Chapter 336: The Monsters of Fuyuki

The sword qi rang out with a sharp hum, colorless and formless, only stirring waves of water when it engulfed invaders—serene yet perilous beyond measure.

Eight of the Nine Divine Weapons pulsed in unison, guarding around the swordsman, as countless swords and weapons flowed like an endless river of steel from the distant horizon, converging from the flames that burned the world.

He made no move, merely standing still, left arm cradling the snow-white girl whose arms encircled his neck, right hand holding the Divine Flail, silently awaiting the arrival of something.

A spatial tunnel opened, and more Servants summoned by the Counter Force entered this place—but no matter what Servant arrived, they were immediately met by the inverted flood of swords.

Some powerful Servants unleashed their mythic forms, carving through the flood with unstoppable force, their Noble Phantasms glowing over their bodies, or teleporting across space to escape—only to be met by the counterattack of the Fifth Holy Grail War's Servants.

Magic supply required no consideration; before the Great Grail, the Caster bestowed upon all present Servants a magical source he had shaped, effectively granting each a temporary internal Grail for power, while the enhanced magics from the Age of Gods raised every Servant's parameters by at least one tier.

"Hercules?!!"

A Servant from the age of Greek mythology, though startled, did not pause—his assigned task by the Counter Force remained to be fulfilled.

One, two… when the number of Servants who broke through reached thirteen, a spear piercing the rainbow plunged into the earth, and the Jade Barrier Shield manifested—had one looked down from above, they would see all of Fuyuki wrapped in a thin veil of golden light.

In the sky, a rain of swords fell, the stream swallowing over fifty magus Servants outside Enzo Mountain—their forms shattered, the spatial tunnels unable to sustain.

Within Fuyuki City, prearranged talisman patterns absorbed Source Stones, cold winds howling, divine light targeting spiritual entities and souls surged skyward, while various bell inscriptions spread from the four corners of Fuyuki.

Da Vinci: Spiritual Base reaction is plummeting rapidly!?!

Da Vinci: There's a massive barrier covering all of Fuyuki City!

"Is this for real… that guy…" The Chaldea Red A's wounds had healed; he said, bare-armed: "What kind of anomaly has emerged in this timeline to have grown this far?"

"It's the power of love," said Tenzan Lixiang, his blue eyes bright as he grinned from atop the bear.

"With Ilya and Weigong Shilang together, you gain power that makes the entire world tremble—Shilang, do you regret not choosing me, your elder sister?"

"So this is the truth behind the route without Ilya?" young Ilya fretted: "If I'm with my brother… will the future also become like this?"

"Stop joking—what kind of terrifying chemical reaction is this?" the Chaldea Red A sighed. "This is terrible."

Not only the current situation, but also his personal reputation—after returning to Chaldea, another name would be added to the list of Servants children must watch out for.

Tenzan Lixiang, surrounded by Servants of Chaldea, watched the scene and remarked: "All A-rank Noble Phantasms—you've been preparing for a long time, haven't you?"

Aside from the projected Noble Phantasms, there were swords drawn from spatial items—he didn't wait, like Heroic Spirit Kiritsugu, to project them when needed; he had a way to store and preserve weapons in advance.

"Apart from these swords, everything else isn't my own power—just borrowed tools I use to protect Fuyuki from the battle's fallout," said Weigong Shilang honestly.

"My original hypothetical enemy was Gilgamesh, restored to his prime by some Noble Phantasm or divine drug, in his serious state—I never considered this scenario."

Gilgamesh drew the Ea directly, his crimson eyes, symbols of divinity, now devoid of their former laziness.

"Not bad, Faker. In a proper Holy Grail War, I'd truly enjoy fighting you as you are now."

As he spoke, eight Divine Weapons vibrated the void, their divine radiance vast, slicing down a Servant who had transformed his body into a rainbow of light.

Weigong Shilang watched the remains dissolve into spiritual particles; the shield that fell bore an unknown bird emblem, and he couldn't help but recall the texts he'd once seen in history books.

These are all heroes from their respective myths and histories.

Their fierce battle aura and lofty will, their Noble Phantasms that burned themselves—surely they were great figures beloved by those they protected in life.

'Forgive me—our positions differ.' Weigong Shilang turned his gaze to the Chaldea side, where Saber was blocking numerous Servants on her path.

At this moment, Weigong Shilang grew even calmer.

Correct—the die is cast.

Many things need not be overthought, yet must be done.

What I must do now—

"As a Master, I should address you as Senior Weigong," said Tenzan Lixiang, stepping out from among the protecting Servants, fearless as he faced Weigong Shilang: "Senior, please tell me—what exactly are you going to do?"

"As you see, I initially only wished to end this Holy Grail War without bloodshed," said Weigong Shilang with a smile.

"I wish you'd told me your progress in the conquest from the moment we first met—I'd have been wary of Rasputin."

"Ugh—sorry, it's my fault!" Tenzan Lixiang pressed his forehead, his brain trembling; he'd actually believed that guy's claim that 'no one understands the Fifth Holy Grail War better than he does.'

"It's my fault for bringing him here—I'm truly sorry!"

"It's fine," said Weigong Shilang, unconcerned. "I was going to clash with the rigid Counter Force eventually—this is just sooner than expected."

"Back to the point—Senior Weigong, you must complete the Holy Grail now?" Tenzan Lixiang's hand dropped, his gaze solemn.

"If you're willing, we can record the Spiritual Bases of all Servants in this Holy Grail War, so they may be summoned again—then destroying the Great Grail would…"

"Not bad," said Weigong Shilang, nodding as Tenzan Lixiang stared in surprise, then smiled: "But allow me to decline."

"Go, Saber," said Ilya softly. "Bring me Lyselotte and the Celestial Robe."

Da Vinci: Spiritual Base reaction: Sion—detected formation of dimensional barrier! Eliminating possibility of Sub-Singularities and Singularities! Rise in Anomaly Band probability.

A talisman disc flew from Weigong Shilang's storage pouch, its Eight Trigrams rotating, Five Elements settling into place.

The heavy spatial barrier that had previously sealed the vast underground cavity beneath Enzo Mountain instantly lost one layer of oppressive weight—then, a king's divine weapon burst from the earth, flying back to circle around Weigong Shilang.

"Must you do this?" said Tenzan Lixiang. "Senior Weigong—"

"Useless, Tenzan," Heroic Spirit Kiritsugu interrupted. "That man's nature is this way—you can't reason with him."

"You can see it plainly—I'm already irreconcilable with the Counter Force," said Weigong Shilang, slowly stepping out from the illusion of the sword wasteland, as if emerging from myth into reality.

"Go, Saber."

Saber nodded, transforming into a gust of wind as she leapt into the tunnel above the cavern.

The Chaldea Artoria glanced back, her gaze complex as she looked toward Weigong Shilang and Tenzan Lixiang.

"That weapon was not born from this planet's history," said Gilgamesh, suddenly interested, gazing at Weigong Shilang's Nine Divine Weapons.

"If wielded with full power, and if the planet's protective devices failed, this world would indeed become a dead star in an instant."

"Not every one is equal—nine together form a set…"

"You're a forger, yet with these relics, your twisted existence, and your unpredictable power growth—you're exactly the kind of human evil the Counter Force should eliminate! Hahaha! This is hilarious!!!"

"Human evil…" Weigong Shilang disliked this man—yet in this situation, he himself was one of the architects of Fuyuki's fate. Suddenly remembering something, he called out: "Angela, Manu."

"Do you mean like this?" His voice suddenly split into two tones—mocking and gentle—echoing through the underground cavern.

In an instant, intense malice radiated from Weigong Shilang, rivaling the malice summoned by Yanfeng Qili's Noble Phantasm; patterns like cursed seals spread across his face.

Gilgamesh's laughter instantly cut off; he froze in place.

Red A stared in shock at Weigong Shilang over there.

The cause of Human Evil is not malice, but human desire itself.

Because humans often yearn for a better future, yet this desire gives rise to Human Evil.

If he had possessed this power in his youth, the fundamental reason was that he had become Human Evil.

Consistent.

The Servants around them instantly tensed; Mash raised her shield and charged forward to shield Tenzan Lixiang behind her.

"Angra Mainyu?" Tenzan Lixiang asked tentatively.

"What? This guy knows me?" The pattern faded from Weigong Shilang's body; the irritable voice said, "Boring."

"Just a joke," Weigong Shilang said to Tenzan Lixiang:

"I'm a real human—don't get that wrong."

"One day, at least within this world's scope, human malice will vanish alongside the Beast."

Da Vinci: People with this kind of thought always end up becoming incredible villains.

Da Vinci: Just a reminder—the Spirit Base response has reappeared; this time, several powerful Spirit Bases have emerged.

Xiweng: There are already five thousand cavalry, and the number keeps growing; Tenzan, time is running short.

Gilgamesh said: "The formation of the Lostbelt is already inevitable."

"You must make your choice—if you leave this guy unchecked, the future of this main branch might overwrite the present you inhabit."

Tenzan Lixiang fell silent for several seconds, then looked at Weigong Shilang and asked:

"After completing the Third Magic, what do you plan to do next? Leave this world?"

A sea of swords surged; under the energy supply of Illya as the Holy Grail, projected Noble Phantasms continuously flew out beyond Yuancang Mountain.

Weigong Shilang glanced at the Nine Divine Weapons circling him; five Royal Divine Weapons merged into the sea of swords and rode the surging tide away.

Then he pulled out a jade bottle, uncorked it, and drank the liquid inside—this time, Weigong Shilang had no intention of letting the Servants summoned by the World's Inhibition remain here.

Weigong Shilang wiped his mouth, then took out a metallic cylindrical object and placed it on the ground:

"I originally thought doing this was excessive, but since they intend to turn this place into a Pruned Phenomenon, I should strike back."

"I don't know what it'll become, but it should make this planet's Inhibition a little more obedient."

He glanced upward; his gaze seemed to pierce through the rock and see the sky. He silently thought in his mind—Fantasy Collapse.

Da Vinci: Spirit Base count: 0, all eliminated.

"Target!" Tenzan Lixiang shouted loudly: "Destroy the Great Holy Grail!!!"

Chaldea

"Monster," Goldluf Muji trembled. "Can that thing really be human?"

"According to the detection results, it's 100% human," Xiweng pushed up his glasses.

"But the nature of the power he carries is extremely complex; whether he'll remain human in the future is uncertain. Previous analysis suggests his body can generate divine power—he might evolve into a god."

"He might even be an Immortal," Tai Gongwang smiled at the screen, but his tone held doubt: "His divine power originated from spiritual energy, and the spells, arrays, and talismans he uses follow orthodox Daoist styles—not demonic or wild beast methods. Yet his name doesn't appear on the Immortal Realm's graduate list."

"It doesn't make sense. The Divine Whip is real—not a copy, but the genuine article."

Goldluf Muji exclaimed: "Do people from the Parallel World appear on the list too?"

Goldluf Muji exclaimed, "Do people from the Parallel World also appear on the list?"

"There's only one Immortal Realm. I asked several friends I could reach; in their memories, whether from the distant past, the present, or even branching timelines, this person never existed."

"The only lead—the original Divine Whip—is still in the Immortal Realm."

"Still, since Yuanshi Tianzun didn't mention it, I didn't ask—but I doubt it's something he gave him, hahaha."

"Just what is that Emiya?" Da Vinci groaned. "There's clearly a huge secret here—could this lead to something worse than the Lostbelt?!"

"With the Star-Devouring crisis nearing its end," Goldluf Muji slumped against the control panel, his face pale. "What kind of story is this, like an opening prologue? A nightmare?"

"We still have a chance. Weigong Shilang has no killing intent toward Tenzan Lixiang, and our goal is only to destroy the Great Holy Grail," Xiweng said, holding a data tablet.

"With Chaldea's current deployed forces, plus Tenzan's use of Spirit Base Shadows, our odds are about 79%."

"Other local Servants are only five in number, and the Masters are useless under these conditions."

On the screen, every Master was surrounded by a golden shield.

Ge Mu Zongyi launched several punches, pinning the blade between his thigh and elbow; Saber Artoria flew backward.

Tohsaka Rin held a sharp gemstone sword and unleashed brilliant light; Chaldea's magical energy detection instantly rose several points.

"That's… the Second Magic, isn't it?"

Kiritsugu Sakura hadn't moved yet, but she was locked in gaze with the several deities possessing her.

"What happened in that Holy Grail War?"

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