In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

“Don’t worry, I’ve already made preparations.” Yanan smiled slightly. “Ereshkigal, how’s the situation on your end?”

A moment later, Ereshkigal's voice echoed in his ears: "The underworld has reached the designated location, and everything is ready."

“Very good.” A slight smile curved his lips as Yanan looked at the tall figure that was slowly moving forward with the black mud. “Then let’s begin.”

Vimana, who was flying forward, suddenly changed direction and flew towards Tiamat like a golden lightning bolt.

Rahmu rushed forward frantically, but quickly vanished under the onslaught of the crowd.

After their biological templates were modified, these Rahmu were incredibly weak. Even an ordinary adult could fight them to a standstill, let alone the super creatures on the ship.

Tiamat's beautiful, blank face stared at the approaching Radiant Ship, completely unresponsive.

"Now! Make your move!" Yanan shouted.

"Understood!" Quetzalcoatl was the first to move, his foot stomping as his body plummeted downwards like a meteor.

"This is the time when Venus shines brightly, and the sun also shines there, the Sunstone [PiedraDelSol]!"

Noble Phantasm: Solar Calendar Stone

Rank: EX

Type: Anti-army, Anti-city Noble Phantasm

Description: Quetzalcoatl's trump card, an ancient Aztec megalith. Said to be an Aztec calendar displaying the world's past and present. A 3.75-meter diameter megalith appears overhead, serving as a "gate" that guides out a portion of Quetzalcoatl's power, the very source of the gods themselves. The intense solar winds raging across a vast area seem to reflect divine power itself.

Boom! ...

Like a sun rising from the sea, the resulting gale and heatwave instantly annihilated countless rahms. The black mud within a radius of several kilometers evaporated almost instantly, turning into scalding hot magma.

Without the support of the black mud, Tiamat's legs could no longer support her massive body, and she collapsed heavily to the ground.

Kingu gazed down at Tiamat, sighed softly, then suppressed his complex emotions, his expression gradually hardening.

"Kingu, son of Tiamat, will here reveal the basket called the Chains of Heaven. The wrath of his mother is now gone; what is awakened now is the breath of the stars. [O mortals, may you bind the gods (EnumaElish)]!"

Noble Phantasm: O mortals, do you wish to bind the gods?

Grade: A++~EX

Category: Anti-Purge Noble Phantasm

Countless chains of heaven rose from the ground, tightly binding Tiamat's body. In the dazzling light, Kingu's body transformed into a giant nail of light, striking Tiamat's forehead with lightning speed.

“Aaaaaa——”

Sensing the impending danger, Tiamat instinctively took measures to protect herself, unleashing countless layers of shields in front of her.

"I won't let you succeed."

A clear, cold voice came from afar, followed by countless dazzling meteors rushing towards them.

Noble Phantasm: Melammu Dingir

Grade: B

Category: Anti-Army/Anti-City Noble Phantasm

On the walls of Uruk, Morgan, dressed in a dark blue suit, stood atop the wall, his lake-blue eyes gazing indifferently at the tall figure in the distance.

A powerful aura of magic swirled around her, and in her hand she held a magic book made of clay, which was the divine seal used to control the 360 ​​magic cannons set up on the walls of Uruk.

This was one of Gilgamesh's trump cards against Tiamat, but driving so many magic cannons simultaneously without anyone operating them was no easy task. Even if Gilgamesh himself were to take action, he might die from exhaustion due to having his magic power drained.

Fortunately, Morgan had already transformed the entire city of Uruk into her own temple, so magic was not a problem for her at all; she alone was enough to activate the Seal of God.

"Boom—Boom—Boom—!!!"

The deafening roar continued as the shield blocking Tiamat's path shattered like fragile glass under the fierce onslaught of the [King's Cannon].

Soon after, Jingu's attack followed.

The "Wedge of Heaven," once used by the gods to connect gods and humans, displayed unparalleled power at this moment. The massive lock of light instantly pierced through Tiamat's body, rendering her completely immobile.

"Ishtar!" Yanan shouted.

"Know it!"

Ishtar piloted Maana to the skies above Tiamat, took a deep breath, and her eyes instantly turned a dazzling golden yellow.

"Open the door!"

She raised the short sword above her head, and the originally gloomy sky instantly transformed into a starry sky, with a huge golden sphere slowly falling from the starry sky.

Noble Phantasm: Mountain Shattering Star's Fuel (AnGalTaKigalShe)

Grade: A++

Type: Mountain-bound Noble Phantasm

Description: A Noble Phantasm evolved from the legend of Ishtar destroying the sacred mountain Ebifu. When used, it inserts the concept of Venus into Maana's magazine for firing, a crazy act that even terrifies the gods.

Ishtar reached out and beckoned, and the enormous golden sphere instantly shrank into an arrow of light, which rested on Maana's bowstring.

"emission!"

The arrow of light, transformed from the concept of Venus, shot out instantly, like a meteor falling from the sky, heading straight for Tiamat's massive body.

Boom! ...

The powerful impact swept through the ground like a devastating force, and the terrifying shockwave swept in all directions, revealing a bottomless cavity below.

“Aaaaaa——”

Tiamat, firmly bound by the Chains of Heaven, was unable to break free and could only helplessly fall towards the underworld.

"We did it!" Ishtar clenched her delicate fist excitedly, her pretty face full of excitement.

Gilgamesh maneuvered Vimana to land on the ground. Beside the blasted-open hole stood two figures: Quetzalcoatl and King Gu.

However, both of them were in very poor condition and were completely unable to participate in the following battle.

"The rest is up to you." Despite being very weak, Quetzalcoatl still had a bright smile on his face. "I'll be here cheering you on."

“Leave it to us.” Yanan nodded solemnly. “We will take over the rest of the battle.”

Chapter Twenty-Six: Rebuilding the Future - Ending 7.5k?

To ensure that Tiamat could be sent to the underworld, Anan and the others meticulously planned several times, refining almost every detail to perfection.

Fortunately, their efforts were not in vain. From Quetzalcoatl burning the black mud to restrict Tiamat's movements, to Morgan activating the Seal of God to restrain Tiamat, to Kingu activating his Noble Phantasm to control Tiamat herself, and finally Ishtar blasting Tiamat into the Underworld, every step was seamless and there were no problems at all. The coordination was quite perfect.

However, sending Tiamat to the underworld was only the first step; the real show was yet to come.

In the desolate and dark underworld, Tiamat's massive body, as large as a mountain, knelt on the cold ground. Countless eerie blue lightning bolts danced around her, each possessing terrifying power comparable to Ishtar's Noble Phantasm. Even the creator goddess could not withstand such intense pain, and her mournful wails echoed endlessly throughout the underworld.

“That’s the underworld’s protective mechanism, specifically designed to deal with living beings who trespass into the underworld without permission,” Ereshkigal proudly boasted to Anan and Gilgamesh. “It’s a rule set by the world called Uruk, and even Tiamat is no exception.”

As the mistress of the underworld, Ereshkigal granted the two the special right to live in the underworld, where they would no longer be considered as living beings and would not be targeted by defense mechanisms.

"As expected of the mistress of the underworld, such domineering privileges," Yanan remarked.

Ereshkigal proudly raised her swan-like white neck, her delicate face filled with pride.

"Don't get too cocky," Gilgamesh said nonchalantly, arms crossed. "I don't believe that a mere underworld can bring down the Mother Goddess."

Ereshkigal, who had been secretly pleased by Anan's praise, suddenly became unconvinced, his little face puffing up with anger: "That's because you don't know how terrifying the Underworld is. Even if Tiamat were here, she would just be an ordinary god. If you don't believe me, just stand there and watch how I destroy Tiamat."

Gilgamesh remained silent, only giving her a defiant look.

Ereshkigal was so angry that his teeth itched, and he immediately drew his longsword: "O Garula spirits of the underworld, O forest of corrupt spears, unleash the punishment of the underworld upon the invaders!"

Long spears, imbued with the power of the underworld and countless Garula spirits, appeared out of thin air, surrounding Tiamat before stabbing her down fiercely.

"Aaaaaa—" Tiamat let out another mournful wail.

"Even Tiamat is no match for our combined attack," Ereshkigal said smugly, but then her face gradually hardened. "No match for..."

Boom—!

A massive tide of chaos suddenly surged forth from beneath Tiamat, then enveloped her like a cocoon, and the magical energy emanating from it was growing exponentially!

Just a few dozen seconds later, the chaotic tide dissipated, and what appeared was no longer the beautiful and tall woman from before, but a ferocious dragon covered in scales!

The demonic woman disappeared, and in her place came the dragon god Tiamat.

"—Aaaaaa—!!" Layers of sound waves emanated from Tiamat, causing the entire underworld to tremble and countless boulders to collapse and break, as if it were the end of the world.

A chaotic tide swept in, towering waves crashed against the earth, and eerie mist spread wildly, staining the entire underworld a doomsday red.

The Creator Goddess, whose Spirit Origin was raised to the Jurassic era, unleashed her power without restraint, transforming it into waves that would destroy the world, intending to cleanse it with death and return all things to the primordial sea.

In this way, she can regain her status as the mother of all things and win back the children's love.

"What, what is that?" Ereshkigal was so frightened that his face turned pale and his expression changed drastically.

Especially as the tide of chaos spread, she felt as if she was gradually losing control of the underworld.

"Is that the true form of the mother?" Gilgamesh squinted.

“Strictly speaking, this still isn’t Tiamat’s strongest form, but it’s troublesome enough for us,” Yanan said in a deep voice. “Get ready, it’s our turn to make our move.”

"Let's go all out." Gilgamesh held EA in his hand. "This is the final battle."

Yanan took a deep breath, took out a black and white crystal, and showed a hint of reluctance in his eyes.

Sorry, old buddy.

He spoke in a low voice, then pressed it into the groove of the Blank Key without hesitation.

Power and authority beyond mortal imagination continuously seeped out from the core of the Herrscher and merged into Yanan's body. A strong, cold aura emanated from his body, and his short, jet-black hair quickly grew to his waist. Yanan raised his head, his gray-white eyes filled with deathly stillness.

Anan, the Herrscher of Death, form.

“That feeling again…” Gilgamesh’s gaze sharpened slightly as he once again sensed that threatening aura emanating from Anan.

A phantom black scythe appeared in Anahn's hand, and his figure moved like a ghost, arriving in front of Tiamat in the blink of an eye.

Compared to that massive, heavy dragon-like body, Anan's figure was incredibly small, but the aura of death that he constantly exuded made his presence all the more intense.

Like the Grim Reaper, coming to announce the end of their fate.

"cut!"

There were no fancy lines, just a simple word, yet it seemed to possess a kind of shocking power, echoing endlessly throughout the underworld.