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The evening twilight cast its light upon the land, and Asher slumped to the ground, panting.
"It really was too much," he muttered, looking at the dense array of enemies before him, but his heart remained calm.
After letting Kiara Sesshouin go earlier, Asher immediately rushed towards Britain and then discovered this vast divine army marching towards Britain. They broke through several defense lines like a hot knife through butter, and Asher finally jumped off the eight-legged Pegasus, summoned his Gate of Babylon, and transformed into a white dragon, engaging in a fierce battle with the divine army. The result was as seen now: even after killing a large number of enemy troops, a dense mass remained, and he had completely exhausted both his stamina and magical energy.
However, the amplification from the World Tree was not only for the Norse Gods; it also worked for Asher, allowing him to continuously use magical energy even now. But even if he could constantly draw magical energy for his own use, one person's strength was ultimately limited. Stopping a hundred thousand divine soldiers for nearly an entire afternoon had reached his limit. Moreover, this seemed to be because the divine army was unwilling to incur too many casualties, thus engaging Asher in a war of attrition.
In reality, Asher had mentally prepared himself the moment he jumped off the eight-legged Pegasus. He was, after all, merely a Servant. How could he possibly contend with such a vast divine army? Even summoning the Chains of Heaven would be far from enough.
Regardless, these were still divine beings. Even if Niohoggr's goal was likely just to overwhelm Britain with a human-wave tactic, and the gods were mass-produced for this purpose, they were still not to be underestimated. After all, this was an army of a full hundred thousand.
However, his objective had been achieved. From afternoon until now, nearly an entire afternoon had passed. Lily must have noticed the divine army approaching the first defense line long ago and should be able to make a corresponding response, but that was no longer his concern. After all, he was too exhausted to worry even if he wanted to.
The only thing he could do was keep stalling!
"The rest is up to Lily." Asher sat on the ground, grabbed a god attacking from behind, and swung it into another god lunging from the side. Asher remembered Scathach once telling him that one person's strength was ultimately limited. No matter how strong, if facing numerous weaker enemies, it would still be difficult to turn the tide of battle. Now that he thought about it, it was indeed true.
Yes, one person could hardly turn the tide of battle, but he could still deter a massive army!
The divine army remained stationary in front of Asher, their terrifying pressure making it difficult to breathe. They no longer advanced even half a step. Earlier, they had been found with a weakness when they advanced, suffering heavy losses, so now this entire army finally dared not advance rashly. But this didn't mean they had no other options.
The gods in silver armor quietly looked towards Asher,
seemingly chanting something. It was an extremely ancient script, but Asher could understand it. How could he not understand? This was Runic script, and this entire army before him had learned Runic script. Although he wasn't sure how much they had learned, with so many magical arts combined, even the weakest magic would have its destructive power multiplied.
"Come on, it's time to put an end to this!" Asher slowly propped himself up by his knees and stood. Countless golden circles bloomed behind him, shining as bright as day. Weapons from the Gate of Babylon continuously flew out, accurately piercing through the gods' bodies. The magic attacking from high in the sky also exploded violently upon colliding with the weapons projected from the Gate of Babylon.
Looking at the dazzling scene before him, Asher suddenly remembered a question Kiara Sesshouin had asked him earlier. "Aren't you afraid of death?"
This was a very foolish question. No one was afraid of death, unless they were like his teachers far away in Britain, who had lived for a very long time. But he was truly not afraid of death... At least in this world, Asher believed it was alright if he sacrificed himself when necessary. He was a Servant after all; being killed for him was like waking up from a dream.
The secret of the Northern Country had been found, and he had already sent word back to Artoria through the attendant he saved earlier. While that World Tree was certainly difficult to destroy, using the Anchor of the Stars might be able to destroy it. After all, even that World Tree was merely artificially created by
Niohoggr. This entire Northern Country was Niohoggr's conspiracy. It wanted to revive the Age of Gods and had plotted for a very long time, but failed at the last crucial moment. No one would have expected that the Servant they summoned... perhaps even a Beast, could actually backfire on them.
The Gate of Babylon finally became unsustainable; his magical energy was rapidly depleting. Asher could barely even transform into a white dragon to escape, but he no longer bothered to escape. Besides, these divine armies wouldn't give him a chance to escape. He had felt the enemy creating an inescapable barrier when they were fighting earlier, but he simply hadn't paid attention. From the moment he jumped down to intercept them, he had no intention of leaving.
Dazzling light appeared again in the distance. Unbeknownst to him, night had fallen. The enemy's Rune magic gathered together, shining in mid-air, beautiful like fireworks. A leading deity raised their hand and waved it in Asher's direction. This was a final farewell to their enemy, and the highest respect they could offer as foes. Asher lay on the ground, slowly closing his eyes. Finally, he could return... His heart felt incredibly light.
However, in the next second, a faint, lingering voice
drifted from the distance. Asher heard the voice; it said: "Heavens' Delight - Womb Realm Mandala." Asher opened his eyes again. It was a Noble Phantasm he had never seen before. No, could something like that truly be called a Noble Phantasm...? Asher wondered.
Countless gods vanished within that Noble Phantasm, seemingly devoured, disappearing even before they could scream. Asher felt himself being uncontrollably drawn by that power. However, in the very next second, the Noble Phantasm suddenly stopped. He smelled a very sweet fragrance. Turning his head, he saw Kiara Sesshouin quietly squatting beside him, her face adorned with a captivating smile.
"Mr. Asher, why are you so surprised? Since you're not even afraid of death, are you afraid of me? Am I someone even more terrifying than death?" Kiara Sesshouin tilted her head slightly towards the army rushing in the distance. She picked up Asher, who was completely unable to struggle anymore. Glancing at Artoria, who was leading the charge on Dun Stallion, Kiara Sesshouin leaned down and kissed Asher's lips, then revealed a sweet smile filled with compassion, and softly said: "Let me take you away from here. Trust me, after this... you will experience true pleasure."
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