Chapter 518

294. All Fifth War Heroic Spirits are back! Gilgamesh: I am the weakest??

Standing high above the sky, the arrogant woman overlooked the kings, and the surging magic power dyed heaven and earth into a gorgeous purple.

As soon as she appeared, she crushed the joint attack of two great gods, and the performance was simply ridiculously gorgeous.

C-Ma fans all over the world, and even the new religion that worships Heroic Spirits as gods, were crazy, venting their fanaticism hysterically and praising them.

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

This wave was truly saved.

"Hahaha, our King, who holds one of the ultimate god-made armaments and the strongest fantasy, plus Medea, the great mage of the age of gods at the end of mages.

Extreme quality combined with incomparable 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 C-Ma gather in reality, and even fight side by side."

In everyone's eyes.

The imposing king stood up, lifting the broken plates.

Overbearing, suffocating golden fighting spirit rose into the sky like a fiery 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 the gorgeous blue eyes filled heaven and earth with a murderous and sharp aura, and even caused snow to drift in the April sky.

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

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

The brilliant king drew her sword to fight again, charging into the divine group, blocking seven gods with one sword.

"Saber is still as shining as ever."

Gorgeous purple hair danced, and the beautiful witch smiled lightly, raising her fair wrist.

Surging magic power to the limit, ripples spread from the sky behind her, as if infinitely replicated, forming a gorgeous and beautiful wing.

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

In the dense ripples, terrifying divine light was ready to go; even the kings felt a crisis like needle pricks.

As if carrying wings that hung from the sky, the witch overlooked the kings indifferently.

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

"... death!"

On the scarlet vortex.

The lips of the four-faced, eight-armed Scarlet King trembled.

By this time, even he felt a hint of ominousness.

The two of them joining forces was already a qualitative change, and they were qualified to challenge their nineteen together.

But...

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

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

Gods cannot be insulted.

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

Moreover, three Central True Kings were resurrected among their nineteen gods!

Central True Kings, even one-on-one, are not necessarily weaker than the unknown life forms in front of them.

At most, it's a draw.

The kings had gloomy faces, ready to go.

Such a sweet and rich world, no matter what, they had to take a bite...

Fuck, coming again?!!!

The gods all over the sky turned back in collapse.

I don't know when, right under their noses, those little bugs they didn't even look at had done it again, starting a summoning!

It was even the array patterns drawn on the god's corpse that had been blown to the distance, squeezing the blood essence of the god's corpse, and another brilliant pillar of light rose into the sky.

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, the great detective Mouri.

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 wasn't even over yet!

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

"Humble bugs, I will roast you with the underworld's yin fire for ten thousand years!!!!"

Several gods were furious, and giant hands covered in black scales grabbed them; terrifying divine might spread, and large areas of space couldn't bear it and groaned.

Fuck you.

Is it ever going to end?

The gods were about to curse.

During the probing, they had a rough idea; they could handle one such existence, two were okay, three would make them hesitate whether to give up this world, but you have five?!!!

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

Even people all over the world were a bit confused.

They all thought they had run away, but they actually took advantage of the god's corpse being blown away by Medea to summon a third Servant?

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

This wave is really stable.

It's just that I 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 hooked on her fair, exquisite face; she held the ultimate holy sword tightly with both hands, the silver-white sword body lit up with even more fiery light, and she turned and waved it.

Boom!

The overbearing and magnificent golden torrent roared out, tearing through the vacuum, rolling the clouds, instantly piercing the firmament, like a giant sword shooting out, piercing through the mountains, and even straight through the crater 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.

"Did Saber release a Noble Phantasm?"

"No, it should be magic power release."

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

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

When people's eyes were shining with excitement.

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, and even they, the extensions of the world, can't hold it.

And just with this hesitation, the third strong enemy descended.

"Long time no see, Saber; this time we must decide the winner."

In the hearty voice.

A heroic young man in a refreshing blue tight suit walked out of the light screen, carrying a scarlet magic spear.

Cú Chulainn, the demigod of Ulster in Irish mythology, the Child of Light, appeared.

Immediately after.

"Block?"

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

Heroic Spirit Yukino.

The guardian of the restraint, the lonely traveler in endless slaughter.

In her casual steps, fiery 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.