A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

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Snowfield City, industrial area.

At a particularly tall chimney located in the factory area.

I don't know whether it was due to the commotion in the past few days or the approaching typhoon, but the factory did not start work, and there was no smoke or heat coming out of the chimney.

However, as if to replace it, an ominous and violent breath surged from the chimney.

"The reverberation of the delusion of becoming a god!"

On the bow he held in his hand, twisted magic power that was reminiscent of black sludge began to gather.

It was the dark mud that eroded with the poison of Hydra in its strong spiritual base.

"Let this be the arrow that marks the end of martial arts and engrave it on that hollow!"

Deliberately surrounding his body with black mud, this heroic spirit - Alcides, began his revenge on God.

"——Nine Lives——"

That was the Noble Phantasm released to Gilgamesh a few days ago on the street in front of the hospital.

However, now that all the shackles have been broken and Bazdilot Cotilio, as the Master, has supplied the magic power to the limit, this Noble Phantasm has appeared in the world in a completely different form than before.

Although Alcides was at the top of a very narrow chimney, he drew his bow with a stable posture as if he was deeply rooted.

Then, magic seeped out from the entire factory, no, from the surrounding earth itself, and began to be absorbed into Alcides' body in the form of transmission through the chimney.

The scene was as if the chimney was used as a huge pipe to suck blood from the earth.

The illusion created by Prelati's Noble Phantasm began to peel off, and the surrounding factories gradually returned to their original state - that is, the state after being destroyed by Harley's servant Berserker.

However, only the chimney where he was standing was prevented from collapsing by being entangled in expanding magic power and mud, and began to transform into a dark tower like a huge tree.

There were nine arrows in the bow.

What the man holds in his hand is a powerful bow that was made in an era when the mystery was still strong in the world, and it has continuously sucked the blood and magic power of the enemy on many battlefields.

It was also a magic bow, and Philoctetes, who later inherited it from Hercules, became famous for shooting the Trojan hero Paris.

The indestructible bow string cannot even be pulled apart by ordinary heroic spirits. Only those with skills as an archer and unusual strength can control it.

At this time, the true archer easily pulled the bow string to full capacity and shot nine arrows to the west.

It was like using arrows to defeat a huge typhoon that was about to hit - but before he could feel funny about it, there was a clear abnormality in the arrows fired by the man.

The magic power entangled in the black mud and the miasma of Hydra poison smeared on the arrows were complicatedly entangled with each other, causing the space itself to expand and distort, while continuing to rush into the gap between the sky and the earth.

Boom, dust rose from the ground, and was absorbed and dyed black by the distortion of the world formed by the released arrows, gradually forming the shape of a giant beast.

Hydra.

Like the legendary serpent slain by men in the past, the trajectory of the nine arrows turned into nine giant jaws, which continued to advance as if they were about to swallow the world itself.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it is a black sandstorm, but for people who can feel even a little bit of magic, they can understand how abnormal it is.

It's neither illusion nor summoning magic.

The hero who has been on a lifelong expedition relies on the overwhelming skills he has accumulated throughout his life, and as the price of giving up his divine energy, he obtains an ominous curse like pitch-black mud. By combining them with the huge supply of magic power received from the Master, the genre of "Nine Lives" finally made its former enemy appear in the world.

Of course, this is not the actual Hydra, but an almost miraculous deed created by the legendary slayer of the poisonous dragon as part of his own Noble Phantasm.

That existence overwhelms all cause and effect and laws and surges forward in the world.

In order to devour a certain ‘god’ who intends to control the world.

Without looking at the outcome of the poisonous snakes, the vengeful archer once again placed the next arrow on his bow.

Wrapped around his wrist was something similar to what Hippolyta was holding, a military belt containing the power of the God of War.

However, that divine power is now captured by the black mud, as if it is just an accessory, and it just silently and continuously delivers energy to the bow and arrow.

"This curse... my body is very adapted to it."

A foreign magical power mixed with one's own magical power.

Looking at the flow of magic power that seemed to be cursing the entire world, and that was like a constant cry of complaint, Alcides said to himself.

"I don't know what the cause is, but it doesn't matter."

For some reason, he was weaving words as if he was talking to the cursed block he knew from long ago - the essential 'foundation' of the 'dark mud' that seeped out of his spiritual base.

"I don't know to what extent you are a product of human karma, but in the final analysis, your essence is a curse to people... Then let your power be combined with my resentment now. Bar!"

While injecting stronger magic power, Alcides drew his bow again.

From the corners of his mouth, black mud and blood flowed out.

The man knew very well that his spiritual power, which was still being corroded by Hydra's poison, was approaching its limit.

The poison that once drove me to suicide.

And now the avenger shoots arrows coated with the same poison without hesitation.

"I will give my dead body to you!"

Facing the 'mud' that seemed to be moving with consciousness, the Avenger smiled as if he was with a friend he had known for many years.

"Come and curse to your heart's content, abandon the gods, and return to your human form!"

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In front of the Temple of Ishtar.

Destruction, swarming.

Not just the trees of the forest. The expanding force was still devouring the overflowing spiritual energy around it, and while continuing to grow, it rushed towards the Ishtar Temple.

The kicked up sand and dust were superimposed with curses, miasma, and magic power. Nine arrows were wrapped in a violent wind that turned into a Hydra, and stronger magic power continued to expand behind it.

Each of the nine snakes' demonic winds, each of which had grown to the level of a high-rise building, raised its head as if it was about to swallow the temple and the goddess Ishtar who was enthroned within it.

The nine arrows that were fired first dispersedly changed their trajectories and rose into the sky in front of the temple, and then began to dive rapidly from the air towards the temple like guided missiles.

If it hits directly, it will undoubtedly gouge through the earth, causing physical damage. At the same time, it is spreading the power of death poison and curse to the surroundings. It is reaching the limit of cruelty and stepping into the realm of God.

What blocked the approaching destruction at supersonic speed was a gatekeeper and a divine beast.

The Seven Light Wheels above the head of Harley's servant, the Berserker, shone brightly, turning into a rainbow-colored dome-shaped barrier that completely covered the temple.

The power that the nimbus possesses, as a symbol of human disaster, is blocking that tyranny.

Conquer disaster with the power of disaster. The berserker blocked the huge venomous snake and dragon fangs generated by the magic arrows with just the strength of one horse.

Of course, this is certainly not something that can be achieved with Harley's magic alone.

The divine power that filled the scene through the construction of the Ishtar Temple was directly increasing the strength of the berserker.

But even so, it failed to deflect the nine magic arrows, and the curse that imitated the serpent was still trying to eat this disaster full of divine energy.

However, the pace of the sacred cow was not so slow that it could only watch silently.

With a roar, the Earth's atmosphere itself roared.

That was the divine beast, Gugalana, who appeared in the form of a huge typhoon.

True to its name as the Bull of the Sky, a sense of oppression as if the entire sky was falling enveloped the surrounding area.

What people standing on the ground can see is only the inside of the huge cow's hoof.

It is said that the idiom "Qi people worry about the sky" comes from the story of people in Qi State who were troubled by worries that the sky would collapse in the past.

However, at this moment - the meaning of the idiom is completely reversed.

These unfounded worries are now becoming a reality.

Because of the power of the goddess Ishtar as the incarnation of Venus and the firmament, and the hooves of the sacred bull as her dependents.

The sky was falling towards Snowfield Forest.

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Over the United States.

Higher up than the stratosphere.

Tia Eskaldes was watching that moment with her feet on the sky and her head on the ground.

"..."

The shape of the typhoon has distorted slightly, and part of the cloud has swelled and is now reaching out towards Snowfield's forest.

But that wasn't what he was really looking at.

From there go further northeast.

Not yet covered by clouds, in the valley north of Snowfield City.

Tia had several fruit-sized 'satellites' lined up in front of her eyes.

The surrounding space of each satellite is distorted, forming multiple telescope lenses that magnify the scenery close to the surface.

Through the virtual telescope generated by magic, an image emerged in the void in the middle circle.

What was reflected was the group standing in the valley.

There were countless faces that Tia had seen before.

However, the other party probably doesn't know Tia.

Maybe there are people who can feel it a little bit, but that's about it.

To Tia, she was like a stranger—but to Flat Eskardes, it was different.

For the young man who was once his host, it was his irreplaceable ‘resting place’, the El-Melloi classroom.

Because they have been together all the time, Tia understands Flatt very well.

For him, the El-Melloi classroom, including the people who were there, is his place of belonging.

"……snort……"

Tia controlled the magic power circulating around her and slowly descended to the ground.

Should I get rid of them in order to cut off my worries and obsessions, or should I treat them with compassion like they did with Flatt?

Before Tia could choose between these two extremes, she headed towards the blue planet alone, preparing to return to Snowfield, which was entering disintegration.

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North of Snowfield, valley area.

As if looking up at the stars in the day, a woman faces the sky.

The clouds seemed to be sucked into the typhoon from the west, and the blue sky could still be seen in the valley area. The woman, on the other hand, raised her left hand with the ring on it as if to block the dazzling sunlight.

"What's wrong, Mary-senpai?"

The voice of Corless Fulvig, who noticed her appearance, pulled Mary Lil Fargo's consciousness back to the ground.

"It's okay, I just feel like something is peering at us in the Star Realm."

After hearing what she said, Yvette L. Lehman also raised her head and looked at the sky.

"Eh——?? If a senior from the astronomy department said this, I wouldn't think that nothing would happen?!"

"Well...anyway, nothing happens on the ground anymore."

Org Ram, a giant man wearing glasses, said this, and in front of his sight - in the direction of Snowfield Forest, the scene after the huge "something" entangled in the clouds was swung down was unfolding.

The curse and magic mass that reminded people of a big snake were crushed by what looked like a huge cow's hoof wrapped around storm wind, thunder and lightning.

It wasn't some weak thing like a building falling from the sky, it was a scene that could be described as Ayers Rock hitting the ground directly with a huge downdraft.

"As for what that thing is, I don't have much desire to investigate."

Orger pushed up his glasses and said. The man beside him shrugged.

"If it were a professor, he would have seen through it right away. And then he would suffer from headaches and stomachaches because he always hit the worst possible scenario among all the speculations."

Although this Fitzgram Wall Semberen said this in a tone that seemed to be teasing, he then said as if talking to himself, "Even if the professor understands this, he will take action." It will be solved." He smiled bitterly.

Although they are all young people, they are already magicians with many achievements. What was happening before their eyes was the arrival of the Age of Gods and the head-on conflict with the power of rejection that denied it.

And after more than ten seconds, the result reached the canyon.

Even though such a huge thing stepped straight from the sky onto the ground, there was no rumbling or earthquake.

Instead, what swept over the world was a hurricane that contained the scent of magic and curses.

Airflow exceeding 50m/s, accompanied by sand and dust, raged around the forest.

"Perform a dance Anywhere and nowhere!"

In conjunction with the dancing of his fingers as if conducting a free ballad, Werner Sissamund's chant was played with a soft tone.

Then, at some point, countless butterflies spreading around the valley began to flap their wings together.

The next moment - the gentle wind generated by the butterfly's wings dispersed the strong wind that could easily blow away vehicles, along with the miasma sand and dust. ()