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The moment they heard that voice, Achilles and Apollo realized one thing: someone was doomed.

You were given a chance to quietly listen to a beautiful piece of music before you died, but instead of taking the time to escape, you launched an attack and interrupted the performance.

Griffiths said he wouldn't act until the music stopped, but since the music was interrupted and stopped abruptly, then your death is imminent! They seemed to have already seen it: the Death Star was shining above Chiron's head in the Lostbelt, and a huge, bright red 'Danger' character was about to materialize and appear.

Bang! Boom!

As the arrow struck its target with pinpoint accuracy, a hurricane rose up, whipping up a massive amount of dust.

Lostbelt Chiron exclaimed in surprise, "It actually hit!"

Then, he let out a soft breath and a faint smile appeared on his face: "So this is all you've got? Is this the strongest hero of Greece that you all talk about?"

He had absolute confidence in his senses; at the very last moment, the man hadn't dodged.

It took the full force of his arrow head-on—a power second only to the Noble Phantasm Scorpion's shot!

In comparison, Scorpio's shot is fired from the stars, and the stars fall long before the enemy can react.

Even Achilles' divine speed couldn't dodge Sagittarius's ultimate arrow! Compared to Orion, I had always thought that Chiron's arrow, and the arrow of the great hero Arash, were more in line with the characteristics of a Grand Archer. Undoubtedly, Chiron is very strong, whether in Pan-Human History or Lostbelt, almost reaching the ceiling of the Lightning-class Servant tier.

Normally, no heroic spirit can underestimate this power.

Of course, this is just the normal situation... The humanoid Heroic Spirits that have the opportunity to appear in Lostbelts are all ridiculously strong, even slightly stronger.

Chiron, completely oblivious to this peculiar pattern, was utterly 'confident' at this moment!!

Even disregarding the near-guaranteed speed of the ultimate strike, the destructive power of that attack alone was absolutely formidable!

Even a demigod hero like Achilles would have been forced to retreat if he had taken that blow head-on, let alone the man who was completely unprepared and whose weapon was nowhere to be seen.

However, Chiron from the Lostbelt noticed that neither Achilles nor Paris, who had been somewhat tense just moments before, were flustered at all. In fact, Paris seemed to have relaxed completely. Paris: "Wow, Chiron is really brave! Since he provoked that man, I guess he'll make his move soon, and I can finally relax!" Chiron from the Lostbelt was astonished: "..........!" These guys, seeing their comrade killed, they can still be so... at ease?

Are the heroic spirits of pan-human history even less empathetic than him?

Lostbelt Chiron: "How cruel, Achilles—how can you both look so at ease? Your companions in the Underworld would weep at the sight of this!"

Achilles said nothing, but simply pointed in the direction of the smoke.

Chiron: "???20

As Chiron turned back, he suddenly thought of something chilling. In his perception, so much time had passed, yet the enemy's spiritual origin reaction had not disappeared, though it was very subdued—subdued to the point that one could not sense its specific intensity, but not to the point of disappearing altogether.

If they were to be eliminated, this reaction would be completely inappropriate.

Suddenly, a magnetic and authoritative voice came from the smoke and dust: "I told you, I wouldn't make a move until this music stops. In other words—this music is intertwined with your lives!"

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Chapter Twenty-Three: Brutality and Elegant Beauty Coexist, Apollo Pushes One Man!

Lostbelt Chiron: "You—?!"

Boom! A terrifying, materialized magical radiance, hundreds of times more intense than the light when Achilles burned his Spirit Origin and unleashed his power, swept over Chiron.

Chiron froze on the spot, losing all his voice.

When the smoke cleared, Griffith was completely unharmed.

A faint veil, emanating from her body and composed of the divine blessing and her own magic, covered her body.

This scene is familiar to countless gods and heroes born in Greece.

The one who, whenever he appears on the battlefield, will inevitably be protected by either Apollo, the god of light, or Artemis, the goddess of the hunt, who will drape him in a sacred veil, adorn his beautiful and powerful figure, and allow the sunlight and moonlight to reflect upon him, offering him gifts—a privilege that only he in this world can enjoy.

However, although this layer of gauze has wartime reinforcements, it doesn't actually have much defensive power.

That is to say-

What kept the hero Griffith intact was primarily his magic and powerful physique.

Achilles is the most qualified to speak on this matter. Even with his armor peeled away from his flesh, he could still traverse the battlefield between the two major powers and even accomplish the great feat of killing the incarnation of the chief god! What a powerful body he is, what boundless magical power he possesses! He faced this attack, which was like the release of a Lightning-level Noble Phantasm, like an arrow falling from the sky, yet he remained completely unharmed.

Even among the Grand Servant, Night's performance at this moment is undoubtedly worthy of being called the best.

Lostbelt Chiron: "——!!!!"

monster--!

Could this guy's body be the magnificent starship of the gods?

Night slowly opened its eyes, and the one who was as pure and beautiful as Asmita in stillness, the moment its eyes were revealed, something more terrifying than divinity flowed within them. It wasn't divinity, yet it displayed a divine power more terrifying than divinity itself. The magical radiance in the sky seemed to undergo a further qualitative change, forming a gigantic, materialized skull shape. No, light itself has no form; that simple aura, devoid of any mystery, wasn't enough to fully reveal its power against such a minor character. But when a person's spirit is threatened, they can see things differently.

As Chiron's DNA in Lostbelt began to groan in fear, facing the overwhelming pressure that felt like the second descent of Zeus, a pressure even deeper than before, the atmosphere of the Age of Gods seemed to shriek and condense over the entire island and the surrounding ocean.

Was it because he felt fear within himself? Chiron seemed to see death itself!

A handsome silver-haired man with an angelic face, yet he exudes an aura of despair, like the arrival of Hades, the god of the underworld, bringing death and fear!

I can't move!!

Chiron in Lostbelt wanted to retaliate, but at this moment his body seemed to be completely out of his control, as if controlled by some mysterious force, or perhaps he was shaken to his core.

The arrows that used to be able to be fired even with a mountain on one's shoulder, the arrows that could be fired in quick succession and flatten a mountain peak with ease, now trembled so much that he couldn't even lift his arm; even bending and trembling his fingers became extremely difficult. Lostbelt Chiron: ""

What a disgrace! Just a burst of aura, and I'm already this terrified? The pressure, like that of Zeus, the king of the gods, isn't the key; the key is psychological. He seemed to sense a decisive difference the moment he saw that man open his eyes—an instinctive feeling that drawing his bow here would only bring humiliation upon himself!

But are you kidding me? Who is he?!

Throughout human history, countless heroes have been associated with Sagittarius, and none in Greek archery surpassed theirs.

Even if Chiron were to be considered solely in terms of archery, he might not be inferior to any other skilled archer, but he still didn't understand that there was a decisive difference between them.

Both the final trial of humanity and the spirit origin of the Grand Archer were suppressing Chiron in the Night.

His process of establishing the Final Trial in Greece, though called the final trial for mankind, was almost entirely achieved by stepping on the heads of many gods.

Therefore, Night is a fully-equipped Heroic Spirit in the fight against gods.

Unfortunately, about 80% of the slightly stronger Heroic Spirits in the Moon World possess the debuff of divinity, and Chiron of the Lostbelt is, in a sense, a god himself.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, still unable to break through that mental blockade, Chiron's face was incredibly stiff and ugly as he drew his longbow.

Night: ".................Your attack is over? Now it's my turn."

This statement is incredibly insulting! An attack?! He couldn't even draw his bow; he just stood there for several seconds!

Chiron from the Lostbelt was furious! His face contorted into a grotesque grimace. He completely lacked the gentle, compassionate, and tolerant spirit of the Pan-Humanist Chiron. 'My attack is over? What attack? An attack on thin air?!' That hateful Pan-Humanist Heroic Spirit! How could he be defeated by a mere Pan-Humanist—

Night did not draw his weapon; at that moment, he simply plucked the strings lightly, and the next instant, a terrifying sonic boom suddenly rang out.

It was incredibly fast—!! It was a stream of light formed by a melody.

At the last moment, perhaps it was all planned by the night, Chiron finally broke through the mental blockade and regained his mobility, but he couldn't escape at all.

He could move, yet he still couldn't do anything. Faced with such a desperate scene before his death, Chiron of the Lostbelt could only slightly raise his head, but to onlookers it looked as if he were willingly offering his head for execution. *Pfft!*

Transforming into a stream of seven colors, the beautiful melody, as smooth as water, severed Chiron's head from the Lostbelt like slicing fruit, and then flew hundreds of meters away without breaking.

Its spreading aftershocks annihilated the elite forces of Atlantis, carving deep trenches that eventually flowed into the ocean to form streams.

Paris: "!!!"

That's so brutal!!!

This scene brought back unpleasant memories for him.

In his previous life, all his brothers were beheaded by the same move! The royal palace was also reduced to ruins. After becoming a Heroic Spirit, his power increased even more. His normal attacks alone possessed an exaggerated power that many Heroic Spirits could hardly achieve even with their Noble Phantasms released!

And the weapon they're using is actually a musical instrument?!

Throughout all of Greece, Griffith was probably the only one who could kill with a musical instrument and still be so elegant and beautiful!

Such a brutal scene made him tremble with fear.

At this moment, Paris's beloved god Apollo seemed to see the most beautiful sight in the world, so excited that his sheep face turned red and he couldn't help but bleat in his native language.

"Awesome!!! Wow!! Perfect, perfect—!!! Absolutely perfect!!"

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Chapter Twenty-Four: The Doctor: I've never fought such a rich battle before! The power of four main gods!

Paris and Achilles join the team!

Well, this is something that should be considered a win-win situation for both parties.

After all, they were acquaintances from the same era reuniting.

But Apollo is an exception—!

Night: Although Apollo is a very nice person and the cheat codes he gives us in the early game are pretty good, we're not a good match.

He is not Nan Tong.

A certain sheep's Apollo did what he couldn't do in Greek times, and took this opportunity to do it. He made a vow of kinship and love to the night without hesitation, only to be kicked away and rejected without hesitation.

Before the pain could heal, Apollo, who had been kicked away, was struck by a sudden shot from Artemis in the sky.

He originally thought that with Artemis gone, he could steal her away, but he never expected that the spirit origins of Lostbelt Artemis and Pan-Human History Artemis had already merged into one.

It's a familiar attack from my younger sister/older sister!

This beam of light blasted Apollo to dust, and then he reappeared with the help of Paris's spirit origin, but by this time he was trembling with fear.

Why did that violent woman come along too?!

Sheep, I should have known. How could Artemis not pay attention to the places where Griffiths appeared?

Even Artemis from Lostbelts would fall in love with Griffiths, Apollo never doubted this, no one understood Griffiths' charm better than him!

The unattainable white moonlight is always restless, but he would never force himself on a man, much less steal Artemis's things—of course, he couldn't steal them anyway, and he couldn't beat either of them.

Apollo could only seek comfort and a hug from Paris.

Ignoring the shameful deity, and after nightfall, they successively found Hector and other Heroic Spirits, eventually leading a group of warriors to successfully reunite with Chaldea. The group had all boarded the Nautilus. "Lord Griffith—!! Eh?! Achilles and Hector too?!" Gudako looked excitedly at the two suddenly appearing heroic warriors.

Both of these figures are extremely well-known among Greek heroes.

Paris stared speechlessly at his Master, whom he had been so passionately searching for and swearing his allegiance to after his arrival. Both were Greek heroes, yet his Master only saw great heroes, completely ignoring him, a mere Karami. This was just too realistic...

Although he knew that among his elder brother and other big shots, he was nothing, and was indeed pitifully weak.

Even worse—at this moment, Hector and Achilles stood on either side of the night, like loyal knights guarding the king.