To reduce her own pressure.
Ishtar ordered Gugalanna to switch from a defensive stance to an offensive stance, launching an attack against Enkidu in the distance.
As the war intensified.
Enkidu maintained the highest efficiency of magical power operation at all times, only in this way could he cope with the enemy.
Fortunately, the Silver Wolf activated a Command Spell.
Allowing her output to increase further.
Gilgamesh also rose from his lying state and stood on the same front as Enkidu, confronting the breath of the Bull of Heaven.
Everything was like a re-enactment of mythology.
The Chains of Heaven and the Wedges of Heaven once again joined forces to deal with the Bull of Heaven descending with divine wrath.
Seeing his breath being blocked.
The Bull of Heaven felt pure anger.
Gugalanna was summoned to this mysterious, thin, and still dissipating world.
It could not feel any divinity related to Sumer other than Ishtar on the ground, and being loyal to the sky mistress was its only reason for existence and joy.
However, it could not fulfill the goddess's orders.
Whether it was Gilgamesh, who had once rebelled against the gods, or the clay doll that had once killed it, or Moran, who had slain gods.
In Gugalanna's eyes.
They were far less important than the goddess's orders.
Therefore, the Bull of Heaven trembled with rage.
The target was none other than itself, which could not fulfill Ishtar's orders.
The Bull of Heaven raised its head to the sky and let out an angry roar.
This sound was transmitted to the reverse side of the world in various forms, with the East viewing it as an unexplained earth tremor and Europe viewing it as an apocalypse approaching, causing panic.
In Snowfield, at the feet of the divine beast, the bull's roar materialized into hundreds of thunderclaps and howling winds.
In just ten seconds, more than ten thousand lightning strikes hit the surrounding area.
In the past, whether it was Ishtar or the gods.
They all loved humanity.
Therefore, Gugalanna had never exerted its full power.
Even if killing humans was an allowed act, it would minimize the damage.
But, now there was no need.
Gugalanna was now a manifestation of the concept of destruction liberated in the human world at the request of the goddess Ishtar, no longer sealed by the gods guarding the Akkadian region as in the past.
To achieve complete destruction, the Bull of Heaven was about to unleash a full-force strike.
It was about to transform its existence into a fierce wind and exhale it all, and reconstruct itself at the target location, forming a super-high-speed movement.
That is, to turn itself into a natural disaster.
At that time, a typhoon comparable to the mass of the Bull of Heaven would ravage the earth, and the entire planet, except for Snowfield, would not be spared from the ravages and destruction of the storm.
It would not be a problem to understand it as the Bull of Heaven launching a full-force divine beast collision on the surface of the planet.
In short, this was a planetary disaster.
At this moment, Gugalanna opened its mouth and continuously inhaled the storm, constantly condensing its divinity within its body.
"As expected, if it's a divine beast, then it should be dealt with by a Boundary Dragon of the same rank, right?"
Suddenly, a clear and beautiful voice echoed in the air.
She caught Gugalanna's attention.
Before it could shift its gaze to the other party's location, a dazzling and eye-catching cyan aurora broke through the atmosphere.
A sonic boom that was enough to make space groan resounded.
To summarize the scene at a glance—it was lithe.
A lithe black shadow appeared, as nimble and swift as a fighter jet, reflecting a heavy glow under the sunlight.
Like being taut on a bowstring ready to be released.
Tracing a graceful arc in the air.
Then there was a silence as if time had stopped.
The impact dive that broke the silence, accompanied by the sound of the wind, struck the body of the Bull of Heaven as a release.
In her eyes, Gugalanna's openings were too big.
It was just a target placed in the air.
Gugalanna, who was originally halfway through charging, was hit by this dive impact, and the divinity and magical power that had been refined collapsed, directly impacting the divine bull's internal organs, forcing it to let out bursts of painful roars.
The person who came was none other than.
The guardian dragon of Britain, the current incarnation of Albion, the immaculate knight princess—Melusine.
The shadows in the forest were still surging.
Even if Ishtar used the war hammer to constantly strike and destroy them, she still couldn't completely eliminate them.
As long as there was still light and obstacles in this world.
Then, the shadows would not dissipate.
It wanted to make the world deny the light pouring down from the sky.
To let the newly born age of gods sink into the shadows of the planet.
Compared to that mythical battlefield.
The battle between Haruri and Kiritsugu Emiya could almost be said to be a small fight between small insects.
Facing Haruri, who had the blessing of the goddess.
Kiritsugu Emiya ultimately failed to survive this.
Even if the speed of the Accel Order was fast, he could not escape the sudden attacks launched by the swarms of magical bees around him.
The poison of just one magical bee was enough to kill a person on the spot.
Of course, Kiritsugu Emiya was not completely defeated.
Even in his final moments facing death, he raised his gun, locked onto Haruri, and pulled the trigger.
A gunshot rang out, accompanied by the buzzing of bees.
The battle between the avenging girl and the assassin came to an end. Until the very end, Kiritsugu Emiya's eyes remained unwavering.
Haruri only saw a trace of regret in his lifeless eyes.
A regret for not being able to continue saving victims.
The man named Kiritsugu Emiya had lost his soul long ago. Haruri had merely killed a killing machine that yearned to end human conflict, nothing more.
"…Did I…succeed…in my revenge…?"
Haruri couldn't feel her shoulder blade shattering.
She merely gazed at Kiritsugu Emiya, who had died from the poison, and the emotions in her heart were far from the elation she had imagined.
After vaguely glimpsing the truth of this magus killer,
She didn't see him wail.
Nor did she hear him beg for mercy.
It was as if even death was such an insignificant matter, as if the one dying wasn't himself.
Haruri didn't see a soul in this man's eyes.
It was as if he was just a machine.
Even taking revenge on him didn't bring satisfaction. Until now, her heart felt blocked.
–This is…the guy I hated?
–What is this…what is this…? What kind of revenge is this…?