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One month later, inside the small world.
"I've pretty much finished researching everyone else's Noble Phantasms. Now, only yours remains," George said, looking at the red-robed Emiya standing opposite him. "I believe that since you were summoned as a Heroic Spirit, you must possess your own exclusive Noble Phantasm, not just those bows and swords you casually produce."
In the span of one month, given his level of magic and alchemy, he had studied almost everything. This included Lancer's spear that manipulated causality to always hit, as well as Berserker's Noble Phantasm of resurrection. He had researched them thoroughly. If he were to spend a bit more time and find the necessary materials, he could even slowly craft them himself.
He had even made considerable progress in understanding Gilgamesh's Sword of Rupture, Ea.
He had also examined every single one of the second and third-rate Noble Phantasms within that treasury. In fact, it was precisely because he had studied the countless Noble Phantasms in Gilgamesh's treasury that he acquired such an abundant collection of research samples, which greatly enhanced his research efficiency.
As of now, the only thing he had yet to fully understand was the Noble Phantasm belonging to the red-robed Emiya.
This was because while the Noble Phantasms Emiya had presented were decent, they still felt somewhat lacking. Merely possessing those abilities seemed insufficient for him to be summoned as one of the seven great Heroic Spirits.
"I really don't have an exclusive Noble Phantasm. Or perhaps, it's more accurate to say I don't have a Noble Phantasm at all." The red-robed Emiya explained, plopping himself down on a long bench. "Those Noble Phantasms I provided for your research were all replicated using my Reality Marble, Unlimited Blade Works. The primary reason I was able to become a Heroic Spirit is mainly because of this specific magic."
Originally, given his personality, he would never have revealed his true abilities to George. He hadn't even disclosed them to Rin Tohsaka previously. However, after spending a month together, he discovered that this person, George, was indeed someone who faithfully kept his word.
As long as the Heroic Spirits cooperated with his research, George ensured they were well-provided for with good food and drink.
Once the research was concluded, they were also free to leave this world. They could return to the mortal realm to find their previous Masters, or simply go there to enjoy life.
More importantly, it was useless even if he didn't want to speak. George not only had the binding power of Command Spells, but he could also forcibly invade Emiya's mind and read his memories.
Therefore, after thinking it over and over, he ultimately decided to disclose the truth.
"Unlimited Blade Works... replicating Noble Phantasms... That's quite interesting."
Upon hearing this, George's interest was immediately piqued.
He had already studied the Noble Phantasms that the red-robed Emiya had provided, and he truly couldn't discern that they were replicated imitations.
He himself also knew a replication spell, but his spell could only copy ordinary items. It was incapable of replicating magical treasures or enchanted artifacts.
"I am the bone of the sword I hold. This body itself is made of swords. Steel is my body, and fire is my blood. My blood flows like black iron, my heart is brittle as glass. Unlimited Blade Works!"
The red-robed Emiya wasted no time on further words. He directly chanted the incantation and activated his Reality Marble.
George, likewise, offered no resistance and allowed himself to be drawn into the Reality Marble of Unlimited Blade Works.
It was a vast, red wasteland, with thousands of swords embedded in the ground. On the distant horizon, burning flames leaped and danced, while the dim, overcast sky was filled with immense, revolving gears.
"Any Noble Phantasm I have seen can be manifested within this world, although it will be degraded by one rank. However, I am still unable to manifest a Noble Phantasm on the level of Gilgamesh's Sword of Rupture, Ea..."
"This is quite impressive!"
As he listened to the red-robed Emiya explain the principles, advantages, and disadvantages of his Unlimited Blade Works magic, George used his own spiritual power to explore this Reality Marble. He couldn't help but nod in approval.
For someone like him, this was truly an excellent piece of magic.
With this magic, his avatars in other worlds could quickly manifest the Noble Phantasms of those worlds, even without needing to forge each one individually.
As for the one-rank degradation, that was merely because Emiya Shirou's own power was insufficient. With George's level of strength, he was confident he could achieve perfect replication by slightly improving this magic.
Even perfectly replicating the Sword of Rupture, Ea, would likely not be a significant problem.
Furthermore, it wasn't limited to just weapons; replicating any type of Noble Phantasm should be feasible.
Back in the Elven city in Middle-earth, George gently levitated the still-sleeping Lúthien from his body. He then rose and walked over to the window.
He drew open the curtains, allowing the bright, clear sunlight to flood the room. His gaze drifted forward, toward the towering mountain peak standing tall in the far distance.
"It is about time to annihilate Angband."
Ever since the last great war, Morgoth had remained remarkably quiet. All of his forces had been withdrawn back into Angband, assuming a state of comprehensive defense.
It was just like the three hundred and fifty years of silence that followed the previous glorious battle.
He estimated that Morgoth was once again beginning to accumulate his strength, biding his time for the next counterattack.
However, this time was different. He would not be as naive as the Elves, who merely wanted to besiege Morgoth, content with a temporary period of peace.
What he wanted was the direct annihilation of Morgoth. He planned to devour Morgoth's body and soul to enhance his own power, seize the three Silmarils, and then proceed to Valinor.
Previously, he hadn't possessed much confidence. But now, he had not only devoured the Phoenix Force and the Chaos Force, but he had also consumed the black dragon. His strength could be described as having undergone a drastic improvement. Although he had not yet broken through to the level of a single-universe being, he was not far from it.
He believed that as long as he devoured Morgoth, he could just about achieve the single-universe level, at least in terms of individual power.
After that, he would go to Valinor to find the Valar and learn the various laws of world creation. With that, the perfection of his own small world would also be more or less complete.
Therefore, there was no time to delay. He had to act now, while Morgoth hadn't managed to create any new monstrosities and while his orc armies had not yet recovered. It was time to strike!
His psychic power spread out, covering the entire Elven city. George mentally transmitted his voice to Galadriel, who was currently training soldiers just outside the city:
"The time to annihilate Angband has arrived! Notify the leaders of all races to come to the academy for a council of war!"
After the last great war concluded, George had already mentioned to the three races his plan to destroy Angband and completely eradicate Morgoth. The three races—Elves, Dwarves, and Men—had suffered under Morgoth for far too long. Once they confirmed that George had a method to disperse the toxic fumes and suffocating darkness of Angband, and bolstered by their successive victories in the recent war, their confidence had greatly increased.
Consequently, during this entire period, the three races had been sharpening their weapons and feeding their horses, mass-producing all kinds of magical weaponry based on George's improved alchemical techniques.
They were only waiting for George's command. Then, they would assemble the great army of the three races, utterly destroy Angband, and kill Morgoth.
"Hahaha, the war is finally starting! Just wait until I chop off Morgoth's head. After that, you will all have to address me as 'Her Majesty the Queen'!"
Upon receiving George's mental message, Galadriel brandished the Elven longsword in her hand, speaking with high spirits to the Elven soldiers assembled below her.
The soldiers below, however, seemed to have long grown accustomed to their princess's rather "chuunibyou" behavior, and they all burst into applause.
Producing a specially made crystal ball that George had given her, Galadriel instantly disappeared from where she stood.
Her first stop, naturally, was the Elven city where the High King of the Noldor, Fingolfin, resided. Her second stop was the forest of the Grey Elven King. Her third stop was the Dwarves of the Blue Mountains.
Her final stop was the first royal city newly constructed by Men, Minas Tirith—a name that George himself had chosen.
In truth, he was just being lazy, because Minas Tirith was destined to be the capital of the future human kingdom of Gondor in Middle-earth.
Three days later, on the outskirts of Angband, the soldiers of the three races had completely assembled. The kings and leaders of each race had also arrived one after another.
Leading them all, naturally, was the most powerful magician of all: George.
(End of Chapter)