pure pressure causes space to crack, the earth to split open like clay, and all things are inevitably and easily torn apart.

Even the Adam Golem standing on the ground is an example of this.

The sun's light is not complex, but those around it hold their breath at its overwhelming beauty.

Perhaps even the 'original humans' were the same.

Therefore, the moment the self-shattering impact reached him, the golem crafted from stone, wood, and soil even reached out towards the beautiful light—

Adam Golem was destroyed in less than a second, and everything ended in that instant.

The surrounding trees withered even faster than the golem collapsed, the earth could no longer be a paradise, and the 'primordial humans' who should have been immortal also disappeared.

As for the Black Faction warlock Avisbro, his spirit core was also shattered, and he was about to turn into blue light spots and dissipate. However, at this moment, he just stared blankly at everything that had withered due to Adam's disappearance. Then, Novia, who had come out of Tenochtitlan, walked over.

"It's over."

“…Yes.” Avisbro turned to look at Novia, lost in thought. “But that’s all…”

"After all, I am a pagan god to you, so I generally don't believe what a devout believer like you says."

Avisbro did not answer, but Novia did not seem to care.

He walked past Avisbroun and sighed at the spot where Adam had just been, at the disappearing giant.

Is this a tribute to the unconscious golem with the concept of Adam, or a tribute to the meaning that Adam symbolizes?

Avisbro's whereabouts are unknown.

Although it seemed somewhat comical for a god, shirtless and wearing half a ferocious leopard mask, to mourn 'Adam,' who was a heretical figure to him, the sorcerer did not think so.

He simply felt that, despite being a pagan deity, this South American sun god was beautiful.

While appreciating its beauty, I also felt a sense of endearment.

After Adam Golem completely dissipated, a flower appeared out of nowhere and landed in Novia's hand. He then took the flower to the sorcerer leaning against a large tree and handed it to him.

"This is the core of Adam. Here you go, Solomon Ibn Qabirul. Perhaps we can become friends someday."

"...Is that so, Your Excellency...?"

Avisbro murmured, involuntarily hugging the flower to his chest. In his hazy vision, the sun god seemed to smile slightly.

"...Indeed, it's really beautiful..."

The Black Sorcerer, Avisbro, who sought to witness the birth of the "Great King who will guide us, who have endured countless hardships, back into the Garden of Eden," has departed the stage.

Then Novia glanced in the direction of Sigishvara—

"...Have they found out?"

"Hmm? Master, what do you mean by this?"

"No, it might just be my imagination."

Upon hearing the words of the assassin Semiramis, Amakusa Shiro breathed a sigh of relief.

Before him stood a colossal building beyond imagination. Lush green floating islands and marble floors were neatly arranged and constructed of pillars, with various plants entwined everywhere, blending chaotic ugliness with dazzling beauty.

It's less like a garden and more like a fortress; more like a giant flying weapon than a fortress.

This is Semiramis's treasure weapon—the Hanging Gardens of Vanity.

"But if we activate it, is there any chance of defeating that god...?"

"I can't guarantee it, but it will probably be a great decisive battle... It will likely be a battle like this one, a battle that is like a myth."

"In any case, our goal right now is not that sun god, but just to obtain the Greater Grail."

At this moment, the South American Sun God does not belong to either side, while the Black side has lost the support of the swordsman and the departure of the sorcerer. As for the berserker, he probably can't go back either. In addition, the assassin who has not yet arrived has left only three servants, while the Red side still has six, which is obviously from the top.

Therefore, Amakusa Shiro has decided to launch a surprise attack on the Yggdrasil family and obtain the Greater Grail from Darnic.

The arbitrator, who had waited sixty years, had previously asked:

Why, why are we not forgiven? That is absolutely not salvation; there is only despair and regret there.

But this time he was determined to obtain the Holy Grail, and poured out his whole spirit to tell God:

My wish will surely come true with your blessing.

"Lord, I will not let that tragedy repeat itself. The Holy Grail—belongs to us."

The judge, who had waited sixty years, looked up at the high, clear sky with eyes full of unwavering determination.

His old dreams still linger in his heart.

.....

The scene returns to the eastern forest of Torifas. Novia stares at the urban robot Tenochtitlan, which still hasn't disappeared after a long time. Although he could forcibly make it disappear, he thinks for a moment and then goes back inside.

Upon re-entering the cockpit, the quiet, steady, and somewhat aloof yet pleasant voice was—

"Favier".

"It's been a long time since I've heard you call me that."

"Yes, after all, you didn't die, and you're still here alive and kicking."

Regardless of Tralock's somewhat cold tone or his overly explicit manner of speaking.

This naturally brought a smile to Novia's face.

"...Why don't you come looking for us?"