Otherwise, you can find another savior.

It can regenerate at a speed even faster than the decomposition of Hades' power, and this level of power is not enough to harm him.

"Hahaha! My friend, you're really something. You've completely captured Zeus's attention! This would be extremely dangerous in the history of humankind."

Orion laughed and put Artemis down from his back.

Orion?

"This is the end. As a Servant in this world, the time I have to travel with you again is incredibly precious to me." Orion kissed Artemis solemnly. "Even if I am just a Servant, I still love you deeply, Artemis."

Are you leaving?

“Ah, this next strike is my final duty as a Grand Servant.” Orion looked at her. “After this strike, I will leave this place and will not be able to say goodbye to you.”

Artemis gazed at him silently, then said, "Then let me go with you."

"what?"

“To break through Zeus’s powerful defenses, we need the best arrows.” Artemis held Orion’s hand, her whole body radiating light. “I have no more power, and I can only offer you what I have left.”

Orion understood the meaning of those words; he could not stop it, nor should he.

She, from the Lostbelt, has not yet fully understood love, but she already knows how to express it.

Any words or actions that attempt to obstruct this love are a rejection of it.

When Artemis's body disappeared, all that remained in her hand was an incredibly sharp arrow.

"Idiot, you actually entrusted the last part to your own submachine gun before crashing?"

Orion, gripping his arrow, stood up and looked at Zeus, who seemed indifferent to the enemies other than Shiomi.

"My name is Orion, and I manifest in the world as a Grand Archer. Now, for my mission, I fight alongside my beloved moon goddess, becoming the path to victory!"

He raised his bow high and, with practiced ease and care, nocked the only arrow.

"I hereby declare that I relinquish my Grand Soul Origin, and with an arrow formed from my love, I will strike the great god Zeus. My head is held too high, Zeus! 'It is the arrow that pierces the great god' (Ortygia Amore Mio)!"

They relinquished their noble status and, together with their beloved who existed only in this time and place, paved the way for their future companions.

The third Noble Phantasm, which should not have existed, was created by Orion and Artemis.

Rapid fire, guaranteed to hit.

The sole purpose was to penetrate the defenses and deliver a single blow to reach the true form of Zeus, the machine god.

The bright, moon-like light outshone the thunder's brilliance and headed straight for the great god Zeus.

Focused on fighting the axe of Marduk before him, Zeus had no chance to defend or retaliate when he noticed the attack coming straight at him.

It cannot be avoided, it cannot be defended against.

If Zeus were to focus on defense and risk his crown rank and divine spirit for a single strike, the massive axe that was within arm's reach would cleave through his true form as a mechanical god.

Conversely, the very power that Zeus was so proud of to defend itself would be exposed at this moment.

"Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh! Orion! Artemis! You all—!"

The silver arrow pierced through the defenses and deeply penetrated Zeus's mechanical form, causing immense damage.

However, the hunter who shot the arrow, and the machine god who had always followed him but had not yet fully learned to love, could not see this scene.

All that remained at the highest point of the great altar were the slowly dissipating spiritual particles.

"Didn't you hear that?! That hero said, 'Your head is held too high! Zeus—!!!'"

With Shiomi's roar, Marduk's Axe pierced through the power defenses, struck Zeus's head, and unleashed an even greater impact, flashing between heaven and earth.

Chapter 107 Stalemate (1)

Artoria, who was on the roof of the great altar, was once again blinded by the glaring light and had to raise her hand to shield her eyes, but her eyes were still in the shadows, trying her best to capture the scene after the light dissipated.

Shiomi, wielding the axe of Marduk, launched a sudden attack, striking the head of Zeus's true form, taking advantage of Orion's unexpected arrow that pierced through Zeus's power defense.

Even the massive annihilation-type interstellar travel warship could not withstand such an impact, and it flipped to one side, swaying in the air for a few circles before barely managing to stabilize its posture.

“…In distant Mesopotamia, there lived the ancient god Marduk, a war god whom even Ares could not match.” Zeus was finally moved by this, “That axe was indeed dangerous.”

Shio let out a long breath, stretched her right hand straight to the side, supporting the giant axe floating in the sky, and looked down at Zeus: "Don't be in such a hurry, Zeus. I've only barely managed to open a small hole in your head. You and I still have the strength to continue fighting, right?"

Only two weapons are worthy of matching the supreme god of Olympus.

Marduk's Axe and Odin's Spear.

But Zeus still maintains his massive, divine form. Orion relinquished his crown and, together with Artemis, offered his life-saving arrow, which only destroyed a portion of the great composite power.

Otherwise, that axe blow would not have been as simple as just leaving a notch on Zeus's head.

The thunder roared continuously all around, and the magical energy in the air was so intense that even with the protection of Chaldea's Mystic Code, it was extremely difficult to breathe.

Every action and word can bring about changes in the situation.

The recurring lightning bolts had gradually changed from blue-white to pale gold, giving the Great Altar, and even the entire Orbital Great Temple of Dodona, a touch of extravagance.

Shiomi slowly raised her left hand, meeting Zeus's gaze from afar, watching each other's actions.

All things flow and change, and the world is ever-changing.

Magic coalesced into thunder, fire, frost, and storms, clashing between him and Zeus, affecting everything around them. The great altar was instantly reduced to rubble in the aftermath of the battle.

Dozens, hundreds, and eventually thousands.

The power that can be accomplished with just a flick of a finger, surpassing any magic, manifests as countless phenomena, battling time and again in the sky where magic is most activated and densest.

Artoria drew her holy sword and planted it in the pillar of the altar to maintain her standing posture. Approaching rashly now would only distract Shiomi.

He is engaging in a new war of attrition with Zeus, trying to force the latter to reveal a weakness.

After that, there will be a full-scale clash of their Noble Phantasms.

You yourself also need to be prepared.

"————The Great God, with his great composite powers, continues to unfold in parallel, liberating 45% of all functions/functions."

Amidst the deafening noise, Artoria heard that emotionless broadcast again.

“45%?” Artoria stared at Zeus.

It seems the chief god of Olympus understands that the final blow will determine the outcome of this world-destroying battle.

Therefore, Zeus no longer intended to conserve his power.

After all, if Zeus cannot defeat the new god before him, he will suffer the same fate as Cronus.

Ancient gods will eventually be overthrown by new gods; this kind of destiny also exists among the Olympian gods.

However, Zeus's full functional liberation did not increase rapidly.

As time ticked by, the struggle continued, but they hadn't even reached 50%.

As a super-civilization machine that surpasses the intelligence of this planet, Zeus's power cannot be unleashed without limit. Once it exceeds a certain limit, it will cause devastating damage to the true form of this machine god.

Zeus's inherent self-protective mechanisms limited his speed, but could not truly stop him.

No one can refute God's will, not even God himself.

Of course, another reason for the slow speed is the damage left by Orion's attack, which delayed Zeus's steps to unleash his full potential and activate his final Noble Phantasm.

On the other side, Shiomi also felt her body undergoing a further sublimation.

He thought that his body would soon be unable to withstand the almost unlimited magical power he was drawing from the environment, putting him in greater danger.

But the result seemed to be the complete opposite; he felt as if he had become a machine.

A humanoid device that converts magic into power output, or... a divine organization.

Manipulating magic in a near-self-destructive manner does not immediately bring backlash; the power not only outputs but also repairs and enhances itself.

Gradually, the thunder faded away, and the sound of the wind subsided.

But he felt that he had a deeper understanding of the world. Even though he was on a battlefield fighting Zeus, where he could be defeated and destroyed if he was not careful, Shiomi felt that the world was incredibly pleasant and comfortable.

Not because this is a Lostbelt, not because this is the Age of Gods.

Simply because it is also a world, and he is able to understand and change it.

It's as if this is the reason he was born in the first place.

It was not born for destruction or slaughter, nor does it exist for salvation or survival.

"...I see, that's why I was born..."

As if hearing a silent sound, tide Jian wanted to turn around to confirm where she came from, but she forcefully suppressed it with reason and brought her mind back to the present.

Zeus's powers continue to expand.

47%...51%...53%...56%...

Whether fast or slow, this progress continued, eventually stopping at around 62%.

If the liberation continues, Zeus will collapse from within due to the excessive output load.

It exceeded the power and scale it should have had at birth, expanded its power through the Crown of Cronus, and ultimately reached the limits of a god.

To defeat the enemy before you, you must fight to the death, not exchange your life for his.

Zeus, the great god, had an even grander purpose: to accomplish his plan, he had to win and survive.

There was no signal, no notification.

The endless clash of phenomena suddenly ceased, and the world returned to a brief period of calm.

The Noble Phantasm is ready; this strike will determine the outcome of the battle.

"It seems we've both grown weary of this drawn-out, unpredictable battle..." tide Jian chuckled, glancing disdainfully at Zeus's figure. "To determine the victor, the only way is indeed to unleash a strike with all our might—"

"—Noble Phantasm, prepare to be released."

Zeus focused all his attention on Shiomi.

Chapter 108 Stalemate (2)

The innermost part of the Orbital Grand Temple is the detached palace, just a step away from the Imaginary Tree.

Another battle is also gradually intensifying.

Scáthach and Katniss transformed into purple and gold shooting stars, constantly traversing the palace.

Collision, separation, and more collision—each clash unleashed a tremendous impact, leaving one horrific scar after another on the divinely crafted stone pillars of the detached palace.

Kirshtalia ignored it, for he too was facing an enemy beyond imagination.

The magical reaction emanating from the high altar was so intense that it could not be ignored, and the tremors in the palace even affected the Imaginary Tree.

Kirshtalia stared intently into Morgan's eyes, her expression grave: "How about you show a little concern for your husband, Great Witch?"

“I have always been concerned, which is why I am so eager to end this battle and assist Wufu.” Morgan coldly looked at Kirshtalia not far away. “There are very few human magicians who can fight me to this extent. Besides Wufu, only the Magic King is this troublesome.”

“I am honored to be compared to those two,” Kirshtalia said with a polite smile.

“Forget the social niceties.” Morgan looked at him. “You seem rather unconcerned about your ally, Kirshtalia Wodim?”

“It’s nothing, we just share similar ideals, which is why we became allies; but our ultimate goals are opposite, so we’ll inevitably become rivals,” Kirshtalia said. “On the point of ‘resurrecting the Age of Gods,’ I share the same goal as Zeus; but his ultimate goal was to escape Earth, ‘abandon this planet, and return to the universe’—”

Morgan understood: "I see. So you are destined to be incompatible. Chaldea is merely an obstacle you must overcome before your final battle?"

“How could that be?” Kirshtalia shook her head. “If it were when the human rights bleaching had just begun, I could still think that way. But now, even though my determination hasn’t wavered, my final confidence is no longer complete.”

“Very self-aware,” Morgan praised, rather than mocked.

Knowing the strength of one's opponent and still clinging to blind faith is the most foolish thing to do.

“To be honest, if Zeus intended to use the interstellar city-mountain range as a new starship and take his people on a journey, I might agree,” Kirshtalia continued, acknowledging a certain fact. “But you heard me, Zeus intends to abandon the Olympian citizens who define themselves as gods. That is by no means the ‘Age of Gods,’ but rather the decline of the divine age in pan-human history.”

Morgan thought for a moment: "That's true. Without humanity, there's no point in preserving the Age of Gods. That's not what Zeus needed in the first place, is it?"

“That’s right. So even Europa, the goddess of pan-human history, couldn’t change Zeus’s heart in the Lostbelt.” Kirshtalia shook her head helplessly. “Perhaps this is the curse from the source of the universe.”

"Taiyuan? You mean Zeus... no, the origin of the Olympian gods?" Morgan pressed.

“Even with all its capabilities combined, the interstellar fleet cannot defy the policies of the ‘Primordial Father.’ How tragic, my friend Zeus… no, Chaos.” Kirshtalia uttered another name.

Morgan narrowed his eyes slightly: "Chaos?"

In Greek mythology, it is the origin of everything.

Like Tiamat in Mesopotamian mythology, a supreme primordial being.

However, since the Olympian god was the flower of the machine god, Chaos must be the prototype machine of these gods, or rather... the mothership!