Chapter 367: [367] I, Solomon, stand at the pinnacle of heroic spirits! The mastermind makes an appearance [2]
Having gone through a unique upbringing, her personality has become increasingly eccentric.
She despises being treated as a girl and feels the same aversion when treated as a boy.
It’s only natural for someone who grew up in the wrong era and the wrong family to become a rebellious knight.
"Femininity?"
Da Vinci paused slightly, filled with admiration as she said, "Mash, you’ve really grown up."
Only after growing up would one desire to possess femininity in order to conquer that guy.
Unfortunately.
In this regard, she truly couldn’t help her much.
Let’s not forget, she was once a bona fide man.
When she descended in her heroic spirit form, she deliberately used the [Golden Rule (Body)] to transform herself into the likeness of her most proud work, the "Mona Lisa’s Smile."
From then on, she possessed boundless youth and charm.
But that charm was purely innate and a matter of physique, with nothing to learn from.
After all, that doctor liked virtual idols and didn’t spare her a second glance.
Even Nameless, who was subjected to her various teases, remained utterly unfazed.
In such a situation, how could she teach little Shield Girl to possess femininity?
"Um, let’s pretend I didn’t ask that," Mash quickly said.
She remembered the other’s background.
Asking such a question was truly putting Da Vinci in an awkward position.
Hmm, should she ask that French knight, Alphonse?
She heard he possessed a powerful [Intuition] and could always provide the right answers.
The key was that Alphonse hadn’t been captured by the seniors, making him a potential ideal reference!
Earlier, her dear father Lancelot had asked Alphonse, which led to him donning that cat-girl outfit.
That outfit was a gift she had prepared for her senior after they finished with the singularity.
Was it intuition, or just a lucky guess?
It seemed she needed to inquire.
In the video.
"Grrr!"
In her anger, Mordred couldn’t help but bite at the other.
"Little Mordred, it’s time to get up."
Nameless frowned slightly but stopped his reprimand.
The slap earlier hadn’t caused much harm, but it was highly insulting.
It was enough to leave a deep impression.
One had to say, those tiger teeth... hurt.
Thank goodness it was just a bite on the hand and not somewhere else.
"Damn it, I will never forgive you!" Mordred was still in a furious state.
How humiliating.
To have her bottom exposed in public like that was utterly disgraceful.
She was a proud rebellious knight, one who dared to draw her sword against her father.
There was no way she could forgive him!
Just then.
The other suddenly leaned in and gently kissed her forehead.
The soft sensation left Mordred momentarily stunned.
The anger that had been on her small face turned into a dazed expression.
Immediately, an endless blush erupted on her cheeks, as if she were a ripe apple.
Her mind was filled with disbelief—
This guy really kissed her!
Ah, ah, ah, her brain was shaking wildly!
Mordred stammered, "D-Don’t think, don’t think that just because you did that, I-I’ll forgive you!"
Just then, the culprit had been defeated, and the singularity was repelling her.
Mordred hurriedly left.
If she stayed any longer, people would see her excited and joyful expression, and she absolutely could not continue to embarrass herself!
After she vanished from sight.
Nameless smiled, "What a cute... little brat!"
"Indeed, she’s too thin-skinned," Andersen shook his head.
This girl clearly wanted to compete with her father for men, yet her skin was shockingly thin.
She couldn’t handle such normal intimacy at all.
Just a kiss on the forehead and she was like this; if he really kissed her lips, wouldn’t she instantly—
What about when it came to various indescribable moments? Would she faint or even go into shock?
Doctor Roman gently coughed, "Ahem, we need to retrieve the Holy Grail; there’s no need for further fighting."
The magical pillar that created the singularity had been completely defeated.
Once they retrieved the Holy Grail, they could repair this singularity.
Just then.
Doctor Roman suddenly exclaimed, "Wait, what is this reaction... everyone be careful! A power completely different from a Servant has appeared!"
"What is it? Why does it possess a power similar to particle transfer? This is impossible; outside of Chaldea, no one has mastered it!"
He was thrown into utter confusion.
A wave of familiar energy descended in an extremely familiar manner.
As if the other also mastered the particle transfer technique!
Mash instinctively raised her shield, positioning it in front of Nameless, and guardedly said, "Senpai, what exactly is that? Why is there no abnormality, yet I feel a chill down my spine?"
It was terrifying.
As if some horrifying existence was descending.
She was holding a shield, yet felt no sense of safety whatsoever.
At any moment, she could be crushed like a tiny bug!
Nameless was equally vigilant: "Be careful, it’s a terrifying enemy we cannot currently withstand!"
"Watch out, the spatial gate has opened!" Doctor Roman shouted loudly.
At his warning, everyone became extremely alert.
Even the countless onlookers felt a chill run through them.
They instinctively tensed up.
Buzz~
The spatial gate fully opened.
Horrific, grotesque tentacles surged wildly from within.
Each one bore eyes that looked particularly menacing and terrifying.
This scene sent shivers down the spines of countless people, evoking a sense of horror akin to losing one’s sanity before a Cthulhu-like entity.
A calm and powerful voice echoed—
"Marshal of Magic, Gilles de Rais. The divine ancestor of the Roman Empire, Romulus. Captain of the Argo, Jason. And the scholar of the divine realm, Nikola Tesla..."
Each name he unleashed belonged to one of the formidable singularity enemies that Nameless and the others had fought hard against!
The voice’s owner paused slightly, not hiding his disappointment: "What a bunch of useless trash; you can’t even count as a qualified Servant. How disappointing!"
"Boring, utterly uninteresting. Humanity has indeed deteriorated generation after generation!"
Each of these powerful, god-like enemies was merely a group of—
Useless trash!
The audience was stunned—
[Whoa, this guy is way too arrogant, who does he think he is?]
[Damn, he’s not just a little arrogant; even the divine ancestor of the Roman Empire is treated as a servant!]
[Earlier, Nikola Tesla was said to surpass Zeus, yet he was also scorned by this guy!]
[Could this guy truly be the real mastermind behind it all?]
[If that’s the case, we’re doomed! Nameless, run! You can’t possibly defeat him now; you need to gather a bunch of heroic spirits to gang up on him!]
...
The audience was momentarily stunned.
There were a total of seven singularities, and this was only the fourth; why did he suddenly appear?
Was he like that overly cautious boss who blocks your way right after you leave the beginner village, wanting to eliminate you at the root?
The problem was, Nameless wasn’t cautious; he couldn’t just stay at home and level up crazily!
In the Academy City.
Tamamo-no-Mae’s eyes widened in astonishment as she said, "That king has descended!"
The ultimate mastermind behind the creation of singularities throughout human history had descended recklessly at this moment.
Tamamo-no-Mae could only wish to see just how strong he truly was!
How much stronger than her at her peak.
As a genuine human evil, she felt no fear towards him!
Merlin naturally knew what she was thinking and shook his head with a sigh: "Don’t think about it; you can’t even compare."
"What? That’s impossible!" Tamamo-no-Mae couldn’t believe it at all.
Even when Nameless faced her, he had to fight with everything he had.
He had to sacrifice the foundation of the Archer class to defeat her.
No matter how strong he was, he couldn’t be incomprehensibly strong.
"You should know, I am a candidate for the Crown Magus. And that one possesses a true Crown Magus—"
Merlin grew increasingly helpless: "No, a towering power that surpasses the Crown!"
"Surpassing the Crown of Heroic Spirits?" Tamamo-no-Mae was increasingly shocked and incredulous.
Crown Heroic Spirits are considered the pinnacle of Heroic Spirits.
Even the mighty primordial goddess Tiamat was struck down by the Crown Killing Order King Hassan, who bestowed the concept of death with a single blow.
Could this being be immune to attacks from Crown Heroic Spirits?
"Exactly. This being is known as a Grand Caster, yet surpasses even that title, reaching a level I cannot even begin to fathom."
Merlin could only sigh in resignation.
A mere candidate for Grand Caster—if she dared to appear before such an existence, she would be effortlessly reduced to a plaything!
That was precisely why she refused to inherit the Grand Saint Graph.
To inherit it would mean being destined to oppose this being!
"So, how on earth did Nameless manage to defeat such a terrifying enemy?" Tamamo-no-Mae couldn’t believe it.
Servants indeed varied in strength.
But as a Beast, shouldn’t the gap be much smaller?
That bastard Merlin actually thought she wasn’t even worthy of comparison!
Did he really think she was some [worthless Human Evil]?
Once she gathered all nine tails and transformed into the White-Faced Golden-Furred Nine-Tailed Fox, reclaiming her power that surpassed even the gods, she would shock the world!
Then, she would challenge this so-called King of Mages one-on-one!
Under the anxious gazes of countless onlookers,
Romani Archaman grew increasingly alarmed: "Damn it, Sheba is unstable—I can only hear audio. Gudao, Mash, what’s happening over there?"
"Someone is approaching," Nameless replied calmly.
But Mash’s hair stood on end: "Doctor, someone so powerful it terrifies me has arrived!"
Behind them,
Shakespeare, who had followed, was equally horrified: "Inconceivable! Even the legendary demons and angels pale in comparison!"
"Good heavens, He possesses inexhaustible magical energy—His very existence could collapse the entire world!"
"He is a god—no, even gods fall short!"
Every Servant present
was utterly overwhelmed.
As the figure descended, they felt the entire world groan under the unbearable weight.
All things, all existence, revolved around Him in frenzied worship.
He was the absolute center of all magical energy, all elements, all creation!
Shakespeare, as a mage, felt his mana run wild, compelling him to prostrate himself.
As if He were the King of all magic!
Shakespeare took a deep breath: "Andersen, shouldn’t we take our leave and rest?"
Though he called it "leaving,"
it was sheer terror driving him to flee!
"Why must you always exaggerate so much? Besides, the only god I fear is the Editor God!"
Andersen retorted, trying to sound nonchalant.
But his next words betrayed his true feelings:
"...I agree with the fleeing part! Why has such an existence suddenly appeared?"
Fleeing when outmatched was the ultimate survival tactic.
To foolishly provoke Him would be nothing short of suicide.
Romani grew increasingly frantic: "Who is it? Gudao, Mash, report your situation immediately!"
As he spoke,
the voice continued:
"Ah, so you are that Romani Archaman? Chaldea, like myself, exists independently of the time axis—so much so that even my eyes, capable of perceiving past and future, cannot truly locate it."
"That is why you persist, clinging to life in such a wretched, pitiful state."
"How tragic. Refusing to accept the destined end of human history—you are nothing more than a stain left behind by its scorched remains!"
The terrifying aura of the newcomer erupted unrestrained, enveloping the entire singularity.
A cold snort echoed: "You foolish remnants who dare oppose me—the only ones left standing against my grand undertaking—kneel and worship me properly!"
Under the overwhelming pressure of that dreadful presence.
Every Servant stared in shock, even fear, at the figure before them.
As if witnessing the descent of an invincible deity!
Mashu tensed further, watching intently: "Are you the ’King’ Lev mentioned?"
To dare address the final boss of the singularity as a mere servant left only one possibility.
This was—
The ultimate mastermind behind everything!
At Mashu’s question.
The figure’s gaze turned icy, as if observing insects: "What? You should already know my identity. Are you truly such ignorant monkeys that you require instruction?"
"But no matter. This wretched inferiority is precisely what defines humanity!"
The laughter that followed was utterly unrestrained.
From start to finish, the figure paid no heed to the hostile glares of the Servants.
Or rather, there was no need to care!
A calm declaration followed: "I am the ultimate goal you pursue!"
"I am the King who commands the seventy-two demon gods, who ignites the history of mankind!"
"My name is Solomon, one of the seven Grand Servants standing atop all Heroic Spirits!"