At this moment, shatter the dimensional barrier

When Mozart hypnotized him, he also gave him some information, including news about Chaldea.

"Mr. Salieri, let's follow together." Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded with a smile, adding another member to the team. Although he didn't seem to be good at fighting, he was still a Servant.

"Keep going!" Fujimaru Ritsuka commanded, pointing in the direction of Moscow, while holding two strings in her other hand, connected to two blue bubbles above her head.

Kadoc and Anastasia were imprisoned in a water elemental bubble and floated in mid-air like balloons.

Meanwhile, on the western border of Moscow, an army of tens of thousands of Yaga was marching, with two followers at the very front.

One was shirtless, covered in red scars, and wielding a heavy sword like a reckless berserker; the other was dressed like a cowboy from the early days of the American West.

"Honestly, we managed to unite the old noble warlords' forces by force, and we were even waiting for Chaldea to join us. I didn't expect them to gather another army and start a war as soon as they arrived," the shirtless berserker grinned.

“Let’s hurry over there. Chaldea must have summoned something extraordinary from that summoning ritual that illuminated the border.” The cowboy shrugged.

"We can't miss this opportunity, otherwise, if we return to Valhalla in a daze, we'll feel like we're just some insignificant clown."

Both of them have memories of the singularity and Fujimaru Ritsuka, but their memories are not as complete.

……

The rebel army covered the short distance of 300 kilometers in less than four hours, and the sky darkened, a sign that night was approaching.

Meanwhile, unrest began to break out in Moscow. Even though Rasputin had blocked the news of the rebels' approach to the city, there was no guarantee that news would not leak out.

News of Yaga's return to Moscow, which was originally outside the city, spread quickly.

More than half a million Yaga lived in Moscow, and at this time all the Yaga were praying to the Tsar in panic on the streets of Moscow.

For Yaga of Moscow, the Tsar was a god, a savior, the sun in the sky; if you were warm in the depths of winter, you could never repay the Tsar's kindness.

"Great Tsar, come out and see! Those treacherous ministers are overthrowing your rule!"

"Yes, court magicians, priests, princesses, and unscrupulous merchants are all abusing your hunters!"

"Those ungrateful rebels are already at the city gates! Great Tsar!"

Rumble rumble rumble—

Less than ten minutes after the whole of Moscow descended into chaos, the earth began to tremble.

The killing spree across Russia vanished in that instant amidst the cold, blizzard-like conditions.

Ivan the Terrible was awakened by the rioting crowds in Moscow.

A tremor comparable to a magnitude 9 earthquake in human history occurred, causing Moscow's buildings to shake violently, as if they would collapse like building blocks at any moment. Fortunately, the tallest buildings in Moscow are only three stories high, which prevented the city from being destroyed. Perhaps Moscow's buildings were designed with the possibility of a major earthquake in mind.

Amid the tremors, a gray, mammoth-like beast, over 800 meters tall, rose from the ground at the foot of a hill next to the Moscow Imperial Palace. Blue lightning erupted from its body, and the crackling sounds of atmospheric explosions echoed throughout Moscow.

[The magician! Anastasia! The priest! Damn it! How dare they deceive me!]

Boom—

The Tsar's palace was shattered by blue lightning, and countless bolts of lightning shot into the sky and connected with the mammoth. The awakened Tsar understood everything. He had been fooled and deceived from beginning to end, and had even been hypnotized into a deep sleep. His anger was like lava about to erupt from a volcano.

"The rebel army is at the city gates?"

"Whoever dares to shake Russia's rule and the very foundation of the world's existence, shall be annihilated!" Ivan the Terrible's furious voice resounded throughout Moscow and even reached far beyond.

"Mountain Beasts! Destroy all rebels who defy the Emperor's power!"

"Roar——————" The god-level mammoth, over 800 meters tall, roared, and the sonic vibrations made all living beings that heard the sound feel an extreme sense of oppression.

The blizzard in Moscow suddenly stopped, the sky darkened, and thunder rumbled from the atmosphere.

Boom, boom, boom! ! !

Chapter 304 The Tsar Questions, Supreme God: What Did We Do Wrong?

"How infuriating! I knew the alien god's magician was suspicious!"

The five-meter-tall Tsar, who only had a human form but whose human features were completely obscured, held a scepter and stood on the head of the mountain beast, looking down at the whole of Moscow with boundless resentment in his heart.

"It almost plunged Russia into an abyss!"

"They even used my killing spree to distort and rule the people of Russia!"

"They even want to unite with Chaldea, the Pan-Human History, to deal with me!"

Ivan the Terrible looked down at the rebel army that had already besieged Moscow, his heart filled with grief and indignation.

The moment he awoke, he already knew everything; the Killing Hunter would transmit all his memories into his mind.

Kadoc did indeed lead the Killer Hunters to conquer Chaldea, but none of the Chaldea personnel were lost; some even made it all the way to Russia.

Kadoc and the servant who shared the same name as his queen wanted to unite with Chaldea to defeat him and seize power over the Russian lands. If the Pan-Human History Alliance had not ultimately refused Kadoc's alliance, he would now be usurped in his sleep.

"Russian subjects, you've actually helped Pan-Human History to overthrow me? Have you been bewitched? If Russia is completely subjugated, everything will disappear!"

He wasn't so angry about the pan-human history coalition; what angered him was that Russia's subjects had actually assisted Chaldea in dividing the world, which was simply unforgivable.

"Mountain beasts, annihilate the rebels!" Ivan the Terrible roared, manipulating the 800-meter-tall mammoth beneath his feet, his scepter pointing at the rebel army outside Moscow.

The Mountain Beast is a mythical creature discovered before the Ice Age. It has been dormant in the Russian permafrost for over 200,000 years, existing since the height of the Age of Gods. It is Russia's oldest and largest divine beast.

When the Ice Age arrived, he did not hesitate to merge with the Mountain Beast. The Mountain Beast was him, but he was not the Mountain Beast. His relationship with the Mountain Beast was more like a symbiotic one, but the Mountain Beast had lost its consciousness, so he was able to control it.

The mountain beasts are beings comparable to gods in mythology, and it took four hundred and fifty years for me to completely merge with them and enter a long growth period.

According to the life cycle of divine beasts in the Age of Gods, he is only now equivalent to having just passed through his infancy and entered his growth period. He is far from being at the peak of his strength. It will take him at least 10,000 years to reach adulthood, at which time he will be comparable to a god like the twelve Olympian gods.

"Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar!" The mountain beast roared, and blue lightning appeared from the mammoth's tusk. Bolts of lightning, each over ten meters long, shot out and fell straight towards Fujimaru Ritsuka's army outside Moscow.

Rumble rumble rumble—

Lightning moves at extremely high speeds, let alone divine lightning comparable to a fifth-level god who is infinitely close to a true god.

The blue lightning flashed brilliantly, slightly exceeding the speed of light.

Even in the physical world, lightning travels at the same speed as light, let alone with the blessing of divinity.

However, the ninth-tier powerhouses were already well-prepared. With such thorough preparation, even a true god would not be able to succeed in a fair and square attack.

[The Holy Grand Cross!]

Pope Francis unleashed the power he had been storing in his scepter in an instant.

The Pope raised his scepter high, and a holy, pure white light shone in the sky above the rebels.

A giant cross, over a hundred meters tall, appeared. As soon as the Great Cross appeared, one of God's thirteen miracles, "Immunity from Heavenly Lightning (God's promise that His believers will not be harmed by heavenly lightning under the sky)," took effect.

Aside from the people from the main world, they didn't react until Ivan the Terrible's attack had already arrived. By then, it was too late; the raging lightning fell upon them like a blue waterfall.

Rumble rumble rumble—

The atmosphere tore apart, burned, and vibrated. Under the cascading lightning bolts, each over ten meters thick, the ice and snow of unknown depth were evaporated. The earth was destroyed, and rocks and soil were all turned into molten gold by the lightning. Crimson rivers were formed as the lightning swept across the land.

The lightning was so blinding and the thunder so deafening that it covered the land within a radius of over 100 kilometers outside Moscow.

After the lightning subsided, numerous molten lava rivers, each tens of meters wide, crisscrossed the landscape, resembling a dense network of lava rivers—no, this was indeed the land composed of lava rivers.

The lingering power of the lightning flickered on the land formed by the lava river, and streaks of lightning were left semi-permanently on the earth, emitting a hissing sound of death.

"Is it resolved?" Ivan the Terrible stared at the masterpiece outside Moscow and muttered to himself in a somber tone.

This was not his full strength. Thirty years ago, a large-scale resistance occurred, at which time he awoke and angrily used all his power.

Thunder, like a beam of light connecting the universe, struck the Russian border, tearing the land over 1,200 kilometers into a network of deep canyons.

"?" Ivan the Terrible looked at the molten gold earth where the lightning had dissipated, his face grim.

On the land of molten gold, a huge sacred cross floated, and beneath the sacred cross, the Chaldean pan-human history coalition and the rebel army were all unharmed.

Ivan the Terrible was dazed upon seeing this enormous sacred cross.

My memories involuntarily drifted back to before the Ice Age.

At that time, he was also a devout believer in God. Even though his policies caused turmoil and the people called him a tyrant, he still continued to push forward with the policies despite the suppression. Sacrifices were inevitable in reform.

At that time, his faith in God became more and more devout, and he firmly believed that he could lead Russia to glory and prosperity.

But when the Ice Age came, he held the Bible in the Vatican and knelt before the murals of God, praying for God's mercy day and night.

But God did not respond to him. Instead, this period made life increasingly difficult for the Russian people. In despair, he abandoned his faith and turned to magic and the power of Solomon's seventy-two demons.

The power of magic responded to him, and he summoned all magicians to launch a human survival plan, fusing human and magical beast factors to create the 'new human' Yaga, which allowed humanity to survive in this hellish snowstorm.

"God... God! God! God! God! God! God! God! God! God! God!" Ivan the Terrible regained his senses as anger, sorrow, pain, and despair collided and resonated within him, finally roaring and questioning the pure white Holy Cross.

"You didn't respond when the world suffered! You didn't respond when humanity was on the verge of extinction! You didn't respond when humanity was transformed into Yaga!"

"You responded just when I had found hope!"

"It will not bring salvation! It will not bring deliverance! It will bring ultimate destruction!"

"What have we done wrong! Most High God! Almighty Lord! Tell me! What have we done wrong!!! Aaaaaaahhhhhh—"

Ivan the Terrible lost his mind due to the surging emotions within him, and all his power erupted as he attacked the Holy Cross.

He wanted to question God, to use mortal strength to hurl at the God who had pronounced their doom: what had they done wrong that they had to be destroyed! Is this your mercy? Is this your benevolence?

"Roar roar roar roar roar roar—"

The 800-meter-tall mountain beast unleashed its full power, and with a few quick movements of its massive four legs, it arrived on the molten gold-covered land outside Moscow.

Rumble!!!

The giant elephant's foot, like a pillar of heaven, stepped on the earth, causing the earth to continuously crack, tremble, and collapse. With just a lift of its foot, it changed the terrain over a distance of more than ten kilometers.

Rumble rumble rumble—

The already gloomy sky grew even darker, and the blizzard swirled above the mountain beasts, transforming into a massive vortex exceeding a thousand kilometers in length, resembling the eye of a planetary storm. The oppressive aura of the gods altered the gravity of the land over a thousand kilometers in length.

The pressure rendered any non-divine being unable to move, and even breathing seemed impossible.

However, Yaga and the others, protected under the Holy Grand Cross, only felt a momentary suffocation.

"Leave! This is not a battle that anyone below the seventh rank can participate in!" With a wave of his scepter, the more than 30,000-strong Yaga rebel army was enveloped in holy light, and spatial magic was unleashed.

Buzz buzz buzz buzz—

All the Yaga were sent to Moscow, the Tsar's capital city. As the emperor, he would not attack the capital city he was protecting.

"Next is our battle! It's incredibly powerful; this is definitely not the power that an ordinary god could possess!" Three pairs of azure angel wings unfurled behind Irene.

As an angel, she could freely travel to 'Heaven' to meet the Seraphim Joan of Arc, learn about the current state of the gods from Joan of Arc, understand the differences in the ranks of the gods, and even directly experience divine power.