Chapter 840

Saw the courage and dreams symbolizing humanity, saw human history itself.

Even for the people on the scene who hadn't seen it, there was a strong shock and indescribable longing.

Releasing Asuka, the young man walked slowly up the temple amidst the worship of the two giants of light bowing their heads and the awe-struck gaze of everyone.

"Ask one more time..."

Before that holy sword inserted on the ancient stone platform, as if burning with brilliant flames.

The young man, who had always been nonchalant, was solemn and majestic at this moment, overlooking everyone, his voice as if coming from outside the sky, covering everything, piercing through flesh and soul, as if an ancient god of humanity was questioning.

"Are you ready? Juniors~~"

Following that gaze.

Infected by this shocking atmosphere, Kitahara Iori, Ikari Shinji, and even Asuka, whose chests were about to explode with excitement, stepped forward in unison.

"Yes, we have long been determined."

Including Kitahara Iori and Ikari Shinji, thirty-four people knelt on one knee in unison, the sonorous sound as if it were about to pierce heaven and earth.

"Then..."

Inside and outside the screen.

In everyone's nervous gaze, the young man slowly pulled out the brilliant holy sword from the stone platform that looked like an altar and held it up.

"Swear! Swear to this holy sword that witnesses human history!"

Brilliant but not dazzling light radiated from the holy sword, illuminating the entire world, piercing through flesh and soul, piercing through their existence from the past to the future.

They felt the heat of every particle in their bodies, and even their souls; everything seemed to slow down, and their heartbeats were urgently audible.

Urgently thumping, almost jumping out of their chests.

Nervous!

Glory!

Pressure!

They were incomparably excited, but suppressed the urge to roar, and the low, solemn voice echoed from their throats.

In the gaze of the giant symbolizing brilliance, in the expectation of the great existence, in the witness of the human history and the predecessors, they instinctively vibrated the words of the oath.

"I will offer my soul to humanity, offer my life to the future, today is so, every day is so..."

"I will abandon hesitation, kill fear, not retreat, not give up, save everything, keep the oath, until death."

(Note: The meaning of Ultraman is superman, saint.

Ultraman Noah is Superman Noah, Saint Noah.

Of course, not the true body. Chuan).

454. True Body of Heroic Spirit Descends, Fourteen Oaths!!

Solemn, sonorous voices full of determination and will rippled out, swearing under the light radiated by the raised brilliant holy sword.

At this moment, it seemed as if time was witnessing, and space was resonating.

At first, it was the voices of thirty-four people, but then one by one, old or young, women or men, deep or immature voices sounded from all directions.

Overlapping with their figures, as if the past and the future overlapped.

The onlookers' pupils shrank.

In a trance, they seemed to see a shimmering, illusory silver river, with no visible origin and no known destination, filled with vicissitudes and silence.

And in every node of it, there seemed to be a group of people.

Different ages, different species, but equally firm, equally unhesitating people kneeling on one knee from the upper and lower reaches of the timeline, swearing and resonating together.

The thirty-four people involved could even feel the predecessors of the past and the successors of the future, as if they were located beside them, their voices overlapping with theirs.

Transcending the concept of time and space, echoing from this boundless land.

"We are the sword, the sword that guards the continuation of humanity, for survival and justice, this ambition will not change, this heart will not fall, ten thousand years, ten thousand times ten thousand years!"

"We are the scales, the guardians of the scales, practicing the way of man, following the reason of man, crossing the wheel of suppression, guarding the reason of the cosmic domain."

"We are the fire, igniting hope, driving away darkness, the fire that illuminates the future, we will raise the torch for the multiverse, for all pan-humanity, for all those who have fallen into despair, and illuminate the future."

"In such a long night, burn life to light the lamp!"

The more they recited, the higher the voice, the more consistent, gradually as if roaring, as if declaring, forming a tremor of the heart, making the reality space shake.

"Like this..."

Holding the shining holy sword that was radiant with light, the young man, who seemed to have turned into a sacred being, solemnly pointed the holy sword virtually.

"I, as the holder of brilliance, the sword-holder of human reason, grant recognition!"

The voice was but a whisper, yet it turned into a magnificent sound.

It turned into something that seemed to pierce through space and time, starting from above all things, spreading toward all worlds, tangible or intangible, illusory or real.

Resonating with heaven and earth, echoing with all things.

At the same time.

The giant of brilliance, watching with compassion and lowered eyebrows, also emitted an overlapping sound that seemed to come from outside the sky:

"I, Noah of Brilliance, recognize your hearts of protection; you will always hold hope and watch over the light."

Almost the next moment.

A gust of wind blew from nowhere, setting off whirlwinds, turning into a giant like a storm, vibrating into a grand sound.

"I, the crown of the courage of the kings of Greece, Heracles, recognize your courage; you will have the strength of a bull, unstoppable!"

Another wisp of flames gathered, instantly forming a sea of fire that burned everything, and vaguely, a ten-thousand-foot demon shadow laughed in it, transmitting a wild girl's voice: "I, the Roman Emperor, the master of all things, Nero, recognize your strong desires; you will be loved by flames and will not die by fire."

And again, I don't know when.

A bright sun appeared in the sky, but it wasn't scorching, the light was soft and warm, and vaguely, a white-haired god wearing golden armor and holding a long spear could be seen watching them softly.

"Karna, recognize your hearts of compassion; you will be loved by the sun, there will never be darkness in your eyes, and you will not die by a stab in the back."

"This is..."

Live broadcast room.

Countless people's voices trembled: "True body of Heroic Spirit?"

That kind of magnificent posture, even if it was just a phantom across an unknown distance of time and space, gave them a sense of greatness and transcendence that surpassed all things and was like the law itself.

But the feeling in it was no different from the Servants of the past.

It was still that feeling of being humanity itself; just by watching, one could see phantoms of incredible achievements engraved with time.

"B-Uncle? One of the three golden targets, Karna? Crown-rank Rider candidate Noah?... and the Roman tyrant Nero?"

Powerful.

No.

It had already exceeded the concept of powerful, and was a kind of greatness, a greatness that transcended time and space and ranked at the end of the laws.

Undoubtedly, no matter how much confidence they had in these heroes of human history, this was definitely not a level that a Servant's body could reach.

It must be the prototype of all heroes in time and space that only existed in legends but had never appeared in the world... Heroic Spirit!

They were shocked by this, but what made them even more incredible was just the scale of this oath...

Being able to move the true bodies of Heroic Spirits sleeping on the Throne of Heroes to cast their gaze down.

This Chaldea is definitely not the one they saw in the Sky Curtain, at least it's a future several years later.

"B-Uncle..."

Many people's gazes were dull.

That was the true body of B-Uncle.

Heracles' popularity was even higher than most main gods in the Greek pantheon, and his courage was even above the gods.

Having become a Heroic Spirit, he was probably many grades stronger than when he was alive.

And Karna...

This person's Noble Phantasm was the god-killing spear, a one-hit kill, currently the strongest single-target Noble Phantasm, the strongest anti-divine armament.

As everyone knows, Heroic Spirits are hard to say, but Servants are all about restraint, and special attacks are god-like.

If it was aimed at gods, they even suspected that even if it was a Servant's body, even if it was an ordinary Spirit Foundation, this person could kill a main god in one hit.

EX-rank anti-divine, single-target, special attack Noble Phantasm.

As long as this person projected a Servant's body, any bullshit six great Demon God Beasts would probably have to kneel and talk.

The three golden targets were not just for show.

"Wait, even B-Uncle and Karna appeared, then..."