Holy Grail War? Dragon Ball War

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Danger?

That was just part of a "savior play".

If there were no risks, it would actually make the two of them feel somewhat uncomfortable.

With this confidence, the group began to move around.

.........

"Ah, what a coincidence, your Servant isn't here?" Ishtar brought Harley to the factory that had been ravaged, a gloating smile on her face.

Bazdilott stood at the door watching her visit, his expression utterly indifferent.

The reason for leaving one follower here was to prevent others from raiding the base.

In hindsight, the choice was the right one.

"Whoosh!!"

The arrows shot toward Ishtar, who was a bird in disguise.

Faced with such an attack, Ishtar remained indifferent and simply snapped her fingers.

"Snapped!"

A magical force, like a tornado, rose from the ground and knocked down the incoming arrows.

"Completely covered in filth"

"This is really unpleasant."

As if looking down on her, Ishtar turned her gaze to Alcides behind her.

The great hero, covered in black mud, glared fiercely at them.

Harley, who was following behind Ishtar, even felt a suffocating sensation, as if she couldn't breathe.

Although its head was covered by fur, obscuring its face, its sturdy body and immense magical power revealed its extraordinary strength.

She swallowed hard, becoming alert, ready to call upon her servant (Humbaba) at any moment if necessary.

"You can just watch from the side."

"Yes"

Having been given such instructions, Harley couldn't disobey and obediently responded.

Then she saw Ishtar walking forward like that.

"Although it wasn't my intention."

"But it thinks it would be better to take this opportunity to kill you."

With her hands outstretched, Ishtar revealed a meaningful expression.

"The sooner the war ends, the safer we will be."

Frowning, Bazdilot heard the rest of what the other person said.

He vaguely felt that there was a different kind of deeper meaning in these words.

"call out!"

Alcides strode forward at an incredible speed toward Ishtar.

His opponent's extraordinary "divine aura" was completely undisguised, which spurred him on as he became the "Avenger".

The great hero, determined to hunt down and defile the gods, roared.

He raised his longbow and hurled it at the woman who was shorter than him.

"Reckless fellow!"

A large amount of magic materialized, forming a solid wall.

"boom!!!"

The longbow shattered in part, but still did not reach Ishtar in front of it.

"Amazing"

Harley, watching from behind, had her mouth slightly agape.

That vast magical power was far beyond her comprehension.

Or rather, does such exaggerated magical power really exist?

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you probably couldn't have imagined it, right?

The goddess was only using a portion of her magic for protection; she hadn't reached her limit yet.

If we were to make a comparison...

Harley felt that the magic contained in the sphere that had previously covered the city, including the initial beam of light, was nothing compared to Ishtar before her.

Are gods really that powerful?

Now that she knew who was possessing Philia, Harley couldn't help but sigh.

"boom!!!"

Eyes fixed ahead, a fierce impact, accompanied by wind pressure, swept towards Bazdilot.

"Boom!!"

Alcádez turned and stood in front of them.

He took the blow in place of his Master.

Even so, his body felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer, and he crashed into the factory behind him like a kite with a broken string.

I'm sorry.

"In terms of the amount of magic alone, the difference between you and me is like heaven and earth."

Upon hearing those arrogant words, Bazdilot observed them closely.

An indescribable magical power emanated from his body as if without limit.

The fact that a great hero like Alcides could be sent flying by the magical impact of a mere glare is already terrifying.

A normal person taking a hit would have consequences no less severe than being shot in the head.

this woman

what happened?

"Ah"

Standing there with her arms crossed and spotless, Ishtar knew the other person was also wondering about something.

But she had no intention of explaining it to the other person.

Bazderot is the Master of the Dragon Ball Wars.

He summoned a Berserker-class Servant and sent it out.

Ishtar knew about these things from the beginning.

The purpose of coming here was to launch a sneak attack while that Berserker was away.

If the opponent has to switch back to defend, it will be quite troublesome.

They might send a Caster instead.

She wouldn't want to do that.

If I really want to do it, I'm good enough on my own.

With that foul's "support," not only would Alcides be blocking her way, but even Gilgamesh wouldn't be able to stop her.

As a goddess, I can use this power more effectively.

The only thing I'm worried about is the Heroic Spirits from the Dragon Ball Wars; those are the more troublesome opponents.

But as long as they're not around, there's nothing to worry about.

"Pfft!!"

With a flick of his finger, the magic bullet that was meant for his heart struck another part of his body.

"!"

A section of his shoulder had been cut off, as if it had been gnawed on.

Despite suffering such an injury, Bazdilot only let out a muffled groan.

"Did you avoid it?"

"However, that level of blow would have killed an ordinary person."

"You're so filthy to have that kind of thing inside your body."

Witnessing the other party's miserable state, Ishtar commented unhappily.

In the blink of an eye, black mud gushed from Bazdilot's mutilated shoulder, and the injured area was instantly restored.

This black mud is a filth called "the evil of this world".