Otherwise, you can find another savior.

Therefore, we must come to a conclusion here.

"I've been waiting for you! Tescatlipoca and the Hidden Ones have already gone, and you're only just arriving. Despite having the upper hand, you're always a step behind. Are you planning to abandon your objective?"

Kamazocz's voice echoed in the dark, empty mountain cave.

Looking up, all you can see are the minerals embedded in the mountains, shimmering faintly like stars.

“It doesn’t matter if it’s a step earlier or a step later. If Tescatlipoca and Debit could directly awaken the ORT, they would have done it long ago.” Shiomi said casually, “There must be some key thing that hasn’t been in place yet. That’s why they haven’t made any new moves, even though they arrived there before us.”

“Such extreme composure—is this the confidence of a god?” Kamazot continued, “Before the arrival of the Hidden Ones, Miktland had no concept of mythology. If we must speak of mythology, then—”

“You are the only myth in this underground world.” Morgan pointed out a fact, “a myth that spans 660 million years.”

"Heh...hahaha...hahahahahaha—!!"

Kamazots burst into laughter, a compliment that they were right.

“I don’t mind if you want to continue chatting, but if you don’t plan to show yourself in the end, we will just pass through your underworld.” Shiomi raised her hand to tidy Morgan’s hair. “Even though it’s underground, there are extremely strong cosmic rays. This place is really harmful to my wife’s skin and hair.”

"..." Morgan could only suppress his laughter as he listened to tide Jian mocking Kamazotz.

Cosmic rays do exist inside the mountain range, but they only threaten humans. For beings of Servant rank or higher, they are a harsh environment that can be ignored.

Perhaps they couldn't stand Shio's sarcasm, or perhaps they simply didn't intend to let them pass through the Fourth Underworld so easily.

After Shiomi's words, Kamazot emerged from the shadows, just as before, hanging upside down in the dark air like a bat, looking down at the two on the mountain road.

“Indeed, it’s not appropriate to let you pass just like that,” Kamazot said in a low voice. “Witness! Witness! In the final days of Miktland, the blood of beasts resides! Then comes the time to kneel in reverence before the King of the Underworld, the source of death—”

Then, the mountain road suddenly trembled, and countless pairs of eerie blue eyes lit up in the darkness.

Those were the skeletal warriors that had appeared in the ruins of Kahn.

It actually exists in this fourth underworld.

"Then let me show you our power, Kamazoz!" Shiomi suddenly shouted in response, "Before you stands the god who governs 'creation' and 'existence,' who is—"

The storm swept through the underworld, and the skeletal warriors that emerged from the shadows were blown down by the gale before they could even get a foothold.

Those who didn't fall instinctively used their weapons to pierce the hard rocky ground, maintaining their position.

"A unified god, huh?" Kamazocz's voice was utterly cold. "In pursuit of the power to defeat the enemy, you are willing to sacrifice your own companions as well?"

“Sacrifice? If this act can truly be considered a sacrifice, then… it was my husband who made the sacrifice, not me or anyone else.”

Morgan reached out in mid-air and grasped the pure white holy spear.

Gungnir, Longinus, and two crimson spears appeared behind her.

"He was only willing to sacrifice himself until the very end. Allowing such power to appear was already his greatest concession." Morgan's clear voice echoed in the darkness. "King Kahn, who has traversed 660 million years of time, forgotten the past yet constantly searching for it, shall witness my husband's determination."

"Who did you hear that from?"

Kamazocz's voice grew colder; this man was always like this, his emotions fluctuating between elation and icy indifference.

It is extremely unstable, yet carries an indescribable strangeness.

"You defeated the ORT, so why have you fallen to this state?" Morgan asked.

"Is it Maiah? Or Kukulkan, or perhaps the useless Hikik?" Kamazot stared at the One God. "Never mind who said it. Your words are a challenge to me, an insult to Kahn."

"If you think this is outrageous, then so be it," Shio's voice echoed in the void.

As the other half of the One God, he can actually communicate with the outside world at any time.

Almost all the time, Morgan was enough to judge and handle the problem; he only needed to offer her advice and opinions from the inside and fight alongside her.

But after learning about Kamazots's experience, Shiomi couldn't help but say a few words.

“That’s right! It was Kamazotz who defeated ORT! He defeated the monster that devoured the planet!” Kamazotz’s expression turned ferocious and furious. “Hahahaha! That’s exactly what happened! I killed them all! I wiped out the calamity that attempted to devour the Cosmic Tree and invade Miktland!”

Kamazocs recounted something in a roaring voice.

"I threw it into the lava, pierced its chest with my claws, dug out its internal organs, and turned it into a mute skeleton!"

"But the price is enormous," Shiomi sighed softly.

“Shut up! Kamazotz doesn’t need your pity, Kamazotz doesn’t need your understanding! Everything you’ve said is nothing short of defiling Kahn, defiling that sacred war!”

Following this angry rebuttal, Kamazot's spiritual origin reaction began to expand rapidly.

The One God, who could perceive the enemy's demonic power with just his eyes without needing any instruments, witnessed an astonishing truth.

Kamazotz's spiritual origin reaction is rapidly increasing.

Hundreds of thousands, millions, tens of millions, and finally reaching a scale of over one hundred million.

Countless bats flew out of the darkness, swirling around Kamazotz's body and turning into a blackish-red blood mist.

"Be prepared, my wife. Kamazotz intends to reveal his true form. The two of us will defeat the weapon obtained through the sacrifice of hundreds of millions of people—Kamazotz himself..."

“I told you long ago, my husband. If the two of us are together, we will be invincible.”

Morgan pointed the Immaculate Holy Lance at the formidable enemy before him.

Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Last Hero

"Call my name, hero of Kahn, hero who slays the spider, king who cast aside his crown. Hero, you cannot save the world without sacrificing all your subjects. Try it, try the blood of Kamazot. The terrifying essence of the underworld, West Balbachi, into which the people of Kahn have poured themselves!"

A voice filled with sorrow, anger, and resentment rang out amidst the blood mist where bats swarmed.

That was Kamazocs's roar, and also Kamazocs's regret.

As he said, Kamazot was a king who lost his subjects, and 660 million years ago, he had to sacrifice the entire country to defeat a great threat that was awakening from the earth.

Amidst this outrageous outcry, Kamazocz finally revealed his true colors.

After sacrificing 100 million of his people, he gained an extraordinary form, a powerful form capable of defeating even the ORT.

The bats were enormous, approaching the size of the ORTs that Shiomi and the others had seen a few days ago.

Blood-red membrane wings, slender antennae.

It looks incredibly ferocious and menacing, yet it's impossible to feel genuine disgust towards it.

This was especially true after they learned about Kamazot's background.

“Spiritual origin reaction…Beast.” Morgan frowned slightly.

"We achieved the great feat of defeating the ORT, but at the cost of all our people... Perhaps we never intended it this way, but it still ended up like this," Shiomi sighed.

“Human evil is human love,” Morgan said softly. “As the king of Kahn, he must love his people to be willing to transform into a beast and fight to this extent.”

Their voices weren't loud, but in the Fourth Underworld, no sound could escape Kamazot's ears.

"Shut up! Even if you are a god, even if you are a unified god, no matter what mission you bear, you are not allowed to speak like you know everything!"

An angry roar erupted, accompanied by a violent gust of wind, interrupting Morgan and Shiomi's conversation.

Chatting on the spot is not a wise move, but because they learned about Kamazot's background from Hikik and witnessed his true demeanor, both of them couldn't help but feel respect for him.

The relentless wind pressure swept through the interior of the underworld, instantly severing and pulverizing the hard rocks.

Even though Morgan immediately erected a barrier to block it, the wind pressure still tore his clothes and cut off the ends of his hair.

"once!"

Kamazots suddenly shouted.

“Once? What once?” Shiomi became wary. “My wife, please be careful. Kamazot seems to be calculating something.”

“I understand, but we can’t just sit idly by.” Morgan extended his right hand, the pure white holy spear slowly tracing an arc. “Prepare for a counterattack… ‘Moonwind Blade Combo’!”

The wind pressure, which would have torn them apart upon contact, changed at Morgan's soft declaration.

The wind pressure no longer swept unilaterally toward the side where the One God was, but gradually changed its trajectory, and countless wind blades flew out from the wind.

Surrounded and attacked by the wind blades, Kamazot neither defended nor retaliated, but continued counting.

"twice!"

The wind blades left marks on his hard body, but did not damage his flesh; they simply neutralized each other against his hard outer layer.

With the situation now under the control of the One God, the wind blades had become so numerous as to be countless, and Kamazot stubbornly endured these attacks.

The wind blade finally tore through the skin, revealing flesh and blood. But Kamazot paid no attention to these superficial wounds that could heal quickly.

"If the outside doesn't work, then the inside."

Morgan pressed his hand to his heart.

The magic condensed into a dozen tiny guns, aimed at her heart, and then fired suddenly.

It uses itself as a medium to transfer the attack into the target's body.

What may seem like a very cunning tactic actually depends on the difference in status and strength between oneself and one's opponent.

Now, as a demigod of the One God, Morgan's status is unparalleled, and even an opponent like Kamazoz can use this to inflict damage.

"Eehahaha! Three times!"

On the third count, Kamazot burst into maniacal laughter, the magical reaction suddenly intensified, and the environment of the Third Underworld began to become abnormal.

"The Death of 7 (Vukub-Came)!"

"?!"

Morgan and Shiomi were both taken aback.

This is a power that extends across the entire Fourth Underworld. As a mythology of Miktlan that has existed since 660 million years ago, achieving absolute dominion over the Fourth Underworld is not difficult.

“The situation has changed? No, the rules have changed…” Shiomi was secretly surprised. “Kamazotz has changed the rules of Yayaukki. As long as we are here, we cannot exert our full strength, whether it is to recover or to protect ourselves.”

He turned sideways and flew at high speed through the not-so-wide hollow inside the mountain. Morgan dodged the dense attacks launched by the tentacles on Kamazot's body.

Unlike the tentacles of sea monsters or demon pillars, these are extensions of Kamazot's own sense of touch; they are weapons and organs for perceiving the surrounding environment.

Even though the speed of the One God's flight is fast enough to rival U-Olga Marie's uninterrupted teleportation, Kamazot's attacks can still catch up with Morgan's figure, forcing her to dodge in a more cautious manner.

Ultimately, these tentacles can only expand to a limited extent and cannot divide indefinitely. However, their attack speed and frequency compensate for this, and each strike is as heavy as a mountain, making them difficult to counter.

"That is to say..."

Morgan left a trail of nebula-like contrails behind him, an act that seemed to mark his location but went unnoticed by Kamazozz.

She flew at full speed, like a shooting star, hovering in the dim sky above the Fourth Underworld, circling hundreds of times in a short period of time.

The nebula surrounds Kamazotz.

Then, detonate.

An explosion comparable to an anti-military Noble Phantasm engulfed Kamazot's body, interrupting the one-sided pursuit.

Thick smoke enveloped Kamazocz's body.

After a while, a strong wind blew, dispelling the smoke.

The reason they didn't launch an attack while surrounded by thick smoke is quite simple.

That means the attack did indeed cause an effective blow.

Kamazots was breathing heavily, trying to recover from the damage caused by the explosion.

"As expected, the power you just used only interfered with our defense and recovery, but did not hinder our attack enough."

"This level!" Kamazot exclaimed even more excitedly, "This is the power of the One God, this is modern mythology that surpasses ancient mythology!"

"Myths are too far removed from me. Only by fighting with all our might can we prove that we have no intention of humiliation."

Shiomi's voice echoed in the space, her words serious.

"Very good!"

Kamazots laughed again, signaling that the battle had only just begun.

Chapter Seventy-Eight: Dead or Alive

The Fourth Underworld is located within the mountain range that stretches across the entire Miktland.

The underground cavern, though narrow, is incredibly long; even flying at high speed would take half a day to circle it.

But for humankind, it is already a vast space.

It is not restrictive for human body size, and can easily carry out highly mobile combat.

Compared to the much larger Kamazot, he could only choose a fighting style that focused on defense and counterattack.

The two sides are evenly matched, and no tricks will be enough to change the course of the battle; only real strength will determine the outcome.