The Infinite Dragon God Cannot Find Silence

Ritsuka's expression darkened slightly.

She had experienced that kind of situation countless times, but that didn't mean she could get used to it.

However, before she could fully immerse herself in the afterglow of her grief, an even bigger commotion broke out below.

"Miss Medea's side has already finished."

Joan of Arc turned back gratefully to look at the vanishing Medea.

With the Raphmites eliminated, she no longer needed to expend extra effort dealing with the remaining minions.

Then she knelt down, bathed in the soft light, her expression solemn.

She was burned at the stake as a witch, but five hundred years after her death she was canonized and her story is passed down through the ages as a saint.

But Joan of Arc never acknowledged that title.

For her, she was simply protecting her country, which led to countless killings and deaths. Although she may not have reached the level of a witch, she was at least a sinner.

Therefore, the flame of punishment has always burned in her heart.

Clang──

With a soft hum of the longsword, Joan of Arc finally drew her weapon, one she had never used before.

The Sword of Saint Catherine.

As a sword, it is merely a relatively sharp weapon.

But Joan of Arc used the sword she had used in her lifetime as a catalyst, making it the crystallization of her inner world.

The saintess held Saint Catherine's sword with both hands, holding it upright in front of her chest.

"We didn't have a chance to say goodbye properly this time..."

For the Chaldea people I haven't seen in a long time, and for that Master I spent little time with but who was very adorable.

But we'll meet again someday.

The important thing is the enemy in front of us.

Tiamat drew ever closer with each tremor, and Joan of Arc's expression grew serious.

"It's only natural for a god abandoned by humanity to want revenge... But I'm very sorry, but no matter what, we can't let humanity be destroyed because of you. We must stop you."

Raising Saint Catherine's sword high, Joan of Arc uttered the words to unleash her Noble Phantasm.

"Lord, I entrust myself to you (La Pucelle)!"

Flames that cleansed sins and saved humanity erupted from the sword, engulfing Joan of Arc and forming a massive pillar of fire. It then slowly unfolded in the sky, transforming into a colossal cross as tall as the Mother Goddess before Tiamat.

The Crimson Saintess, Jeanne d'Arc's most powerful offensive Noble Phantasm, summons the flames that once burned her with her sword to destroy all enemies she deems worthy of defeat.

At the cost of burning his own life, his Noble Phantasm is of an incalculable level, EX.

The next second, Tiamat and the Crimson Flame collided.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaa───”

The enormous cross engulfed Tiamat, the flames burned even more fiercely, and Tiamat let out a painful scream.

Looking at this scene, Orpheus was somewhat dazed.

Orpheus could not discern anything special about the flames, except that they seemed to be effective only against Tiamat, whom Joan of Arc deemed 'must be eliminated'.

It was just ordinary flame, but it possessed enough power to harm the creator god.

The world of mental images... is that also the power of emotions?

Humans are truly amazing.

Unfortunately, she is a dragon, and in most myths, she is responsible for being slaughtered after being transformed by humans. She probably cannot learn this kind of transformative divine skill, especially since she is a cold-blooded species with very weak emotional fluctuations.

However, one by one, they sacrificed themselves for Uruk and for humanity. Is that what makes them heroes?

Being a hero is really tough.

Come to think of it, her own identity seems to have a title of "Hero King"...

Orpheus's eyes flickered slightly.

The saint's flames blocked Tiamat's path for a full half hour before slowly fading away.

“Aaaaaaaaa───”

Although Tiamat recovered quickly from her injuries, she was indeed slowed down for half an hour!

Almost at the same moment the flames disappeared, Altira made his move.

Amidst the curious gazes of the crowd, she reversed the sword of the general, pointing the end of the hilt towards the sky.

“Originally, I didn’t plan to use this Noble Phantasm while I was acting as Attila.”

Suddenly, Altira murmured to himself.

"However... Uruk is a good civilization."

A crimson beam of light shot out from the end of the sword hilt, soaring into the sky and transforming into an extremely complex three-dimensional, three-color composite magic circle directly above Tiamat.

Orpheus narrowed his eyes.

The purpose of this rather complex technique...guidance and positioning?

Those strange structures were actually completely beyond Orpheus's knowledge. The reason he could recognize them without asking was because the spell was somewhat similar to the inscription on the End Sword... but even more complex.

This also suggests that the essence of what it guides is probably even higher than the world-destroying flood.

However, the power of the spell itself is not strong, which also means that the power it can summon is not as great as the world-destroying flood.

"Teardrop Photon Ray - Sword of the War God"

Then, Altira uttered the true name of liberation.

A beam of silvery-white light descended from the sky.

The beam of light struck the magic circle, instantly expanding countless times before crashing down on Tiamat.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa───

The Mother Goddess of Creation let out an unprecedented cry of anguish.

Chapter 115 The Inevitable Glory

Feeling the silvery-white pillar of light that posed a considerable threat to him, Orpheus suddenly realized that each of the heroic spirits he had summoned this time was truly hiding their true strength, with each of their trump cards being astonishing.

Ishtar's lips twitched.

"That thing seems incredibly lethal to gods... and it seems especially effective on my mother..."

"Tear Star can only be released five times at most, Master, you'd better get ready quickly."

Orpheus nodded upon hearing Altira's words.

Unlike the Crimson Saintess, whose manifested power is fire, which can be manipulated to a binding mode, the Star of Tears is a violent energy attack. Orpheus could sense the wild and uncontrollable nature of that power from afar.

Altira had already exhausted all her efforts to guide and target Tiamat, and it was impossible to adjust the way energy was output; she could only focus all her energy on destruction.

The damage to Tiamat was indeed significant; Orpheus could feel the energy inflicting particularly powerful and difficult-to-heal effects on Tiamat. However, no matter how many attacks came, it was impossible to truly kill Tiamat outright. In summary…

Aside from firing five shots in a row to stall for ten minutes, Altira's attacks were of no use.

Well, don't have too high expectations for someone who specializes in destruction to hold back something that can't be destroyed.

"May I ask you, Ishtar, is your bull still there?"

The Heavenly Bull that Orpheus and Enkidu destroyed was merely an incarnation. If it were the real thing, it could easily turn Mesopotamia into the Sahara. Even Ishtar wouldn't be so brainless as to do that.

In other words, the Bulls should still be with Ishtar.

The bull can freely change its size; in its largest form, it can engage in hand-to-hand combat with Tiamat, enough to hold the mother goddess back for a considerable time, measured in days.

Although it will cause considerable damage to Uruk, it's better than destroying it completely.

However, Ishtar looked embarrassed.

"This one……"

"Forget it, I knew it was impossible to succeed the moment I considered placing my last hope on you. Let's pretend I never said that."

"Hey, what do you mean by that? Although I really can't find Gugalana (the cow's name)..."

Ishtar initially retorted angrily, but her voice gradually softened until it became a mutter.

Everyone behind them was speechless. When Orpheus mentioned the divine bull, they had felt a glimmer of hope, remembering the powerful strength of the ancient Garan in mythology. Who knew that Ishtar could so easily extinguish their expectations with a bucket of water.

Orpheus shook his head.

Ishtar seems prone to making mistakes at crucial moments; in other words, she's absolutely unreliable when it comes to critical situations…

So she never placed any hope in Ishtar in the first place. After all, without hope there would be no disappointment, and even if she did come in handy, it would be a pleasant surprise... Now it seems there's no need to think about it anymore.

"Ishtar, she was somewhat reliable when she was in her true form as a goddess..."

Ishtar's lips twitched, and she sighed.

"I understand. I'll prove my abilities to you. Let's send Mother to the underworld. I'll take care of that."

Orpheus listened and began to think.

“...Ishtar”.

"Ok?"

"Sending Tiamat to the underworld is the most crucial part, isn't it?"

"I will definitely succeed! I definitely will!!"

After Ishtar finished speaking, she flew directly into the sky.

Orpheus tilted her head, but resisted the urge to hold back... mainly because she was in so much pain that she didn't want to do anything more.

The silver tear star fell from the sky for the fourth time, and Altira was already panting.

"Do you have any other ideas?"

Orpheus turned to look at Ritsuka and the others.