Back in the real Epang Palace.
All the Chinese Heroic Spirits watching were stunned into silence.
Zhuge Liang stared dumbfounded at the screen: "Hundreds of millions of King Arthurs unleashing their ultimate attacks???"
He couldn't believe his ears.
The opponent must be bluffing, right?
King Arthur stood among the mightiest of Heroic Spirits.
Yet now, this person was brazenly claiming his third Noble Phantasm equaled hundreds of millions of King Arthurs attacking simultaneously!
Who would believe that?
Could you believe it?
Zhuge Liang certainly couldn't.
With computational abilities rivaling a supercomputer, he'd instantly calculated the terrifying implications of hundreds of millions of King Arthurs attacking together.
This energy would be enough to bombard every corner of Earth—every inch of land and sea—repeatedly!
If concentrated into a single strike...
It would possess the horrifying power to pierce through and utterly destroy the entire planet!
Nothing on Earth could possibly surpass such unimaginable energy!
With power of this magnitude, King Solomon could indeed reverse time and return Earth to its state 4.6 billion years ago!
"Hundreds of millions of King Arthurs attacking together?"
Chen Gong's eyes lit up, "If we gathered them all and I enhanced them further, could we instantly annihilate the Umbral Star?"
"...Enough already!"
Zhuge Liang shot him a disgusted look.
Even at this critical moment, this guy was still obsessed with fireworks displays.
We're talking about hundreds of millions of King Arthurs—forget fireworks, they could eat all of China bare just from food consumption alone!
Leaving not a single blade of grass standing!
Han Xin gazed with envy: "What enviable military strength!"
[The more troops Han Xin commands, the better!]
If he had hundreds of millions of King Arthurs as his army, he'd conquer the universe outright!
Zhuge Liang took a deep breath: "It seems our starship project must be accelerated!"
"I agree," Han Xin nodded.
After defeating the United States' Council of Gods, we obtained extremely valuable black technology from the numerous Olympian Machine Gods' main body warships.
Zhuge Liang and others planned to create a series of cosmic warships comparable to Heroic Spirits.
These would be highly intelligent, possessing human-like cognition, to be called—
[Shipgirls!]
Each one would be crafted like an idol, perfected to unparalleled levels.
This way, the public wouldn't just refrain from opposing military expansion—they would beg for it with tears in their eyes.
They'd willingly spend money on merchandise to fund military expenses.
Of course.
Most importantly, this new era black technology could fight autonomously, avoiding massive human casualties.
Zhuge Liang declared with absolute certainty: "A nation's rise shall be marked by shipgirls everywhere! We must report to Qin Shi Huang and initiate the frenzied military expansion plan!"
All Heroic Spirits nodded in agreement without the slightest objection.
In fact, they felt the proposed expansion was too modest!
The revelation of King Solomon's third Noble Phantasm completely reshaped all of China's Heroic Spirits' worldviews.
They never imagined that even the mighty King Arthur could be measured in units of "hundreds of millions"!
Meanwhile, in the real Chaldea.
Gilgamesh, who had originally come to mock the doctor, twitched at the corner of his mouth: "The energy equivalent of hundreds of millions of Excaliburs... used to exterminate humanity?"
Too extravagant!
Extravagant beyond imagination.
Even his [Gate of Babylon] only contained 360 portals, with full power merely matching Excalibur's might.
But now.
This opponent claimed to possess energy equivalent to hundreds of millions of Excalibur's full-power strikes combined.
You must be cheating, right?
"Hundreds of millions..."
Qin Shi Huang similarly twitched at the corner of his mouth.
He deeply felt his current strength remained insufficient.
A single space Great Wall encircling Earth clearly lacked sufficient firepower.
Better to construct tens of thousands of space Great Walls, annihilating all enemies with absolutely overwhelming force!
Not enough! Not enough! Not enough!
Military expansion was imperative!
Qin Shi Huang secretly resolved to convene all Heroic Spirits after viewing the recording.
They would frantically mass-produce these cosmic warships called [Shipgirls], while developing even more formidable weapons of war!
Dr. Roman watched the screen with complex emotions.
Such... sin!
Igniting the annals of human history, gathering energy comparable to hundreds of millions of King Arthurs unleashing their full power at once—such force would truly possess the power to annihilate humanity.
Indeed, it had to be him who ended it all with his own hands!
Even the little shield girl he regarded as a daughter dared to stand up—what reason did he have to hide?
The video continued.
The King of Solomon, descending upon the Singularity, laughed wildly. "Survivors of Chaldea, grovel at my feet!"
"Senpai, what should we do?"
Mash grew increasingly tense as she stared at the enemy. "He's the mastermind behind all this—we should eliminate him, but there's no way we can win against him!"
"Mash, stay calm. No matter who he is, right now, he's still just a Servant!" Romani Archaman quickly reassured her. "The Heroic Spirit within you was chosen by the Holy Grail—you're no weaker than him!"
Under his comforting words, the little shield girl finally relaxed slightly.
The overwhelming, terrifying pressure left her with not even a shred of hope for victory.
But Solomon only laughed louder. "Hah! You dare judge me by the standards of a mere Heroic Spirit?"
"I thought you were a clever man, but it seems you're nothing more than a foolish mage!"
Bzzzt—
The grotesque tentacles swirling behind him ran rampant.
Towering Demon God Pillars once again appeared before everyone's eyes.
Solomon waved his hand in amusement. "In honor of your stupidity, I shall use only four of my pillars!"
Four Demon God Pillars descended simultaneously!
It was clear—these were the very same bosses from the previous Singularities that Nameless and the others had defeated.
Mash gasped. "Doctor, activate the Rayshift now! If this continues, we'll be wiped out—"
"No, Mash! Under his interference, Rayshifting is impossible!" Romani grew increasingly frantic. "As long as he's here, you can't return!"
The enemy wielded power beyond imagination and commanded magecraft far surpassing Chaldea's capabilities.
Attempting a Rayshift in his presence would only result in instant annihilation!
Mash bit her lip. "In that case, at least let Senpai escape!"
As a shield warrior, she would never allow harm to come to her Senpai—not unless she was dead first!
Most importantly.
Senpai was the last remaining Master, the sole hope of humanity. They could not afford to lose them!
"Don't worry. I won't abandon you," Nameless said, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Hahaha! You insects shall burn like the trash you are!"
Solomon waved his hand.
The four Demon God Pillars erupted with annihilating radiance, intent on obliterating everyone.
Without hesitation, Mash raised her shield, standing firm before Nameless.
At that moment—
Andersen, who had been urging retreat, charged forward with fearless bravery. "I simply cannot tolerate you harming them!"
[The Story of Your Life (Marchen Meines Lebens)]!
His Noble Phantasm blazed, transforming into a dazzling light that enveloped Nameless, Mash, and the others.
It poured everything into amplifying their strength.
Yet he himself—like a moth drawn to flame—burned through all his magical energy, striving to withstand the enemy's devastating attack.
Under such an assault...
Andersen was instantly dealt a heavy blow, spitting blood as he sighed weakly, "What a joke. You're truly beyond reason—no mage stands a chance against you!"
"Andersen... thank you." Nameless quickly supported him.
This coward, who still held humanity in his heart, refused to flee despite everything.
Though possessing the body of a ten-year-old boy, Andersen stubbornly straightened up to face the enemy. "King Solomon, I've seen through your true identity!"
At these words, the doctor, who could only hear the voice, was instantly seized by panic.
He instinctively asked, "What identity?"
Solomon sneered coldly in response. "Oh? Do tell. Perhaps I'll grant you a quicker death."
"The Seven Riders were summoned by Alaya to prolong human history. Their enemies are precisely those like you—existences that threaten civilization!"
Wiping the blood from his lips, Andersen glared at him with fury burning in his youthful face. "And the strongest among them will be the Grand Servant destined to oppose you!"
"Hah! Correct. Yet humans, driven by selfish desires, twisted this protection into the Holy Grail War!"
Solomon's laughter grew increasingly disdainful. "I am the King of Kings, the Mage of Mages, the one chosen by the Root!"
"Thus, you may address me as the Grand Caster—Solomon, the King of Magic!"
His true identity was now unveiled by his own words.
It only fueled the rage of countless onlookers.
The Grand Servants were meant to protect humanity.
Yet now—
This man sought to destroy it with sheer arrogance!
Solomon, however, reveled in their fury. "Hahaha! Admit it—you can do nothing! You can only watch as I ignite human history, annihilating each and every one of you!"
"Everything you've done holds no value whatsoever!"
The more humanity raged, feared, and despaired, the more it excited him.
It was the thrill of a cat toying with its prey.
Then—
Nameless suddenly stepped forward, his gaze icy as he faced Solomon. "We may all die, but that doesn't mean our actions are meaningless!"
"Oh? If death is inevitable, what difference does it make whether you struggle or flee?" King Solomon regarded him with amusement.
This man—the last remaining Master of humanity—carried the hopes of Chaldea upon his shoulders.
It intrigued the invincible king greatly.
"You may be right—it is meaningless!"
To everyone's shock, Nameless agreed with him.
The others were stunned, unable to comprehend his words.
Nameless sighed softly. "Indeed, no matter how noble your dreams, no matter how happy your life—death renders it all meaningless."
"Hahaha! Exactly! So submit to me, and join me in creating an eternal paradise of bliss!" Solomon laughed in delight.
Seeing them utterly broken and fallen would only bring him greater joy.
"But if it's all meaningless—does that mean the sacrifices of the countless Servants who fought to protect humanity were meaningless? The struggles of those who fought until now—were they meaningless?"
Nameless' eyes burned like flames. "No! Only we, the living, only those who continue to fight—we are the ones who give their actions meaning!"
The sudden turn of events left Mash, Andersen, and the others staring at each other in stunned silence, faintly grasping the underlying meaning.
Even the mighty King Solomon gazed at them with growing interest.
"Those pitiful sacrifices, those innocent ordinary people, those sages who struggled through generations... All their burdens now fall upon us, the living who still fight!"
Nameless drew his sword and pointed it at the enemy before him, a being powerful enough to surpass the gods. "It falls to us to give meaning to their sacrifices! This is the only way to oppose this cruel world! So—"
"Rage with all your might!"
"Roar until your voice is hoarse!"
"Fight with everything you've got!"
The one who should have been consumed by despair now burned like a blazing flame of hope.
Igniting his very life and soul, he sought to carve a path from darkness into light for humanity!