"You might not like hearing this, but I have to say, we agreed to a 1-on-1, so how did this turn into a group fight? And Rasputin is still injured right now, aren't you just bullying him?"
The Alien God spoke with a look of indignation, but she was so massive that every subtle expression was visible, like the clear hint of mockery in her eyes.
"Ivan the Terrible, step down."
Alaya spoke. She had already sensed the power of the Alien God's subordinates, and Ivan the Terrible's strength was likely insufficient.
Alaya wanted to call Ivan the Terrible back, but the Alien God spoke.
"Oh, and there's another rule for my arena: once you're on stage, you can't leave unless you win the match!"
"...You didn't mention that earlier. Actually, Ivan the Terrible was just going up to clear the field, not to fight."
Alaya started to play dirty too. The Alien God raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, then said with a serious expression,
"That excuse is too far-fetched; I don't accept it. If you think a 1-on-1 means I'm bullying you, then feel free to fight as a group. Anyway, you have plenty of people, and I only have five. Come on, one by one, fight until the last one falls."
The Alien God was purely playing around; she didn't care much about the rules of the game. If she wanted to, she could change them at any time. Of course, the prerequisite was Alaya's agreement; otherwise, if they disagreed, there would be no point in continuing the fight.
"You!"
Alaya felt underestimated, outright despised and looked down upon. Could she tolerate this?
"Don't look down on us! Feel free to switch people! Ivan the Terrible! Finish them!!"
"Hmph! Gladly!!"
Ivan the Terrible stomped his foot! The tusks on his shoulders shone brightly! He glared fiercely at Rasputin but didn't make a move, instead waiting for the next opponent to appear.
"Heh, just bluster. Come back, Rasputin, you did well. This is your reward."
The Alien God waved her hand, pulling Rasputin back to her side. A surge of starlight infused him, and the damaged Rasputin quickly recovered, becoming completely whole in a few seconds.
"Thank you, my God! May the glory of my God illuminate the entire universe!"
Rasputin prostrated himself, utterly devout.
"Step down. Next, you go."
The Alien God waved again, and the second Starlight Warrior leapt into the arena.
Still shrouded in starlight, their face obscured, Ivan the Terrible secretly heightened his vigilance. The power known as Noble Phantasm was already gathering, waiting for a single command!
"Begin!"
"Roar! Beast that accompanies my journey!!"
The moment the battle began, Ivan the Terrible activated his Noble Phantasm!
His already five-meter-tall body began to swell! Thick fur erupted from his skin, and the tusks on his shoulders extended forward!
As a powerful being fused with a Demonic Beast, returning to their Demonic Beast form was their strongest state.
The same was true for Ivan the Terrible; his Noble Phantasm was to revert to his former beast form! The stance of a colossal elephant trampling the earth! Then, to crush his opponent with overwhelming force!
As long as he transformed back into a giant elephant, Ivan the Terrible was confident he could defeat his opponent!
But the very next moment!
"Unlimited Blade Works!"
The Starlight Warrior in front of him suddenly erupted with endless flames! The ground was instantly engulfed in fire, and countless swords were embedded in the earth.
A hand, holding a katana without a handle yet, instantly cut, and then it was over.
"Go to hell."
*BOOM!*
A furious wave of fire burst from the massive wound on Ivan the Terrible's body. Ivan the Terrible, who hadn't fully transformed yet, exploded entirely. He widened his eyes, and after the explosion ended, his colossal body began to dissipate.
One strike!
An instant kill!
Mo Shuying narrowed his eyes, looking at this enemy who resembled Emiya Shirou but was not the same person—Senji Muramasa, a blacksmith who forged demon blades.
He had once slain a Divine Spirit Servant with a single strike. Unexpectedly, today, another Lostbelt King had died by his hand.
"Hahahahaha! Hilarious! One-shot kill! Alaya! Is this the kind of quality you have over there? I don't even think we need to compete anymore; just surrender and let me take over Earth."
The Alien God laughed, shaking with glee. Alaya's face was ashen; anyone could tell she was furious to the point of exploding!
"Don't celebrate too early!! It's not over yet!"
Alaya's eyes were fierce, completely unwilling to admit defeat.
The Alien God shrugged, waved her hand to recall Senji Muramasa, then waved again to send out another person.
"Alright, then I'll let you completely give up hope. Go, claim this incredibly easy victory for me."
The third Starlight Warrior entered the arena. The moment they landed, they extended a hand and pointed at Mo Shuying.
"Hmm?"
Mo Shuying was puzzled. What did that mean?
Then Mo Shuying saw that hand make an internationally friendly gesture towards him, and then beckon, incredibly arrogant!
"You're asking for it!"
A vein throbbed in Mo Shuying's forehead as he fought the urge to punch the guy to death.
"Hold on! Mo Shuying, calm down. Let Arjuna take this third round."
Alaya spoke up, and Mo Shuying turned to look at her. To still hold back a trump card at such a critical match point, Alaya truly had nerves of steel.
"You decide."
Mo Shuying didn't object. He crossed his arms, no longer provoked. Arjuna, after a slight nod to Mo Shuying, lifted off the ground and floated towards the platform.
"Tch."
The Starlight Warrior made a sound of disappointment, seeing that Mo Shuying wasn't the one fighting. Arjuna frowned slightly, a decision already forming in his mind.
As Arjuna, who had become a god of destruction, his heart was filled with madness. He was a Berserker now, practically a powder keg ready to explode at the slightest touch.
Normally, he could rein in this murderous intent with the good left in his heart, but there was truly no way to deal with someone so determined to provoke him.
"Begin!"
At the command, the starlight around the Starlight Warrior dispersed, revealing a figure in a black onmyoji robe!
Ashiya Doman! It was him!
With the boost from the starlight, a Starlight Evil Spirit appeared behind Ashiya Doman! Mo Shuying could feel its chilling malevolence even from a distance!
"Die!"
Ashiya Doman waved his hand, and the Starlight Evil Spirit behind him lunged at Arjuna, claws and fangs bared.
But Arjuna simply raised a hand, and Ashiya Doman felt everything around him go dark. The stars that had been shining throughout the universe stopped twinkling. He widened his eyes, trying to move, but he was paralyzed.
He could only watch as Arjuna raised his hand, his body, originally just a bit taller than a person, began to expand infinitely! Finally, he transformed into a figure taller than the stars themselves. A Sword of Starlight appeared above Arjuna's head and descended with his hand, then!
"No!!"
Ashiya Doman, his eyes filled with unwillingness, was cut down by a single strike before he could even release his Noble Phantasm! Nothing remained!
Gazing at the battle platform, now scarred with a massive crack, Arjuna slowly spoke.
"Reincarnation Pandemonium."
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