After the two Magi of Flowers deployed their Noble Phantasms, the relentless, high-intensity cosmic storm spreading through the airspace around ORT and pouring from its disc-shaped core was greatly weakened.
Watching ORT's true body lose control of its flight posture and slow down after being caught by Taigong Wang's Noble Phantasm, Shiomi spotted an opening and imdiately told Morgan to get ready to attack.
"Wait!" Enkidu suddenly called out to Morgan. "Sothing's wrong..."
"Oh?" Taigong Wang slowly opened his narrowed eyes, calm light glinting in his purple pupils. "As expected of one of the Primordials from another planet. It was never going to be that simple."
ORT quickly endured Taigong Wang's Noble Phantasm, and the flight speed it had lost from being thrown off balance gradually began to recover.
The still-unfinished barrage from [Gods-Smiting Whip] continued to follow Taigong Wang's will, its weight increasing without pause. For an instant, its force was already enough to crush mountains tens of thousands of feet high, yet all it managed to do was push ORT slightly lower.
And that was not all.
Once ORT adapted to Taigong Wang's Noble Phantasm, it imdiately launched a counterattack against the owner of that Noble Phantasm.
"Hmph."
Gilgash gave a cold snort, and countless top-tier Noble Phantasms flew out from the golden gates, smashing into the tentacles striking back at Taigong Wang.
ORT began to shake even more violently, and its magical energy reaction surged harder than before.
Then an even more terrifying phenonon appeared.
Every attack that landed on ORT's true body produced a wound that healed the very instant it appeared, over and over in an endless cycle.
Beneath the disc, a crystalline keratin layer was continuously being generated.
If ORT fully adapted to their attacks, then the mont its regeneration outpaced their offensive power, a new spider-like keratin shell would be born.
And when that happened, every sacrifice made so far would lose its aning, and everything would return to the beginning.
"This regenerative ability already surpasses divine Authority itself."
Morgan lifted a hand, sending a dense bombardnt of magic spears crashing into ORT's body.
Taigong Wang's Noble Phantasm would only last a few more seconds.
"The... concept of death," Tiamat murmured.
"What?" Morgan froze for a mont.
"ORT, one of the Primordials from the cosmos, does not possess the concept of death," Tiamat said. "Its scale... is different from mine."
The goddess Tiamat also lacked the concept of death, but that result ca with conditions.
As long as living life still remained on the planet, she would not die.
But ORT was different.
It was one of the strongest beings born of its planet, an absolute existence that stood above all life.
Invincible in an altogether different sense.
"If it knows no death and therefore no fear, then let expose its weakness."
The deep voice of the gravekeeper rang out.
Every ti the old man swung his sword, the wounds he left on ORT beca harder to recover from.
But it still was not enough.
Simply attaching the concept of death to it could not spread through the whole of ORT. It only needed to treat the "dead" parts as tabolic waste, turn them into keratin, and cast them off.
What they needed was a single decisive blow.
Then, suddenly, a bell tolled.
"Can that old man beco the god of death who can kill even ORT?"
Morgan crossed her arms, gathering magical energy as she waited for her mont, all while keeping up her uninterrupted assault.
"How should I put it..." Even rlin did not know the answer.
Still, it was worth trying.
Even the gravekeeper himself believed that.
"The evening bell has revealed thy na. Primordial of the distant cosmos, Type:ORT. By the heavenly fate of man, I shall strip thee of thine immortality. [Azrael]!"
It was an astonishingly plain, unadorned sword strike.
From above, it drove straight through ORT's true body, the blade sinking completely into the disc, nearly piercing it clean through.
With that one strike, the immortal nature within ORT began to collapse at a frightening rate.
Sensing overwhelming danger, ORT suddenly erupted with a violent cosmic gale, forcing everyone back. Even the Noble Phantasms of the Magi of Flowers were affected in turn, and their effectiveness began to weaken.
"First Hassan..."
Enkidu tried to warn the gravekeeper to get away from ORT, but it was already impossible.
He had not manifested here with a Grand Spirit Origin. He had only answered Chaldea's call through his own will.
And now, in order to push the battle against ORT forward, the first Hassan-i-Sabbah had resolutely paid the price with his own Spirit Origin and unleashed the full power of his Noble Phantasm.
"It seems my task ends here... Go, and fulfill thy heavenly fate."
The gravekeeper looked toward Morgan's side, but he was speaking to Shiomi.
Then his Spirit Origin was swallowed up by ORT in turn, and he vanished from the battlefield.
"Even after being given the concept of death, ORT still doesn't seem willing to let us get close." Morgan expanded her Conceptual Defense to block the unprecedented cosmic gale.
If she failed to stop it, ORT's cosmic wind would swallow the entire Storm Border whole.
"Wait, rlin!" Mari suddenly cried out. "ORT... is it trying to expel the concept of death that was imposed on it? Am I seeing things?"
"So it's reached even that point?" rlin sounded genuinely surprised as well. "No choice. We'll have to increase the sustained output of our Noble Phantasms even further... Can you work with , my lady?"
He was speaking to Mari at his side.
"Of course. But if we want to get close to ORT, just resisting the cosmic gale alone will already lower our offensive efficiency..."
"Leave getting close to it to Mother." Tiamat cupped her hands and lowered her head slightly. "[Nega-Genesis], deploy. Let the tides of chaos appear here..."
As she spoke, Tiamat's small figure rapidly descended and sank into the surging tide of chaos rising below.
That black flood which had once swept across sopotamia had now beco the on that would protect humanity's future.
A dragon-body Spirit Origin that towered between heaven and earth manifested there.
"In this form... speaking... is difficult." Tiamat's voice echoed through the sky.
She moved slowly, pressing toward the ORT flying in their direction.
Clearly, even the dragon-body Spirit Origin of the Primordial Mother was not sothing ORT viewed as a pure threat. It even regarded her as prey to be devoured.
"The goddess Tiamat need only fight. I will support your direction and defense."
Morgan landed on Tiamat's shoulder, synchronizing Shiomi's mind with Tiamat's.
On the side of the disc, a green crystal-shaped cannon muzzle was beginning to glow.
"ORT is about to attack. We strike first, Mother!" Shiomi said.
"That... was already my intention..."
Magical energy continuously gathered and compressed within Tiamat's mouth.
"Here I go. O' Child, Abide the Laws of Creation - Nammu Duranki!"
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