Chapter 1261

"This is"

Joan of Arc's eyes held a hint of confusion, as well as shock and disbelief.

"Just an ordinary barren hill!"

Su Han gave no reply; he lifted his head, his brows slightly furrowed, "Just as I anticipated."

Joan of Arc froze.

Just as I anticipated—before she could ask what that meant, she felt an immensely terrifying oppressive force.

The force came rushing at her, with no place to evade.

It choked her, making it hard to breathe.

At the same time, the sky above grew thick with dark clouds, lightning flashed and thunder roared—a scene of apocalypse.

Tony Isn't the Richest: "...... What's going on? Even through the livestream, I can feel that... oppressive atmosphere."

White Hu Zi: "Clearly something's happened!"

I Am a Marquis: "...... Who doesn't see something's happened? The key question is—what exactly happened?"

Wei Bo: "...... It should be just as I previously suggested! Because the normal trajectory of civilization's history has been violated."

"So the world... is beginning to repair and interfere with this altered civilization's history."

Wei Bo: "In other words, what Chairman 73 is facing now is the Inhibitor Force."

Fallen Angel Twelve-Winged Black Cat Clan: "...... Is that really necessary? It's just saving Joan of Arc, isn't it?"

Because Su Han's posts in the Hanzaigong Society about the Type-Moon setting were still incomplete, Wugeng Liuli's understanding of Type-Moon's basic setting was far inferior to Wei Bo's, as a native life of Type-Moon.

Wei Bo: "It's that serious! The Chairman's action is equivalent to altering the future."

"The impact is far deeper than you can imagine."

A tiny black dot appeared in the void, then rapidly spun—slowly, a red figure emerged.

"Red... After all, you're still that hardworking, dependable guardian of humanity!"

Su Han sighed deeply.

Ti Qie Hui Li: "...... What the hell is Red?"

Fourth Hokage: "The outcome is obvious! Chairman knows that guy across from him."

White Hu Zi: "Guraguragura! We don't know him, but the Chairman does—probably another memory copy he hasn't posted yet."

Kill Teacher: "I can't help but recall the Shin Tsukuyomi Tsukuyomi the Chairman once posted."

Arcueid: ""

Arcueid looked utterly bewildered—what does this have to do with me? Kill Teacher: "The Chairman said Shin Tsukuyomi Tsukuyomi and the Holy Grail War are the same world! Meaning there could be many other stories sharing that same world."

"All of those stories! The Chairman hasn't posted any of them!"

Kill Teacher: "Just thinking about how many of the Chairman's stories are in his mind but I can't see... Kill Teacher feels his sorrow will flood the rivers backward!"

White Hu Zi: "Yeah... now that you mention it, it really is sad."

Su Xiao Xiao: "...... Unless those... story characters join the Society, I could never post them all at once!"

"I already guessed that."

Tony Isn't the Richest: "According to what Wei Bo said earlier, the Chairman is facing an entire world, right? Isn't it risky to just casually chat in the Society like this?"

Aizen Sōsuke: "Look at the Chairman's familiar attitude just now—he's clearly not a threat."

Su Xiao Xiao: "Indeed."

Su Han opened his eyes and glanced at Servant Archer.

Servant Archer's brow twitched; he sized Su Han up and down, his eyes narrowing slightly, "Interesting! You're not from this era."

Though phrased as a question, Servant Archer's tone was certain.

Su Han's entire outfit was modern attire.

It clashed utterly with this era of the Hundred Years' War between England and France.

"And if I am?"

Su Han gave no reply.

"That means you're deliberately interfering with history? That's truly troublesome. Few who dare such things are easy to handle."

Servant Archer spoke in complaint, but his gaze turned icy; without hesitation, he raised his hand, shaping the False Spiral Sword, then drew back the bowstring, "Though I sense you won't agree, I'll still ask—can you peacefully return with the maiden behind you to the stake?"

"Do you think that's possible?"

Su Han whispered.

"I knew it wouldn't be!"

Servant Archer sighed deeply, and in a flash, the False Spiral Sword shot toward Su Han.

Su Han's face remained expressionless; the power of the Reality Stone caused the False Spiral Arrow to explode abruptly ten meters from Servant Archer's hand.

A terrifying energy wave spread outward; Servant Archer's pupils shrank sharply, he raised both hands to shield his forehead, and was blasted away by the violent energy storm.

"What a troublesome opponent!"

Servant Archer rolled several times on the ground to dissipate the force, then leapt up instantly; his magical circuits glowed as he gripped tightly and summoned Kanshou and Bakuya.

His expression was grim.

With a light stomp of his foot, Servant Archer appeared before Su Han at an unimaginable speed.

The two blades slashed toward Su Han in unison.

"Watch out!"

Joan of Arc's pupils shrank sharply, she cried out.

"It's useless... Even in your Inhibitor Force mode, your strength far surpasses what you had in the Holy Grail War—but still, you're far too weak."

Su Han sighed softly.

He clenched his fist and casually swung it forward.

Even without adding Armament Haki, Su Han's punch, fueled solely by his own strength and Titan body, was suffocatingly powerful.

The two blades shattered the instant they touched Su Han's arm.

"What?"

Servant Kiritsugu's pupils shrank sharply.

The terrifying force traveled through the shattered blades into his hands, cracking his palms.

The next moment, Servant Kiritsugu saw Su Han's fist inches from his face.

Boom—one strike, and Servant Kiritsugu was flung away by Su Han's arm.

He rolled hundreds of times across the ground before stopping, barely propping himself up with one hand, his arm trembling as he coughed uncontrollably.

This time, his injuries were far worse than those caused by the pseudo-Spiral Sword's explosion.

This was still only because Su Han held back.

Otherwise, with Su Han's current base strength, a single blow could have obliterated Servant Kiritsugu entirely.

"This… should be enough."

Su Han lifted his head, gazing at the sky, his voice calm and unflinching.

As if speaking to someone.

No one answered Su Han.