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The sudden attack left everyone in the divine tower dumbfounded, clearly not expecting someone to throw a weapon from an unknown location, piercing through Goetia's chest. Only Mordred's eyes brightened in an instant, staring intently at the long spear that had impaled Goetia to the ground. Rhongomyniad, the Spear of the Vanguard, one of the weapons representing King Arthur's identity. It must be Father!
On the other side, Jeanne, after a brief moment of hesitation, also showed joy in her eyes. There was no premonition, but she had a feeling that the person who had just pierced Goetia's body was indeed Asher!
The three goddesses suppressing the Demon God Pillars also stopped their attacks. Ishtar's gaze was the first to fall outside the divine tower, but she saw nothing. She didn't even know where that voice had come from. But... undoubtedly, if Ishtar were to guess the identity of the assailant, the first person that came to her mind was someone who was supposedly already killed. It seems that the body that guy had been using in Uruk all this time was just his clone. His true body was probably lying somewhere, only just arriving? What a show-off.
Ishtar pouted, feeling inexplicably indignant. He's just a servant of a god, but that guy is truly a deceitful bastard!
However... Her tense nerves slowly relaxed, and the corners of Ishtar's mouth curved slightly. He came just in
time, how wonderful.
"That guy... did he actually rush here specially?"
Gilgamesh looked out of the hall, a hint of emotion appearing in his red eyes for the first time. He was not a Grand candidate, so naturally, there was no need for him to fulfill such a duty. Yet, in this situation, he was willing to travel thousands of miles just for Uruk. At this moment, even the proud king had to admit that this sentiment was invaluable. Asher, huh? Gilgamesh
silently made a note of the name in his mind.
Then, a faint sound was heard. Goetia merely shifted his body slightly, causing the ground to crack. Dazzling golden light erupted from the spear piercing Goetia's chest. The runes attached to Rhongomyniad made the weapon incredibly hot, and Goetia continuously coughed up blood. Several gazes fell upon Goetia, their eyes filled with astonishment. He was hit by such an attack and still didn't die?! What kind of monster is this guy?
Blood flowed from the wound piercing Goetia. Then, an incredulous voice emerged from his mouth. "What an unexpected sneak attack." Although he had been directly hit by that terrifying previous attack, Rhongomyniad, though not fully unleashed, had already released the runes attached to it, but it still failed to defeat Goetia.
In the Temple of Time, Goetia was almost an invincible existence, but even though he wasn't in the Temple of Time at this moment, he still wasn't so easily defeated.
However, even though the previous attack failed to defeat him, it still greatly shocked Goetia. He painfully pulled Rhongomyniad from his chest, stumbled back a few steps, threw away the weapon, and then looked up towards outside the divine tower. Who exactly could cause substantive damage to his body?
Servant attacks are nullified, magic is nullified... is there anyone else who can harm him? It shouldn't be... If so, how could I not have discovered them before now?
"Your next sentence will be 'Who exactly are you?'"
As a majestic voice, like a god descending, echoed from a distance, Goetia remained calm, simply staring ahead:
"Who exactly are you?"
His answer was several Demon God Pillars twisted into bow shapes, violently packaged and thrown in front of Goetia by someone from afar. The terrifying eyes on the pillars sent shivers down one's spine. However, the person
who attacked Goetia still did not appear.
"Next, you'll ask me, 'Who exactly are you?'"
"Who exactly are you?" Goetia suddenly looked up at the sky outside the divine tower, yet still couldn't find the attacker.
"At this point, facing me, who refuses to show myself, you will furiously attack Ritsuka, attempting to seize her Holy Grail."
Goetia indeed turned and lunged at Ritsuka, but not out
of fury, merely taking the optimal action. Yes, it didn't matter if he was guessed; obtaining the Holy Grail was enough. Other matters could be dealt with later. There was no need to bother with the entity hidden somewhere;
taking the Holy Grail was enough!
Whoosh! A red spear, carried by a fierce wind, shot towards Goetia from a distance. This time, Goetia was prepared. He spun around and caught the incoming red spear. He spoke in a flat tone: "The same sneak attack won't work on me a second time"
As soon as the words fell, the weapon, which Goetia had firmly gripped, seemed to gain sentience, or perhaps it had resolved itself to something and refused to give up.
The sharp spearhead gradually drilled into Goetia's body.
Finally, as his eyes widened in disbelief, the red spear once again pierced through Goetia's body. It was as if it would only stop after hitting its enemy, or as if it would automatically track its enemy once locked on, refusing to stop until it saw the enemy's blood. No matter how much he struggled, the weapon would pierce the enemy's heart.
Goetia pulled out the red spear with a roar and, with a flash, stepped outside the divine tower.
"Then you'll be astonished and ask me again: 'How is that possible? Who exactly are you?'"
"Who exactly are you?" Goetia suddenly looked up at the sky. He couldn't guess where the voice was coming from, or where the attack had originated, no matter how hard he thought.
At this moment, the air seemed to condense instantly.
Pink petals scattered in the wind. The illusion was dispelled, and Asher finally appeared. The eight-legged horse neighed. Merlin jumped down with a "Heh!" sound, glanced at Goetia with a smile, and then vanished somewhere.
"And then," Asher's voice paused, and he raised the weapon in his hand. It wasn't the Spear of Destiny, but it emitted a brilliant light no less dazzling than it.
Excalibur.
"I'll tell you what destiny is!"
Excalibur was thrown, piercing Goetia's body again. The weapon was unleashed at this moment, an blinding golden light reaching the heavens, its terrifying pressure enveloping the entire divine tower.
Goetia coughed blood, staring intently at Asher.
Although he looked incredibly battered, he still carried a kingly demeanor, merely smiling: "So it's you, I didn't expect it to be your true body. But it's useless, how many more times can you perform such an attack?"
"You have no more weapons to throw, what will you fight me with now"
Boom! A clenched fist smashed into Goetia's face. His pupils slightly constricted, and he flew backward. Asher, riding the eight-legged horse, pursued him. Jumping off the horse, he pressed his right hand onto Goetia's head, forcibly pushing him into the ground, burying half of Goetia's head into the floor. He repeatedly punched his face, causing countless cracks to appear on the ground.
Looking at the ground covered with countless cracks, Asher shook his reddened right hand and said coldly:
"I still have my fists."
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