Sorry for the delay, a long ass black-out just happened.
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The entire screen was split in two—on one side, the Chaldea party; on the other, the throne room where the Lion King sat.
All the viewers couldn't help but marvel—truly, Alaya is a master of cinematic direction.
From the camera transitions to the split-screen, background music, and tone—it was all perfectly orchestrated.
With the screen split in two, a heavy and oppressive BGM began to play.
The Lion King sat high above, overlooking the youth with a gaze as if she were peering down upon a mere insect.
In turn, the young man glared back with unwavering resolve, filled with a spirit of "Though death be certain, I have no regrets."
This scene—
Was almost identical to the one where a young Shirou stood before the King of Heroes.
Once again, he faced an enemy so powerful it inspired hopelessness.
But this time…
He was facing a true god.
A complete divine being, unrestricted and free to roam the human world at will!
Under everyone's watchful gaze—
On one half of the screen, deep within the Holy Capital's grand hall, that king sat on her throne, expressionless, and gazed at the knight before her:
"Agravain, the Holy Capital has been breached. Where are the Knights of the Round Table?"
"Your Majesty, that formidable man… actually defeated Sir Gawain." Agravain replied with a grave expression, bowing low. "Your Majesty, there's no need for further delay. The Holy Selection has concluded. Please initiate the Tower of the End right here. Let us build a utopia for Britain, eternal and unyielding—neither invader nor invaded! I shall be your witness!"
He was Morgan le Fay's son, and the one she trusted most.
Originally considered an assassin meant to destabilize Artoria's rule, yet Agravain saw the preservation of Britain as his highest duty, and still served Artoria loyally.
Most of the other Knights of the Round Table disliked him, but none realized—
He was the one person the King could not do without.
It was his death at the hands of Lancelot that led to the Round Table's collapse and Britain's ultimate demise.
Upon hearing his counsel, the Lion King gave a small nod: "Very well. If the Iron Agravain insists… I shall grant your wish. In the name of the King of Storms, I shall draw all things into my grasp. Camelot shall enter a new age."
BOOM—
A surge of magical energy burst forth, as vast as the ocean.
It was as though the entire world responded to her in frenzy.
Above the Holy Capital of Camelot, an impenetrable defensive barrier appeared.
A brilliant, radiant light enveloped the entire city.
At this moment, the Holy Capital was completely transformed into the last paradise of the world—sheltering only those chosen by the Holy Selection.
The scene shifted to Chaldea's party.
Back at Chaldea HQ, Dr. Romani communicated via transmission, astonished,
"It's exceeded the upper limit of the magical power counter! We can't calculate it—it's on a space-time rupture level of defense!"
"This barrier is the external armor of the holy lance Rhongomyniad," Nameless said with a grim expression. "Without an anti-fortress Noble Phantasm or higher, we can't even hope to break through."
In his hand—he was already holding a mysterious card.
The same Summoning Card that had been used once before in "Oath Beneath the Snow."
As soon as he brought it out—
"Gudao-san, using the spiritual origin data you provided, we've completed this card. It will allow you to summon versions of yourself from multiple timelines," Da Vinci said, her expression somewhat complex. "I don't know what gives you such confidence, but please remember—using this card requires a preparedness to sacrifice."
To summon alternate selves from across time to help you—how could that come without a price?
Once invoked, his body would head toward complete collapse, vanishing like the great hero Arash.
"I understand." The youth gave a quiet nod.
This was a battle where humanity challenged the divine.
In order to completely restore the Singularity and defeat the Lion King who had transformed into a god, all necessary preparations had to be made.
Da Vinci looked at the otaku beside her with an odd expression.
"I couldn't create this card earlier, even with your instructions, but after a hint from the doctor, I finally managed to finish it."
"Ah—well, I was just saying stuff randomly. I mean, I'm just a regular person," Dr. Romani scratched his head shyly, clearly embarrassed.
"Thanks for your help, Doctor. After this battle, I'll treat you to some strawberry cake—and find you a girlfriend too!" Nameless cupped his hands in gratitude.
Dr. Romani became even more embarrassed.
"A girlfriend? That's unnecessary. A guy like me… no one likes an otaku. As long as I have Mash with me, I'm fine."
...
"Big brother…"
Miyu looked at the boy in the video holding the summoning card, knowing full well it might kill him, yet showing no regret. Her eyes welled up with tears.
Back in the Oath Beneath the Snow timeline, he had also been willing to give up everything for her.
He had wanted to join the Holy Grail War—But no Heroic Spirit answered his call.
In the end, the only one who responded… was himself.
A one-man rampage through the Holy Grail War—it sounded exciting, but it just made her heart ache.
"Eh? Why didn't that King Hassan guy step in?" Illya asked with confusion while watching the screen.
During the battle between the boy and the Sun Knight Gawain, that man had just stood on the sidelines, silently watching.
It seemed like he was only there to see whether Shirou had truly learned.
As it turned out—
[You're the best student I've ever taught! A true Assassin should kill their enemies openly, face-to-face!]
"I don't know."
Miyu silently hoped the man would help.
That Assassin was terrifying.
Even the Sun King, hiding within his strongest Noble Phantasm—the Great Temple—had been silently decapitated by him.
If he helped, he could definitely assist her brother in defeating the Lion King.
Then—
As though hearing everyone's doubts—
The video showed the entire Holy City Camelot enveloped in a massive defense barrier, completely sealing it off.
They weren't even allowed close enough to approach her—Let alone challenge the divine being head-on.
All they could feel was the immense divine pressure radiating from her, arbitrarily judging the fates of all living beings.
Mash couldn't hold back any longer.
"King Hassan, please—will you help us defeat the Lion King?"
"My blade only falls upon those who defy fate. The Lion King's fate is not tied to me, but to you. Thus, my blade is useless here." King Hassan answered calmly.
"Defy fate…?"
Mash was confused.
"Yes. The final bell has not tolled. That proves the Lion King is not yet my target." King Hassan's form began to fade away. "Go, young one. You are the true executor of destiny…"
"Wait, sir!"
Mash tried to plead further.
But Nameless gently pulled her back.
"Mash, I'm here."
He had already taught him assassination techniques on a Grand Servant level. He had already helped—by aiding in Gawain's defeat after the bell tolled.
"But…"
Mash looked at the summon card in his hand, full of unease.
Using it would likely cost him his life…
She might never see him again.
But he was the final Master of Chaldea. He bore the burden of restoring the Singularity, of protecting humanity.
Mash stared at him.
"Senpai… you said you didn't want to be a hero of justice. You didn't want to be a savior…"
"Maybe… this is the fate meant for me."
The boy gently patted the pink-haired girl's head, smiling brightly.
Then, he suddenly looked up to the sky.
"Sun King, it's your turn. Please—blast through this wall for me!"
Before departing, he had made a pact with Ozymandias:
Once he had defeated the Knights of the Round Table, Ozymandias would attack the city's barrier.
Now was the time to honor that bet.
Though the skies above were empty—Suddenly, wild laughter echoed through the air.
"Haha! As the final Master of humanity, you've got some nerve. You really tore through the Knights of the Round Table and forced the Lion King to raise the Tower of the End!"
A voice, all too familiar—lofty and regal, yet brimming with admiration.
"Well, I suppose it's time for me to give you the reward I promised!"
It was none other than Ozymandias, the Sun King.
He sat in his temple, grinning so widely his head might fall off.
"Alright then, pour all magic meant to counter the Anti-Purge Defense into the Great Lightbulb!" Ozymandias laughed.
"Hmph! Lion King—you didn't forget about me, did you? When building the Tower of the End, you can't unleash your power!
Open the Eye of the Great Temple! Lightbulb Dendera, activate!"
Zzzzt—!
Atop the pyramid-shaped temple, radiant blue lightning surged—
Endless lightning gathered, turning the pyramid tip into a miniature blue sun.
BOOM!
A blinding beam shot from the temple's tip, cutting across the vast distance, striking the city's barrier.
The previously unbreakable defense of the Holy Lance trembled violently under the impact!
But it did not break.
"You may be a goddess now, but I—I am the Pharaoh! The true God-King! Let me show you the vast difference between us!" Ozymandias roared with laughter. "Come on! Convert half of my Saint Graph into mana—dump it all in! That city defense of yours? It's as weak as toilet paper!"
"Great Lightbulb Amon-Ra—open your eye!"
His body began to fade—
As a Servant, converting his Saint Graph—his very soul—into pure magical energy meant vanishing entirely.
Countless viewers were left in awe—
Blorbo-[That Sun King's attack is insane!]
SinMommy-[He's ridiculously cool! Not even a divine Lion King can dim his brilliance!]
AlmightyMiddleFinger-[Turning his Saint Graph into mana? And he claims he isn't helping Emiya protect humanity?!]
YaoiBreed-[Tsundere Sun King… we love him!]
...
"Heh. As if I'd be moved by a mere Master. I'm only doing this to challenge the Lion King."
Ozymandias calmly rejected the praise while watching the screen.
"But Pharaoh… you sacrificed your Saint Graph!" Nitocris timidly pointed out.
"Tch. Fighting the Lion King doesn't count as helping someone!" He cast her a glance. "I am the one and only Pharaoh—the one true God-King above heaven and earth!"
"Yes yes, Pharaoh. Whatever you say~"
Nitocris didn't argue further.
This overwhelmingly proud Pharaoh would never admit to caring.
Even though children loved him, and he loved them back…
Such a massive tsundere of a Sun King!
She quietly continued watching the video.
Onscreen—
The powerful beam powered by the burning of his Saint Graph finally shattered the city's defensive barrier.
At the same time—
The tip of the Holy Lance began to glow with golden light.
Divine Judgment descended once again.
Nitocris saw herself on the screen using Anpu Neb Ta Djeser(her np) to forcibly block it—Only to be instantly destroyed under the divine wrath.
"Ahhhh!!" she screamed, memories flooding back.
This was the Noble Phantasm that required Arash to sacrifice himself to unleash one shot.
How could she withstand it so easily?
The memory of that burning destruction made her groan aloud.
As everyone watched with bated breath—
Though his body was now completely fading, Ozymandias suddenly burst into wild laughter.
"Lion King! You may have won in the Noble Phantasm clash—but it's a tie! That strike aimed at my head… was your biggest mistake. My Noble Phantasm still stands!"
He unleashed his ultimate power.
"Divine Judgment isn't enough. Let me show you the true power of my tomb!"
"O' Monument of the Sun...O' Pyramid which rules the universe! The Sun descends here... in our unlimited briliance!Fall—!"
[Ramesseum Tentyris—The Shining Great Temple Complex!]
Hummmm—
To everyone's disbelief, above Holy City Camelot appeared a colossal vortex.
From it descended a massive pyramid radiating endless divine pressure.
Simultaneously, the earth trembled, revealing another enormous pyramid from below.
The two pyramids—so vast they defied imagination—crashed into each other with the Tower of the End caught between them.
BOOM!!
Under this terrifying impact—
The Tower of the End, glowing with sacred light, finally began to collapse and shatter!
Ozymandias, body disintegrating completely, laughed heartily.
"Master from Chaldea! I've destroyed the Tower of the End—completely! Now, I leave the rest to you. Let me see if you can defeat her…"
After saying those words, his entire body shattered like broken glass, disintegrating piece by piece into nothingness.
…
Under everyone's watchful eyes—
The gates of the Holy Capital were completely opened.
The last knight standing in their way appeared—it was Agravain.
He was the only knight permitted to directly meet the King.
Said to be the Lion King's most trusted follower.
Lancelot strode forward.
"Agravain, surrender. You and I are both traitors. Don't keep assisting the wicked! That's not King Arthur anymore, just a wraith!"
"Well said. Being able to advise surrender so boldly is admirable. Mash, give him some praise." Nameless smiled.
The former Round Table knight who had surrendered now tried to persuade his comrade.
Was this the power of a cute daughter?
At his urging, Mash looked at Agravain and yelled, "You scumbag parasite! You really hid your true colors well—Dad!"
"Ah… Don't call me that!"
Lancelot trembled all over, visibly shaken.
Even more so than when facing the Lion King's divine pressure.
Faced with everyone's condemnation—
Agravain suddenly burst into laughter. "Hahaha, we are not the same! My only goal has always been the survival of Britain!"
"You've clearly been driven mad by Morgan's teachings," said Nameless with a sigh.
"I'm not mad. My mother Morgan is the one who went insane! Always saying she must be King of Britain, forever jealous of our King." Tears rolled down Agravain's cheeks from laughing too hard. "I grew up in that sea of resentment—just a tool to take the King's throne!"
Tool…
Mordred felt conflicted as she looked at him, suddenly wanting to connect.
Not just similar—
They were exactly the same.
"A tool is fine. I just want Britain to continue, so I used King Arthur!" Agravain looked mockingly at everyone. "Who sits on the throne doesn't matter to me! Compared to my mother Morgan, King Arthur was simply more convenient to manipulate!"
This statement sent a shockwave through the viewers.
A dignified Round Table Knight… admitting he saw the King as just a pawn?
And then—
This knight dropped another bombshell.
"Hahaha, I hate women the most! Even the so-called pure Queen Guinevere—you stole her from me, making you the first man I ever truly hated!"
Everyone turned to look at the Knight of the Lake.
The greatest scandal of the Round Table Knights.
The very thing that triggered their collapse.
Mash, wearing an expression full of disgust: "You really are trash—Dad~"
"Aaaah! Don't look at me like that!"
Lancelot clutched his chest and backed away.
(Wtf is even happening right now?!)
The expression on the girl's face was pure loathing, as if she were staring at a cockroach—it hurt more than any sword to the heart.
At that moment—
Agravain's aura surged violently. He glared at them all. "I will not let you destroy Britain's future!"
He activated the [Mad Enhancement] skill on himself.
Burning his life to unleash his ultimate power.
"Then let me be the one to defeat you." Nameless stepped forward.
"I will not lose!!"
Agravain roared and charged.
But—
As he launched his strike, Nameless' figure blurred and vanished.
By the time he reappeared, he was already behind Agravain.
A dagger flashed across the knight's throat with quiet sorrow. "You weren't wrong. It's the world that's broken. Let me be the one to fix it."
"I haven't… lost yet… I still… have things to do…"
Thud!
He fell heavily to the ground.
The last of the Round Table knights—
Dead.
The bullet screen exploded in real time—
Blorbo-[Sigh… another pitiful soul. All he wanted was to preserve Britain…]
BoobVenerable-[This proves it—parents must be vetted. Bad upbringing ruins kids.]
HistorianWithWifi-[Agravain, Mordred, Gawain… Morgan gave birth to half the Round Table by herself?!]
FateBot-[Now I really want to see how the real Round Table Knights would react to this video.]
…
As everyone was caught in discussion—
Rumble rumble~
The massive doors slowly opened.
The god sitting upon the throne finally appeared before them all.
"Answer me. Who are you?"
The Lion King, seated on her throne, looked coldly down at the intruders.
"I am the Lion King. King of Storms. Lord of the Furthest Reaches. Goddess of the Holy Lance."
Her voice alone made everyone present tremble.
Bedivere, Mash, and the rest stared in awe.
Each of them felt as if their very being was about to be repelled—like they weren't even worthy of standing in her presence.
"My god… her voice alone makes me want to kneel!" Mash's expression turned grim.
Even from a distance, even without moving—
Just sitting there, she radiated suffocating despair.
But Nameless stepped forward, shielding the others. "Lion King, we've come to defeat you—to protect humanity!"
"To restore the Human Order is to end my existence." The Lion King looked at him coldly. "Unfortunately, the Holy Lance will never choose you. Though your soul is full of good, you allow evil—willingly become it, even.
Perish. In the ideal city I have created, your soul has no place."
Vmmm—
The tip of the lance shone with holy light as its power of annihilation descended.
Mash rushed forward and shouted, "I won't let you hurt Senpai! Manifest—!"
[Lord Camelot – Now is a Castle of Distant Ideals]!
Vmmm—
Her shield radiated with light, transforming into a colossal fortress wall that stood before them all.
However—
Before the wall could fully manifest, it was struck by the radiant Holy Lance.
Mash was sent flying.
She had summoned it too hastily to draw out its full power. Not to mention—The enemy was a true god.
That she wasn't obliterated instantly was a miracle in itself.
"Mash, let me take it from here."
Nameless gently held her and set her aside.
In his hand, he once again raised the Summoning Card and began to pray. "Please, all of me who walk across human history—lend me your strength once more!"
Vmmm—
The blank card, though not linked to any Heroic Spirit, still glowed with brilliant light.
A vast and mysterious magical energy surged forth.
"You intend to summon your alternate selves across all timelines?" The Lion King looked down on him, expression cold. "Give it up. In front of me, the King of Storms, a true god—everything you do is futile."
Even a million ants were still just ants.
No number of ants could harm a god.
However—
As the boy's prayer continued, the Lion King frowned slightly.
She could sense all the worlds beginning to respond wildly.
From that resonance—Overwhelming power surged from the blank card. Devastating force erupted in all directions.
One familiar image after another flashed before their eyes—
An alternate him walked the land—reluctantly becoming the perfect teacher to Shikotei.
A faint smile appeared on his face. "Good grief… why do all of me always sacrifice ourselves? Very well. As you wish—go end it all."
He channeled massive power through a connection bordering on magical ritual, transferring it into the praying boy.
Then turned back to continue teaching a wide-eyed young Emperor…
Vmmm—
In the second scene—
It was the version of himself who walked in the age of gods, blessed by the divine.
He stopped, glancing down at the massive boar he had just brought down, and sighed softly.
"From the past, you who are also me… I'll help you first. But don't forget to repay me later."
Under the curious gaze of the huntress by his side, he likewise offered up his power, transmitting it across timelines.
…
Countless scenes flashed by.
One fighting side-by-side with a vengeful witch.
One offering a rose to the Perfect King.
One sharing drinks with the Oldest King.
…
The once-blank Summoning Card now connected to countless worlds, simultaneously summoning all the different versions of himself from across timelines.
Countless figures responded at that moment.
A massive surge of power poured into the praying boy through the Mystic Summoning Card's link.
[Rejoice. He who bears the name Emiya—across time, across sacrifice—has returned. Forged by will, not divinity. Hardened by fire, not fate. The Steel-Willed Savior stands once more… as my final answer.]
The familiar narration once again sounded, a scene once again left the audience in awe—
SinMommy-[We're witnessing it again—the descent of the Steel-Willed Savior. Every time, he lays his life on the line for humanity's sake!]
Animalistic-[Nameless gathers the power of all his selves across timelines… can he truly defeat a god?]
YeetTheInfedel-[Of course he can! He's humanity's ultimate guardian—he will defeat the Lion King!]
…
The gods were once thought to be too powerful, despair-inducing.
Arash had to sacrifice himself to unleash his ultimate arrow to counter divine judgment—yet the Lion King could casually wield that same level of divine wrath.
Even Sun King Ozymandias had to sacrifice half of his Saint Graph just to break through the Holy Capital's defenses.
And with the terrifying pyramid collision, he managed to destroy the Tower of the End—only to completely vanish afterward.
Two great Heroic Spirits fell in battle—neither even able to reach the Lion King.
And that was still with the Lion King not unleashing the full power of Rhongomyniad.
This was what a god was.
A being far above all Heroic Spirits.
Against such an overwhelming foe, all anyone could feel was despair.
Not even the faintest hope of victory existed.
And yet—
As Nameless once again activated the Summon Card and called out to all versions of himself across history, transforming once more into the Steel-Willed Savior, fused with all timelines—
Everyone suddenly felt a deep sense of relief.
They stared at him feverishly, as if witnessing the descent of an invincible king who protected humanity.
At this moment, he was not fighting alone.
Archer (EMIYA), Senji Muramasa, Nameless, Young Shirou… all responded.
Once more, he gathered the power of every version of himself across time and pointed his blade toward a god.
"As you said… If saving humanity means becoming evil—then I am willing to become evil." The boy raised his sword, pointing it toward the divine being above.
"A King with no heart for people—let me show you what it looks like when a god falls."