Chapter 518

294. All Heroic Spirits of the Fifth War are in place! Gilgamesh: Am I the weakest??

Standing high above the sky, the arrogant woman overlooked the Kings, and the surging magic power dyed the world into a gorgeous purple.

As soon as she appeared, she crushed the joint attack of two great gods with a wave of her hand, and the performance was simply gorgeous to the point of absurdity.

Caster fans all over the world, and even the new religion that worships Heroic Spirits as gods, were crazy, venting their fanaticism, screaming in praise.

Especially the people in the surrounding cities, they were moved to tears.

This wave is really saved.

"Hahaha, our King, who holds one of the ultimate god-made armaments and the strongest fantasy, plus the supreme mage of the Age of Gods, Medea.

The extreme quality combined with the matchless scale, not to mention completely shooting down these nineteen gods, at least we are no longer afraid."

"My god, I really didn't expect to see Saber and Caster meet in reality, and even fight side by side."

In the eyes of everyone.

The imposing King stood up, lifting the shattered plates.

The domineering, suffocating golden fighting spirit rose into the sky like a scorching flame amidst the lingering pale blue thunder, space trembled, and half the sky was dyed golden.

The pale silver heavy armor was inlaid with blue, and the hand holding the ultimate holy sword sank slightly, ready to go.

The surging fighting spirit in her gorgeous blue eyes filled heaven and earth with a murderous and sharp aura, and even made April's sky drift with flying snow.

The terrifying majesty shared heaven and earth with Medea in the sky.

And the arrogant Kings who thought they were invincible were clearly wary of it.

The glorious King drew her sword to fight again, rushing into the divine group, blocking seven gods with one sword.

"Saber is still as shining as ever."

The gorgeous purple hair danced, the beautiful witch smiled lightly, and her white wrist lifted gently.

The magic power surged to the extreme, and ripples of brilliance spread from the sky behind her, as if infinitely replicated, forming a gorgeous and beautiful wing.

Obscuring the sky and the sun, dyeing half the sky into a gorgeous purple.

In the dense ripples, terrifying majesty was ready to go, and even the Kings felt a needle-like sense of crisis.

As if growing wings that hung from the sky, the witch looked down at the Kings indifferently.

"Scum, choose, leave, or..."

"... death!"

On the scarlet giant vortex.

The Eight-Armed Four-Faced Scarlet King's four faces' lips trembled.

At this point, even he felt a trace of ominousness.

Their combined force was already a qualitative change, and they were qualified to challenge their nineteen people together.

But...

"Who gave you the courage to insult the gods? Even if you add up, you are only two people!"

The furious god let out a roar that shattered heaven and earth, and the dense eyeballs all over his body emitted dense light, crossing and sealing all space.

Gods cannot be insulted.

In the ancient era, They, who treated the world as a pasture and grazed all spirits, had an arrogance that could never be defiled.

Moreover, three True Kings of the Center were resurrected among their nineteen gods!

The True King of the Center, even one-on-one, is not necessarily weaker than the unknown life form before them.

At most, it's a draw.

The Kings had gloomy faces, ready to go.

Such a sweet and rich world, they had to take a bite...

Damn, more coming?!!!

The gods all over the sky turned around in collapse,

I don't know when, right under their noses, those little insects they didn't care about at all started summoning again!

It was even on the god's corpse that was blown to the distance, drawing array patterns, squeezing the essence of the god's corpse's flesh and blood, and another pillar of light that pierced heaven and earth rose.

In front of the pillar of light, a middle-aged man with a small mustache opened his mouth wide, stuck out his tongue, and laughed with his hands on his hips.

As expected of him, Detective Mouri Kogoro.

The spiritual vein here couldn't support a second Servant, but wouldn't it be fine to use the god's corpse as a spiritual vein!

It didn't even end!

In the south of the crater, another magnificent pillar of light rose into the sky, followed by a second one...

"Humble insects, I will roast you with the underworld fire for one hundred thousand years!!!!"

Several gods were shocked and angry, and giant hands covered in black scales grabbed them, terrifying divine power spread, and large areas of space couldn't bear it and made groans.

Damn it.

Is there no end to it?

Gods want to curse.

In the probing, they had a count; they could hold up against one such existence, and two were okay, but three would make them hesitate whether to give up this world. You have five?!!!

They couldn't have imagined that one day they would be furious because of small mortals, and couldn't imagine that mere mortals could summon such existences; it was simply too absurd!!

Even people all over the world were a bit dazed.

They all thought they were running away, but they actually took the opportunity to run to summon a third Servant while the god's corpse was blown away by Medea?

And over at New Dongmu, a second and third one succeeded?

This wave is really stable.

Just don't know if it's too late.

Just when people were worried.

Saber, who was fighting the divine group, looked back suddenly.

A smile curled up on that pale, exquisite face, her hands held the ultimate holy sword tightly, the silver-white sword body lit up with even more scorching light, and she turned around and swung it.

Boom!

The domineering and magnificent golden torrent roared out, tearing through the vacuum, rolling the clouds, and instantly hitting the firmament, like a giant sword shot out, piercing through the mountains, and even straight tearing open the crater mountain range with a diameter of tens of thousands of meters, disappearing on the horizon.

"Boom boom boom..."

The aftermath echoed, the earth roared, and the mountains collapsed.

Many people were also stunned.

"Saber released a Noble Phantasm?"

"No, it should be magic power release."

"Damn, this wave is almost catching up to the Black Saber state, right?"

"Large spiritual vein support, definitely enough magic power, but it feels like it's still a bit short of Black Saber."

When people were excited and their eyes seemed to be shining.

Several gods were also sweating coldly; the roaring light cannon almost brushed past them, and even evaporated many of their limbs.

Too scary.

This kind of terrifying torrent is like the star aurora shining in the universe, even they, these world extensions, can't hold it.

And with such a hesitation, the third strong enemy also descended.

"Long time no see, Saber, this time I must decide the winner with you."

In the refreshing voice.

In a refreshing blue tight suit, the heroic young man carried a scarlet magic spear and walked out of the light curtain.

The Irish mythology Ulster's demigod, the Child of Light, Cú Chulainn, appeared.

Immediately after.

"Block?"

As if talking to her Master, the silver-haired woman was wrapped in a capable tight leather suit on her tall figure, her crystal-clear snow-white hair dancing with the wind, and on her exquisite face, the corners of her mouth carried a careless arc.

Heroic Spirit Yukino.

The guardian of the suppression force, the lonely traveler in endless slaughter.

In her scattered footsteps, scorching electric light exploded, black and white twin swords were built in her hands, and she looked up at the Kings in the sky with a frivolous smile.

"Another me, can't block it; it should be fine if I kill them, right?"

This familiar figure, familiar style, made many people stunned.