The journey into the new Lostbelt had begun.
What was slightly odd was that the fifth Lostbelt was clearly split into two parts.
Now, the first half had begun.
Just like before, the new Lostbelt opened with a roundtable meeting of the seven traitors from Team A.
Among them, Ophelia was already dead, and Hinako Akuta had completely departed.
Kadoc, who had previously been captured by Nameless, was also unable to attend.
Pepe, who had appeared in the fourth Lostbelt, spread his hands helplessly. "Sorry, I failed."
"Even though we declared war on Chaldea and all of Pan-Human History, I ended up teaming up with that guy to fight Arjuna—and then he saved me."
"What a shameless act... But damn, Gudao's grilled bananas were delicious!"
Despite being utterly defeated by Nameless, his expression remained exaggeratedly cheerful, almost comical.
The others couldn't help but frown in displeasure.
"A toast to our junior Master! He's just destroyed four Lostbelts—must be feeling pretty good about himself right now."
Beryl laughed heartily, as if genuinely celebrating the other's success.
Pepe blinked in surprise. "Beryl, shouldn't you be preparing for your British Lostbelt?"
"Hah, didn't you hear from the Captain?"
Beryl shrugged, looking exasperated. "The Fantasy Tree in the British Lostbelt has already been cut down!"
"Wait, so the British Lostbelt is self-destructing?" Pepe was stunned.
"Yep. That was the Captain's mission. Took me a lot of effort to get those guys to chop it down themselves."
Beryl's expression suddenly turned theatrically exaggerated. "Right now, they're probably screaming, 'Beryl's a liar!'—but what can they do? Just rage helplessly!"
And just like that...
He dropped a bombshell that left everyone shocked.
The Fantasy Tree of the next Lostbelt had been cut down by its own inhabitants—before Nameless even arrived!
Once the Fantasy Tree was gone, the entire Lostbelt was doomed to collapse.
"That Lostbelt had elements that threatened us—threatened the Alien God. It couldn't be allowed to exist!"
Captain Kirschtaria Wodime calmly stated, "At present, only the Fantasy Tree in my possession remains, and it has fully developed into its ultimate form."
Pepe Ronchini couldn't help but remind him with irritation, "Arrogance will be your downfall."
"Of course I'm aware. I've already dispatched the Servant Caenis to deal with them."
Kirschtaria was brimming with confidence. "Rest assured, I've prepared a foolproof plan."
"Once Chaldea is eradicated, my Fantasy Tree will envelop the entire Earth, summoning the Alien God."
"At that time, Pan-Human History will be completely overturned, and I shall become the only true human!"
Just as he had openly declared war on Nameless and all of Pan-Human History before, he now unabashedly revealed his ambitions once more.
The audience was furious—
[Bastard! This guy is clearly the mastermind behind it all—no redemption possible!]
[What on earth happened to the Captain in the past to make him despise Pan-Human History so much? Is it like Goetia?]
[No matter the reason, siding with the Alien God makes him an irredeemable traitor to humanity!]
[So the Sixth Lostbelt is Britain after all. Then is the Seventh Lostbelt Egypt or Maya?]
[The Captain's death flags are practically waving in the wind. Just waiting to pop the champagne when he kicks the bucket!]
...
Mordred exclaimed in surprise, "So, our Britain is indeed one of the Lostbelts!"
This had been anticipated from the start.
Ancient civilizations like China, India, Maya, and Egypt had all been speculated about in the sequence, and one by one, those predictions had come true.
As for Britain, it had previously appeared in a form resembling a Lostbelt as a Singularity, making it a strong contender.
Many had wondered what Britain would look like if it truly became a Lostbelt.
And now, the British Lostbelt was confirmed to exist!
"But the question is—why was the Fantasy Tree in the British Lostbelt cut down? And who did it?"
Mordred gave her father a strange look.
It seemed...
The most likely culprit was her father, wasn't it?
However, back in the Singularity, her father had been completely corrupted by the Holy Lance, turning into the cold and merciless divine Lion King.
She had nearly wiped out humanity, preserving only 500 people as her "collectibles."
In the even more dangerous Lostbelt, it made no sense for her to have cut down the Fantasy Tree herself.
"This is indeed quite odd," Gawain muttered, equally baffled.
In the previous Lostbelts, it had taken Nameless fighting tooth and nail to barely manage cutting down the Fantasy Trees.
But here in Britain, the natives had done it themselves.
If Nameless had used his terrifying [Grand Charisma] to charm the entire Round Table and convinced the Knights to join forces in cutting down the tree, that would have been understandable.
But the problem was—Nameless hadn't even arrived yet!
Artoria frowned slightly. "The one who cut it down... doesn't seem to be connected to me."
This was an instinctive realization.
The British Lostbelt felt strangely distant from her.
A Lostbelt represented a divergent path from Pan-Human History.
If it was truly divergent, then it must differ from the Britain she had ruled.
Could it be...
"Sister?"
Artoria murmured the word as a sudden understanding dawned on her.
Back then, her sister had been the more rightful heir to the throne of Britain.
But with the combined efforts of Uther and Merlin, she—the heir bearing the heart of a red dragon—had been created.
And with the support of Nameless and Merlin, she had ascended to the throne.
If history had taken a different turn, and the other party had come to be crowned as king, it would undoubtedly form a Lostbelt!
"You mean Mother Morgan? Absolutely impossible! Are you trying to shift the blame?" Mordred expressed deep suspicion.
The mother who bore her was nothing short of a deranged witch.
The sole purpose of her existence was to overthrow King Arthur and crown herself as ruler.
To that end, she had also given birth to Mordred's siblings—Gawain, Agravain, and others.
Practically birthing half of the Round Table Knights!
If Mother Morgan had truly become the king of a Lostbelt, there wouldn't have been so many Round Table Knights in the first place!
"Indeed, it's highly unlikely," Gawain agreed with Mordred for the first time.
Just thinking about it made it seem impossible.
Based on previous Singularity deductions, there was an eighty percent chance that King Arthur had sacrificed the entire world to rebuild the Holy City of Camelot.
Assuming a divine form to protect the remaining survivors.
It was only under Beryl's deception that she personally severed the Fantasy Tree.
If it had been Morgan, who had always harbored a deranged obsession with ruling Britain, how could she have ever brought herself to cut it down?
Gawain casually shifted the topic: "What I'm more curious about is how Nameless managed to breach the Fifth Lostbelt."
This Lostbelt was clearly one dominated by the Greek gods.
And within it, both Heroic Spirits and deities had undergone terrifying power boosts.
Far surpassing even the strength of the Greek Age of Gods that Nameless had once ventured into.
Facing such formidable enemies, defeating them would be nothing short of scaling the heavens.
The video continued.
The scene shifted from Team A to Chaldea.
The first to appear were Nameless, Mash, and the others.
Along with a ship carrying the entirety of Chaldea—fitting the "ocean" mentioned in the title.
Mash gazed in awe at the captain before her. "Thank you for your hard work, Captain."
This captain was named Nemo.
Back when she and her senior had cleared the Scandinavian Lostbelt, they had traveled to the Wandering Sea to collaborate with him.
The powerful mage, Sion, had rebuilt the destroyed Chaldea base within the Wandering Sea.
Effectively becoming Nameless and the others' new home.
This captain had been summoned within the new Chaldea, carrying with him a rather enigmatic past.
What earned Mash's gratitude was this:
After learning "Parted Thinking" from Sion, Captain Nemo had mass-produced countless versions of himself.
Similar to the "Misaka Network," he utilized multiple selves to manage the massive Imaginary Numbers Dive Ship.
A perfect captain who never complains!
"You're welcome. Piloting the new Nautilus is my favorite thing to do," Captain Nemo replied calmly.
One by one, they gathered together. After brief introductions, they resumed their intricate and laborious tasks.
During their journey through time and space,
Nameless repeatedly warned, "Next, we'll be heading to the Lostbelt where the Greek gods exist. We must be careful!"
"Senpai, I will definitely protect you!" Mash took a deep breath, gripping her shield tightly.
Da Vinci's eyes sparkled with anticipation. "The Greek gods... I wonder what they'll be like."
In her lifetime, she had lived during the European Renaissance.
Greek culture had flourished throughout Europe.
The Olympian gods, in particular, had spread across the continent—and eventually the world—through poetry and literature.
Even Da Vinci herself had once painted and sculpted Greek deities.
And so,
Amidst everyone's tense anticipation, the ship descended upon the fifth Lostbelt.
The moment they arrived over the ocean,
What greeted their eyes was no longer calm, undisturbed waters.
Instead,
It was a dense fleet of warships!
And countless monstrous creatures—human from the waist up, serpentine below.
The moment Chaldea arrived, they were instantly detected and surrounded by an overwhelming army!
At the forefront stood the Servant under the command of the Crypters' leader—
A fearsome deity—
Caenis!
Standing at the bow of the lead warship, she coldly stared down at the Chaldea group:
"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Caenis, divine Servant under Kirschtaria Wodime!"
"You are completely surrounded. Abandon all resistance and surrender at once!"
The sheer number of warships and ferocious beasts presented Chaldea with a rather... memorable welcoming gift.
[Alaya] deliberately displayed the enemy's mobilization.
The one sent to execute the extermination plan was none other than the Greek demigod hero, Odysseus.
Without hesitation, this demigod hero began by destroying the leyline.
He also slaughtered the Pan-Human History Servants, Sanson and d'Éon.
Even more terrifying—
He directly mobilized an army, along with the deity Caenis.
For 24 hours a day, they monitored every possible area where Chaldea might appear.
Yes, even before Chaldea arrived, he had already prepared an absurdly excessive countermeasure!
These preparations left the audience utterly stunned—
[What the hell?! This is insane—are you the reincarnation of the Cautious Hero or something?!]
[Given the gods' arrogance, shouldn't they have underestimated Nameless at first and only taken him seriously later?]
[Damn, this guy is ruthless! He's clearly determined to wipe out Nameless and Chaldea at any cost!]
[Look closely—it's not just the high-tech warships on the surface. There are traps underwater too!]
[This is beyond ridiculous! Chaldea only has a handful of people, and you're throwing ten divisions at them?!]
...
Back in the real world, within the Epang Palace,
Zhuge Liang's expression shifted to one of surprise. "Incredible... This demigod hero—why does he remind me so much of myself?"
This was the most shocking part.
According to myth, most demigods were proud and domineering.
Yet here,
Odysseus had mobilized an overwhelming force, clearly leaving Nameless no room to survive.
This attitude—of using absolute strength even against the weakest foe—was unmistakably similar to his own.
"To be honest... I quite admire him."
Chen Gong exclaimed in amazement, "When resources are scarce, use tactical maneuvers; when abundant, unleash overwhelming firepower—this is exactly how it should be done!"
Previously, Nameless had managed to turn defeat into victory time and again by exploiting his enemies' underestimation and arrogance.
Those foes possessed formidable abilities that could have obliterated him from the start.
Yet, one after another, they deliberately chose to toy with him like a cat playing with a mouse.
In the end, they all ended up outplaying themselves.
To say something bordering on treason—the First Emperor was actually the one who held back the most.
Following Chen Gong's approach, simply activating the full might of the Lishan Hero Vault and the Great Wall Orbital Cannon from the outset would have effortlessly annihilated all of Chaldea. Even someone as strong as Nameless would have stood no chance!
Now, however, the forces of the Fifth Lostbelt had grasped this principle perfectly and unhesitatingly adopted the strategy of overwhelming firepower.
They directly mobilized a fleet of terrifying, futuristic warships.
Alongside them was a newly manufactured army of formidable demonic beasts.
Moreover, Chen Gong even noticed something else lurking in the skies—clearly the handiwork of a certain chief god!
Chen Gong shook his head. "A pity, it's still not enough. If it were up to me, I'd mobilize at least six chief gods for a guaranteed kill!"
"Just whose side are you on?" Zhuge Liang couldn't help but feel exasperated, taking half a step back.
Under normal circumstances, shouldn't one be cheering for Nameless?
How is it that you're only thinking about how to annihilate him?
Zhuge Liang, however, was absolutely certain.
The best way to dismantle the Fifth Lostbelt would be to let Chen Gong join the ranks of the Greek gods.
At that point, even without Nameless lifting a finger, this guy would undoubtedly turn the Greek pantheon into a grand fireworks display!
All those demigods and deities would be nothing more than moving, spectacular fireworks in his eyes!
...
The footage continued.
Facing the silent and wary members of Chaldea, a holographic screen materialized before the warship fleet, revealing the mastermind behind it all—Odysseus.
With unshakable confidence, he declared, "Members of Chaldea, your annihilation is inevitable!"
"No, I won't allow it!" Nameless drew his sword and pointed it at him.
"Heh, still daring to resist... Very well. All forces, attack! Leave none alive!"
Odysseus issued the final order of extermination.
One after another, the demonic beasts launched their assault.
These creatures were the result of research and replication based on Echidna, mass-produced on an assembly line.
Echidna, the wife of Typhon.
In Greek mythology, fearsome beasts like the hundred-headed dragon Ladon, the Chimera, and the three-headed hellhound Cerberus were all her offspring.
Now, Atlantis had analyzed and replicated her essence, mass-producing mechanical demonic beasts.
These assembly-line monsters nearly possessed the same power as her true progeny!
Faced with the onslaught of countless beasts, Nameless didn't hesitate to summon aid on the spot.
"Ana, please lend me your strength once more!"
Hum~
The summoning circle for Heroic Spirits lit up, and a familiar petite figure appeared—Ana, who had previously made her debut in the Singularity of the Absolute Demonic Front.
Also known as Medusa, the youngest of the Gorgon sisters!
"So many demonic beasts again, and oddly enough, they're all cold machines!" Ana frowned slightly as she surveyed the surroundings.
Back in the Seventh Singularity, she had transformed into the Demonic Beast Goddess, devouring her two elder sisters and creating an endless army of beasts that nearly destroyed Uruk.
Now, summoned by Nameless, she faced a sea of artificially manufactured demonic beasts.
Nameless spoke with deep remorse. "I'm truly sorry to rely on your power again like this."
With his combat power, attempting to annihilate a legion-level formidable magical beast was as difficult as scaling the heavens.
Every trade has its master.
Since the enemy had mobilized a magical beast legion, it was time to summon the genuine Beast Goddess, Gorgon!
"Of course, leave it to me," Anna nodded.
Then, her petite figure suddenly began to expand wildly.
The Beast Goddess who had once nearly brought Uruk to ruin descended upon these seas.
Gorgon, with her human head and serpentine body, bore an almost identical form to these mass-produced magical beasts.
But the difference was—
Her hair was a writhing mass of venomous snakes.
Magical energy surged in the Beast Goddess Gorgon's eyes: "Turn to stone, all of you!"
Hum~
Her Mystic Eyes activated fully, petrifying light sweeping across countless magical beasts.
Under this overwhelming power, one beast after another was instantly petrified.
Their movements ceased entirely as they plummeted into the ocean.
Cainis roared in fury, "Damn you, Gorgon! It seems the gods' punishment wasn't enough for you—you're dead!"
Without hesitation, she launched a fierce attack, intent on slaying Gorgon outright.
However—
Nameless had no intention of standing idly by.
Countless golden chains surged from behind him, seeking to bind Cainis completely.
[Enkidu!]
Faced with this strike specifically designed to counter divinity—
Cainis swung her spear, unleashing the formidable authority of the Sea God.
The entire ocean erupted in an instant.
Storms raged, the seas roared, and towering waves surged forth to block the chains of heaven head-on.
"Retreat at full speed—we must not let her delay us!" Nameless suddenly shouted.
Facing a fully prepared army, the wisest course was to avoid their strongest assault.
Find their weakness and crush it completely.
A head-on confrontation wouldn't just make victory difficult—
Even if they somehow won, it would only draw the attention of more powerful gods.
Yet, Caenis charged straight at them: "Don't even think of escaping! You'll sleep forever in the depths of this sea!"
Riding atop a tsunami, she transformed into an all-devouring tidal wave, surging toward them.
Chaldea's ship, like a lone leaf in a storm, was violently tossed about.
Captain Nemo yelled, "Hurry up and go! My new Nautilus won't hold out for long!"
Staying behind against such a terrifying tsunami and countless demonic beasts would be suicide.
"Retreat! Get out of here now!"
Mana surged in Nameless's hand, forming Excalibur, which he unhesitatingly threw like a disposable Noble Phantasm.
BOOM!
The holy sword exploded into a golden mushroom cloud, forcing the goddess Caenis to halt her advance.
The new Nautilus immediately set sail, attempting to shift into the Imaginary Number Space to evade pursuit.
Just as the spatial jump activated, preparing to make their escape—
A clear, melodious voice rang out from the heavens—
"Pitiful humans of Chaldea, you cannot leave without my permission."
"Stay right where you are!"
High above the sky,
An enormous starship had been lying in wait for some time.
Da Vinci stared blankly at the observation screen. "How can a starship like this exist in this era?"
Hovering in the heavens was an unheard-of cosmic warship, wielding technology far surpassing that of Pan-Human History.
Not even Qin Shi Huang of the Lostbelt had achieved such a feat!
Without giving them any time to react,
The starship immediately fired its main cannon—
[Thou Art, the Golden Light That Pierces the Stars (Shooting in Ortygia)]!
BOOM!
A dazzling beam of light descended from the heavens, mercilessly striking the new Nautilus!