True Magician

Chapter 159

Greece.

- "You've outdone yourself," I said, nodding my head as I moved over to Archer, who was standing in the middle of the ashes. "I take it you used Muramasa's skills?"

- "You asked me not to hold back," Archer shrugged.

After that single attack, the competition was obviously over. The Huntresses were blown away in the first few seconds, and Artemis and Apollo's bodies took so much damage that Hestia went to them almost immediately, although there was no particular need to do so. Killing a god required something more specific than brute force. However, in this world, strength is the foundation of everything. Heh.

This little experiment also gave me a clear understanding of the level of power the local gods possessed. Of course, there were exceptions, such as Indra, Ophir, and others, but it was nice to know that one Servant was more than enough to crush them. Gilgamesh, Enkidu, or even Grandpa, hiding in the shadows, would have easily killed someone at the level of Artemis and Apollo without even noticing them.

After about a minute, the three gods appeared on the horizon and moved toward us. Artemis and Apollo's bodies were badly damaged, some of their clothes were destroyed, golden blood trickled from their wounds, and Hestia healed them on the go with her flames. And their mood? Well, it was pretty obvious.

- "Where are my hunters?" Artemis asked through clenched teeth as soon as they reached us. "If you killed them, I..."

- "Oh? I somehow forgot about them. How silly of me," I said, taking on the appearance of a silly anime girl again, at which point she began to gather her divinity into her body. "Here they are."

With a snap of his fingers, eleven bodies of young girls fell right on top of Artemis. Apollo and Hestia managed to step aside, but the goddess of the hunt found herself buried under a pile of practically naked, unconscious bodies, their hair and quite impressive curves visible.

- "Before the competition began, I showed kindness and care so that your followers would remain alive and well. My Archer's attack was strong, and if it weren't for me, they could have died, and it would have been your fault," I said with an extremely haughty expression and my chin raised, pacing back and forth. "Don't you want to thank me, your benefactor, Lady Artemis?"

- "You..." She slowly crawled out from under the pile of bodies and grinned.

- "Enough," Hestia intervened. "That's enough. There's no need to rub salt in their wounds."

- "I don't hear any thanks," I sang, completely ignoring Hestia. "Come on, you can do it."

- "My aunt is right. My sister didn't deserve that treatment," Apollo joined the conversation, still a little unsteady on his feet, then turned to Archer, who was standing silently. "And you... You're good. Not like me, but good nonetheless. For a mortal, your strength and skill are impressive. And although the taste of defeat remains in my mouth, I cannot help but express my congratulations and admiration to you."

- "I'm flattered," Archer nodded briefly.

- "Come on. I just want to receive the gratitude I deserve," I said, waving my hand and glancing at Artemis. "Well, you..."

I didn't have time to finish my sentence, as I was interrupted by a burst of divinity right next to us. And it wasn't just one god who arrived, but two. When I saw and felt the aura emanating from them, I couldn't help but smile. These two were perfect for continuing the banquet, and I would have been ashamed to miss such an opportunity.

- "What is going on here?" the goddess asked in a cold tone, looking around, then her gaze stopped on me and changed to one of extreme dissatisfaction. "So you are the mortal with whom 'he' came? Do you have the courtesy to explain why our lands have been turned into this?"