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Fairy Queen: "Whoa, that pressure… they're seriously about to fight!"
Fifth Hokage: "That kind of power… even my grandfather and Uchiha Madara wouldn't compare."
Violent Swordsman: "If they really fight, who do you think wins?"
Bilibili: "I'm betting on Luo Hao. She's already slain gods, after all."
Scared to Death: "But they're from different worlds! Not all gods are built the same—I believe in Lady Hestia!"
Over in the Type-Moon world, Alex shouted toward the two women, "You're both in the same group! Don't fight each other! Luo Leader, Hestia isn't one of your world's rogue gods. Even if you kill her, you won't gain her authority!"
But instead of calming things down, his words only ticked Hestia off.
Her own follower had just underestimated her.
"Ah-Alex, you're underestimating your goddess," she said coldly. "Fine then—today I'll show this woman that the gods of my world aren't in the same league as hers."
As soon as she finished, Hestia released the seal on her divine power.
In her original world, the gods of DanMachi must seal their divinity while living among mortals.If they unsealed it, the heavens would forcibly recall them.
But this wasn't that world anymore. This was the Type-Moon world.And here—no such rule applied.
The moment the seal broke, divine might exploded skyward, erupting into a pillar of crimson flame.
At its center stood Hestia. Her twin tails loosened and fell away, her once-black hair turning a brilliant fiery red as a sacred blaze ignited around her.
"That's… the Sacred Flame!" Alex gasped, eyes wide.
He remembered it from the original story: when Hestia briefly unleashed her divinity on the 18th floor of the Dungeon, her hair had turned red, her voice had changed—majestic, commanding, divine.
And again, during the Vesta Temple Arc, when she fully released her godhood—her hair shone the same color.
The color of the Sacred Flame.The Flame Goddess herself.
The fiery column dissipated, revealing a completely transformed Hestia.
Her twin-tail hairstyle had become long flowing scarlet hair. The familiar white dress with blue ribbons was gone, replaced by divine robes of red, white, and violet that radiated holy majesty.
Her eyes calm but firm, she looked toward Luo Hao and spoke softly:"Godslayer… I accept your challenge."
Luo Hao smiled, her tone equally composed. "A god from another world… Show me what you can do."
"This place is unfit for battle," Hestia replied. "Follow me."
Then she shot upward, a streak of red light piercing the heavens.
Luo Hao stepped forward once—and vanished, chasing after her.
Roxy, of course, couldn't keep up with that speed. She could only tap the "Track Live Feed" button and let the chat group system handle the broadcast automatically.
Alex and Esdeath both opened the live stream too, enlarging the view.
Onscreen, Hestia and Luo Hao had already broken through the atmosphere.
The system even added background music—"Chasing the Dragon."
Bilibili: "Holy crap, this is fire!"Scared to Death: "Wait—they're fighting in space?!"
Fairy Queen: "Makes sense. If they fought on the ground, it'd be a disaster."
Violent Swordsman: "You think we could ever get that strong?"
Fifth Hokage: "With the group connecting our worlds, we can study each other's systems. It's possible."
Scared to Death: "If I had that kind of power, I'd wipe every last ghost off this planet."
Bilibili: "Looks like Miko's got trauma from all those hauntings."
Scared to Death: "…"
High above the stratosphere, Hestia and Luo Hao stopped, facing each other in silence.
Then, at the same moment, they attacked.
Hestia wasn't a war god, but her Sacred Flame possessed terrifying destructive force.
Luo Hao sensed the danger immediately. "Flames that suppress the Blessing of Steel… Unfortunately for you, my defense is not of steel."
She began chanting, calling upon her Authority—the Vajra Divine Power.
"Battle in the South, die in the North. Unburied bodies, eaten by crows.Oh crow, feast well—your guest is a hero."
It was the power Luo Hao had seized from the Buddhist twin guardians—Mitsuke Vajra and Narayana Vaja—after defeating them.She could embody their divine might within herself, gaining incomparable strength, pure and unbreakable.
Golden particles—the Essence of Vajra—poured from her body, forming either massive golden arms or armor wrapping her figure. Concentrated, it could even block blades that could cut through anything.
The golden armor absorbed Hestia's Sacred Flame.
Then Luo Hao stopped using other Authorities altogether, fighting only with her martial arts—arts honed to a godlike level.
Hestia, for her part, was no stranger to combat either. Having lived billions of years, she knew the ways of divine warfare well.
When sealed, she might seem clumsy and powerless—but once her divinity was freed, she stood as one of the twelve supreme gods of Olympus.
As their clash raged, dark clouds rolled over all of Fuyuki City.Thunder and fire cracked through the heavens, a storm of apocalyptic might.
Across Southeast Asia in the Type-Moon world, magi everywhere stared up in shock.
At the Tōsaka residence, Tokiomi looked skyward, frozen. "This isn't natural weather… someone's fighting. But what kind of battle creates this?"
In the church, Risei and Kirei Kotomine stood by the window.
Risei's face was tight with worry. The Fourth Holy Grail War was about to begin—this was the worst possible time for chaos.
But his son's expression was different. Kirei's eyes gleamed with quiet amusement.
A new unknown power… how it must terrify Father and Master.
He almost wanted to see it—the look on their faces when all their carefully laid plans fell apart.
You think you control everything, he thought, but I want to see you lose that control.
Then realization hit him.
"…Why am I thinking like this?" he murmured. "Lord, forgive me for my sins."And silently, he began to pray.
Meanwhile, in the Matou household, the decrepit Zouken Matou leaned on his cane, smiling faintly as he gazed at the heavens.
No worry. No fear.
The Matou family's decline had already made him give up on this Grail War. His sights were on the next one—the fifth.
Whatever happened to this war, he couldn't care less.
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