That protagonist is trash; I could do better!

I have no choice but to give it a try.

Once Hall made his decision, he didn't delay any longer. He poured all the remaining magic power from his magic circuit into the defensive barrier protecting Olga Marie, releasing the power of the ether to temporarily dispel the nearby undead.

The overwhelming black mist dispersed and then gathered again, materializing into skulls that emitted a mocking, crackling sound.

"Arei!"

Hall shouted at Ereshkigal.

"What? I'm sorry, I'm very busy right now and can't help you!" Ereshkigal replied breathlessly as he destroyed the undead.

"I'm entrusting my companion to you. Protect her well, and don't worry about me."

Hall lifted Olga Marie's body and, with his last bit of magic, threw her toward Ereshkigal.

Almost simultaneously, the magical barrier protecting Hall lost its magical power and shattered, and countless undead carrying the aura of death engulfed Hall's body.

"Hall!?"

Ereshkigal caught the flying Olga Marie and stared in astonishment at Hall, who was engulfed by the black mist.

"how so···"

Seeing Hall being devoured by the undead, Ereshkigal was so anxious that she wanted to cry but couldn't. She bit her cherry lips and comforted herself: "He'll be alright! He's not a man who dies easily. He was like that before. Even when his body was destroyed by that feathered serpent god, he was able to revive."

The goddess of the underworld could not hide her worry. Without time to hesitate, she decided to obey Hall's orders and stop wasting her energy trying to rescue Hall. Her first priority was to protect Hall's companions.

"Don't die like this, you haven't kept your promise to me yet... If you die so easily, I'll find you even if I have to dig three feet into the ground in the underworld! I'll make you my possession forever!"

Ereshkigal's body glowed white as he poured the last bit of power from his divided spirit into Olga Marie, teleporting her out of the underground sacrificial site.

As her body gradually disappeared, Ereshkigal kept watching Hall, who was engulfed by the black mist. The black mist surged and enjoyed its feast. In her understanding, no spirit could survive in such a situation.

Her ruby-red eyes welled up with tears, and she burst into sobs, muttering under her breath, "Idiot..."

After saying that, he turned into light and disappeared.

Overwhelmed by the undead carrying the aura of death, Hall's body disintegrated, crumbling and vanishing like fragile embers.

The undead became even more frenzied because Hall's soul had separated from his body, and the uniqueness of the soul became the core attraction for the undead even more than Olga Marie.

From within the black mist, the priest's form emerged, and the high priest roared with a ferocious laugh: "Become one of us! Become the new core! Join us in welcoming a new life!"

"Eat him! We must eat him!"

"Complete the final ceremony!"

Hall remained calm, looking at the black sky that surrounded him, he stretched out his right hand, a star cup forming in his palm, and sneered, "If you want to use my soul to create a core, then come on."

The black mist of the dead surged toward Hall, or more precisely, it surged into the Star Cup in Hall's hand.

Hall is unable to unleash the power of the Star Grail in this world, so even if the Star Grail is manifested, it won't be of much use.

However, Hall did not intend to use the power of the Star Cup to destroy the undead.

buzz~

All the black mist was absorbed by the Star Cup. When the last undead squeezed into the Star Cup, the underground sacrificial ground returned to peace, and the ancient tomb containing divinity lay quietly in the center of the sacrificial ground.

Hall closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he saw a landscape completely different from the underground sacrificial site. It was open and bright, with an endless azure underwater world. Immersed in it, he felt a strange sense of peace.

The Star Cup opened the gate to the Sea of ​​Origin of Life, the realm of life ruled by the primordial goddess Tiamat.

All the dead came to this world through the Star Cup. The black smoke looked around blankly, and even the aura of death had no effect here.

“Aaaaaaaaa~”

The song was so beautiful that all the spirits who heard it fell silent and could not move.

A giant spirit fish swam past Hall and devoured a clump of undead in one gulp.

"The living! The living! The living!"

The spirits were gripped by panic, but they were unable to break free.

More ancient species and spirits are visibly approaching this place, and the dead have become delicious food.

The black smoke dissipated, trembling. The aura of death had no effect here. As spirits, they were just humans and could not possibly compare to ancient marine creatures from hundreds of millions or even billions of years ago.

The spirits of marine creatures tore at the dead, fighting over them, and within minutes, all the dead were devoured.

As for Hall, although he is currently in a spirit form, he is generally not considered food due to the protection of the power of the Star Grail.

"As expected, next..."

Hall closed his eyes and teleported to the master of this sea of ​​origin of life.

Tiamat, the creator of all life, who has exhausted the limits of life, has long, ice-blue hair that connects to the sea of ​​origin of life. She is extremely beautiful yet sorrowful. Her star-like eyes reflect the inner sea of ​​the planet where the planet's consciousness resides. She still holds the Star Cup in her hand, but the gloves covering her skin and the chains that restrict her power have been corroded by the Star Cup.

Sensing Hall's arrival, Tiamat slightly raised her head, her star-like eyes calmly watching Hall, this time finally showing a different reaction.

Tiamat gently extended her soft hand to Hall, as if inviting him, as if showing pity, as if filled with love.

This love is not directed at any individual, but is a love for all the beings she created, Hall as one of the seven billion humans.

Hall remained cautiously still. Even if Tiamat herself had no ill intentions, her existence was vastly different from that of humans. A careless move could plunge Hall into an abyss of no return.

Chapter 382 Chief! What are you doing, Chief!

In the Sea of ​​Origin of Life, Hall attempted to use the Star Cup to sense Tiamat's power and perceive her thoughts.

It was still a blank space; she could only sense some extremely primitive yet complex system driving her actions.

How about we try contact?

As long as she uses her power as the Mother Goddess of Creation, the Star Cup can accelerate the rate of erosion.

Hall vaguely understood Tiamat's idea: as long as he touched her hand, he would most likely be resurrected. The problem was that his form of existence might be transformed into another kind of life, such as silicon-based life like Rahmu.

Seeing that Hall did not respond for a long time, Tiamat disappointedly withdrew her hand, lowered her starry eyes, and continued to hold the star cup with both hands.

"what?"

Hall was astonished, unsure if he was imagining things and sensing her emotional reaction.

"There is still much to study about Tiamat, the original system that created life. We cannot yet determine whether she possesses reason."

"But now is not the time to be obsessed with Tiamat."

"Let's go back first."

Hall manipulates the power of the Star Cup to resurrect his body in the real world.

Tiamat simply stared curiously at the faintly glowing star cup, then looked up at Hall and smiled gently.

what! ?

With just a smile, Hall felt a jolt to his soul. Before he could take a closer look, his soul was brought back to life by the formed body.

In the empty underground sacrificial site, Hall stood up naked, frowning in thought, with no trace of the dead around him.

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"Chief! Chief!"

"Wake up!"

"Chief!"

Olga Marie vaguely heard a sound, woke up while holding her forehead, her consciousness still shrouded in deep weariness, looked around in confusion, and only after standing up did she realize that she was in a dark and quiet underground palace.

"Chief, are you alright?"

Olga Marie's communication bracelet emitted Dr. Roman's voice.

"That voice... are you Roman? What happened?" Olga Marie leaned against the wall and asked in confusion, her thoughts still jumbled with memories.

"Director, didn't you know? Chaldea lost all records of your whereabouts for the past five hours and only recently restored communication. It's so good that you're alright."

"Five hours?" Olga Marie frowned in thought.

"Yes, there's more news. The observer just confirmed the whereabouts of the missing Jeanne d'Arc. Can you sense her location through the contract? If necessary, use a Command Spell to summon her back."

Olga Marie looked at the back of her hand; the bright red Command Seal was still there, but she could no longer feel any connection to Joan of Arc. She shook her head and said, "No, I can't feel Joan of Arc's presence at all here either, but I always feel like there's something important I need to do. Where am I?"

"The last recorded event was when you and Joan of Arc entered the underground palace in Uruk on a mission, tracking down the dead, but suddenly lost contact in a certain room."

“Underground palace…the dead…” Olga Marie gradually recalled something: the fear of being imprisoned in a dark, cramped space, the hell she saw when she was overwhelmed by countless undead, and the blurry scene of Hall rescuing her from that hell.

In the final part of her memory, she saw a strange girl being transported by a mysterious force, while Hall was being devoured by countless undead.

"Hall..."

Olga Marie frantically looked up and around, recognizing her surroundings. After using magic to confirm her direction, she rushed towards the deepest part of the underground palace.

"Chief! Do you remember anything? Where are you going?"

Dr. Roman's voice became intermittent: "No...no...it's too far from the spirit particle coordinates...and it's being interfered with by a strange force...so..."

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Chaldea, command center.

"Chief! What are you doing, Chief!"

Dr. Roman stood up excitedly and shouted into the communicator several times, but there was no response.

"Dr. Roman, the communication connection has been confirmed to be lost," a Chaldea staff member reported helplessly from the side.

Da Vinci placed a cup of coffee next to Dr. Roman, crossed his arms, and smiled, saying, "The director's personality is more intense than I imagined."

Dr. Roman rubbed his temples and muttered to himself, "I hope nothing goes wrong. We're completely on the defensive and have no idea what happened to the director."

"That was an era in which gods and humans coexisted. Even a genius like me, unparalleled in human history, would encounter things that are incomprehensible." Leonardo da Vinci shrugged and said sarcastically, feeling quite at ease with the title of unparalleled genius in human history. Seeing that Dr. Roman still looked worried, he added, "Don't worry so much. With Hall taking care of the director, there shouldn't be any problems."

"Why do you have such great confidence in Hall, Leonardo da Vinci? Didn't you just say that the Age of Gods was an era that even you couldn't understand?"

"The reason... is it something like a genius's intuition?" Leonardo da Vinci said with a smile, holding up one finger. Meeting Dr. Roman's reproachful gaze, he coughed awkwardly, "Ahem, of course I'm just kidding."

Dr. Roman leaned back in his chair, looked up at the snow-white ceiling and sighed: "You're right. In reality, the only person the director can rely on, or the only person she wants to rely on, is Hall. It reminds me of when she first came to Chaldea."

"Did something interesting happen?"

"No, it's nothing interesting either."

Dr. Roman smiled wryly: "Don't tell the director what I'm about to say, or I'll be in big trouble. When I first saw the director, I thought she might not be suitable for the position. She's the complete opposite of the old director. Her human side is too rich, but she's not strong. Her tough mask will eventually be torn off."