Cthylla

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At the sight of the patterns on those tentacles, Artoria heard murmurs and whispers coming from nowhere, sometimes subtle, sometimes sharp, sometimes illusory, sometimes enticing, sometimes frantic, and sometimes insane.

Although she couldn't understand the meaning of these whispers, her brain couldn't resist the urge to listen and discern.

"Ugh!"

Her head suddenly throbbed violently, as if pierced by a thousand steel needles. Thoughts boiled like bubbles, as if they wanted to break free from the confines of her mind. Mixed emotions made her restless and impatient, a desire to destroy everything in front of her.

On the other side, Iskandar was a bit better than Artoria, but from his tightly clenched hand on the edge of the chariot and the alternation between clarity and confusion in his eyes, he was far from at ease.

Two crimson feathers suddenly fell from the void, gently merging into Artoria and Iskandar's heads. In an instant, all the murmurs faded like receding tides, and the two quickly regained consciousness.

"Hahh... Thanks, Lancer." Iskandar rubbed his slightly swollen forehead, looking at the twisted mass of dark blood-red tentacles in the sky, and shook his head with a wry smile.

"Didn't expect just a glance would almost be too much for this king to handle. Seems like this thing is way more ridiculous than that ugly freak back in the day."

"The ugly freak you're talking about doesn't even compare to this thing. This is a genuine, bona fide god being." Arkhan stared at the massive tentacles dancing in the sky, his expression revealing obvious seriousness.

Cthylla, the secret daughter of R'lyeh's ruler, Cthulhu, and the Queen of Xoth, Idh-yaa, was a true Great Old One, wielding powers far beyond human imagination. If she were to descend upon this world, the entire world would perish in no time.

Needless to say, under no circumstances could they allow this being to descend!

Taking a deep breath, Arkhan raised Shamash in his hand, while Kayneth raised his right hand at the same time.

"With all of my command spells, Lancer, send that thing back at any cost!"

Two consecutive command spells caused the magical energy within Arkhan to skyrocket like a rocket, instantly breaking through the limits his body could contain. The excess magical energy, guided by him, infused into Shamash.

With the replenishment of magical energy, Shamash once again ignited into fierce flames. The greatsword quickly grew hotter, while the flames on it swirled wilder, emitting an aura akin to a god of destruction.

Kiritsugu took a deep breath, then raised his right hand. The three command spells on the back of his hand simultaneously emitted a dazzling light.

"With all of my command spells, Saber, assist Lancer and stop that creature from descending!"

The black holy sword in Artoria's hands instantly erupted with an overwhelmingly powerful magical energy. Feeling this mighty power, she curled her lips into a slight smile.

"In recognition of you finally playing the role of a real man, I'll listen to you this once, Kiritsugu."

With the completely unleashed Noble Phantasm in hand, Arkhan and Artoria glanced at each other and nodded simultaneously.

"Vortigern, Hammer of the Vile King, reverse the rising sun. Swallow the light—Excalibur Morgan!"

"Shamash, unleashed! Zeroth Power - Might of An-Utu!"

*Whoosh—!!!*

The surging purplish-black light pillar and the blazing flame storm that annihilates everything swept out, intertwining mercilessly. They tore through the void along the way, heading straight for the tentacles in the sky.

As if sensing something, the wildly dancing dark blood-red tentacles entwined, forming an incredibly massive cone, and collided with the oncoming pillars of light and flames.

For a moment, the entire space seemed to freeze, then—

*BOOOOOOOM—!!!*

As if the world was collapsing, a terrifying roar echoed through the void.

Blazing flames spread in all directions, instantly evaporating the black mud and transforming the once dim and profound night sky into a crimson curtain of fire. If common people witnessed this scene, they would likely question whether it was an apocalypse.

However, those present had no time to appreciate the magnificent spectacle. All eyes were fixed at the center, anxiously awaiting the final outcome.

Was it a success or a failure?

As the fiery curtain of fire gradually dispersed, the true sky once again revealed itself to the onlookers.

Compared to before, the sparse black mud still rotated in the sky, while at the vortex center, the once pitch-black and blood-red tentacles had mostly disappeared. The remaining parts showed varying degrees of burns and impact marks. Despite the dismal appearance, the vitality within persisted.

Tokiomi, who had almost suffered a heart attack from the previous scene, sighed in relief at the sight.

A maniacal grin appeared on his face once more.

"Hahaha! Useless! In the face of the supreme ruler, all your tricks are nothing more than boring little plays, incapable of posing a threat to the Great Old One! Despair, tremble, wail! Soon, the ultimate judgment will be brought upon this world by the unparalleled ruler!"

Clearly, with the further use of the R'lyeh Text, Tokiomi's corruption deepened. He had completely forgotten his initial purpose, now enslaved by R'lyeh.

Seeing this, Arkhan furrowed his brow. The previous attack had been his maximum effort. If that couldn't eliminate Cthylla, he was truly at a loss.

It seemed he had to use his true form.

He took a slow breath, preparing to summon his true form. However, a distant and ethereal voice suddenly reached his ears.

"Ugh, it hurts! This world is really dangerous and not fun at all! I don't want to be here! I want to go home!"

Confused, Arkhan raised his head to see the thick black and blood-red tentacles entwining and retracting toward the vortex's center.

'What magical twist is this?'

While others were stupefied at the moment, Tokiomi was on the verge of madness!

'The Great Old One retreated because afraid of pain?! Are you fucking kidding me?!' Tokiomi clenched his teeth tightly in disbelief. "Wait a moment! O Great Old One, please believe me! This world can't resist your power. As long as you—"

However, before he could finish his words, the R'lyeh Text in his hand opened by itself, and tentacles shot out, binding him, and forcibly dragging him into the book without mercy.

"I almost forgot about you, the swindler who led me here. Hmph, father said dealing with liars must be ruthless. Get ready to face my punishment."

Cthylla hummed in delight, squeezing the remaining parts of her body into the vortex, completely leaving this world.