FATE: Target of Grand Master

As if to prove Morgan's point, Tiamat, who had fallen back into the sea, stood up again.

Although Morgan's solo performance was quite spectacular, it's not a move that can be used anytime, anywhere. That attack just now had three-quarters of the power of Morgan's full Noble Phantasm, but its mana consumption exceeded the mana required to activate the Noble Phantasm. The reason for this is that it is not a regular Noble Phantasm, so Morgan added variations to the attack, and each of these variations came at the cost of a large amount of mana consumption.

This is something only a very few Caster-class Servants who are proficient in magic and whose strength reaches that of a Grand Caster can do. Morgan proved with her actions that although she is a Berserker, her strength is enough to rival that of a Grand Caster.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!"

Another mournful song rang out, but for some reason, Xia Yan detected a different kind of anger in it than before.

It was as if Tiamat was questioning them about why they had repeatedly prevented her from returning.

He looked around and found that neither Morgan, Feng Yan, nor Lan Muyan had any change in expression. It seemed that he was the only one who could sense Tiamat's emotions.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!"

It was the same mournful song again, Tiamat's voice still questioning.

As a mother, she couldn't understand why she was abandoned by her children. These children were her offspring, yet they denied, abandoned, or even exiled her after she was born.

Tiamat felt criticized, betrayed, and hurt. She was just trying to fulfill her responsibility as the Mother Goddess of Creation. What did she do wrong?

Yes, what did Tiamat do wrong?

Shouldn't she have given birth to the gods? Or shouldn't she have nurtured all things?

Xia Yan felt that she was not wrong.

So, are the gods the ones who are wrong?

Shouldn't they grow up? Or shouldn't they become independent?

Xia Yan felt that they weren't wrong either.

Since neither side is at fault, why can't they get along peacefully?

Xia Yan felt that the mistake was in granting Tiamat the power of the creator goddess, and also in granting the gods the power to rule over all things in this world.

However, neither Tiamat nor the gods realized this. Whether the gods exiled Tiamat or she returned, it was essentially a matter of placing the other side in opposition.

"Xia Yan, stop spacing out! Tiamat is moving again!"

Morgan awakens Xia Yan from his daze of self-awareness.

"My current magic power is insufficient to sustain another attack like we did earlier. You command the others to attack. We must put enough pressure on her, otherwise her god-like regenerative abilities will wear us down to death."

"clear."

No longer dwelling on the previous question, Xia Yan began to analyze the current situation.

Since the start of the battle, despite Morgan's enhancement, the Servants have all expended considerable energy. Each Servant has unleashed their Noble Phantasm at least once, with some, like Nobunaga, having unleashed it twice. In addition to their Noble Phantasms, the constant fighting by Servants like Ibuki, Cu Chulainn Alter, and Musashi, as well as Quetzalcoatl's use of Noble Phantasms exceeding their usual power, have all resulted in significant depletion of their mana.

With Morgan having just expended a large amount of magic power, it can be said that there is currently no Servant on Vimana who has the strength to stop Tiamat's advance on her own.

Seeing Tiamat release a large amount of black mud again and give birth to a large number of Lahm from it, Xia Yan could only order his Servants to defend against it.

"King's Cannon! Fire!"

At that moment, Gilgamesh stood on the north wall and ordered all 360 divine seals to fire.

Instantly, golden bullets streaked through the air, shooting towards Tiamat and Rahm.

Each of Gilgamesh's divine seals is fired using one of the Noble Phantasms from his treasury as a bullet. Although their power cannot compare to the regular Noble Phantasms of a first-rate Servant, their sheer number makes them more than enough to deal with the Rahmans.

"Don't push yourself, we still have time."

Gilgamesh's voice was transmitted to the ears of everyone on Vimana through a communication spell.

Gilgamesh had witnessed the previous battle. As the supreme ruler of Uruk, he had to praise the people on Vimana. However, he also knew that this was the time when everyone's fighting strength was at its weakest. At this moment, as the king, he had to step forward.

However, although the Rahms were suppressed, the King's Cannon bombarded Tiamat without causing any damage, and Tiamat's body continued to advance along the path paved with black mud.

Suddenly, a giant shadow appeared behind Vimana.

Looking at the familiar figure with six golden wings on its back and a giant snake tail behind it, Xia Yan was overjoyed.

"Gorgon!"

The Gorgon in the air, dressed in a pure white dress, said in a coquettish tone, "Xia Yan, you've mistaken me for someone else."

Although the voice was that of a mature woman, the tone of her speech felt strangely familiar to Xia Yan.

"Ellie? You're Euryale Ellie?"

"Hehe, Xia Yan, I knew you'd recognize me. That's right, this goddess is now a god-level servant with incredible combat power."

Euryale, who had the appearance of a Gorgon, swung her fist.

"So, what's your current situation?"

At this point, Euryale, who resembled a Gorgon, looked slightly forlorn.

"Sister, let me take care of this."

It seemed that Gorgon's original consciousness had regained control of the body. She said to Xia Yan, "Human, no matter what, I am Medusa. I cannot stand by and watch my sister die for me again, so I will transfer this spirit core to her. Don't worry, my consciousness cannot last much longer, so I will have to rely on you for my sister's sake. Before that, I still need to complete my revenge against Tiamat, so please keep your distance."

After giving a brief explanation, Gorgon didn't delay any longer. He used his snake hair to tightly bind Tiamat's body and then activated the most powerful Petrifying Eye.

Although Tiamat's main body was not petrified, her only remaining giant horn was eroded by petrification.

"Noble Phantasm! Forced Sealing - Temple of Ten Thousand Demons!"

A massive magic circle appeared before Gorgon, and after gathering for several seconds, the magic power condensed into a crimson-black magic cannon, which blasted straight toward Tiamat's other giant horn.

Click!

Having been petrified and then directly struck by Gorgon's Noble Phantasm, even Tiamat's giant horn could not withstand the force and broke apart.

Now, Tiamat's form is symmetrical again, only it's a battle-damaged version.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!"

Tiamat let out a painful cry, and even her movements ceased.

After completely exhausting its Spirit Origin power, Gorgon's body began to glow. Xia Yan covered his eyes with his hand and could barely see through his fingers that Gorgon's figure was shrinking until it finally turned into Euryale's loli form.

Xia Yan gestured to Cú Chulainn to take him along, and the two of them crouched on the pterosaur's back, catching Euryale just in time as she lost consciousness and fell toward the ground.

Looking at Euryale in his arms, Xia Yan felt the joy of something lost and found again.

However, this joy did not last long.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!"

Tiamat cried out again, and the black mud beneath her feet began to climb up her legs, defying the laws of physics, up her calves, thighs, waist, chest, arms, neck, and finally her head, until Tiamat was completely enveloped in the black mud.

"What is she doing?"

Tiamat's actions deviated from the original story, giving Lan Muyan an ominous premonition.

A moment later, Tiamat gave him and Uruk an answer.

The body, enveloped in black mud, began to change from standing on two feet to being on all fours. After the black mud receded, Tiamat's appearance completely transformed from human form to beast form.

This is the complete form of Tiamat, who governs the principle of "return".

Feng Yan immediately realized the problem.

"Oh no, we triggered Tiamat's third form ahead of schedule."