Chapter 515

Even at this moment, most of them were far from their prime, but that was still a genuine divine-realm level of 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 power?

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, as if cutting a canvas, splitting the composite divine power of the sky in two.

Stylish.

Sharp.

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

Holding the end of the holy sword, Excalibur, she slashed through the strongest attack of the gods coming together, turned around without caring, 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 on the other side of the planet, London... Earthlings, people from other worlds, the strong, the weak... countless people looked at this scene in a daze.

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.

Her pale, slender wrist held the holy sword and swung it, easily slashing away the joint strike of the Kings, and on her face, which was as clear as snow and flawless, 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 their heads 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 became lower and lower: "I'm a bit unwilling."

Who could be willing to accept this?

When the summoning array lit up, let alone her, even Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, who always had a poker face without any fluctuations, stopped breathing and looked at the magic array in suffocation.

In his heart, he was screaming frantically, begging it to be himself.

Let others know that his cool-guy aura was gone.

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

Kazuma was even more frantically clutching his head, visibly disappointed.

Even Haruno herself couldn't believe it.

Could it actually... be me?

Originally, it was just a struggle by everyone present who didn't want to die meaninglessly in the collision of the Kings like ants.

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

Why?

In terms of willpower, she was not the strongest among them, and 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 almost the same moment, she raised her pale 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."

Never like Yukino, experiencing the bond with Saber in dreams again and again.

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

But she knew that Saber's only wish for participating in the Holy Grail War was to change history, not to pull out that "King-Selecting Sword" again, and not to become a King; that was just the appearance.

The root cause was because 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 invaders.

And every word she said was true.

You tell me, were the Old Kings invaders? Did they slaughter? They were going to return to the primitive era, so were they tyrannical rulers?

Sure enough.

Under the information in Haruno's short order, the imposing King's temperament changed instantly.

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

Holding the supreme holy sword, she slowly turned around and curled up 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, and even those who hadn't moved before, wanting to wait for the Star of Flesh and Blood and the others to both suffer, secretly regretted it.

At this moment, Saber was no longer restraining herself, and They clearly perceived that essence.

They realized with horror that it was an essence that even approached the end of the mythological realm, side-by-side with their Mother Goddess. That was an essence they both craved and feared.

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

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 before them held 【Victory】, the victory that inevitably arrives.

It is the 【Victory】 of a conceptual level that reaches causality.

Damn it.

What is wrong with this world?

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

"Share?"

Saber, lingering in thunder and storms, laughed out of anger, and with the holy sword, a torrent of light erupted into the sky.

Let alone her, people all over the world cursed.

Damn it, you gods have been in the sky for too long, have you become so arrogant that you've become idiots?

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

Damn you, damn 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 seemed like a sharp sword cutting open the blood-colored sky, the Star of Flesh and Blood said hurriedly.

The twenty gods of theirs only had seventy percent to share...

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

It's not that they were afraid of the life form before them who seemed completely conceptualized and manifested with materialized soul, but they were wary of her true body, which was located in 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 looked over with her head tilted.

"Aren't you going to come together?"

The peculiar temperament made everyone in the world 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.

Suddenly, the Old Kings were furious, looking coldly at the King.

"You are courting death."

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