That protagonist is trash; I could do better!

Hall smiled coldly. While Kingo, who inherited Enkidu's body, was almost an unbeatable weapon, he also inherited that fatal weakness.

Enkidu's nemesis—the Curse of Death.

At the same time, Enkidu's body is almost entirely composed of extremely pure true ether element.

There is still a chance.

Hall hid in a dark corner, carefully using magic to conceal his magical aura. At the same time, he released a wind elemental spirit to harass Kingu, and used an earth elemental spirit to create a substitute in another direction, deliberately leaking a trace of strong magical fluctuations.

The bait and hook have been set.

"Jingu, don't call me despicable."

Hall unfolded a magic circle with his hands, and light patterns spread across his arms. He carefully refined his magic power, directly calling upon the true ether of the divine era to refine it, and infusing it with the true ether elemental collapse technique.

Hall turned to look at the golden solid in the sky. His magic eye could see through the walls and observe the movement of magic power within the golden solid. Now, his magic eye could glimpse the future in a small range.

The hunter, Holru, remained patient, not worried that Kingu wouldn't take the bait. He was designed to be this way; he was not Enkidu, but Kingu. He was a "weapon" to cleanse the old humanity, yet he possessed emotions that weapons shouldn't have: contempt for humanity and disdain for the so-called old world.

Moreover, there is very little practical experience with metal weapons.

In the sky, Jin Gu coldly laughed as he watched the wind elemental attack. A chain shimmering with golden light descended from the heavens, instantly shattering the wind elemental spirit's body and form.

Mystery fails before a higher mystery.

The concept of wind elemental spirits is almost completely overshadowed by that of gold spirits.

Jingu sneered: "As expected, it's still here. This body is a weapon created by the gods, a puppet that controls nature. It's not bad among the failed products of the old humans, but it's still a failed product after all."

Based on the "feedback" from the wind element spirit's magic, Jingu found the master who controlled it.

Splash splash splash~

The plural Heavenly Locks are twisted into long spears.

"Disappear."

Jingu sneered coldly. His long spear, gleaming with golden light, seemed to symbolize the judgment of the gods. As it fell into the city, it was about to wipe out both the magicians and humans hiding there.

It's now!

Without hesitation, Hall, located on the other side of the city, unleashed a teleportation spell. The True Aether Element Collapse Technique in his hand vanished in an instant, teleporting to Kingu's side and rapidly expanding.

Jin Gu remained expressionless, showing no intention of avoiding the attack. Countless chains emerged from the void, forming a shield.

But the moment the black ball touched the Lock of Heaven, he sensed the terrible curse it contained targeting him and his expression changed drastically.

"Damn it! What is this!?"

True Aether Element Collapse Technique and the little gift Hall gave him—the Curse of Death.

dead!

will die!

If he is swallowed by this darkness, he will cease to exist!

Kingu felt an unprecedented fear, experiencing such a strong emotional reaction for the first time. The memory of the curse of death etched into this body had not yet faded.

He wanted to escape but missed the best opportunity because of his arrogance and because he completely disregarded the attacks from the old humans.

When he came to his senses, the shield formed by the Chains of Heaven and one of his arms were swallowed by darkness, and the curse of death spread to his body, half of his body suddenly carbonized.

Don't underestimate me!

"I am my mother's son!"

Kingu roared in fury, driven by his fear of death, and without hesitation used the power of the Holy Grail within him to unleash the true name of his Noble Phantasm.

“Nammu Duranki! (Mother, call upon the voice of origin!)”

A dazzling golden light erupted from his body, breaking through the darkness and instantly shattering the True Aether Collapse Technique and the Curse of Death.

Although the curse counters the metal, the difference in their strengths is still too great.

"Whoosh~ Whoosh whoosh whoosh~"

Kingu, panting heavily, saw his right hand, his once perfect body now covered in black cracks, which were being rapidly repaired by the power of the Holy Grail.

Without the protection of the Holy Grail, he would have died just now, and there would have been no way to stop his body from collapsing.

"hateful!"

For the first time, Jingu tasted anger. More than being injured, being hurt by the old humans was something he could not accept.

Splash~ Splash~

In the sky, more Sky Locks were generated, falling to the earth and transforming into countless weapons to dismantle the city and relentlessly bombard it.

"Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!"

No matter what Kingu did—slaughtering all human inhabitants and razing the city to the ground—he could never find any trace of Hall again.

Chapter 348 Wrestling♀

In the distant forest, a beam of purple light pierced through space, producing the crisp sound of shattering glass.

Click~ Click~

Hall strolled out of the subspace, cautiously looking around. He only breathed a sigh of relief when his Magic Eyes saw nothing unusual.

Ultra-distance spatial teleportation magic.

First, he fixed the coordinates of the wind element spirits. At the moment when Jingu was devoured by the True Aether Element Collapse Technique, which was also the moment when he could not care about the outside world, he used his enormous magic power to complete the spatial teleportation magic.

"The weapons of the gods wielding the Holy Grail can be neutralized by the miracle of the Holy Grail, even the True Aether Element Collapse Technique that counters Jingu and the Curse of Death. It is best to avoid direct conflict with them unless absolutely necessary."

Hall was quite self-aware; he fled immediately after landing a successful attack, showing no immediate intention to kill Jingu. He would likely be utterly defeated in a direct confrontation.

Looking up at the sky, the Demon Eye discerns the stars and determines its coordinates and direction; the daylight has little effect on the Demon Eye.

Based on the intelligence gathered from the city, Hall decided to head to Uruk.

Jingu's attack on human cities is the beginning of the story. Before long, the offspring of Gorgon, the Mother of Beasts, will emerge in droves to wipe out humanity of this era.

"Providing assistance to King Flash as a collaborator... might work. King Flash even sealed away the Ea in order to maintain this era, so it's not impossible for him to do something he considers unbecoming of a king." Hall stroked his chin, considering his next target. If it were a chuunibyou Flash or an idiot Flash, there was a high probability that he would refuse the request for cooperation, and might even consider such a request an offense to his identity as the Hero King and then kill him.

Having made up his mind, Hall prepared to summon the artificial beast he had created to continue his journey, but his movements suddenly froze.

!! ?

Hall sensed a chilling sense of danger coming from behind him. He immediately ducked to avoid it, and with the help of his physical enhancement magic, he stepped on the ground like a cannonball exploding. He instantly jumped more than ten meters away, and at the same time, his fingers had already drawn the original runes. He wanted to retaliate but stopped abruptly.

Wang Defa?

Hall gasped and saw a tall, blonde woman dressed like she had escaped from a primitive tribe standing where he had just been standing. She had a wild air about her, yet somehow gave off a warm and friendly feeling.

Putting aside the messy design elements of her clothes, she gave Hall the feeling of being very similar to Irisviel, possessing both ladylike gentleness and friendliness, as well as childlike innocence and cuteness.

The blonde woman stiffened, her arms hanging empty, and muttered in disappointment, "Oh dear~ I hugged nothing. I was going to give you a warm hug, but you were so nice! I couldn't help but clap my hands in excitement."

A strange intonation mixed with inexplicable English.

Hall's forehead was already soaked with cold sweat. Not to mention the astonishing magical reaction and unfathomable divine spirit origin observed by his magic eye, her impressive attire was enough for Hall to recognize her true identity at a glance.

Quetzalcoatl, the feathered serpent god, is the supreme deity in Aztec mythology of Central and South America.

It is neither possession nor spirit splitting; its spirit origin strength is even inferior to that of Scáthach, a god-level spirit origin.

As for strength, even the Holy Grail Warriors would probably be considered her younger brother in comparison.

Why are you here?

Hall had no doubt that if she had grabbed him just now, he would have been dead. Quetzalcoatl had a bizarre and obsessive love for wrestling, and her actions just now were clearly intended to unleash her Noble Phantasm, grab the enemy, jump into the atmosphere, and then fall headfirst to the ground.

Of course, although Quetzalcoatl will kill Hall, he will most likely use the power of the chief god to revive Hall on the spot.

That's what she did.

For a moment, Hall's thoughts were in disarray. What should he do? Continue to run away? How could he escape? Escaping from Jingu was half due to luck, let alone from a main god.

"Such a cold look in your eyes. Am I really that scary, big sister?" Quetzalcoatl asked, looking both disappointed and aggrieved.

There's nothing we can do but leave it to fate. The only good news is that at least we don't have to worry about our lives being in danger when we're with her.

Anyway, I won't die if I'm killed.

Hall replied slowly, "No one who is suddenly attacked will feel goodwill towards the attacker."

Quetzalcoatl looked completely innocent: "What a terrible misunderstanding! Big sister, I just wanted to give you a warm hug."

"The kind that goes into space?"

Quetzalcoatl's eyes lit up, and he nodded excitedly, "That's right! That's right, you know about it too? Are you interested in wrestling?"

Hall merely returned a forced smile and tentatively asked, "I sense no malice from you. May I ask what brings you here?"

"What is it?" The warm smile on Quetzalcoatl's face vanished abruptly, replaced by a hateful and ferocious grin.

"Need I say more? You already know who I am, right? A magician who doesn't belong to this era. Since I'm human, I must be killed!"

The speed at which he changed his face was almost comparable to the traditional Chinese art of face-changing, and the extent of his facial expressions was nothing short of artistic expression.

The three goddesses were still acting at this time...

Hall knew perfectly well what was going on, and shrugged: "I'm just a magician passing by, can't you spare my life?"

"What a boring joke. You have too many secrets about you. Even I can't fully see through your background. This is not a good thing."

Hall narrowed his eyes. Even if he could be resurrected, he didn't want to be killed. His thoughts were in turmoil. Just as he was about to surrender, he heard the voice of Quetzalcoatl.

She changed her previous ugly appearance, clapped her hands, and her beautiful face full of exotic charm wore a kind and friendly smile: "You look so serious, it's so cute. Big sister, I was just joking."

Sister, your joke isn't funny at all, especially when paired with facial expressions.

Hall's lips twitched slightly.

Quetzalcoatl touched his lips with his finger, his smile becoming more playful and amused: "Now that you mention it, from the goddess's perspective, I can't let you leave so easily. How about this, have an unrestricted fight with me and I'll let you go. Wrestling is the best language."

What a ridiculous difference!

Hall almost blurted it out. Hall knew that wrestling and risking one's life were no different in the words of Quetzalcoatl.

Even in his split-spirit state, Quetzalcoatl defeated three Servants in indiscriminate combat, each of whom was a top-tier Servant skilled in martial arts.

Even using the fist fighting technique [Jacob's Hands and Feet] that once killed the archangel, Saint Martha could not do anything to her.