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As the Old Man of the Mountain delivered that blow, abandoning his Grand title, Goetia staggered back a few steps. He raised his hand, and a series of light spheres blasted towards the Old Man of the Mountain's shield.
Even cracks began to appear on the Grand Assassin's armor, but the Old Man of the Mountain did not retreat.
Instead, he raised the greatsword in his hand, flashed forward, and struck Goetia.
Asher picked up the Lance of the Forefront. His already pale face was now even more devoid of color. Clearly, even with the sheath's protection, continuously wielding Excalibur had taken a toll on him.
A faint cracking sound echoed. It was a subtle crack on the surface of the shield. The Old Man of the Mountain was also affected. The light sphere Goetia flung narrowly grazed the Old Man of the Mountain's side, leaving a faint charred mark on the dark armor.
The Old Man of the Mountain did not retreat. He thrust his sword into Goetia's heart. Blood furiously spilled from Goetia's chest, a sight that looked utterly tragic.
But his injuries only made Goetia more furious. He raised his hand, and Demon God Pillars surged from the ground, while a light sphere crashed down from high in the sky.
"Get out of the way!" Asher roared from the ground. The Lance of the Forefront once again condensed terrifying magical power.
The Old Man of the Mountain slightly tilted his head, reacting extremely quickly and retreating several steps, blood spilling from his body. A beam of light condensed within the Lance of the Forefront. With Asher's blood-red gaze, the Lance of the Forefront blasted towards Goetia.
Scorching fire enveloped Goetia's body. Under that terrifying destructive power, Goetia's body cracked several times, but Asher's heart sank even further.
Even the Old Man of the Mountain's blow, after abandoning his Grand title, only heavily wounded Goetia.
"What... what is this guy?" Mordred murmured, looking at the monster in mid-air that was repeatedly injured yet still stood firm. It wasn't just Mordred; the three goddesses and Jeanne were equally incredulous. He had clearly taken multiple fatal attacks, yet he was still alive. Who exactly was this guy?
The ground began to tremble. A faint song echoed from afar, a voice humming:
"Aaaaa"
Asher gritted his teeth, his gaze fixed on Goetia. If this dragged on, the situation would only get worse. He had to take a gamble. Asher turned and lunged towards Goetia in mid-air. Accompanied by a deafening dragon roar, the white dragon stretched its body. In a flash of lightning, the white dragon and Goetia had already exchanged blows several times.
Only afterimages could be seen in mid-air, beams of light clashing, and crimson threads of blood continuously raining down from above the blood of both sides, flowing within their bodies.
Boom!
A violent tremor occurred again in the sky. The clouds had vanished without a trace. In the evening twilight, almost everyone heard the earth-shattering explosion.
This was the battle between a god and a king, a battle that would only cease when one side fell.
Accompanied by a violent sound, the white dragon's furnace core continuously supplied Asher with magic blasts. Although the Old Man of the Mountain's strike did not kill Goetia, it indeed inflicted a debuff on him. The white dragon opened its mouth, and a dazzling beam of light blasted towards Goetia. At the same time, the white dragon raised its head, and in the most primal and brutal manner, opened its mouth and bit Goetia's body.
But in that instant, Goetia flung a light sphere at the white dragon's head.
Boom!
Another explosion echoed. The white dragon and Goetia fell together, dust rising.
"Did it succeed?!"
Mordred whispered in shock, her gaze fixed on the distant cloud of smoke. She couldn't see the scene within, but she could feel a terrifying oppressive force spreading outwards. The aura of death diffused in all directions.
Two figures were faintly visible in the distance: the Old Man of the Mountain and Asher.
The white dragon's enormous figure was slowly .shrinking. Jeanne finally couldn't hold back and rushed forward, but Ishtar, riding her Celestial Boat, had already flown to Asher first. She supported Asher's body and said anxiously, "How are you? Are you alright? Where did that guy go?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I said I was fine, would you?"
Asher struggled to stand on the ground. "But don't worry, he's dead here." Although he had endured an unknown number of massive light rings with the help of the scabbard, Asher was exhausted. Goetia's power surpassed any enemy he had fought before.
"What a reckless guy," Ishtar said, wiping the wetness from the corners of her eyes, then looking up and asking, "What do you mean 'dead here'?"
"It means he's still alive." When Asher spoke this truth, almost everyone's nerves tensed, but he continued: "But don't worry, he won't appear in this era again." If he hadn't guessed wrong, Goetia had probably returned to the Time Temple to revive. In the final battle just now, the Old Man of the Mountain had seized an opportunity, delivering a decisive blow that severed causality. If the Old Man of the Mountain hadn't secretly followed, and if Merlin hadn't helped, coupled with Goetia's obvious carelessness, it really wouldn't have been so easy to defeat him.
Thinking of this, Asher turned to look at the Old Man of the Mountain beside him. The Old Man of the Mountain was also looking at him with captivating ethereal light.
Asher respectfully said, "Thank you for your help this time, old man."
"My name is Old Man of the Mountain. I hold no title; you may simply call me by that name," the Old Man of the Mountain replied in a calm voice. Although severely wounded at the moment, his figure remained imposing.
"Old Man of the Mountain..." Asher repeated the name, then shook his head. "Anyway, without your help this time, things would have been very troublesome. Thank you very much."
"I merely returned a favor. Now that the Grand name has been discarded, though we jointly repelled a Beast of Calamity, you must not let your guard down. The battles to come shall be for you alone to resolve."
The Old Man of the Mountain's body was slowly fading, seemingly intending to return to rest.
"The battles to come," Asher repeated, feeling the trembling of the earth. Watching the Old Man of the Mountain disappear as specks of light, he slightly turned his head to look in a certain direction in the distance.
"Mother..." he whispered.
Ishtar supported Asher's shoulder, her tone unusually low. She softly said, "This isn't your fault. If it weren't for that guy just now, perhaps you would have successfully stopped Mother."
"It still failed in the end," Asher said, shaking his head.
Ishtar seemed to want to say something else, but ultimately held back. Asher slowly exhaled. After the brutal battle, his legs felt a bit weak, and he simply slumped to the ground.
But before his body could completely relax, he saw a Uruk soldier rushing into the Divine Tower. The soldier looked at the messy scene before him with shock, until Gilgamesh's voice came: "Speak your business."
The Uruk soldier then snapped back to attention and hurriedly said, "King, Mother Tiamat is nearing the city!"
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