"Still so taciturn, my dear Master."
Tartaglia chuckled, a hint of mania curving his lips, and the fighting intent in his eyes grew even hotter.
The next second—
BOOM!!!
A furious thunder roared out as if thousands of giant birds shrieked at once, accompanied by the ethereal yet deafening bellow of a colossal whale.
Surrounding Tartaglia, Hydro and Electro elements converged frantically. A gigantic whale, composed entirely of immense water elements and dazzling lightning, and with a body comparable to a mountain, suddenly burst out of the ground beneath his feet.
It carried surging tidal waves and destructive lightning, charging with overwhelming force toward the silently standing Skirk.
With a glance from Skirk, Bai Xiuxiu obediently flew back several hundred meters, finding a relatively safe broken wall for cover.
She looked at the two figures instantly clashing in the center of the field, a greater confusion rising in her heart—her Senior Brother said her Master was taciturn, but she distinctly remembered that when Master Skirk was with Senior Snow Empress (Xue Di), her tone, though cool, was not sparse.
Even when guiding her in cultivation, her words, though concise, were certainly not the nearly absolute coldness displayed now.
However, despite the confusion, Bai Xiuxiu didn't find the sudden fight between her Master and Senior Brother strange in itself.
After all, this was the Holy Grail War; encounters and clashes between Servants were the most common scenario.
She focused her mind, concentrating on watching the sudden Master-Disciple battle.
"Not bad, worthy of my using two hands."
Skirk's cool voice pierced through the thunder and water roar, echoing clearly in the air. Her tone carried a subtle, almost imperceptible hint of approval.
"You've grown stronger, Tartaglia, but... you are still far from being a real threat to me."
Before her words finished, her figure had already turned into a blurry blue afterimage. Instead of retreating, she proactively met the charging, roaring Thunder Giant Whale.
The ice sword in her hand slashed through the air in a stunningly beautiful, frigid arc, as if freezing space itself.
Whoosh—!
The extremely condensed sword light instantly penetrated the whale's massive energy body, ignoring the layers of protective water waves and furious lightning, accurately striking toward Tartaglia's heart behind it.
This Master-Disciple battle, which transcended world boundaries, officially commenced in the most direct and intense manner under Bai Xiuxiu's watchful gaze.
"Break through! Gáe Bolg!"
Cú Chulainn let out a wild, low roar, and the earth beneath his feet cracked in response.
He leaped high into the sky, utilizing the explosive recoil force. His figure was like a fully drawn bow, filled with power.
The muscles in his right arm bulged. The scarlet Demonic Spear tightly gripped in his hand was raised high behind him. The ancient and mysterious Runic symbols on the spear shaft suddenly glowed as if activated by fresh blood, erupting with a chilling, destructive aura that seemed capable of ending all things!
With the release of the Noble Phantasm's True Name, he poured all his strength and energy into it, violently hurling it down at the enchanting figure below.
Shoo—!!!
An intensely scarlet beam of light instantly tore through the sky, and mid-flight, it suddenly split and multiplied as if possessing life, transforming into hundreds of identical Demonic Spears, all wrapped in an ominous death aura.
They formed a seamless, sky-darkening rain of death arrows, whistling fiercely as they launched an indiscriminate, devastating carpet bombardment across the entire area where Xiao Wu was located.
This was a true Anti-Army Noble Phantasm. Its vast coverage, powerful penetration, and raging destructive energy were enough to completely flatten and annihilate the entire sprawling ruins into dust.
Even Xiao Wu, a goddess, showed a solemn look on her beautiful face for the first time.
She was still recovering from old injuries, her divine body far from its peak, and she had lost the powerful enhancement of the Sea God's Divinity. Facing such a wide-range, exceptionally powerful, saturation strike, she felt an unprecedented difficulty.
Although her injuries had improved significantly with the help of the Holy Spirit Church, the stubborn residue of Ma Hongjun'sPhoenix Divine Power and Honkai Energy intrusion remained within her. She had to dedicate a considerable portion of her focus and power to continuously suppress and dissolve that scorching, domineering foreign energy, which prevented her from fighting at full strength.
"That's... Mom?!"
In the distance, Tang Wutong, who was drawn by the earth-shattering commotion of the battle, and the people of the Clear Sky Sect beside her, all looked over.
When Tang Wutong's vision clearly captured the figure dodging and weaving through the rain of scarlet spears, she felt struck by lightning. Her beautiful pink-and-blue eyes widened suddenly, her face filled with disbelief and shock.
As Xiao Wu's biological daughter, the unique resonance deep within her bloodline could not be wrong—that intimately familiar profile, the aura etched into her soul, and the most instinctive surge from her blood... it was absolutely the mother she had longed for.
"It really is Sister Xiao Wu!!"
Niu Tian and Tai Tan, the two Soul Beast Overlords who had followed Xiao Wu for many years, also widened their brass-bell eyes, their rugged faces filled with shock and excitement.
Although Xiao Wu's appearance and aura had changed significantly compared to when she ascended to the God Realm ten thousand years ago, they recognized at a glance—the figure fiercely battling the Servant was their Sister Xiao Wu, whom they had missed for ten millennia.
"How is this possible... How could this be possible..."
Tang Wutong rubbed her eyes hard, barely believing what she was seeing.
"Mom... how could she descend to the mortal realm without permission? Where's Dad? And... how could Mom's aura become... so weak?"
She was able to descend because she herself wasn't a formal deity; she was more like a special existence with divine-level blood, which allowed her to exploit a loophole in the God Realm's rules.
But her mother, Xiao Wu, was a genuine goddess registered in the God Realm.
Descending to the mortal realm without authorization was a grave sin that seriously violated the God Realm's laws and would invite punishment from the God of Enforcement .
What stirred even greater turmoil in her heart was the level of power Xiao Wu was currently exhibiting—it was simply too weak, completely inconsistent with the rank a goddess should possess.
Even if her opponent was an extremely powerful Servant, she was a goddess.
Even if she had to suppress her power for some reason, she should never be fighting a Servant in such a "back-and-forth" manner, or be forced to prepare rigorously against the opponent's Noble Phantasm.
Although Xiao Wu appeared to be coping easily on the surface, even forcing the opponent to use a powerful, trump-card Noble Phantasm, this was like a completely different person from the image of the powerful, gentle, and omnipotent mother she remembered.
"What has happened in the God Realm these past years?! What has happened to Mom?!"
Tang Wutong, Niu Tian, and Tai Tan could no longer stand idly by. Countless questions flooded their hearts, but at the same time, an indescribable, immense joy of being reunited with a lost loved one gripped their hearts tightly.
Niu Tian and Tai Tan hadn't seen Xiao Wu in ten thousand years. Even a brief glimpse was enough to make them tremble with excitement.
And Tang Wutong, despite leaving the God Realm early for training on the Douluo Continent, had never stopped her deep yearning for her mother. Seeing the mother she longed for with her own eyes now, her eyes were already uncontrollably reddened, hazy with moisture.
"Heh, interesting."
Vita stood quietly beside Tang Wutong, a playful, intrigued smile—as if she had discovered a novel toy—appearing on her delicate, doll-like face.
Tang Wutong had never hidden her origins from her. Vita naturally knew that her contractor had parents who were gods.
But for a goddess who should be residing high in the God Realm to not only descend to the mortal realm without authorization but also seem to have lost the blessing of her divinity, her strength plummeting to such a degree... the hidden story behind this was clearly extraordinary and full of tantalizing mystery.
She observed the two figures fighting intensely in the field, particularly Xiao Wu's condition, her eyes flashing with analysis and curiosity.
"Big Papa! Second Papa! Let's go help Mom!"
Tang Wutong's face was etched with anxiety and worry, her gaze fixed intently on the area covered by the scarlet rain of spears in the distance. She wished she could fly over immediately.
However, before she could finish her sentence—
"Good...!"
Niu Tian and Tai Tan almost subconsciously nodded in agreement, but just as the word "Good" left their mouths, their faces suddenly changed dramatically.
A cold, sharp, terrifying aura, like a bottomless icy abyss, suddenly descended, clamping down on them and the surrounding space. It made their bodies stiffen, unable to move a single inch, and even the circulation of their Soul Power became sluggish.
Not only them, but even Vita beside them, who had been calm and composed, raised an eyebrow slightly, a noticeable surprise flashing in her light-red eyes—this suddenly appearing sharp aura... it felt somewhat familiar?
Just as that thought flashed through her mind.
Shhh—!
A bizarrely shaped Holy Spear, wrapped in black and white spiraling flames, appeared out of thin air in front of Vita, like a shooting star tearing through the night, accompanied by an ear-piercing shriek, instantly covering a distance of several hundred meters.
The chilling light from the extremely cold spear tip was practically piercing into her light-red pupils!
"So it's an 'acquaintance'."
Vita instantly recognized the Holy Spear and the aura of its owner. Her playful smile deepened, but her body's reaction was more honest and nimble than her words.
Tapping her toe lightly on the ground, her petite body drifted backward as if weightless, her movements graceful and composed, narrowly avoiding the spear's unparalleled sharp edge.
"Boom!!"
The Holy Spear violently struck the ground where she had just been standing, unleashing a shocking impact wave.
The earth undulated violently like waves, and the surrounding rubble and broken walls were shaken into the sky, filling the area with smoke and dust.
A golden figure descended from the sky like a War God, precisely grasping the Holy Spear's hilt where it was embedded in the ground, and smoothly pulling it out.
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