"rciless? You call this rciless? Hahahaha! Don't make laugh! There has never been any such thing as rcy on a battlefield. There is only the life of the victor and the death of the defeated!"
As he spoke, Camazotz raised a massive scythe.
He looked more and more like a grim reaper harvesting lives.
Soone capable of controlling the underworld lines of Mictlan was clearly no Heroic Spirit of Proper Human History.
"So he's most likely so kind of death god of Mictlan," Shiomi remarked calmly.
"Death gods, underworld gods, we've seen far too many of them already." Morgan tightened his grip on the Holy Lance as four spears, including Gungnir, appeared behind him. "There's only one thing to do. Defeat Camazotz and take back the authority."
"That man failed to fully devour the authority. I don't know why, but even without truly consuming it, he can still wield it to this extent... Be careful." Shiomi's warning was soft but serious.
"My husband, just watch. If anything goes wrong, then you may step in."
After calmly arranging a fallback, Morgan faced the scythe that ca down first with overwhelming force and ordered the crimson spears to cross, blocking the blow.
Longinus and Gungnir shot in from both sides, aiming straight for Camazotz's vital points.
Clicking his tongue in irritation, Camazotz spun the scythe in an impenetrable defense. The four spears attacked again and again, only to be beaten back each ti in a spray of sparks.
"There!"
Morgan caught the opening in Camazotz's swing and rushed in.
"Damn it! Damn it!"
Unable to dodge in ti, Camazotz had the muscles along one side of his abdon sliced open by Morgan's spear. Dark red blood sprayed out, and when it hit the ground, it hissed with heat.
His blood was actually as hot as magma.
"What scorching blood. Not at all like the cold image people usually have of a grim reaper."
Morgan glanced at the blood on the spear, then flicked it off lightly.
That line seed to hit a nerve. The battle escalated at once.
A silver shadow and a crimson shadow streaked through the sky above Ka'an, colliding one mont and parting the next.
The four spears were like four teors, continuously slamming into the crimson figure.
The ruins of Ka'an were already desolate, yet the clash left even more scars across them, as though the place were being driven further into ruin.
And that was only the aftermath of the battle.
The skeletal soldiers Scáthach and the others had yet to finish off were also being swept away by the constant shockwaves produced by the fight.
Bones were blasted apart in every direction. Even when they tried to reform, the next wave would hit and scatter them even more thoroughly.
"What's going on? What in the world is going on?! Camazotz demands to know what's going on!"
"What's going on? We may not know exactly what you are, but that authority belongs to us. The more you use my husband's authority, the more you place yourself at a disadvantage."
Morgan braced the Holy Lance with both hands. The conceptual defenses spreading out from him stopped the massive scythe from advancing any farther.
In that deadlock, he revealed a truth Camazotz had never expected.
Ever since the battle with the demonic consort of Proper Human History, Shiomi had already been certain of it. Morgan was becoming soone more suitable than anyone else to receive his authority.
If the original owner had no intention of reclaiming it himself, then the authority would shift toward the most suitable bearer.
Even now, when that one-third of the authority was still in Camazotz's hands.
Authorities were drawn to one another. Their very nature longed to return to a complete whole.
As long as Camazotz continued wielding Gift『rcy』, that resonance would create unimaginable interference whenever he tried to use its power.
"It's only authority over life. Digesting it would be easy! Better yet, I can do it right now! I'll burn through your authority and bring the warriors of Ka'an back to life!"
"Lives that are already gone cannot co back. Their souls, their minds, everything they were has already faded away. All that remains here are empty shells. Why are you so obsessed with them?"
"That is none of your concern!"
Blasting the Unity God away, Camazotz imdiately shifted his stance and tried to use the authority as a one-ti expendable resource, giving flesh to both the fallen skeletal warriors and those still standing.
The four spears ca at him from four directions. Camazotz knocked them all aside, but in doing so, he exposed an opening right in front of him.
"Then give it back to . I have no desire to let my power be used for sothing with motives I cannot even understand."
The Unity God abruptly released the fused form, and Shiomi rushed in alone.
At that mont, his small size beca an advantage. Unfamiliar with his attack range, Camazotz's strike missed.
When Camazotz tried to press the attack again, his limbs and wings were bound by Morgan's chains.
Shiomi reached out and touched the manifested authority. It began to peel away from Camazotz, severing his control over it.
A few seconds would be enough to take it back.
But those few seconds were already long enough for Camazotz to break free by force and counterattack Shiomi.
That would have been true if only Shiomi and Morgan had been here.
Clang!
Scáthach and Artoria intercepted Camazotz's second strike.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
As Shiomi pulled the authority free, Camazotz let out a furious roar. At the instant the authority was extracted, he finally tore free of his restraints and swung the scythe at the three of them.
But the blow missed.
A Water Mirror covered the three of them and shifted their positions.
What followed was a rain of attacks from four Noble Phantasms, split into hundreds and thousands of spear-like forms, crashing down like a raging storm and kicking up another explosion of wind.
When the assault finally ended, Camazotz was only lightly wounded. He bore no serious injuries.
"Tsk... So it really does belong to its original owner. As expected, what isn't mine won't stay with ."
Now the man had gone cold again, his voice carrying lofty killing intent.
"I'll be returning to the Fourth Underworld to recover. The wounds and curses you left on can probably only be healed by the Fountain of Night."
"You say that as calmly as if you weren't fleeing in defeat. That really is a talent all its own."
Shiomi did not absorb the authority back into himself, instead simply maintaining possession of it as it was.
Until the reclaid authority was properly settled into place, the process of becoming the Unity God would be slowed. Master and the others had no way to keep Camazotz here.
On top of that, the skeletal soldiers were still moving, blocking the path of pursuit.
"Congratulations. You've recovered two-thirds of the authority. I hope that the next ti we et, you'll bring your full power. I'll be waiting to welco you in Ayauki, god of Proper Human History, and his servants."
With that, Camazotz vanished in an instant. His presence rapidly faded until it could no longer be sensed at all.
The skeletal warriors in the ruins of Ka'an gradually ca to a stop. Their Mana signatures disappeared one after another, and they collapsed once more, sinking back into the earth.
"That makes two-thirds recovered."
Shiomi turned around and beckoned to Morgan.
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