"This is truly breathtaking!"
Illya's eyes shimmered with unshed tears.
In this moment, Nameless, Mash, and the others once again displayed courage surpassing even the gods.
Though they appeared so small and fragile, like moths drawn to flame, they fought only to bring hope to humanity.
"Yes, it's really difficult!"
Miyu sighed softly.
That shield-bearing girl who once feared battle, who was once filled with anxiety, had now become the strongest shield protecting her brother.
Anna, who so despised her monstrous goddess form, who couldn't stand her terrifying monstrous appearance.
Who had been drowning in self-blame and regret.
Yet,
To help her brother, she resolutely merged with her two sisters, becoming the monstrous goddess to block the advance of the terrifying Kronos.
Everyone was fighting desperately for humanity's future!
"Brother, I'll also strive to become stronger, so I can fight by your side!" Miyu clenched her small fists.
"Sigh, I'm still too weak!"
Illya watched as Heracles desperately held back the giant.
Though she was the Lesser Grail, she could only rely on others now.
It seems she couldn't slack off anymore—she had to work hard to become stronger!
On the screen.
Violet lightning flickered as the final blessing—Zeus's—transformed into material.
The blessings of the Twelve Olympians became twelve materials, all arrayed before Nameless.
Thud!
Another hammer strike fell, and they all fused together.
Nameless gazed at the struggling crowd with a faint smile. "You've worked hard. Leave the rest to me!"
The weapon was now forged—it was time to begin the true deicide!
Countless runes surged beneath his feet, swiftly weaving a bounded field.
Nameless faced the colossal giant and began his chant:
"Men grow old! Even the strongest flesh withers, and souls decay!"
"No matter the evil, it will rise again like weeds from the earth!"
"What to do? Swing the hammer! With each strike, forge the iron bones with the conviction to save all living beings!"
"What to do? Stoke the bellows! With each gust, fan the flames of redemption into the furnace!"
"What to do? Quench with bare hands! With each hiss, temper the blade with the essence of one's life!"
"This body was made for forging swords. Even if I vanish without a trace, my name forgotten, all I've wrought shall return to dust."
BOOM!
Beneath him, countless runes blazed with furious light.
A supreme bounded field, empowered by the Twelve Olympians—
"Unnamed Blade Works!"
Even the towering titan Kronos was forcibly dragged into the bounded field.
Before Nameless, a radiant light erupted—the materials formed from the power of the Twelve Olympians had fully transformed into a sword.
He raised the blade, pointing it at the giant. "This edge was forged for the sake of all living beings!"
"No! Impossible! How can a mere mortal wield such power?" Kronos stared in shock.
From this sword, He sensed unmistakable death—something even Zeus had failed to deliver!
How could this be?
Nameless's voice was icy. "This weapon was forged from the power of the gods and the faith of the masses—made just for you!"
Fused with the blessings of the Twelve Olympians and the unwavering conviction of Senji Muramasa, this sword bore a single purpose:
"Deicide: EX-rank. Possesses absolute advantage against divine beings—crafted solely to slay Kronos!"
BOOM!
Enraged, Kronos unleashed his full power, endless flames engulfing the entire bounded field.
Yet,
All that flame power was devoured, transformed into nourishment for that sword!
Kronos' expression twisted with even greater fury: "No, this can't be!"
Why? How could a mere mortal possess such power?
Nameless, wielding the god-slaying [Nameless] Sword, whispered softly: "In the past, I pursued the ultimate sword—not mere techniques to sever flesh."
"What I sought was the reckoning of hatred and evil!"
"Sever bonds! Sever fate! Sever karma!"
His eyes blazed with violet light, transforming completely into terrifying Mystic Eyes.
The world in his vision also turned into points and lines, densely covering his opponent's body.
Having inherited the Grand Assassin King Hassan's Grand Assassination Techniques and fused them with the underworld's deathly power bestowed by Hades, Lord of the Dead...
Having comprehended death through endless battles...
He had finally forged an unprecedented, dreadful Mystic Eye—
[Mystic Eyes of Death Perception!]
All things originate from the Root!
Where there is birth, there must be death.
The moment something is born, its death is already ordained.
As long as one can perceive the "death" of a thing, they can slay anything!
Not just gods—even the Evils of Humanity can be cut down!
"No! I am the one who shall rule human history, reigning over the world for eternity!"
Kronos roared in fury.
His massive arms swung down simultaneously, each strike powerful enough to shatter the earth and evaporate the seas.
Left unchecked, his attacks alone could bring about the complete annihilation of mankind.
Yet.
Facing this desperate onslaught, Nameless gazed coldly at his foe: "I have forged countless blades as models, piling them into mounds of swords."
"Here lies the culmination of all techniques."
"Here lies the aspiration of all things."
"Here lies the gathering of all misfortune—"
His voice was quiet, yet it resonated throughout the entire Reality Marble.
At this moment, Nameless' life and soul burned wildly, the blessings of the Twelve Olympians converging into his sword.
The newly forged blade surged with boundless, majestic power.
Draw the sword!
"All of my existence has led to this single strike!"
Every ounce of his lifelong pursuit of the pinnacle of swordsmanship was poured into this moment.
Raise the sword!
"The pulse of the sword is here! Take this—my Nameless Sword!"
Slash!
The world in Nameless' eyes became nothing but countless black and white lines and points.
All things originate from the Root.
Where there is life, there is death!
Now, he saw his enemy's death!
A dazzling sword light followed those lines and points, cleaving mercilessly downward.
"No!!!"
Kronos howled—in rage, in terror, in despair!
Yet,
No matter how he struggled, resistance was impossible.
Every defense shattered like paper before that blade, utterly incapable of stopping it.
Even retreat offered no escape.
That strike seemed to emerge from the Root itself, leaving him no room to evade.
No way to block!
He could only watch helplessly as the sword descended upon his origin.
Under that slash, his origin was shattered, his Spirit Core obliterated.
No matter how invincible his might, no matter how boundless his life—in that instant, everything ended!
The sword rose!
The sword fell!
Kronos' towering, colossal form crumbled into nothingness beneath that single strike!