Multiverse Adventure – My Journey Begins in Danmachi 126

Multiverse Adventure – My Journey Begins in Danmachi 126

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Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction

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Chapter 126 Evil of This World Awakens

Before Noah rushed into the Large Hole, the Ground shook.

When he plunged into the Large Hole, the Ground continued to tremble, and it grew increasingly intense.

The only difference was, the Ground’s tremor changed from violent and chaotic to gradually deep and rhythmic.

Noah casually slashed forward into the void, a Fierce Wind scattering the dust and even briefly creating a Vacuum Zone.

A large Magic Circle filled with holes glowed, and a deep darkness surged forth, relentlessly consuming countless Noble Phantasms scattered on the ground.

The darkness beneath the ground throbbed incessantly, emitting a Heartbeat like a fetus.

Wait, Heartbeat?

What’s going on?

Shouldn’t the Great Holy Grail System activate only by consuming enough Servant souls and opening a world portal?

What kind of artifact did Goldie (Gilgamesh) throw over?

How did this thing activate?

In an Instant as Noah pondered, the mud at his feet instantly transformed into murky Black Mud, rapidly filling every inch of the surrounding land.

Like a wave of corpses and blood, it surged and fluctuated, emitting mournful wails of anguish and pain.

These Black Mud instantly transformed into silent black waves, rising upside down, completely engulfing Noah.

Outside Large Hole, Gilgamesh crawled out of the grass in a disheveled state.

His face was completely caked with Blood and Flesh, mixed with grass clippings, dirt, and dust, and his large, prominent footprints added to his grotesque yet comical appearance.

Except for a pair of bloodshot crimson eyes, no one would recognize this disheveled figure as the King of Heroes.

“Kirei! Why!”

Gilgamesh, pulling a dead branch off his face, stared at the Large Hole, which was continuously expelling foul-smelling Breath.

Although his foot was trampled by Noah, he didn’t even have the slightest desire to settle scores with Noah at this moment.

Besides Kotomine Kirei being the obvious culprit this time, another reason was that Gilgamesh had already realized that being beaten by Noah wasn’t a big deal.

Being hit once, twice, 3, 4 times, or even more

To vent the jumbled emotions in his heart, Gilgamesh looked towards the distant mountainside, meeting the gaze of Kotomine Kirei atop a certain building, his voice dry and hoarse as if to drip blood.

Even across more than a thousand meters of distance, Gilgamesh clearly caught the mocking smile that appeared at the corners of Kotomine Kirei’s lips.

“Why? I don’t understand, you, the wise King of Heroes, asking such a foolish question!”

Kotomine Kirei spread his hands, striking a pose that seemed to ask, ‘Can anyone else do this?’

“‘Just seek pleasure,’ isn’t that what you told me? In this world now, what could bring me more pleasure than to see you, the mighty and noble King of Heroes, taste the bite of the beast you yourself unleashed?”

Kotomine Kirei’s words were like nails, each sentence striking heavily at Gilgamesh’s heart.

The final hammer was that one sentence filled with ironic questioning.

“So, I’d like to ask now… How do you feel, King of Heroes? How does it feel?”

Gilgamesh remained silent, only to reach back into the golden wave and draw a bow-shaped Noble Phantasm.

As Gilgamesh’s fingers gently pinched the bowstring, a bright red arrow materialized out of thin air, emitting a fierce beast-like howl of Bloodlust.

As an Archer, Gilgamesh seldom used a weapon that lived up to his class.

If he were to release the bowstring, this arrow imbued with a Curse would pierce through the void, straight to Kotomine Kirei’s chest, piercing his heart.

Although it was no match for a weapon with the ‘sure hit’ causality, it was more than enough to deal with an Ordinary Person…

However, faster than Gilgamesh’s release of the Noble Phantasm was Kotomine Kirei’s next command.

“By the Command Spell, I command you, Archer, to disregard everything and use all your might to kill Rider.”

At that moment, a thunderous sound accompanied by the sound of hooves resounded, as purple lightning tore a long rift in the night sky.

Simultaneously, there arose the voice of Iskandar (Rider), louder than the thunder itself.

“Hey! Archer! You’re causing trouble again, aren’t you? You still haven’t realized… Archer, what’s wrong with you?”

Facing Gilgamesh head-on, Iskandar (Rider), even with his usual brashness, couldn’t help but be stunned by the sight of his embarrassed and ridiculous expression.

However, Gilgamesh could only summon Gate of Babylon (King’s Treasure) with a grim expression, launching an Offensive Arts attack on Iskandar (Rider).

Command Spells, the simpler, shorter, and more direct the command, the stronger the effect.

If Kotomine Kirei gave the order “Don’t harm me,” Gilgamesh could easily reduce the surrounding buildings to rubble.

Even a Church Agent would have no chance of surviving such an attack.

But this wouldn’t violate Kotomine Kirei’s command, since Gilgamesh’s Offensive Arts weren’t directed at him, but at the surroundings.

Yet, when Kotomine Kirei’s command became targeted, Gilgamesh had to prioritize his Master’s orders, abandoning whatever else he was doing.

Noble Phantasm rained down, causing a series of massive explosions on Enzou Mountain.

The ground trembled, trees turned to splinters, and flames spread in every direction.

“Hey! Acher! What are you doing?!”

Dodging several Noble Phantasm attacks, the flustered Iskandar (Rider) tried to shout in anger, but then he saw Gilgamesh’s expression, which was like he’d lost his mother.

Recalling Emiya Kiritsugu’s warning about the dangerous Master, a bold idea sprang to mind in Iskandar (Rider)’s head.

“Hey! Acher! Are you being controlled by that Master? That’s so uncool! It’s only been a few days, and you’ve already gone down this path?”

“Truth hurts more than lies.”

Gilgamesh remained silent, but as he activated the Babylonian gates, he seemed to be filled with reckless abandon, as if he wanted to drain Kotomine Kirei through this method.

Gilgamesh’s frantic Offensive Arts, while grandiose in scale, were completely lacking in strategy, allowing the agile rider to dodge them.

Although it did look quite messy.

However, although he managed to dodge, Enzou Mountain was battered and bruised by the vast deluge of Noble Phantasms, causing the earth to tremble and the mountains to sway.

“Hey! Rider! What are you doing?! Stop him already! Ryūdō Temple is about to collapse!”

Really, didn’t you know that Acher has a Noble Phantasm capable of countering Inherent Barriers?

For me to go and intercept him, isn’t that just asking for death?

But after Waver said that they only needed to hold out for a moment to allow Caster to evacuate with them, Iskandar (Rider) could only turn his steed around and charge towards Gilgamesh.

With no other choice, Iskandar (Rider) charged forward, deploying his Inherent Barrier to envelop Gilgamesh within it.

It was only after the starry cascade of Noble Phantasms in the sky dissipated that Medea (Caster) wiped the cold sweat from her brow and used her floating Magic to lead the others away.

That rain of Noble Phantasms was simply too terrifying; even a couple of shots would be too much for her delicate frame to handle.

Remaining with Waver at the scene was Artoria, who still held a small, golden Holy Grail in her hands.

This was the counterfeit Little Holy Grail that Medea (Caster) had set up based on Irisviel’s placement.

If she were to research it on her own, it might take ten days to half a month to figure it out.

But with a Little Holy Grail right in front of her, this mimicry was a piece of cake for Medea (Caster).

If not researching under the guise, changing Irisviel’s clothes over ten times, Medea (Caster) would say she could do it even faster.

But, the Little Holy Grail isn’t supposed to activate the Great Holy Grail System, is it?

Now that all of the Evil of This World has awakened, is this thing even useful anymore?

As Artoria grappled with this confusion, Waver suddenly shouted towards the sky.

“Hey! Rider! Take me with you! I’m the Master! I want to fight alongside you too!”

Artoria couldn’t help but shift her attention from the Little Holy Grail in her hand, looking at this little guy with surprise.

Whether it was the battle at the Seaside Park or the Inherent Barrier battle, everything showed that this kid wasn’t a particularly courageous warrior.

It’s not enough, but now that he can proactively fight alongside his Servant, Artoria couldn’t help but raise her opinion of him.

Some people are tall and imposing but cowardly and obsequious.

Some people are small in stature but have the heart of a giant.

Meeting Noah and these warriors, this Holy Grail War wasn’t a complete loss for me.

Watching Waver be incorporated into the Inherent Barrier, Artoria looked at the ruined Ryūdō Temple and, carrying the Little Holy Grail, rushed towards the Large Hole on the hillside.

Medea (Caster)’s target was a civilian dwelling on a hill slope over ten kilometers away.

Ever since discovering the existence of the Evil of This World, Noah had arranged for Matou Kariya to move Matou Sakura and others.

It’s just that, after all, unexpectedly, the carefully chosen location was buried with a mine, so the hurriedly moved house didn’t have time to set up any defensive Barriers.

After dropping everyone off, Medea (Caster) was about to return to Enzou mountain to watch the battle.

Even though she knew she wouldn’t be able to contribute much in a battle of this scale, thinking of that guy who could almost make her mad with just a few words, she felt a little uneasy.

Moreover, she always felt a little panicked.

But just as Medea (Caster) turned around, Matou Sakura suddenly broke free from Tohsaka Aoi’s grasp and ran towards her.

“Medea (Caster)! Take me with you!”

Matou Kariya was completely blindsided, his face paling drastically.

Tohsaka Aoi, in turn, immediately chased after him, her haggard face twisted in rage.

“Sakura!”

“Stop this!”

Having just lost her husband, Tohsaka Aoi hadn’t recovered from her grief yet.

She couldn’t bear to imagine what would happen if her daughter also met with misfortune; she wouldn’t know how to go on living.

However, Matou Sakura didn’t even glance at her, her gaze fixed firmly on Medea (Caster).

“Take me there! Please! I feel… I feel… big brother he…”

Matou Sakura couldn’t articulate the uneasiness in her heart.

She just felt that if she missed this opportunity, she wouldn’t know when she’d see Noah again.

At that moment, Medea (Caster) stopped teasing the little girl.

A strong sense of unease was spreading within her as well.

After receiving Medea (Caster)’s affirmation, Matou Sakura turned to look at Tohsaka Aoi.

She remained silent, her gaze unwavering, her lips pursed tightly, staring motionless at her mother.

This look pierced Tohsaka Aoi’s heart, her eyes instantly brimming with tears.

Whether she wanted to or not, she understood that she had to accept it: her daughter had grown up.

“…Come back safe, you hear me?”

“Yes!”

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The Great Holy Grail Magic Circle, constructed from the Magic Circuits of the ‘Winter Saint’Vitisleia Rizeliach,now completely transformed into a writhing mass of flesh.

The mud-like mass gradually took on a bizarre, distorted shape.

Even the slightest tremble, resembling a Breathing Technique, would cause violent vibrations in the Giant Hole.

Like solidified blood, the pitch-black, crimson-red Black Mud churned and pulsed, like a monstrous beast gathering strength in its womb.

In the boundless dark garden, Angra Mainyu opened its maw, unleashing a boisterous, unrestrained laugh.

Though it was unclear what had transpired in this Holy Grail War, Angra Mainyu had awakened despite only one Servant perishing.

It was highly illogical.

But that didn’t matter.

The Holy Grail War had rarely followed a predictable script.

An unexpected Holy Grail War was the true norm.

For Angra Mainyu, this was the ideal

Upon entering the Holy Grail and becoming the Evil of This World, Angra Mainyu could be considered both a part of the Holy Grail and its entirety.

In other words, Angra Mainyu is also capable of granting wishes.

However, though he is a wish-granting machine, he fundamentally has no desire to fulfill others’ wishes, preferring instead to destroy the world.

Yet Angra Mainyu cannot seal away this function, for he is merely the incarnated Malice within the Great Holy Grail.

Like the water in a canal, though it flows freely, it cannot change its course.

But now, everything is different.

Initially, a Servant appeared, exuding destruction and darkness from every pore, instilling in him a fear he shouldn’t have felt.

If Angra Mainyu destroys with hatred and resentment, then that Servant destroys for the sake of destruction itself.

He is like the embodiment of ultimate darkness, tasked with returning all things to the Void at the end of time.

Not worth the trouble, not worth the trouble.

Even after receiving a harsh slap, Angra Mainyu can only curl up in anger within the Magic Circle, biding his time.

Hmph, I am not yet at my full strength, but when I am, things will change!

Fortunately, the moment Angra Mainyu has been waiting for arrives soon.

Someone, unknown, suddenly delivers a massive amount of Mana and soul fragments.

The Great Holy Grail’s operation required at least 4 Servants to die, but this was not a strict condition; it just needed a clever approach, especially with Angra Mainyu’s insider manipulation.

Although the fragments cannot compare to the souls of Servants, their sheer quantity is enough to deceive the Great Holy Grail into awakening prematurely.

Moreover, he seizes the opportunity to devour that terrifying Servant.

Wahahahaha, after devouring him, I will surely gain unprecedented strength!

Total destruction of the world!

“Foolish humans, await the destruction of the world.”

Angra Mainyu lifts his head, his gaze piercing through the Enzou mountain, looking up at the sky with a smile.

“When this vessel is fully filled, it will be the time when the Black Holy Grail reigns over this world…”

“Hm?”

Sensing something amiss, Angra Mainyu instinctively turns to look.

In the next moment, the harsh slap arrives as expected.

“Don’t you know how much I hate these sticky things?!”

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