A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

Just like, in the past...

As if to say, this kind of thing has been repeated many times in the future.

However, Rin had no reason to resist, there was another reason.

Due to Rin's genius in magic, even though his magic circuit was dominated by others, Rin immediately understood that the spell he was about to launch might far exceed the 'shield' he wanted to construct, achieving powerful effectiveness. blow.

And then—magic was unleashed.

The cavalry, Luvia, and the miko who controlled the swarm saw ‘that scene’.

Although it only existed for a few seconds——Tohsaka Rin's hair was dyed blond and her eyes were shining with crimson light.

But what surprised everyone even more was the technique Rin unleashed.

The Shield of Ajax unfolds its seven huge petals and resists all things. Luvia believes that it was born from Rin's chant.

However, all seven huge petals were dyed the color of the lightless earth, and while pale flames ignited around the petals, they soared high into the sky.

That gesture is not so much a flower petal as it is——

It's like the earth is trying to suppress the sky.

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above.

"Bahuang bows down to Jabal Hamrin Breaker, the Hammer of the Sky!"

The goddess Ishtar shouted the name of the divine punishment she had sent down——

The brilliance of the pseudo-generated Venus turned into the energy of destruction and end, and began to fall to the earth.

But, at that moment.

The shadows in front of the goddess's eyes disappeared together.

"?"

No, to be precise, it just seemed to dissipate, and the shadow was swallowed up by the 'world' rising up from below.

In the huge petal-shaped land approaching Ishtar.

"Eh……"

That was the first time the goddess Ishtar showed a strong expression of confusion since she took possession of the inside of the container named Philia.

However, His divine eyes quickly discerned the situation. The goddess narrowed her eyes while understanding the situation.

"This kind of thing...that loser...did it..."

From a long time ago, Ishtar has felt the aura of the ‘underworld’.

In this city, there are also servants in charge of the ‘underworld’.

However, it was only the power of the Servant after all. Because it was different from the person in the underworld with whom he was destined, and was not related to the legend, it was not a being that could grant him death, so he did not take it seriously.

However, the situation reversed in just a few seconds——

There is a connection to the underworld within the city, which is the Crystal Hill Building where Gilgamesh's remains are stored. This temple, which originated in Mesopotamia, is closely connected to the Crystal Hill by the ‘Lock of Heaven’ created by the divinity of the same era as the goddess.

Since he, the remnant of God, appears in this world, other aspects of God that are both superficial and internal to him may have been born somewhere.

Despite this, when he had complete control over the container Philia, he was sure that the 'other goddess' would not appear in this world.

This premise has now been reversed.

"That black-haired magician... I always feel a sense of incompatibility. It turns out that she had a fate with that dark goddess in a certain world...!"

While Ishtar cursed fiercely, he switched his target to the approaching ‘underworld’ itself, and smashed down the power that once destroyed Mount Abifu.

A fierce collision between the sky and the underworld.

Light and shadow flooded the world, creating sweeping shock waves across the Snowfield sky.

Light and darkness shuttle across the sky, and a scene reminiscent of the end of the world continues to spread across the upper levels of the temple.

"Even so, this is not the underworld! It is my domain! Ereshkigal!"

After the goddess Ishtar called out the name of the divinity that was the same as herself, she intended to subjugate the underworld itself, which had risen to the sky with its own power.

He condensed further magic power from the sky of stars, trying to create a 'light' that seemed to take away the sky in the world.

"In this firmament, your power can pass through me—"

Before she finished speaking, the goddess Ishtar turned her head as if she was bouncing.

Something is approaching here.

Something that would kill me as a god.

But by the time He realized this, it was already too late.

That existence flew from the east of the earth at an unavoidable speed.

There is no room to control Ma Anna. If you act rashly here, you will definitely be crushed by the 'underworld' in front of you.

Even so, the entire divinity of the goddess Ishtar chose the option of preventing that 'being'.

The goddess turned her left hand that was not holding the war hammer Sita towards the east, exerting her power with all her strength, intending to stop the 'being' that was attacking her.

At a speed that shattered all power and left the sound behind, that 'existence' passed through the shock wave of light and shadow generated from here, and rushed straight towards the sky.

That's an arrow.

This arrow is different from the magic arrows shot by the Avengers before. It is just a simple iron block.

But Ishtar's divine eye saw it.

In that small arrow, the concept of letting myself, the goddess Ishtar, fall from the sky was brewing.

It can even be said that this arrow was born to shoot down the 'god' in the sky.

——Why does such a thing exist?

——I don’t know, even in the era of Uruk, this kind of——

Rather than fear and anger, the first thing the goddess felt was intense confusion. She couldn't help but try her best to destroy the arrow.

However, it was too late - the arrow silently hit the goddess's left hand.

The arrow stuck in the palm of the goddess's left hand, while slicing open the left arm that gradually became the 'vessel' of the god's body, flew towards the sky, and soon lost its power and fell towards the ground.

Although the key point was avoided at the critical moment, the outcome will not change.

"..."

On the torn arm, there was a 'shadow' that was fused with the shadow of the 'underworld' and had the appearance of the Garra evil spirit - that is, the concept of death.

The goddess Ishtar understood that her soul was merging with death and being dragged into the underworld in front of her. She said this to the groups of shadows.

"...I really want to ask, how far have you come? The Dark Boatman (assassin)."

The shadow is slowly disintegrating, and the shadow's self can no longer be felt at all.

I'm afraid the spirit base has reached its limit.

However, in the end, the soul that merged with "death" will flow into myself as the container of the Lesser Holy Grail, so it is meaningless.

Even though the goddess has the power to stop all this - but the protection of this power is penetrated by the 'arrow', there is no way to stop the influx of death.

"Although I am not a 'god' to you...but be proud of yourself!"

After smiling bravely, the body of the goddess Ishtar began to fall from the sky.

"You did... ring the evening bell in this sky!"

The goddess let her body fall into the falling temple and turned her divine eyes to the east, looking for another shadow.

Then, he finally discovered the figure.

The figure of a man who shattered his own power and shot arrows just to pierce the 'god'.

That was the one who was lying in ambush on the roof of Snowfield Police Station, raising his crossbow at him——

A mercenary who has a childlike appearance and is a magician.

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Police station roof.

After finishing shooting, Sigma felt extremely calm.

If the shot missed, everything would be over, but for some reason, he was sure that it would never miss.

This is not about my shooting ability.

Because he was convinced that this crossbow existed only to shoot down the god, the goddess Ishtar.

"To be honest... I didn't expect it to come to this."

Sigma muttered calmly, and the tall hunter 'Shadow' sitting aside spoke.

"It's the Bow of the Fallen Angel. It makes me feel very complicated, but what should I say, something like this happens occasionally. Cause and effect come first, so it must be true - isn't this thing a deception?"

Seeing the normally smiling hunter's shadow speaking with an unprecedented serious expression, Sigma thought about it quietly.

That happened a few minutes ago, when this arrow was created.

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A few dozen minutes ago, the police station.

"I know a lot about you. You're such a tough guy!"

Alexandre Dumas appeared in front of Sigma, showing no signs of alertness.

As Dumas said, he should understand - from the fact that Sigma's servants have no offensive capabilities, to the fact that Sigma is not hostile to the Sheriff and the others.

Such a great writer looked at the "Crossbow" handed over by Sigma, and then said.

"Ah, I always feel that there is something unscrupulous in it, the kind that even I can hardly mess with. But, if this thing is a treasure that I can't repair, I guess it's okay. Even if you don’t do it, you can still penetrate the goddess, right?”

These are the crossbows and arrows prepared by Minqiuchun's parents as catalysts for summoning heroic spirits.

"Having said that, even I can't do anything to make it something that can hit the goddess. I need the advice of someone who is well versed in this matter."

Dumas shrugged, and the police chief spoke.

"I know this is a bit excessive. If necessary, I will use a command spell to increase your magic power."

"Of course. I need you to pledge a command spell, and assistance beyond that is not available, you know, right? Trying to upgrade this treasure to a level that is far beyond the level of my craftsmanship."

"I don't know much about the handling of cultural relics."

"Ah, I'm not asking you to do anything, man. I've already made an agreement with the experts."

Alexandre Dumas said, taking out a mobile phone from his arms.

It was a model unknown to the director, and it was blue.

"What do you mean?"

"You mean calling me with a secret weapon, brother. Oh, I just got in touch not long ago."

The great writer said with a relaxed expression, placing his cell phone next to the crossbow.

"Hey, can you hear me, teacher over there?"

At this time, a voice came from the mobile phone.

"The signal is very good and the sound quality is about the same as the latest models from Périgord."

"Wait a minute, Warlock, why can you get through on your phone?"

Since the communication signal has been blocked, it means that magic communication is taking place - but the blue mobile phone seems to hide quite clever magic. In the director's opinion, it is just a blue mobile phone.

"This thing is a special product."

After Dumas finished speaking, he asked the person on the other end of the phone.

"Hey, teacher, do you have any good ideas?"

"...Telling your thoughts to that great writer may sound daunting...but there is no time to hesitate..."

"This voice...could it be Mr. Lord El-Melloi?!"

"As I said before, it's the second generation. Please don't forget to add this."

El-Melloi II is the Lord of the Clock Tower who the director and others had a conversation with when they formed an alliance with Flatt a few days ago.

Was there any connection formed at that time?

The director wanted to question the warlock right away, but he felt that now was not the time to dwell on such an issue, so he continued to ask.

"I'm sorry, Mr. II. We hope to get your help again."

Then, on the advice of El-Melloi II, the assault began.

"...First of all, the most important premise - to determine whether the Emperor's crossbow prepared by the Minqiu couple is authentic... Based on Mr. Warlock's analysis and Mr. Sigma's information, it should be true."

While listening to the second son's voice, Alexandre Dumas was writing furiously on his desk.

An old cooking cauldron stood next to the desk, and a strange air spread in the room.

The warlock put the crossbow into the cooking cauldron that appeared due to the Noble Phantasm, and then placed the 'original manuscript' he wrote into the pot. It’s such a surreal sight.

Normally you can reassemble it by just touching it with your hands, but if it is a large piece, you must follow these steps.

"If that god is Ishtar from Sumer, or has a similar aspect, then the domain she controls is the sky. To go further, what my students were involved in a few days ago is almost an inherent barrier. The world... If the so-called underworld elements still remain on the streets, then the possibility of the underworld in Ereshkigal and Sumer also appearing is very high. But in the end, this is just wishful thinking, and now this The situation is hopeless.”

"What should we do, teacher?"

The great writer happily called others "teacher" repeatedly, but the magic instructor on the other end of the phone asserted with a serious face.

"Take care."

"Take care of?"

"Xu Fu was ordered by Qin Shihuang to go to sea in search of the power of immortality. It is said that Qin Shihuang's crossbow shot the sea god who hindered Xu Fu's navigation - in other words, the weapon shot the giant mackerel who was the embodiment of the sea. Mr. Sigma met That red beauty is most likely the remnant of the Poseidon who appeared in the underworld."

In this calm tone, the second generation began to explain the art of killing the god.

"The blue of the sea is a reflection of the sky. If we combine it from this point of view, it is entirely possible to create a false 'Fallen Angel Weapon'."