The King of the Lostbelt who appeared this time had long since transformed into a mammoth beast as massive as a mountain.
Yes, a mammoth.
Awakening from beneath the earth, it shook the entire imperial capital, unleashing a terror heavier than that of gods.
Under this overwhelming pressure, the werewolf youth who should have fought alongside Nameless was completely cowed into submission.
This was precisely the formidable power of the Lostbelt King, Ivan the Terrible—
[Great Authority!]
As the Lostbelt King, he stood at the absolute pinnacle of power within the entire Bear Empire, revered by all as the supreme emperor.
All of Europe knelt beneath his feet, trembling in terror, viewing him as the incarnation of Satan.
This overwhelming authority granted him a crushing spiritual pressure capable of bending all to his will.
Ordinary people would instinctively prostrate themselves before him as if beholding a deity the moment they laid eyes on him!
Even the casual viewers watching the footage were left dumbfounded—
[Holy crap, Ivan the Terrible turned into a mammoth beast?!]
[So, why wasn't the mammoth banned?! Why wasn't something this insane banned?!]
[This thing is freaking huge—about the same size as the Bull of Heaven from Uruk! What the hell did it eat to grow like that?!]
[Tch, if the fighting nation ever runs out of food, they could just slaughter this mammoth and feed the entire country in one go!]
[The Lostbelt King really is ridiculously strong! With Nameless in his current critically wounded state, can he really defeat him?]
...
Outside the footage.
Within the mental Round Table conference.
Rin Tohsaka glanced at the Heavenly Goddess sitting across from her. "This Lostbelt King should be stronger than your Bull of Heaven, right?"
Among the many videos shown by [Alaya], only the Bull of Heaven could rival Ivan in sheer size.
As for the Primordial Mother Goddess Tiamat, she was even larger.
"Huh? No way! My Bull of Heaven is obviously stronger!" Ishtar immediately denied.
That was the mightiest divine beast the gods had bestowed upon her.
It could even hold back the Primordial Mother Goddess for a short time!
Ereshkigal, however, calmly exposed the truth. "He's a Lostbelt King, empowered by his entire Lostbelt. He could easily crush your Bull of Heaven."
A Lostbelt King was the supreme deity of their Lostbelt.
Within their domain, their strength was unmatched.
Qin Shi Huang's ability to forge a Grand Saint Graph with his own hands was a testament to this power.
Even Kadoc and the Tsarevna, who sought to steal the Lostbelt, could only resort to deception, trying to keep him in eternal slumber.
They might fool him temporarily, but not forever.
Just as the awakened Primordial Mother Goddess had swatted Merlin aside for deceiving her with illusions.
Once this Lostbelt King awakened, he would never spare Kadoc and the Tsarevna.
That was why he had agreed to join forces with Nameless.
"Ugh, if I still had the Bull of Heaven, would I be in this state?" Ishtar rolled her eyes.
If that bull hadn't mysteriously vanished, she wouldn't have been branded the "useless goddess."
Once she found it, she was definitely going to butcher it for meat!
Rin grew even more curious. "When Nameless fought the Bull of Heaven, he had the King of Heroes and Enkidu backing him up. Now, without those two Servants, how can he win?"
The Lostbelt King was clearly far more terrifying than the Bull of Heaven.
And Nameless was severely wounded, with less than a tenth of his strength remaining. How could he possibly fight?
"Who knows? That guy always pulls off miracles somehow." Ishtar shrugged.
After watching so many exposure videos, she no longer doubted his ability to win.
Or rather—
She had already been molded by his legend, believing he could overcome any enemy!
Under their curious and nervous gazes...
The camera suddenly shifted away from the standoff between Nameless and Ivan the Terrible.
Time rewound to the moment just after the defeat of the Minotaur.
Avicebron, the heroic spirit initially summoned—a genius who could accomplish anything with his omnipotent golem—was now standing before Nameless and the others.
"I can create the ultimate puppet capable of resisting the King of the Lostbelt!" he declared.
"Really? How?" Da Vinci asked, her eyes brimming with curiosity.
They had already learned that the King of the Lostbelt had fused with the mightiest Phantasmal Beast, granting him an enormous and formidable body.
Defeating him seemed nearly impossible.
Avicebron replied, "Simple. We'll use this labyrinth as material, along with the core of a mage."
"A mage's core…"
Romani Archaman froze for a moment before awkwardly admitting, "Sorry, but I'm just an ordinary person now. I can't help."
This clearly implied the sacrifice of a mage.
As the King of Mages, Solomon, he was once the greatest Caster in history.
But now, having returned everything to God, he was merely an ordinary man with only the memories of the King of Mages.
Then—
To the shock of all spectators—
This heroic spirit, who had assisted Nameless from the very beginning, unhesitatingly chose to offer himself as the sacrifice!
Yes, the "mage's core" he spoke of—
Was none other than himself!
The audience watched in stunned silence as he tore out his own heart, using it as the core for the colossal puppet.
His body dissolved into countless motes of light, vanishing without a trace.
His selfless sacrifice moved countless viewers to tears, leaving many with misty eyes.
After his sacrifice—
A golem of unimaginable scale rose from the ground.
Like a mecha, it was now piloted by Nameless.
Despite being severely wounded in the final Singularity, Nameless now stood firm against the King of the Lostbelt in this towering machine!
Mecha vs. Mammoth Beast!
The battlefield instantly erupted into an electrifying spectacle, thrilling audiences beyond measure.
After all—
Mechas are the ultimate fantasy for countless men.
No one had expected such an explosive showdown to unfold in the very first Lostbelt.
Ivan the Terrible roared in fury, "No! My empire shall never bow to your threats!"
For a thousand years—
This Lostbelt had remained frozen, its temperatures plunging below -100 degrees, rendering it a lifeless wasteland.
Even without Nameless' interference, it was doomed to collapse eventually.
As the King of the Lostbelt, Ivan had exhausted every means to prolong his empire's existence—
Even fusing with Phantasmal Beast blood to create a new breed of humans adapted to this hellish environment.
Yet—
It was all in vain. He knew, deep down, that even these new humans were destined for extinction.
To bear the weight of an entire empire, yet fail to protect it—this was the cruelest humiliation of all.
He refused to accept it.
He could not endure it!
Ivan the Terrible raised his trunk high, bellowing in rage, "Unforgivable! All who defy me shall perish!"
"Lightning courses through my veins! Let my celestial trunk summon the storm!"
At the tip of his trunk, a cataclysmic tempest of thunder gathered—
A strike surpassing even divine might, capable of annihilating an entire city!
The overwhelming authority of the King of the Lostbelt manifested as an invincible defense, rendering all attacks from Nameless' mecha useless.
And then—
His massive body violently slammed into Nameless, sending him flying, while a dazzling beam of light erupted, shooting straight toward the core of the mecha!
At this critical moment.
Mash, the small shield-bearing girl who had been unable to freely use her abilities after Galahad's complete disappearance, resolutely stepped in front of Nameless.
A bright smile spread across Mash's small face. "Senpai, I'm back!"
After days of spiritual foundation adjustments, she had finally begun to independently harness the power of a Servant.
No longer needing Galahad's assistance!
She raised her shield high and declared loudly, "True Name, Freeze Release—"
"That is the castle of dreams, bearing countless paths and countless wishes! Answer me—"
[The Already Fragile Castle of Dreams (Mold Camelot)!]
This was the power she had mastered.
Though it manifested as an imperfect replica of Camelot's walls, it firmly withstood the colossal beast's assault.
"Thank you so much."
After expressing his gratitude, Nameless once again took control of the massive mecha, forcefully blocking the frenzied beast.
"You nameless fools from Chaldea, and you thieves who dare deceive me! Perish!" Ivan the Terrible had completely lost control.
His trunk gathered raging electricity once more, intent on annihilating all his enemies.
At that moment.
Nameless suddenly acted, gripping the elephant's trunk with sheer force!
Lightning crackled violently across his puppet-like body, but he converted it all into his own energy.
Empowered by this surge of thunder, he seized Ivan the Terrible's trunk and hurled the colossal beast away!
Yes, this mountain-sized monstrosity was flung aside by sheer strength!
Boom—
The massive beast crashed into the ground a kilometer away, creating a gigantic crater.
The entire city trembled violently from the impact.
Ivan the Terrible struggled to rise. "Oho! To think a mere Master from Chaldea possesses such audacity! I shall claim you as the foundation of my eternal empire!"
His lightning was potent enough to obliterate the entire city.
Yet, his opponent recklessly absorbed it, unleashing terrifying power in return.
A single misstep, and Nameless would have been utterly incinerated by the lightning.
As Ivan the Terrible's trunk once again crackled with thunderous energy, Nameless charged forward, seizing the massive appendage once more.
And then—
He gazed into the distance and suddenly spoke, "Sever it, Miyamoto Musashi!"
A figure abruptly materialized out of thin air.
It was none other than the Heroic Spirit Miyamoto Musashi!
"Stop! You are no Heroic Spirit from Proper Human History. Like me, you should—why are you aiding them?" Ivan the Terrible bellowed.
At that moment, his massive trunk was firmly gripped by Nameless, leaving him utterly helpless against the relentless assault of this formidable Heroic Spirit.
"Haha, I don't make friends with elephants! I've always been human, so of course I'll help Nameless!"
Miyamoto Musashi unsheathed her sword and slashed toward the colossal trunk. "Let me deliver the final blow! Witness this—Sword Draw: Heaven's Sunder!"
[Rikudou Gorin: Kurikara Tenshou (Six Realms, Five Rings: The Kalavinka's Heavenly Roar)]!
This was a strike akin to Nameless' own—one capable of severing causality and karma itself.
It was also the pinnacle of Miyamoto Musashi's invincible swordsmanship, unleashed with her full might.
A single slash descended.
The thick, mighty trunk was cleanly severed on the spot, crashing heavily to the ground!
After delivering this strike, her figure vanished without a trace.
The onlookers erupted in cheers—
[Damn, she just cut off the Lostbelt King's trunk?!]
[Even injured, Nameless still has every Heroic Spirit fighting for him with everything they've got. This battle's got me tearing up.]
[So freaking cool! This is humanity's finest hour—justice served through an all-out beatdown!]
[Sigh… Avicebron straight-up sacrificed himself. Rest in peace. Nameless will send the Lostbelt King to join you!]
[Poor Ivan, just woke up and got ganged up on over and over. Can't even fight back—brutal!]
Meanwhile, in Proper Human History's Japan…
Oda Nobunaga watched the scene unfold and praised, "Life is fleeting, but it's precisely because humans can blaze brilliantly in an instant that they're so damn cool!"
Seeing the Heroic Spirits rallying to Nameless' side moved her to applaud.
This, without a doubt, was humanity's most dazzling moment—shining like meteors in the night.
"So, did Miyamoto Musashi sacrifice herself too?" Okita Souji wiped her lips and asked curiously.
Earlier, Avicebron had willingly offered his life—a moment that shook everyone to the core.
Now, even Miyamoto Musashi disappeared without a trace after delivering her strike.
Surely they weren't sacrificing a Heroic Spirit for every big move?
If that were the case…
How many Heroic Spirits would Nameless have to burn through to conquer all seven Lostbelts?
"Probably not. As Ivan said, Miyamoto Musashi doesn't belong to Proper Human History. She wanders the timelines and was summoned by Nameless by chance."
Oda Nobunaga thought for a moment before replying, "After that strike, she likely resumed her journey across time. I bet she'll show up to help Nameless again someday."
That slash was just her unleashing her Noble Phantasm at full power.
It wasn't like Arash's [Stella].
No self-sacrifice necessary.
Okita Souji's eyes sparkled with longing. "Nameless really has a constellation of stars around him. Makes me want to join the fight too."
"Pfft, you bloodthirsty executioner. All you care about is killing, huh?" Oda Nobunaga scoffed in disdain.
You claim to fight for humanity's preservation, but really, you just crave battle and slaughter, don't you?
Okita Souji shot back, "And you don't?"
"I, the mighty Demon King of the Sixth Heaven, would never care about such trivial matters! Unless Nameless comes crying and begging, I might reluctantly consider helping him slay his enemies!" Oda Nobunaga declared with extreme arrogance, tilting his head high.
"..."
Okita Souji was too exhausted to retort.
This guy clearly wanted to assist Nameless in battle, yet he still put on such a tsundere act. Who exactly was he performing for?
...
In the video.
After Miyamoto Musashi's blade severed Ivan the Terrible's elephant trunk.
The battle had entered its final decapitation phase.
Without hesitation, Nameless closed the distance and grabbed for the crown atop the enemy's head.
Though called a crown, this was in fact the true body of the adversary—its absolute core!
Tearing off the crown would be equivalent to delivering the decisive blow.
Ivan the Terrible roared, "Insolent fool! How dare you lay hands on my crown? I will never let you succeed!"
His massive tusks viciously pierced through the enormous automaton, attempting to rend it apart.
Zzzzt—!
Lightning surged wildly.
The mighty Lostbelt King was now fighting with everything he had in this critical moment.
"Useless, useless, useless! This is nothing but futile struggle!"
Nameless completely ignored the attacks, enduring every single one of them.
Under Ivan's furious gaze, he forcibly ripped the crown away!
Huum—!
The moment the crown was torn off, the colossal beast abruptly froze in place.
The powerful Lostbelt King, Ivan the Terrible, had been utterly defeated!