Chapter 87: Merlin, now it's your turn!

"Don't disbelieve me, I really am doing this to save the world."

Su Nian looked at Draco's suspicious gaze and said helplessly.

Save the world?

Destroy the world first, and then save it?

Draco thought to herself, mocking him.

However, mocking aside, her actions were not ambiguous; she was supposedly helping the Heroic Spirits defeat Angra Mainyu.

She was also looking for an opportunity to trap her.

Of course, Su Nian did not take Draco's reaction to heart, and he didn't care either.

It was his own scheme and adventure to begin with; knowing too much would not be a good thing for him.

And Angra Mainyu, upon discovering that she had temporarily lost her immortality, transformed directly into her strongest form.

The strongest form she could evolve into.

But the recorded information was limited; the strongest form she could evolve into now was still the pitch-black, filthy giant dragon.

The massive, hundreds-of-meters-long dragon body flapped its wings, whipping up gusts of wind that carried her enormous body into the air.

"Ahhhh——"

The pitch-black, highly polluting All the World's Evils sprayed from Angra Mainyu's mouth.

Its polluting and toxic nature was so strong that even Servants with a Grand Spirit Foundation were unwilling to come into contact with it.

"Avalon! The Ever-Distant Ideal Land!"

An invisible barrier directly enveloped Artoria, protecting her from the damage of Angra Mainyu's breath.

As for Iskandar, when facing Angra Mainyu's full-power breath, he neither deployed his Noble Phantasm nor offered any resistance.

He could see that under the absolute corruption of All the World's Evils, nothing could defend against it except for a Noble Phantasm like Avalon.

Even he, having obtained a Grand Spirit Foundation, was no exception.

"King's Army!"

The Conqueror King Iskandar rubbed Waver's head one last time, then grabbed the boy's head and threw him into his Reality Marble.

"Come, let this King witness the breath of a demon like you; this King will conquer you sooner or later!"

The red-haired giant opened his arms wide, welcoming Angra Mainyu's breath with his physical body.

Meanwhile, inside the Reality Marble, Waver was crying like a fountain.

"King, next time I will still be your subject and share the joy of conquest with you."

With this, the Conqueror King Iskandar exited the stage.

As for Scathach and Gilgamesh, when facing Angra Mainyu's breath, they also took no defensive measures, just like Iskandar.

After all, to open the hole, one needs the souls of high-purity Servants.

If it were a normal Holy Grail War, it would take the souls of seven Servants to open the hole.

But if they were Grand Servants, about five Servant souls would be enough to open a hole large enough to send Angra Mainyu away.

Although not explicitly stated, it was a tacit understanding among the Grand Heroic Spirits.

They all understood that they had already prepared themselves for sacrifice.

Or rather, this Servant body had been meant for sacrifice since its birth.

"Although it's not true death, am I finally able to taste the feeling of death?"

Scathach said with a smile; she knew that the Angra Mainyu before her was an opponent that even her original self could not deal with.

It was a target worthy of her challenge, so she had no regrets about this final death at the end of the Holy Grail War.

"Right, I almost forgot."

As if remembering something, Scathach threw a long spear toward Su Nian without a word.

"Do you want to come to the Land of Shadows and let me be your true master?"

Su Nian caught the crimson magic spear, and he didn't even have time to refuse.

Scathach directly threw her remaining magic spear.

"Gáe Bolg!"

The crimson magic spear condensed all of Scathach's power and was shot directly into Angra Mainyu's throat, against the breath.

It pierced through the opponent's throat, interrupting Angra Mainyu's breath.

Then Scathach was directly incinerated by the remaining breath.

To perfectly insert the magic spear into the throat, one had to throw it while facing the breath.

Scathach exited the stage.

"That's really unreasonable."

Su Nian smiled helplessly, deciding to treat it as a souvenir, and put the spear away.

It would be fine to go play in the Land of Shadows sometime, but as for truly becoming a teacher, he still had to consider it.

If it were the Scathach from Little Garden, he certainly wouldn't refuse; she was a martial god who stood above countless Gods and Buddhas, and even in Little Garden, she had few rivals.

Perhaps only beings like Indra and Zeus could surpass Scathach in martial arts.

Of course, there must be many in the divine group from his own homeland, but Su Nian didn't know much about them and wasn't very familiar with them.

After all, the descriptions of the Chinese Mythology in the original work were pitifully few.

Meanwhile, Gilgamesh was piloting the golden ark Vimana, looking coldly at Angra Mainyu.

Vimana charged toward Angra Mainyu, directly detonating the ancient nuclear warheads it carried.

And at this moment, Gilgamesh released his Noble Phantasm.

"Enuma Elish, the Star of Creation that splits Heaven and Earth! Enuma Elish!"

Together with Vimana and the ancient nuclear warhead, he struck Angra Mainyu down to the ground.

As for his body, it was reduced to ashes under the massive explosion.

As the Hero King, he was hardly one to fear death; once he understood that releasing Angra Mainyu required opening a hole,

they all chose to sacrifice their lives without hesitation.

They were very clear about one thing: restraining Angra Mainyu was not difficult, but how to push her out of the world was?

This matter could only be accomplished by the Star Holy Sword!

Therefore, they entrusted this final heavy responsibility to King Arthur.

This was the tacit understanding between those who were both Grand Heroic Spirits.

"Now, only one Servant's soul is missing; who should be sent up for that?"

Su Nian looked at Merlin with an undisguised, malicious smile.

Merlin also looked at Su Nian with a bitter expression.

"My King, could you give me a quick end?"

"Liya, Merlin is begging for a quick end, what should be done?"

Su Nian threw the question to Artoria; Su Nian believed that Artoria would certainly be able to satisfy Merlin.

On the other side, Draco unfolded her Noble Phantasm.

"Aestus Domus Aurea!"

She trapped Angra Mainyu, who no longer had the strength to resist, inside the Golden Theater.

Subsequently, she unleashed the form of her Beast of Revelation with seven heads and ten horns, and grappled with Angra Mainyu.

Of course, Draco was well aware of just how much water was being treaded.

Just how much mercy was being shown here?

Feeling Angra Mainyu's power, Draco could not help but sigh.

If Angra Mainyu were to struggle even slightly, she would be torn to shreds immediately.

On the other side, Merlin shivered as he watched Artoria, who was holding the Sword of Promised Victory one moment, the Rhongomyniad the next, wearing pitch-black armor, then missing her ahoge, and even appearing in a lion onesie.

At this moment, the different Artorias had already started fighting to compete for the chance to help Merlin find release.

The Round Table Conference inside her head was extremely chaotic, and that round table had already been shattered more times than could be counted.

Finally, after a period of friendly deliberation,

all the Artorias decided to go together and take turns teaching Merlin a lesson.

And then, Merlin experienced what it meant to be beaten by a one-man army.

In the end, he committed suicide.

(End of this chapter)