Multiverse Adventure – My Journey Begins in Danmachi 127

Multiverse Adventure – My Journey Begins in Danmachi 127

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Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction

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Chapter 127 Holy Grail has descended

His line of sight suddenly corrected itself, forcibly so.

Angra Mainyu gazed at the turbid, scorching hot mud in front of him, his face a picture of bewilderment.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What happened?

In an instant, Angra Mainyu’s thoughts came to a standstill.

It wasn’t until about ten seconds had passed that he slowly came back to his senses, and only then did he feel the stinging pain on his face.

He, the Evil of This World, the Bringer of Destruction, had just been slapped in the face?

Compared to the anger of being humiliated, what was spreading through Angra Mainyu’s consciousness was, in fact, more confusion.

How did this person manage to do it?

I don’t even have a physical body, so why did I get slapped?

No, it’s not possible – he was consumed, so how could he still be hitting me?

It’s an illusion, it must be an illusion; maybe I just twisted my neck.

Instinctively covering his face, Angra Mainyu tried to turn his head in a different direction…

“Slap!”

“Still looking? You’re not satisfied?”

When the same pain was transmitted to the other side of his face, Angra Mainyu could no longer deceive himself.

He jumped forward in a single bound, as if avoiding a Savage Beast, and directly pressed his back against the wall of the Large Hole.

Upon seeing Noah standing before him, his cheek twitched, his expression somewhat collapsing.

“Why?! You weren’t consumed?!”

With a look of disgust, Noah used his hand, wrapped in a Dark Blue Arc, to push away the Black Mud that was trying to envelop his body.

Upon hearing Angra Mainyu’s words, he suddenly gazed at him with an expression of disdain and incredulity.

The feeling was as if he was looking at a junior who was not only incompetent but also overly confident.

“Consumed me? You think this level of Malice can consume me? Are you still asleep? Do you need to go back to sleep?”

Angra Mainyu could accept being feared, being hated, being detested… but he absolutely could not tolerate being looked down upon and scorned!

After all, he was the Evil of This World, the Bringer of Destruction!

One could doubt his character, but one could never doubt his Ability!

It’s truly “shu ke ren, shen po ren bu ke ren” – even an uncle can tolerate it, but an aunt cannot!

“You’re really too much!”

With a glare, Angra Mainyu’s entire body emitted a rolling, black, bloody aura, extremely viscous, exuding darkness, turbidity, hatred, destruction – as if it was formed by the convergence of the Mana of countless dying creatures.

Just a glance would make one’s head feel heavy, involuntarily producing a Mana convergence.

Angra Mainyu let out a roar, swinging his massive hand!

“Feel the suffering of this world!”

The anguished roar echoed through the Dark World for one second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds…

“…”

Yet nothing happened; the Black Mud spreading across the ground continued to flow silently, like a child engrossed in a playground, deaf to a parent’s calls.

“What’s going on?”

Before Angra Mainyu could grasp his confusion, Noah raised his hand with a flourish.

“Evil of This World, huh? Go, give him a couple of slaps to sober him up!”

As soon as the words were spoken, the previously still Black Mud surged into waves, charging towards the completely dumbfounded Angra Mainyu amidst a thunderous roar.

The Black Mud coiled around him like countless pythons, not only strangling him but also slapping his face.

Although the commotion was great, Angra Mainyu didn’t suffer much harm since they were of the same origin.

Or rather, after he was damaged by the Black Mud, he was instantly repaired by it, not even having time to feel the extent of the injury to his body.

But compared to the pain of the body, the torment to his spirit left Angra Mainyu more disoriented.

What is happening?

Am I not the Root of the Evil of This World?

Why does the Black Mud heed the commands of this individual?

A feeling that something very important had been stolen by the enemy and was now used against him arose in Angra Mainyu’s heart, making him feel as though his chest was tightly bound, the pain making it hard to breathe.

Pain!

Too much pain!

Yet, Angra Mainyu’s beating didn’t last long before another anomaly occurred in the Great Holy Grail System.

A sudden surge of Mana Mana storm rose, and the darkness within the Large Hole shattered like an eggshell, followed by the central array trembling violently.

The Black Mud surged upwards, engulfing Angra Mainyu before spreading to the array that expanded like a skeleton, giving birth to real flesh and blood.

One by one, large eyes began to light up in the darkness, as if a long-imprisoned beast sought to break free from its cage, causing the entire Enzou mountain to tremble violently.

“Hahaha, at last, the death of the second Servant has opened the Root’s gate!”

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Within the King’s Army Barrier, the boundless desert landscape, fiery and brilliant, was being torn apart by streaks of scarlet gales.

The sky was like a shredded canvas, fragmented; the earth cracked and floated like ice in spring, while the screams of tens of thousands of Heroic Spirits rose and fell in succession.

“Rider!”

Even after witnessing collisions akin to a supernova explosion, Waver couldn’t help but shudder at the sight before him.

Such a gap was etched deeply into the very core of life.

It was as if even the strongest human, faced with natural forces like typhoons, earthquakes, and tsunamis, could only feel their own insignificance.

Yet, when he turned to look at Iskandar (Rider), he saw none of the dullness, fear, anxiety, or hesitation in his expression.

There was only excitement and fervor.

Shifting his gaze from the golden figure holding a red-tubed greatsword, destroying the Barrier, he looked at Waver.

“Hey, Master, there’s something I’ve never said before.”

A foreboding premonition struck Waver’s heart, causing his pupils to tremble and his face to pale.

“Wh-what is it?”

“Would you be willing to crown me as your king?”

In the Holy Grail War, the compatibility between a master and a servant is a very important and complex issue.

Masters and servants with poor compatibility might not only fail to exert their full combat power but could end up killing each other before even encountering an enemy.

However, good compatibility is not always a good thing.

When criticizing others, one is particularly sensitive to flaws they possess themselves.

The suspicious tend to think everyone is testing them.

The greedy believe that everyone is as money-grubbing as they are.

The proud cannot bear to have anyone above them.

Those with noble ideals might end up in conflict over the slightest divergence in their paths, while those gathered for profit might find room for compromise.

Waver and Iskandar (Rider) were a pair of master and servant that could be called a match made in heaven.

Despite their contrasting appearances and temperaments, their hearts shared a peculiar pride that allowed them to understand each other.

Their meeting was a kind of luck that few other master-servant pairs could boast.

Therefore, when Waver heard Iskandar (Rider)’s question, he immediately understood his intention.

Waver’s heart palpitated wildly, and his vision blurred with tears.

But his lips parted several times, unable to utter the words, ‘Why don’t we retreat and let Berserker deal with the Archer?’

Because Waver understood, this was an insult to Iskandar (Rider).

From spending a few days with Iskandar (Rider), Waver learned a single thing.

That is, life is a long marathon.

A momentary win or loss doesn’t matter, as long as you grit your teeth and have a chance to win in the end, but if you think in your heart that you’ll never catch up, then victory will always be out of reach.

The mighty Conqueror King, Iskandar (Rider), how could he possibly tuck his tail and run, waiting for others to come rescue him?

Even in death, he would fight to the end!

Understanding this, Waver, with a deep breath, swallowed his tears and stared with bloodshot eyes.

“Of course! You are my king! My eternal king!”

Iskandar (Rider) looked up and laughed, “This is conquest! Endless conquest! Even if you suffer frequent failures, even if you don’t reach your target, even if you die, you can always meet new things, new people! Witness the infinite unknown!”

Gently patting Waver’s shoulder, Iskandar (Rider) used a steady gaze to miraculously push back the tears in Waver’s eyes.

“Kid, even though we’ve only been together for a few days, to this king, you hold a value that rivals my decades of conquest. Even when I return to the Heroic Spirit seat, I will always remember!”

“Yeah! Me too!”

Iskandar (Rider) slowly let the Battle Chariot land, pulling Waver out.

Without hesitation or pause, he launched the final charge in a world where the king’s army was gradually collapsing with the disappearance of the warriors within the Inherent Barrier.

Waver also seized the moment to activate the last Command Spell.

The second Command Spell was used by Waver to support Iskandar (Rider) as he activated the Inherent Barrier.

“By the command of the Command Spell, Rider, achieve victory!”

With the support of powerful Mana, a domineering spirit filled Iskandar (Rider)’s face.

“Acher! Truly, this is worthy of your most ancient and primal title of king…”

Immediately, he let out a thunderous roar like rolling thunder.

“…but precisely because of this, there is value in the challenge!”

With what felt like an all-out infusion of Mana, combined with the Command Spell Blessing carrying the will of both Master and comrade, Iskandar (Rider)’s warhorse began to charge at an astonishing speed.

Although it wasn’t the Thunder-riding divine bull Battle Chariot, this warhorse, which had followed the Conqueror King across 3 continents in life, still unleashed a thunderous explosion sound that could shatter eardrums.

The final battle could not be fought against that Otherworldly hero, which Iskandar (Rider) had to admit was the greatest regret of this Holy Grail War.

However, dying at the hands of this primordial king, beneath the supreme Noble Phantasm that could even bring destruction to the Inherent Barrier, could hardly be considered a disgrace!

Embracing the ever-burning fervor, Iskandar (Rider) charged towards Gilgamesh, raising the sword in his hand with all his might.

Even as the rain of Noble Phantasms shot towards him, killing the warhorse, Iskandar (Rider) still rose from the ground and charged forward.

Even though a sword pierced through his body, Iskandar (Rider)’s Speed remained undiminished.

He couldn’t stop!

Because his followers’ gazes were fixed upon his back!

Because he still carried the dreams of his comrades on his shoulders!

Because as long as he didn’t give up, the path to conquest would spread like hope!

When your Body reaches its limit, your willpower will carry you through.

“Come, my enemy!”

Gilgamesh stared coldly at Iskandar (Rider) charging towards him, as if the King of Conquerors was right before his eyes, easily seeing the excitement and fervor in the Conqueror King’s eyes.

That aura of going forth to meet one’s doom, moved something within him.

“…Besides Noah, this Holy Grail War isn’t entirely filled with bastards.Too bad, encountering this King, your conquest ends here…”

The moment Gilgamesh finished speaking, new golden ripples appeared, but what emerged from them were chains with a clear Breath.

Compared to the previous straight trajectory Noble Phantasm, these golden chains pierced through the void, locking onto Iskandar (Rider) like countless vipers.

In an instant, Iskandar (Rider) was bound tightly, unable to move.

Subsequently, Gilgamesh’s Ea pierced straight through his heart, shattering his core completely.

“…What a truly stirring expedition…”

Without regret or resentment, Iskandar (Rider) revealed a satisfied smile.

In Waver’s tear-filled gaze, Iskandar (Rider)’s mighty Body transformed into sparks of light and dissipated.

After glancing at Waver, Gilgamesh didn’t strike again, standing silently, waiting for the Inherent Barrier to break.

How should he kill Kotomine Kirei?

Upon returning to Enzou Mountain, while Gilgamesh was pondering where Kotomine Kirei would appear next, a sudden anomaly in the sky caught his attention.

“What is that?!”

Like a giant tsunami, a black wave spread across the sky.

The night sky was originally black, but after this black wave enveloped Fuyuki City’s sky, everyone understood what true darkness meant.

It was a darkness that seemed to devour everything in existence, a manifestation of a massive Mana convergence.

Root, who caused this strange phenomenon, quickly revealed his original body.

Although its essence is minuscule, its presence is exceptionally strong, like a single pure black dot in a sea of pure white.

In the already deep and pitch-black void, it is an even more refined and pure darkness.

A hole… Once people realize this, it has already transformed into a gaping abyss in an instant.

The only thing that confirms its shape is the deep and terrifying crimson glow emanating from around it.

It resembles a black sun, slowly rotating in the sky.

However, what it spreads is not light, but Black Mud.

At first, it was just a small trickle seeping out.

But as the void expanded, the Black Mud quickly transformed into silent black waves, cascading down from the sky like a waterfall.

Not only the land and trees below, but everything that the Black Mud spread over turned into a murky color, rapidly filling every inch of the valley, becoming the most malicious Curse.

“Is this… the Holy Grail?”

Feeling the vast, abyss-like Malice in the sky, which is silent yet incredibly pure, Artoria couldn’t help but tighten her grip on the holy sword for a sense of security.

If she were to be tainted by that extremely ominous and murky Black Mud, even if she could maintain her self, her spirit and will would likely be severely affected after her essence is polluted.

That kind of thing, absolutely not!

What should I do?

Should I use Excalibur (Sword of Promised Victory) to strike it down in one blow!

Although this Evil of This World is quite terrifying, Artoria still has a bit of confidence in the star-forged holy sword in her hand.

As the savior’s holy sword, Excalibur (Sword of Promised Victory) has an Offensive Arts boost against things with a world-destroying Attribute.

But, Noah is still inside!

…Wait, does Noah need me to worry?

Artoria is very confident in Noah’s strength, firmly believing that even if she were to die, he would definitely be fine.

Instead, the Evil of This World before her must not be allowed to spread!

Resolving her determination, Artoria contacted Kenneth.

“Master, please use a Command Spell to support me…”

Before Artoria could finish her words, several golden Noble Phantasms rained down, causing a massive explosion on the ground.

“Acher!”

Artoria, whose face was grim after almost being beheaded,looked up to see Gilgamesh on the familiar golden chariot.

Gilgamesh’s expression was equally as bad, as if he had been thoroughly beaten by a dozen strongmen.

But soon, Artoria spotted a middle-aged man in a black robe in the distance.

Is that the Master of acher?

Great!

As long as I kill him!

Before Artoria could take a step, the golden chariot spun around and fired dozens of Noble Phantasms at her like a barrage of bullets.

Although she had tried to imagine the power of Gilgamesh’s Noble Phantasm rain, when it hit her face-on, Artoria truly felt the ruthlessness and power of this fighting style.

Just by cleaving through a few Noble Phantasms, she was stunned by the overwhelming force of the explosions, her arms going numb.

Having no other choice, she had to activate Avalon once more, curling up under the protection of the ideal realm’s light.

Frankly speaking, it was incredibly humiliating!

In this Holy Grail War, she had been playing turtle more times than actually fighting!

Although she felt stifled inside, Artoria could only watch as Kotomine Kirei approached.

“King Arthur, don’t be so self-deprecating. In fact, as a Servant, your strength is very excellent. It’s just that, you are absolutely no match for the King of Heroes… After that strange Servant was devoured by the Evil of This World, Gilgamesh became the supreme ruler, unrivaled!”

Gilgamesh, sitting on the throne of the golden chariot, heard this and although his expression remained cold, it softened slightly.

No matter how Kotomine Kirei acted, he was still acknowledging his strength.

“After all, if he didn’t recognize his power, Kotomine Kirei wouldn’t have come looking for him… “And the King of Heroes is now just a dog on my leash! You should just give up!”

Gilgamesh swore, except for the time when Enkidu was slaughtered before him by the gods, this was the angriest he had ever been.

He was so enraged that his head was about to explode!

If there was a next time, Gilgamesh vowed he would never participate in another Holy Grail War.

Although he recognized Noah as a monster, being beaten to the ground, broken and humiliated was definitely not a pleasant experience!

Not to mention encountering a scum like Kotomine Kirei!

Ugh, how can someone be more depraved than me!

Just as Gilgamesh was thinking of how to break free from Kotomine Kirei’s grasp, a faint voice pierced through the chaos brought by the Evil of This World, interrupting Kotomine Kirei’s maniacal laughter.

“I heard you’ve been telling everyone I’m dead?”

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