"Mortal, you dare defy the throne of a god?!"
Odin's voice thundered like a great bell, echoing from atop his eight-legged warhorse, intimidating all nearby.
Emiya was surprised the figure could speak at all. He sat the same as the one Emiya had fought in the underground chamber—visually identical.
Gripping the curved Kunugunīru (Gungnir, Spear of Fate), Odin's shining single eye glowed coldly in the rain and darkness, a stark contrast to the dim ghost-fire flickering in the eyes of his undead followers.
Compared to the earlier mute fake, this Odin was clearly stronger—but it still lacked the overwhelming divine presence that warps heaven and earth with a mere gesture. This one… was convincing, but not the real thing.
At the frontlines, Jōde Mai had just dispatched the last undead blocking the path—clearing the road to Odin's throne.
Whoosh!
Emiya stepped forward and launched a pseudo-Noble Phantasm in arrow form. The cold, gleaming weapon soared through the air. Yet before reaching Odin, it hit an invisible barrier with a soft ping, distorting the air momentarily.
Then came the explosion—louder than thunder. A shockwave roared outward, and the blast evaporated the rain into a curtain of white mist.
Emiya lost sight of Odin—but then came the pounding of hooves.
He's coming!
Odin's approach was like a bolt of lightning, too fast to track. Rain, debris, smoke—all parted as he surged through.
Now Emiya could see it: Odin was surrounded by a dense air barrier—like a high-viscosity, high-tension fluid defense layer.
Though damaged from Gensō Hōkai (Phantasm Collapse), the barrier was rapidly regenerating. Water and wind fed into it, reinforcing Odin's protection.
It self-repairs!
If Odin kept pressing close, his barrier would fully recover before Emiya could fire again. With limited mana and few projections left, Emiya couldn't win a war of attrition.
Shing!
Odin's horse surged forward. Emiya poured every drop of reinforcement magic into himself, drawing the great tachi Shittoku (Envy). It roared as he swung, cleaving toward Odin's steed!
But Odin's spear intercepted it, knocking the blade aside—denying him the chance to kill the mount.
Szzap!
Odin followed with a black blade—likely obsidian—suddenly wrapped in brilliant lightning. In the rain, its electrified slashes became terrifyingly lethal.
At the last second, Zero dashed forward, her Muchi no Chiiki (Dustless Domain) blowing all rain from the area. It failed to stop Odin, but the force launched both of them backward.
"Didn't expect to see a warrior of your caliber in this era," Odin said with a sigh—half admiration, half regret.
He wasn't worried. Not in the least.
"Stop posturing!"
Emiya reached into his sword case and pulled forth Bōdo (Wrath)—a 150cm long horse-slaying blade.
Under his magic, the massive weapon transformed—growing past 8 meters in length, its jagged edge slicing through rain and wind, creating a rainless zone around him.
"Impressive craftsmanship," Odin murmured. He saw it clearly—Emiya had created this through alchemy, using his Genrin (Mystic Word) and mastery of transmutation.
Even his earlier explosive Noble Phantasms had been alchemical bombs, likely derived from one of the "Seven Great Kingdoms" of alchemy.
Clang!
Emiya charged, bringing down the giant blade. Wind and elemental shockwaves forced the undead back. Jōde Mai and Zero leapt aside. Odin parried with his spear, and the ground beneath them shattered.
"Why fight so recklessly?" Odin asked, voice tempting.
"?" Emiya blinked. Since the death servant ambush, it had all been Odin's doing. Now this puppet master wanted a diplomatic handshake?
"A new era is dawning," Odin said, speaking in riddles—clearly alluding to Ragnarök. "I, as a god, can grant your every desire… even the entire world."
The same promise he had once offered the Chen family as bait.
Emiya wasn't moved. If anything, he grew more wary—he remembered the Alien God in FGO.
That deity had made the same offer to seven hidden agents: raise your own Lostbelts, compete, and the winner rules the Earth.
But it was a lie. In the end, the Alien God used Chaldea to wipe out all seven and their Lostbelts.
Why would a selfish mage like the Director give away everything?
So Emiya believed this so-called Norse god had the same plan: "Offer something first to take it all later."
He replied coldly, "You've promised more than one person, haven't you?"
"Correct."
"Everyone wants to rule. But what of the losers?"
Odin's tone turned grim, "Losers? They don't deserve to share the prize. They are food for the victors—scraps to be devoured."
Like the Chen family.
"But the biggest winner… is you, isn't it?"
Odin seemed to laugh—but inside the heavy armor, it came as muffled sounds.
If it were his siblings—other Dragon Kings—he might've offered true partnership. Blood-oaths, even.
But a mere mortal? You've had more than enough conversation. Yet you question me?
So be it. Die.
A shame—your talent was remarkable. But you refused to be our pawn.
Odin raised his spear to block and lifted his sword. Thunder cracked above. Lightning descended upon his obsidian blade, turning it into a divine weapon of judgment.
(End of Chapter)
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