Chapter 291: This Master Is Overpowered

Skadi looked at the four Servants who seemed to have reached an agreement in the distance, and without much thought, she spoke: "Bring the Valkyries over too."

"No need, I'm enough on my own."

Li Ang rejected Skadi's suggestion, primarily because he worried he might damage the Valkyries—he hadn't studied them much yet.

Upon hearing this, Skadi wanted to say more, but ultimately chose to believe him.

After all, as a Great God's sibling, those Servants were merely silhouettes of Heroic Spirits—they couldn't possibly cause much trouble.

What puzzled her now was why the Great God had never used an ability similar to his own Master's.

Li Ang didn't know what Skadi was thinking; at this moment, he was carefully observing the Reality Marble before him through the Rinne Sharingan.

A Reality Marble and spatial creation are two different categories; the former is, more accurately, a subtype of 【Imaginary Number Manifestation】.

Through the Rinne Sharingan, Li Ang could clearly see the world's underlying threads.

Yet as a Great Magic extremely close to Magic, it was clearly unrealistic for him to learn and replicate it within a short time.

Moreover, this Reality Marble wasn't created for him to study.

Cold weapons gleaming with icy light shot from the heavens like missiles, striking the Susano'o, followed instantly by a towering blaze that swallowed the blue-red giant whole.

The First King, with golden hair and crimson eyes, gazed coldly at the scene below, his expression utterly unshaken.

He knew such attacks couldn't inflict any real harm on the usurper below—after all, they were merely Noble Phantasms whose true names hadn't been unleashed.

But the good news was, he had countless such Noble Phantasms.

Dense golden ripples, like floating batteries, surrounded the massive silhouette within the dust, countless weapons emerging from them, restless and ready.

As Gilgamesh brought his right hand down, weapons rained down like a storm, hammering the dust.

Amid such furious assault, a calm voice suddenly emerged from the dust.

"What a waste, Golden Flash."

As the words ended, the armored blue-red giant tore through the explosions and hurled his spear toward the golden vessel in the sky.

The spear, wrapped in howling wind, reached Gilgamesh's front in the blink of an eye.

"Trash."

The Hero-King had barely opened his mouth when he was instantly engulfed by a sudden surge of blue-red energy.

Scorching winds swept across the land, kicking up clouds of sand.

After unleashing this attack, Li Ang manipulated the Susano'o to form another spear and swung it backward.

The next instant, a tall figure was blasted away like a cannonball.

It was Di Lu Mu Duo.

This great hero of Celtic myth offered no substantial resistance before slowly dissolving into the air.

Seeing this, the Masters watching from afar grimaced.

After all, none who became Heroic Spirits were ordinary; yet within two minutes of battle, their side had already suffered a loss—this was absurd.

Especially Shirou Emiya.

Originally, after summoning the Hero-King, he had believed the outcome of this Holy Grail War was already certain; who could have imagined such a drastic turn of events on the first night?

'Who exactly is he?'

The middle-aged man stared at the blue-red giant in the distance, silently guessing Li Ang's true identity.

Yet after pondering for a long while, Shirou Emiya found no historical or mythological figure matching him.

'Forget it. As long as I have that Noble Phantasm, the winner will ultimately be me.'

Thinking of the Hero-King's unspeakably powerful Noble Phantasm, Shirou Emiya's anxious mood calmed again.

Beside him, Irisviel gazed with concern at the tiny golden-haired girl in the distance.

'Saber'

Since being transported to this space, she had lost contact with the outside world and thus received no orders from Kiritsugu Emiya.

Though unwilling to admit it, Irisviel faintly sensed that the course of this Holy Grail War had already slipped beyond everyone's control.

As one of the Three Families, she hadn't even known when the Tohsaka family had prepared such a devastating weapon.

'Will Kiritsugu's plan truly succeed?'

Unlike Shirou Emiya and Irisviel, Rider's Master, Waver, trembled as he communicated with his Servant: "Rider"

"Are you sure you can really fight that monster?"

In response to his Master's doubt, Iskandar let out a booming laugh: "Hahahaha! To conquer such a formidable foe would be my honor!"

"Besides, my army is right here—it's him who should be afraid!"

Hearing this, Waver glanced at the endless army behind him.

Reality Marble: The King's Army.

Rider could summon his former subordinates as Heroic Spirits.

After a moment of silence, the thin boy raised his right hand and gritted his teeth: "You must win!"

As he spoke, the red mark on the back of his right hand gradually faded.

Waver's choice clearly surprised Iskandar; the Conqueror laughed loudly, clapped his Master on the shoulder, and left his final words: "After the battle ends, join my ranks!"

Before Waver could react, the giant leapt onto the ox-drawn cart shimmering with Lei Ting, raising his sword high: "Charge with me! Let him see our might!"

"Ooh!"

The battle cry echoed through the heavens as soldiers followed their king in a charge toward the distant blue-red giant.

With countless hooves pounding the earth, the ground began to tremble.

This scene left Waver and the others frozen in awe.

Such a powerful army must surely win in the end, right?

The massive commotion naturally drew Li Ang's attention; he casually smashed Saber aside with the Susano'o, then turned to face the rapidly accelerating army.

"The King's Army," Li Ang shook his head slightly, then voluntarily dissolved Susano'o. "If I don't show my full strength, it seems disrespectful to you."

"If that's the case, then let you witness what true—"

"despair means."

Upon seeing the blue-red giant suddenly vanish, everyone present was momentarily bewildered.

The disheveled Saber gripped her invisible sword, her face grim as she gazed at the figure in the sky, murmuring softly: "Giving up resistance?"

The Knight King felt this was not so simple—after all, from the current situation, the opponent still held overwhelming superiority.

Though the Rider's Reality Marble was indeed astonishing, it shouldn't lead to outright surrender.

More crucially, her intuition kept sending her icy warnings.

Meanwhile, Gilgamesh, who had just been outmaneuvered, glared darkly at Li Ang: "Amateur, it's too late to beg for mercy now!"

One setback after another had pushed the Hero King's fury to its peak; he never imagined such an unpleasant turn could occur in a mere Holy Grail War.

Hearing this, Li Ang couldn't help but twitch his lips—this Hero King always had inexplicable confidence.

He made no reply, only exhaled gently, and his body was draped in a pale green-white robe.

A terrifying aura swept through, freezing the air itself.

At this moment, Saber finally understood why her intuition had warned her.

Because this form—this was his true appearance.

Feeling the suffocating pressure, the Rider's face first showed shock, then burst into uncontrollable laughter: "Hahahaha!"

"Unknown Hero, tell me your name!"

In response to the giant's question, Li Ang spoke calmly: "Li Ang."

"And I told you—I am not a Hero."

With that, he raised his right hand.

As the Rinne Sharingan's chakra flowed in, the pitch-black Truth-Seeking Balls turned emerald-green and began spinning rapidly.

Facing the incoming storm of arrows, Li Ang showed no expression, only softly uttered five words: "Silver Wheel Reincarnation Explosion."

The next instant, a raging hurricane swallowed everything on the earth.

The wind howled, thunder cracked, and cries of agony rose endlessly—it was an unstoppable apocalypse.

In an instant, the army summoned by the Rider suffered devastating casualties.

This terrifying sight left everyone speechless; only Skadi had some mental preparation.

Before anyone could react, a battered, massive figure burst through the storm, swinging his sword toward the divine-like figure in the sky.

"Hah—!"

The laughter cut short. Iskandar stared at the young man who had caught his sword between two fingers—first surprise, then resignation.

Swoosh—!

The massive figure crashed down, and a sword descended from the sky, pinning him firmly to the ground.

The sudden turn left the three Masters momentarily speechless—indeed, since seeing the Silver Wheel Reincarnation Explosion, they had been unable to speak.

"Cough… Li Ang…"

"I'm sorry… I didn't let you have your fill…"

As the Rider barely managed to utter his final words, his Reality Marble slowly shattered.

Hearing this, Li Ang fell silent for a moment, then turned to the last two opponents.

"Now it's your turn."

By this point in battle, the number of Servants in the Holy Grail War had been reduced to:

Five.

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