Humbaba’s roar reached the interior of the temple.
Ishtar, who was gradually returning to the Age of Gods, had a clear understanding of the situation inside the forest.
Whether it was Haruri’s hatred or Kiritsugu Emiya’s shock.
Or Humbaba’s roar full of joy.
"In the beginning, my fellow countryn did not create this child as a weapon... Although its birth does not suit my aesthetics, I blessed it as soon as it was born, and later made it the guardian of my holy land.
Getting the sa job as before makes it so happy? It’s so cute."
Ishtar observed the forest from inside the temple.
The mont she heard the roar, she showed a beautiful smile.
What made her even more curious now was what kind of sparks would Haruri and Kiritsugu Emiya, one of her revenge targets, create.
However, at this crucial mont.
An obstructive shadow fell behind her.
Other Heroic Spirits would definitely not be able to sense this aura, but Ishtar’s divine authority had already invaded the world.
This shadow, which had integrated as a foreign object, could not escape Ishtar’s perception, and she asked:
"...Who is it? What do you want from ?"
"I call myself the twilight star remnant of a foreign sky."
The shadow knew that it could not hide its aura, so it opened its mouth.
His figure was consistent with the surrounding darkness.
Even when he spoke, only his voice echoed in his ears, and his trace could not be seen at all.
Even Ishtar, who possessed divine authority, could only vaguely sense that sothing was in the domain.
—The other party did not seem to be a Servant with a physical body.
She ca to this conclusion.
This person, who was historically called Hassan of the Fathomless Rift at this mont, was so thin that he almost did not exist in the world.
Even the Throne of Heroes’ records of him were extrely vague.
No one knew, which was equivalent to not existing.
But he himself did exist here as a Heroic Spirit, and he was an extrely special existence even among the Hassans.
No matter what he was called, it was just a false na given by others.
Occasionally, so people would call that heterogeneous skull mask the "Shadow of the First".
Hassan of the Fathomless Rift just said from the shadows to the woman who called herself a goddess:
"I am the original blade of the ancestors... I have co to send you the evening bell."
Snowfield, City Center, Crystal Hill.
Not long after Ishtar took action.
Britain observed a lot of movent from the forest, so everyone prepared to set off and attack.
Moran ordered the police station and the choir to stay in the city.
The forest area, which was the main battlefield, was not sothing they could step into. It was a battlefield that had transcended human intelligence.
To put it bluntly, they could only be cannon fodder in the past.
Moran planned to go there himself.
"Protecting citizens and guarding the city—isn’t that what you want to do? In that case, let see your ambition and glory in this Holy Grail War! Even mortals have a battlefield where they can go all out.
If you use that guy’s words..."
"After offering all the value you can to this king, all that’s left for you to do is bask in my glory."
Moran used Gilgash’s rhetoric.
And it was effective quickly.
Many people at the police station were encouraged and wanted to do what they could.
On the other side, Moran turned his gaze to Morgan and the others, saying:
"...During the ti I’m out of the city, I’m entrusting this city to you to protect."
"Husband, may victory be with you."
Morgan smiled beautifully.
She would be responsible for holding down Crystal Hill.
"Yes, we’ll take care of Alcides."
Atalanta revealed the Bow of Heaven in her hand.
Her erald eyes showed a stern look.
"Ah, that guy... he’s fallen so far, abandoning almost all his dignity and self. As a forr mber of the Argo, my brother and I will purge Alcides!"
Pollux said, pursing her lips.
She couldn’t believe it when Alcides first appeared. But when she saw the forr great hero aiming his arrows at the hospital, saying he would kill children,
She understood that the hero had fallen.
All that was left was a vengeful demon in human skin.
"Ah, since it’s a stain on us Greeks, then Pollux and I should personally erase it."
Castor also said indignantly.
The great hero who overca the Twelve Labors turning into such a demon was unacceptable to any Greek hero.
"I’m leaving it to you..."
So, Moran had no reason to refuse.
There was no one more suitable to fight Alcides, a forr comrade-in-arms, than them.
On the other side, there was dea.
She t Moran’s gaze and smiled gently, "Lord Moran, I will be responsible for the foundation of the Great Holy Grail. I won’t let any vermin move the Great Holy Grail even a bit."
"Yes, I’m leaving it to you."
Moran smiled reassuringly.
The great witch of the Age of Gods would watch over the Great Holy Grail underground, while the fairy queen Morgan would watch over the sky.
Two witches, working together.
This way, Moran could go to the battlefield without any worries. Having them take care of the rear was incredibly reassuring.
lusine and others would accompany Moran to the battlefield.
However, as everyone was about to depart,
A visitor arrived at Crystal Hill.
"Ah, this..."
Moran saw the petite woman walking in from the front.
He looked embarrassed.
"To co here so openly... but without any killing intent."
Richard looked at her with scrutiny.
For soone to co at this ti, it was hard not to think they were looking for trouble.
"...Moran! Great, you really are here!"
Hippolyta looked excited.
The serious expression on her face seed to lt away, and she imdiately walked to Moran’s side.
Like a bride who had been separated from her husband for a long ti.
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