Chapter 515

Even at this moment, most of them were far from their prime, but that was still the genuine divine-level destructive power.

The vast divine power was revealed, and before it even descended, it blew up the atmosphere over dozens of surrounding cities.

"Not good."

"The Old Kings are anxious."

Many people felt a panic in their hearts.

Even if it's a Servant, even if it's a reflection of a Heroic Spirit, can it match this momentum?

Just then.

A brilliant Sword of Cliff rose from the earth, like the most gorgeous torrent of light in the universe, crisscrossing from outer space, cutting the composite divine power of the sky in two as if cutting a canvas.

Stylish.

Sharp.

The gorgeous figure in the pillar of light finally appeared before the world: holy blue imposing eyes, pale silver heavy armor, and a face so beautiful it didn't look like a human face.

Holding the Sword of Promised Victory, the end of the holy sword, she slashed through the strongest attack of the gods, turned around nonchalantly, and looked at the figure behind the magic array.

"May I ask... are you my Master?"

Suffocating.

Silence.

This moment seemed eternal, forever engraved in human history.

Cities in ruins, Paris and London on the other side of the planet... Earthlings, people from other worlds, the strong, the weak... countless people stared at this scene.

In their hearts.

The whole world was shouting.

It's her!!!

It's that legendary King of ancient Britain, the beginning of everything.

More than a year ago, it was that face, that imposing posture that opened the Sky-Curtain era, forever engraved in the hearts of countless people.

At this moment, she descended here from far beyond time and space.

A fair and slender wrist held the holy sword and waved it, easily slashing away the joint strike of the kings; on her face, which was as crystal clear and flawless as snow, a pair of gorgeous holy blue eyes looked at the woman who called her to descend.

That woman is...

The crowd around the magic array slowly turned back and looked at Yukinoshita Haruno, who was stunned and raised her wrist to touch the Command Spell.

"It's actually Haruno-nee..."

Kitagawa Marin's voice grew lower and lower: "I'm a bit unwilling."

Who could be willing?

When the summoning array lit up, let alone her, even Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, who always had a poker face, stopped breathing and stared at the magic array.

He was shouting madly in his heart, begging it to be himself.

Let others know that his cool guy persona was gone.

"Ah ah ah ah, why wasn't it me?"

Kazuma was even more directly scratching his head, visibly disappointed.

Even Haruno herself couldn't believe it.

Could it really... be me?

Originally, it was just a struggle for the people present not to die meaninglessly in the collision of the kings like ants.

As a result, not only did it succeed, but it was actually her?

Why?

In terms of willpower, she was not the strongest among the crowd; in terms of moral standards, she had self-knowledge and estimated that she was at the bottom of this group.

So why was it her?

Her thoughts were a mess, but at the same time, she raised her fair wrist and showed the scarlet Command Spell flowing with radiance.

"Saber, kill them, kill those tyrannical rulers who invaded our world and slaughtered our compatriots."

She had never been like Yukino, experiencing the bond with Saber again and again in dreams.

Nor had she ever outlined in her heart, bit by bit, what kind of person the king named Artoria Pendragon was, or what her subtle thoughts were.

But she knew that Saber's only wish for participating in the Holy Grail War was to change history, not to pull out the "Sword of Selection," not to become a king; that was just the surface.

The fundamental reason was that Britain was destroyed, and everything she was familiar with and loved was shattered.

She was trying to reverse the tragedy and save her country.

And those who destroyed her country were invaders, and those who slaughtered her compatriots were invaders.

Saber is a Heroic Spirit who achieved legend by fighting against invaders.

And every word she said was true.

You tell me, are the Old Kings invaders? Are they slaughterers? They are going to return to the primitive era; are they tyrannical rulers?

Sure enough.

Under the information in Haruno's short command, the imposing kingly temperament of the person in front of her changed.

The restrained terrifying prestige spread, pale blue electric arcs exploded on her body, lingering, circling, forming a storm spiraling upward, connecting to the sky.

Holding the supreme holy sword, she slowly turned around and hooked a cruel, cold smile.

"Like those invaders, the Saxons? I understand; I will slash these invaders to the last one."

"Wait, unknown god, we are willing to share this world with you."

The Old Kings' expressions changed; even those who hadn't acted before, wanting to wait for the Star of Flesh and Blood and others to lose both sides, secretly regretted it.

At this moment, Saber no longer restrained herself, and they clearly perceived that essence.

They realized in horror that the essence was even close to the end of the mythological realm, on par with their Mother Goddess. That was an essence they both craved and feared.

Even if the humanoid life form in front of them was just a projection, and the scale of existence was not large, it was impossible to shatter continents.

But just like slashing their joint strike with one sword earlier, at the level of the divine realm, the scale of the attack is not important; what is important is the concept held.

And the holy sword held by the beautiful life form in front of them holds 【Victory】, the inevitable victory that must arrive.

It is 【Victory】 at the conceptual level of causality.

Damn it.

What's going on with this world?

Life forms of this level exist? Could it be a world law core that has become a spirit, like the Mother Goddess?

"Share?"

Saber, lingering in thunder and storms, laughed angrily, and with a wave of her holy sword, a torrent of light shot into the sky.

Let alone her, people all over the world cursed.

Damn it, have you gods stayed in the sky for too long, becoming arrogant to the point of stupidity?

Our own world, why should we share it with you? Making it seem like you've made a lot of concessions.

Fuck you, fuck you, did you hear that?

"Thirty percent, the spiritual creatures of this world can give you thirty percent."

Seeing Saber rise with a sword, the roaring golden light cannon cut through the blood-colored sky like a sharp sword, the Star of Flesh and Blood said hurriedly.

The twenty gods only have seventy percent to share.

It is estimated that there will be an infighting later, at least eight or nine will be kicked out, and the rest will be enough to divide.

It's not that they are afraid of the life form in front of them who seems to be completely conceptualized and manifested with a materialized soul, but they are wary of her true body, which is at an unknown dimension.

But...

The girl in pale silver armor slowly pulled the holy sword from the head of an octopus-headed Old King and tilted her head to look over.

"Shall we not go together?"

The peculiar temperament made the world's people seem to see the side glance of the Sky-Curtain Black Saber back then, playful, yet chilling.

Under Saber's feet.

The twisted shell of the mountain-like Old King twitched slightly, as if there was still life, but the Star of Flesh and Blood and the others could see that this shell was already dead.

It was defeated conceptually.

Even if gods possess immortality, who knows how many tens of thousands of years it will be before the King of Hills, Lolsas, returns.

Immediately, the Old Kings were furious and looked coldly at the king.

"You are courting death."

Even if your true body is close to the limit of the divine realm, what is manifested now is just a weak reflection.