Chapter 737

【Of course, that would inevitably be a mutually destructive outcome.】

【The pitch-black knight caught his breath and looked at Rider: "You still have that Reality Marble Noble Phantasm you can use; if you have the help of multiple Servants, perhaps you can tear through her defenses."】

【The King of Conquerors listened to the link with his Master, hearing Kuroba Kaito's breathing, which sounded like a bellows, and spread his hands.】

【"Well, even if we squeezed that kid Kaito dry, he wouldn't have enough magical energy."】

【Even if a Master's magical energy is used to build the connection pipeline, the quality of the pipeline determines the Servant's magical energy reserves.】

【"Hahaha, then there's nothing to be done. Knight of Camelot, we'll just have to see whose luck is worse."】

【That's what he said, but Servants don't know what it means to give up.】

【The King didn't care at all; as the knight charged again, he gripped the reins, preparing to dash forward.】

【Suddenly.】

【He sensed something and looked back abruptly.】

【Almost simultaneously.】

【Lancelot, who was slaughtering his way through the roots, felt a jolt of terror. Sensing a terrifying sense of crisis, he instantly vanished like foam, turned around while gripping his sword, and transformed into a beam of light, traveling ten thousand meters in an instant.】

【"Who?!!!"】

【What met his eyes was light.】

【Coming from the distant horizon, like a golden heavenly dragon, piercing the heavens and tearing through the void—the ultimate light!】

【Like a giant sword spanning the sky, it pierced through hundreds of li, brushing past his previous position, and slammed fiercely into the layered, magnificent roots.】

【"Boom—!!"】

【Even the aftermath triggered a massive riot in the void, causing layers of colossal branches to fall.】

【Just like an eraser, it easily wiped away the towering root clusters along with the clouds.】

【"Kept you waiting..."】

【The soft light of the early morning sun shone down.】

【It plated the heroic King, who was as beautiful as a fairy and held a holy sword, in a golden outline, making that immense aura that swept across the heavens and covered the four poles appear even more towering and vast.】

【As if stepping on the sunlight, the King approached with sword in hand, revealing a faint smile: "Rider, Sir Lancelot..."】

【"Saber (King)?!!!"】

【Looking at the brilliant, pale-silver King stepping through the light, the King of Conquerors' expression shifted. Feeling a certain danger, his muscles tensed subconsciously. Only after realizing it did he look on in disbelief: "You..."】

【Clearly, the aura had not increased in the slightest, and the appearance and posture had not changed, yet it gave him an extremely dangerous feeling.】

【It was as if some kind of completion had been achieved; compared to before, there was a sense of being perfectly rounded and flawless.】

【"This brilliant, shining radiance, this composed and proud posture—you've returned..."】

【That undefeated King, who on a chaotic and ruined land had donned armor, raised the holy sword, led them through life and death, and time and again created miracles to slay calamities, had returned.】

【Lancelot's body trembled slightly, and he lowered his head, as if his eyes were stung by the radiance.】

【"Yes, I have come, so..."】

【The pale-silver King slowly raised his head, looking at the magnificent roots that were rapidly filling the gap and layered over each other to block the sky.】

【The golden patterns on the pale blue blade in his hand lit up, and he suddenly drew his sword; a sword light rose from the earth.】

【Once again, the King's brilliant radiance revealed its own unstoppable divine might.】

【The rolling golden torrent crushed forward, and everything blocking the view—the thick roots filling the sky—was torn apart like paper. It roared past in an instant, piercing through the entire "shell," revealing the azure sky of early morning, and vanished into the vast deep space of the universe.】

【"... It's over."】

【The dashing King stood like a brilliant monument, locking eyes with the slender figure high above in the gap, his vast voice echoing between heaven and earth.】

【Clear and faint, as if simply stating a reality.】

……..

Silence.

After a long while, someone gasped: "My god, the intensity is completely different."

"Holy crap, I remember it being said that Lancelot's Arondight was the sister sword to Excalibur, possessing near-equal power? You call this 'near'?"

Many people from other worlds felt that supreme aura radiating out, and they were stunned.

It was simply incredible.

This didn't even seem to be the release of Excalibur, yet it looked more impressive than Lancelot's For Someone's Glory or Arondight.

Was that Noble Phantasm called the Sword of Promised Victory this strong before?

Even if both are A++ quality, the difference is too great.

"Because the 'sister sword' only refers to the material that carries the concept."

A veteran known as the Toad Sage sighed: "In ancient legends, this is the supreme holy sword forged by the Fairy of the Lake.

Just like the legend of the 'Death of King Arthur,' it represents domination and destruction, thus being called the symbol of heroic power, the weapon of the King of Kings, and the invincible sword of world hegemony.

Because it was gifted by the Lady of the Lake, it is also called the Sword of the Lake..."】

"Wait!"

High School DxD world.

Rias frowned and asked: "Didn't you all say before that this holy sword is the strongest fantasy, the embodiment of the light of the stars, transcending all time and space, and the dream itself that all living beings could not realize?

Why has it now become domination and destruction?"

Just the light it radiated caused the devils of their Underworld to evaporate in droves, burning to death in that holy and brilliant light.

How could such a holy sword be domination and destruction?

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. My King's sword was born for glory and protection."

"Are you kidding? With that kind of radiance, how could it symbolize destruction?"

At this moment.

People from many worlds could not accept this and argued back, emotionally agitated.

Even though the Heroic Spirits all had their own unique charm—the upright and peerless hero Diarmuid, the heroic and hot-blooded King of Conquerors, the mysterious and scheming Caster, the arrogant yet rightfully so oldest King of Heroes Gilgamesh...

Each one had gained considerable popularity in various worlds, and many temples had already been built, with endless streams of worshippers daily.

Many even believed that even across time and space, their true forms located in the supreme heavenly realm—the Throne of Heroes—could surely perceive their faith and love.

Yes.

In the eyes of various worlds, Heroic Spirits are peerless, powerful gods.

So, the Hall of Heroes, which houses countless such gods and even transcends the circle of time and space, is naturally the supreme heavenly realm.

In short.

Compared to the King of Conquerors and others who each had their own fanatical believers, Saber, who was more brilliant and dazzling, seemed like an upright Valkyrie, and had always protected others, had overwhelmingly higher popularity.

(Their worlds didn't have a protagonist to protect them.)

That kind of dazzling radiance, as if the entire body were releasing pure light, from the material realm to the spiritual realm.

How could anyone not yearn for it?

Countless people yearned for that upright girl, who was as brilliant as the morning star.

Even veterans who always joked that Saber was a pushover never actually doubted her strength or integrity.

Domination and destruction?

Does this have anything to do with Saber... hmm?

In many people's minds, a black figure with golden eyes and white hair suddenly flashed—that was the Black Saber from the Fifth Holy Grail War.

Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap...

Could that be how Saber was supposed to appear?

At this time.

The veteran calling himself the "Toad Sage" continued: "Because that Sword of the Lake is just a carrier, a shell, carrying the light of the stars, the strongest fantasy.

The Holy Sword of the Stars is the Sword of the Lake, but the Sword of the Lake is not the Holy Sword of the Stars. Perhaps only when facing enemies that threaten human order will it reveal the light of the stars.

Or perhaps..."

He looked at the sky: "When gathered with Avalon, the utopia that is isolated from the world and far from the mundane, the normal release of the Noble Phantasm might just be a trickle of the true power of the Holy Sword of the Stars."

"?!!"

This isn't the true form of the holy sword? It doesn't even count as a trickle?

Ninja world, Ocean world... countless people recalled that golden torrent in their minds, like a rushing river, like a raging wave, roaring and growling, washing away everything, purifying everything, and they were stunned.

That was just a trickle of its true power?

Holy crap.

Holy crap.