Chapter 41: The Dual-Wielding Old Woman Form!
A gray aura, the dreaded miasma of "death," seeped from the earth and gradually spread across the entire battlefield.
But strangely, the deathly aura on this battlefield seemed different from the one Bailong had witnessed above that other island. While it still carried a sense of "withering" and "finality," the gray mist here was not cold or sinister, nor did it silently drain the life force from the living.
Instead, it was quiet. It spread silently, like a requiem being sung or a scroll of ink wash painting being slowly unfurled.
Tap—tap—
Within the thick fog, a purple figure emerged from the distance, her form flickering in and out of view.
She stood amidst the mist, a place saturated with the concept of "death," without speaking or moving. The fog shrouded her entire body, making it impossible for the world to see her face.
But what did that matter? Everyone knew who she was. Every Celt living on this island had heard her name and knew of her legendary life.
She was humanity's most ancient hero, the first to raise a spear against the gods. A legend who had stepped into the divine domain as a mortal. A queen who presided over the netherworld, a realm that accepted only the dead and departed souls, becoming the sole living person in that world of the deceased.
Compared to that, her other accomplishments were almost trivial—like casually training the most famous great hero in Celtic history.
Scáthach.
Even among heroic legends, this name was legendary. To think that one could witness the visage of this legendary figure again at the very end of the Age of Gods, as mystery was about to fade.
—Of course, this could be phrased another way.
"Old woman, this is no longer your era."
"Why aren't you staying in your netherworld? What business do you have meddling in the world of the living?"
The white dragon in the sky looked down upon the goddess on the ground, his eyes glowing with a brilliant azure light.
Coincidentally, the goddess on the ground looked up at the same moment. Gazing at the supreme being in the sky, her wine-red eyes reflected an eagerness for a fight.
"Wait—"
Artoria, seeming to realize something, quickly reached out her hand, trying to stop this utterly nonsensical battle.
But it was too late.
BOOM—
Although the real fight had not yet begun, the clash of their domains had already unfolded in silence.
The god who dominated the world of the living and the god who ruled the world of the dead—in this era where the Age of Gods was nearing its end, these were perhaps the last two remaining deities. They had begun a true "War of the Gods."
[Sanctuary Expansion].
In the physical world, the white light spewing from the white dragon's mouth had already intertwined with the red light shooting from Scáthach's hand, creating a "beam struggle" stalemate.
In the Reverse Side of the World, from the massive island surrounded by black seas, a vast amount of deathly aura suddenly poured out. Like a stampede of ten thousand horses, it surged with incredible speed toward the world of the living.
Realizing the danger, Bailong quickly switched to his [White Spirit Dragon] form, spreading his white protective power across the world of the fairies, attempting to halt the invasion of the deathly aura.
—But he couldn't do it.
The authority he held was incomplete; he was not a true "God of the Present World." Half of this island's mystery was still held firmly in the hands of the White Dragon King, Vortigern. He couldn't contend with the complete Goddess of the Netherworld with only half the power.
The pure white protective power could only repel forces below the divine level. Faced with a deathly aura that seemed capable of swallowing the entire world, it couldn't offer complete resistance. It could only slow the invasion's speed, watching as the land that should have been full of life was slowly consumed by death.
"The white dragon is in danger!"
Although the white dragon in the sky had not called for help, and the red and white beams of light were still locked in a struggle with no clear winner, Artoria, as the "guardian" who had raised this white dragon from a young age, sensed his difficult situation almost instinctively.
"I have to help him!"
With this thought, the Chosen King swung her holy sword without hesitation. The light of the sun erupted, and a golden power joined the battlefield of the two gods, instantly creating a two-on-one situation.
The tide of battle seemed to have shifted decisively.
But Scáthach remained fearless.
In fact, quite the opposite. Upon seeing the power symbolizing the sun join the fray, the light in her eyes grew even more excited.
"Oh?"
"Interesting—"
Feeling the two forces gradually begin to suppress her, Scáthach, unhurried, changed her offensive stance.
She had been holding her spear with both hands. Now, her left hand suddenly loosened, leaving her to grip the dark red demonic spear with only her right.
And in her now-free left hand, a new demonic spear suddenly appeared.
She slightly raised her left hand, and a second beam of light shot out from the new spear—its target was the red dragon king standing on the ground.
"It's over!"
"It's the dual-wielding old woman form!"
...
This was a battle that began unexpectedly for everyone, but its outcome was within everyone's expectations.
Facing what could be considered the two strongest opponents in the present world, the goddess from the netherworld suppressed them both single-handedly.
—However, no one would think that her two opponents were weak.
They would only say that Scáthach was too strong.
Indeed, she was the ruler of the world of the dead, the legendary God Slayer! During the prosperous Age of Gods, when various deities were still active, countless gods had fallen at her hands.
Now, in this twilight of the gods, what was so strange about her defeating another god and a king?
—In fact, Scáthach herself thought the same.
She acknowledged that this god and king had potential, and that one day in the future, they might indeed be able to compete with her on the same level... but that day was definitely not today.
Right now, not only was Bailong's power incomplete, but Artoria's power was also incomplete.
These two beings, who were already seen as invincible in the eyes of the world, were just two children who had not yet fully matured in Scáthach's eyes.
What was so strange about a battle-hardened warrior defeating two children holding wooden swords?
With this thought, Scáthach prepared to increase her magical energy output once more to thoroughly defeat these two overconfident youths. Then, she would return to her palace for a nice nap, perfectly concluding this trip to the physical world.
However, it was at this very moment.
"My Lord God—"
Unexpectedly for everyone, a "normal person" appeared on this battlefield reserved only for gods and monsters.
A woman with a nimble figure, holding a scimitar-like weapon, charged directly into the Goddess of the Netherworld's domain.
Everyone thought she would die—but in the next instant, a faint white light emerged from her body. This thin barrier not only protected her but also illuminated the gray fog around her.
"I am here to help you!"
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