Otherwise, you can find another savior.

“According to the will of Shiva, if we are still alive after the trial, we should remain here to deal with the calamities that will appear later,” Arjuna replied. “Although Shiva did not explicitly state it, it now seems that it must be what you call ORT.”

“Understood.” Shiomi looked at them seriously. “We don’t know much about the ORT right now. Judging from what Tescatlipoca has shown, it probably has a strong ability to erode the environment. If we can stop the ORT’s advance, we will contact you and ask you to come and help us.”

Rama and the others did not refuse Shio's request, nor was there any need for them to.

After agreeing to fight together, Shiomi and the others immediately met up with the Storm Border that had flown in.

Chapter Seventy-Four Meanwhile

The Fourth Underworld, Yaya Uki.

"Oh? Has that man finally reclaimed all his power as a god?"

Kamazozz hung upside down in the sky, able to maintain flight even though it wasn't flapping its wings.

He wasn't talking to himself, but rather to a group of people about to pass through.

Tescatlipoca, Debit, and their companions Traloc and Iscari, along with a group of Oselotte warriors.

Kamazots was no longer interested in what these people were planning to do, so he wouldn't do anything as long as they didn't cause trouble.

“It would be one thing to just reclaim his powers. But that guy actually gave up all of them without a care.” Tescatlipoca revealed a belligerent expression. “As a reward for giving up his powers, that man himself never expected that he would gain even greater power.”

"Hmph..." Kamazot curled his lip indifferently, "According to you, it seems better to take all the power from the beginning?"

“It was problematic from the very beginning to allow that witch to get involved,” Debit pointed out Kamazot’s mistake sharply.

According to the original deal, Shiomi's power and flesh would all belong to Kamazotz.

“Don’t say that, Debit.” Tescatlipoca laughed quite happily. “There are so many Servants in the present world, the only one who can be of use is that witch. After all, seeing someone with the same face as his woman, the one who insists on maintaining a human heart will definitely waver.”

"If we have to point out a problem, it was your mistake not to exclude the 'Alien God'," Kamazot retorted. "You spread your power too widely, making that woman unable to hinder Chaldea. The result is the same."

“There’s no point in continuing this argument. I only have four minutes left today, and I don’t want to waste my precious time here,” Debit said, preparing to continue his journey through the Fourth Underworld.

Tescatlipoca did not stop them, but sat on the rock and continued chatting with Kamazozz.

In any case, it won't be difficult for him to catch up with the main group.

“Although I am very interested in your war with that man, my time is running out. I need to go to the ninth floor to prepare for the final battlefield,” Tescatlipoca said. “Also, I heard that after you fought with Shiomi Tenkai last time and were stripped of your powers and fled in disarray, he paid his respects to the fallen warriors in Cain.”

"Tsk...doing all this unnecessary work." Kamazot was deeply displeased.

Tescatlipoca took a drag of his cigarette: "No, I think that man knows his place. Whether a warrior is alive or dead, they are all beings who deserve respect. After all, he is a student taught by the Queen of the Land of Shadows. Even if he can't become a god, he is at least a first-rate warrior."

"So what about you? Are you going to continue that tedious test?" Kamazot asked. "If I kill Chaldea here, you will get nothing, and the revived ORT will be sealed away in the deeper mantle once more."

“That’s fine too.” Tescatlipoca threw down his half-eaten cigarette butt and jumped up from the rock he was standing on. “Let me enjoy your war from the deepest part of Miktland, the last warrior of the Kingdom of Karn, the King of Heroes, Kamazot.”

After saying this, Tescatlipoca's figure disappeared into the shadows near the ninth level of Miktland.

Kamazozzi also disappeared, leaving behind only a long string of meaningful, cold laughs.

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"I see, Kirei Kotomine... Is he really dead this time?"

After returning to Storm Border, Shiomi found Karen and talked to her alone about something.

Around the time Karen turned 20, she learned from Shiomi who her biological father was and the somewhat complicated grudges between her and her adoptive father.

Of course, Shiomi did not hide anything related to Kirei Kotomine, including the fact that he went missing after the Fourth Holy Grail War.

Karen actually had no feelings for her biological father. She was adopted by Shiomi when she was an infant, and as far back as she could remember, she only had one father.

The origin of her bloodline was not enough to affect her choices and judgments regarding family ties.

However, this family bond has unknowingly been mixed with some unspeakable things.

"This was something I should have completely resolved back in 1994, but unfortunately, due to something that seemed destined, it triggered a series of consequences." Shiomi sighed helplessly and apologized to Karen.

It's not about killing Kirei Kotomine, but about failing to clean up the mess, which led to all of this happening now.

“Even if he died more than twenty years ago, someone else in Antarctic Chaldea would still take his place,” Kallen said. “For example, that evil monk would personally appear as a Servant.”

"It's not impossible."

Faced with Karen's optimism, Shiomi felt that she was not quite at ease enough.

After all, concern can cloud judgment, and he was always concerned about Sakura and Kallen.

“Besides, now that things have finally come to a conclusion, Dad only needs to do his own thing and move forward firmly with Mother.” Karen leaned on Shiomi’s shoulder. “I’m not a child anymore, and Dad can’t keep treating me like one.”

“I understand, but habits aren’t so easy to change. I can only try not to interfere with any of your choices and just make sure you don’t encounter any danger.” tide Jian put her arms around her shoulders and ruffled her hair.

Karen laughed: "I don't hate it when Dad does this, I just hope he understands that I am an adult now, a mature woman."

"Of course, in terms of personality, Kallen is a bit more mature than Sakura."

"It's best not to let Sakura hear this, or she'll get jealous again." Karen leaned against Shiomi, her voice slightly ambiguous.

“If you don’t tell and I don’t tell, no one will know.” Shio couldn’t help but smile. “Besides, Sakura and the others have gone to the final observation station, Meztitlan, with Tepeu right now.”

Karen opened her eyes again and looked at the natural environment in the distance, which was quite different from that of Miktland. Although it was also green, she could see its unique features.

Why isn't Daddy going?

“I’m not really interested. After all, it’s just a shadow of the inner sea of ​​this Lostbelt projected onto Miktland.” Xixi shook her head. “Your mother and Bavan Shi prefer these kinds of novelties.”

“What exactly is Archetype?” Karen suddenly asked.

"Didn't Lord El-Melloi II mention this?" Shiomi was surprised. "This is common knowledge in the world of magic... Oh well, since we're resting now, I'll just repeat it again."

"Hmm~"

Karen's voice, as she agreed, betrayed a hint of happiness.

Chapter Seventy-Five: United in Heart

The Fourth Underworld, Yaya-Uki, which is also the eighth level of Miktlan, is the last line of defense leading to the deepest part of this underground world, and it is right before our eyes.

Unlike the waters of the First Underworld, the Obsidian Blade Mountain of the Second Underworld, or the desert of the Third Underworld.

The fourth underworld is a barren mountain.

There was no trace of vegetation, as if it were a lifeless place.

This feeling was very familiar to Shiomi; it was as if she had returned to the Land of Shadows.

Outside the City of Shadows, there are only such desolate mountains and wilderness.

Standing just ten kilometers from the foot of the mountain, gazing at the towering Fourth Netherworld Line, Shiomi couldn't help but reminisce about her days in the Land of Shadows.

Unfortunately, her master had gone to the observation station. She was quite interested in the Archetypes of the Lostbelts and was heading up the mountain where the observation station was located with the exchange group.

The mountain looked like a dormant volcano, with a huge lake in the crater-like area.

It is said that Archetype lived in that lake.

"What are you looking at, my husband?"

Morgan's voice came from behind, and Shio couldn't help but shiver. She turned around looking guilty.

Morgan found his reaction particularly amusing and immediately smiled.

"Now that things have come to this, do you think my husband can still be frightened by someone coming from behind? Do you think I can get close to you silently without doing anything?"

"Oh dear, well..." tide Jian touched the back of her neck embarrassedly, "I was just thinking about Master, and when my wife suddenly brought it up, I felt nervous like I was being caught in the act."

"I see." Morgan didn't seem to think anything of it. "Then I'll go and call Scáthach over so you and your apprentice can be alone for a while?"

“No need.” Shio pointed to the Fourth Underworld behind her with her thumb. “It’s just that seeing Yaya Uki’s appearance reminded me of the Land of Shadows.”

Morgan shared the same sentiment: "Unlike the Second Underworld, this place exudes a strong aura of death... It feels very close to Ereshkigal's Underworld to me."

Or rather, this is the true underworld.

“After all, this is Kamazot’s headquarters, which he specially returned to and is waiting for us to arrive at.” Shiomi walked up to Morgan. “At least the environment is somewhat interesting, which can help us to be more vigilant.”

"I wasn't planning to underestimate my opponent... huh?"

Morgan was responding to Shiomi's words when he saw him solemnly taking her arm and leading her to sit down on a nearby rock.

Then, Shiomi sat down next to her and took her wrist.

"Based on my speculation, the final return of power, the unification of severity, balance, and compassion, will bring you an experience completely different from when you only possessed a portion of that power," he said earnestly. "Although you are a fairy from Paradise, possessing mystical perceptions beyond human comprehension, but—"

"Are you worried about putting any burden on me and considering taking it back?" Morgan asked.

“That’s the plan,” Shio said thoughtfully. “That’s why I need to check your health…”

“Everything is normal.” Morgan was actually very clear about his own condition.

Indeed, it was an experience beyond what a fairy eye could obtain, but it was within her capacity to bear.

Rather, the power she held was originally a part of Shio, an extension of him.

Power itself would naturally yield and protect Morgan.

“Just as I saw.” Shiomi raised his eyes, his heterochromatic star-like eyes appearing in his eye sockets, then gradually dimming and returning to his normal eye color. “Now that you have complete power, in a sense, Azuma is already a deity in reality.”

“In terms of power alone, that is indeed the case,” Morgan said. “But, my husband, are you really not going to take back this power of ‘creation’?”

Morgan's concern wasn't that Shiomi wanted to shirk responsibility, but rather that the power itself was incredibly important; without it, Shiomi's strength would be no different from that of a Heroic Spirit.

Facing the enemies ahead, it will be difficult to achieve much.

She was certainly willing to transform into a unified god and fight alone for her husband, but that was not the best option.

"What if I said that I'm letting my wife keep the power because I hope you'll accompany me on the road ahead?" Shiomi asked earnestly.

"Huh?" Morgan was surprised.

tide Jian looked into her eyes: "You should have realized that I am not an empty shell of a god. While giving up all my powers, new powers have filled the original void."

"A blessing in disguise?" Morgan's suspicions came true, leaving her both surprised and confused.

After all, when Shiomi ended up in the Third Underworld, she already displayed an even greater sense of oppression than she had after becoming a god.

“Of course, this wasn’t the outcome I knew from the beginning, nor did I understand what it meant.” Shiomi held Morgan’s hand to her heart. “'Creation' and 'Existence,' these two combined in one person, what…”

“That means my husband must be someone I can’t even imagine. Neither the goddess Nuwa, the great god Odin, nor the three Hindu gods, nor Tescatlipoca waiting on the ninth level, nor even the great demon Lucifer, could have considered this possibility,” Morgan asserted.

She couldn't say whether it was true or not, but she truly believed it.

If even his wife doesn't believe her husband, how can he expect others to?

"Who cares?" tide Jian understood Morgan's feelings all too well, and jokingly changed the subject.

He took her hand and stood up, heading towards the Fourth Underworld.

"Aren't you going to tell everyone?" Morgan asked.

“I’ve already spoken to the people on Storm Border. Romani should be keeping an eye on the radar right now,” Shiomi said. “It’s just that the opponent is that Kamazot…”

"Regarding Kamazot, I've learned quite a bit from the Archetype, the stargazing priestess of Meztitlan," Morgan said, keeping pace with Shiomi. "It might be helpful in the upcoming battle."

"Hmm...is that so?" Shiomi showed an interested expression.

“To be honest, just when I thought my dream, which I’d ​​been holding onto for six thousand years, was a testament to my deep-seated obsession, other Lostbelts always surprised me even further.” Morgan sighed helplessly. “660 million years… that’s beyond my comprehension of time…”

“Me too.” tide Jian nodded earnestly.

He held Morgan's hand tightly, and together they stood at the foot of the desolate mountains in the Fourth Underworld.

One more step forward and we will enter this realm of death.

Kamazotz will also know of their arrival.

"Are you ready?" Shiomi asked Morgan with a smile.

"It's all ready."

Morgan gripped Shiomi's hand tightly, their fingers intertwined.

Chapter Seventy-Six: The Final Line of the Underworld

In fact, after entering the Fourth Underworld, Shio discovered the biggest difference between it and the Second Underworld.

If the Second Underworld is a rugged, roadless mountain of obsidian blades, then the Fourth Underworld is a massive hollow located within the mountain range.

No matter which way you go, you will eventually follow the road into the interior of the mountains.

Flying there directly would not be difficult for him and Morgan.

But that would be tantamount to leaving Kamazotz, this super troublesome entity, to Storm Border behind them.

Any unnecessary casualties must be avoided.