They've already fought their way through the Holy Grail War, and you still call them dragons?

Now that the Holy Grail system is gone, the Servant's spirit itself is unstable. If it is damaged again, it is a foregone conclusion that it will be eliminated in the next second.

Charlotte, sitting by the Falling Cave, dangled her legs from the edge of the rock face, dangling gently. She gazed at the dark cavern with a constipated expression, perhaps mourning the impending loss of her Pseudo-Servant power.

In fact, Charlotte was wondering what was going on in the world. Was she really not dreaming?

He actually chatted and laughed with a group of Dragon Kings, and even seriously discussed the principles and solutions of various magic alchemy. These Dragon Kings, who were said to be the top targets of the secret party, were surprisingly not cruel at all.

One likes to act young and act like a cute junior sister, and is responsible for cheering everyone up and asking about their well-being like a cheerleader. The other one has obviously developed a dragon body but still has the mentality of a child. She has been hiding in a corner since her debut, and apart from talking to people, she is eating potato chips, digging holes, and playing in the mud.

The last one gave her the feeling that he was similar to her grandfather, a research maniac who would stay in the laboratory all day and all night.

Are these Dragon Kings too human-like? They're making her a little scared...

Charlotte controlled the flowing mercury, her mind full of wild thoughts.

At this time, Nono, as the Little Holy Grail, had already gone down the cave to connect with the earth veins. Charlotte really didn't know why this woman who won easily was unwilling to be a vase obediently, but was so crazy that she wanted to participate in the fight.

Logically speaking, according to the family tradition of those mixed-race families in Europe, women should just stay at home and be a vase. Their main task in life is to give birth to better offspring, and they don't need to consider anything else.

No matter how glamorously they are packaged in aristocratic occasions, the only difference between them is the high price of the packaging and the even higher price.

Charlotte herself was a special case. She had demonstrated academic talent, which was equivalent to finding a new path, embarking on a new track and thus increasing her value. Although she used to complain about her grandfather's "cramming" education all day long, a trip to the Clock Tower revealed that without being valued, it was impossible to succeed...

Perhaps Nuonuo is also unwilling to accept his own powerlessness.

Charlotte looked around casually, and suddenly she remembered that the big fool named Finger in the distance had adapted to the current situation very quickly, and was even chatting and laughing with the dragon Fenrir before long.

If it weren't for the size difference, this bear-like man might be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with the dragon...

Is this really an elite talent sent by the secret party? Why does he look like an idiot or a minion?

Charlotte's gaze met Emiya's, who happened to glance over at her, for a moment, but the contact was instantly severed. She instinctively panicked and turned away.

Emiya is going to kill gods again, but it seems that I can only play supporting role... Oh, I still remember the Summoning Night, when we met offline, she thought that being a pseudo-servant was so great, and she was still talking nonsense there. Now when I think about my performance, I feel so embarrassed that I want to dig out a three-bedroom apartment from the soles of my feet.

Emiya, you must win. Charlotte silently blessed in her heart, I believe in you, you must also believe in yourself.

Believe in yourself who believes in yourself.

----

"What's wrong?" Ugly Gozen looked at Emiya with his eyes suddenly flashing.

"Avenger, if you surrender your Bull-Headed Heavenly King divine power like this, your spiritual foundation will be irreversibly damaged, right? Ibuki-douji, the enemy you specifically manifested to deal with, is right before your very eyes, yet you can't defeat him personally. Don't you feel any regret?"

"No, I have used all my strength for my Lord, and that is enough. It's a pity, but there is no other way. The timing is so unfortunate."

The lips under the Ugly Gozen's helmet smiled softly, curved like a crescent moon.

Part of her temperament was rationally suppressed by this armor, but deep down she was still Minamoto no Raikou who regarded her Master as her own child.

Haha, isn’t it also something that makes her happy that the child can take the initiative to fulfill her wish in this world?

"Emiya, the preparations here are complete, let's start the final step." Norton's voice interrupted their conversation.

Emiya nodded naturally and walked towards the center of the ceremony venue.

He was not worried about any accidents that might happen during Norton's ritual. After all, he was on the developer side of the Holy Grail War. Charlotte and Shami, the two pseudo-servants, were both existing successful cases, so the risk of failure was almost minimal.

"Please wait a moment." Ugly Gozen suddenly said.

"what happened?"

"I hope to give this 'Great Armor' to my lord." Ugly Gozen stretched out his fingers and tapped lightly on the metal helmet he was wearing. The heavy armor reflected a dark purple cold light.

Emiya felt that this was completely unnecessary, "Avenger, you've already damaged your spiritual base. If you do it again—"

I'm afraid that his spiritual foundation will be shattered and he will dissipate on the spot.

"It's alright. For me, this is just a disguise, but for you, the Master, great defense, durability, and resistance to mental spells are crucial. My Lord, consider this as a small request before we part. I'm truly worried about you."

The voice of Ugly Gozen from inside the armor was still calm, but the worry of a mother looking at her child was quietly revealed between the lines.

"Avenger..."

Emiya felt a little complicated as he watched Ugly Gozen take off his armor without hesitation.

In fact, when he first knew that it was Uzumaki who was summoned, he was on guard. Later, Uzumaki behaved a little strangely, which made him suspicious...but the result was Minamoto no Raikou who he had never expected.

"Then, the [Solo Warrior] skill is lifted."

The great apparatus containing purple lightning turned into a stream of light that would never return and flew into the ceremony venue. Ugly Gozen finally took off his spiritual robe disguise, and his figure returned to his original mature appearance to everyone's surprise.

"I apologize again. Please forgive me for concealing my identity and disguising myself as someone else. It's only natural that you should be wary of an Avenger, a class as ruthless as a demon or rakshasa."

Ugly Gozen—no, Minamoto no Raikou’s figure emitted a faint light, and as the dark fog gradually dissipated, she seemed to be merging with the morning light.

"You are an excellent Master, but I must remind you that you always rush too far forward in battle. Fighting is a warrior's duty, but it can also be a warrior's grave... I hope you can regard this as a mother's advice to her child, and I also hope..."

Minamoto no Raikou looked at his body which was gradually dissipating. "Ahh, is it because I was too long-winded? It's too late..."

She threw the last helmet away, "This great armor is for you. Consider it our 'destiny'! Perhaps we'll meet again someday in the future—"

Emiya subconsciously reached out to grab the light that the helmet had transformed into, but the person who threw the helmet had already disappeared.

----

Looking out leisurely from the high ground, one can see that on the scarred earth, the black fog seems to have finally exhausted its last bit of strength and began to irreversibly disintegrate under the expulsion of the morning light.

The final night of the Holy Grail War seemed particularly long, experiencing the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons, the ascension of the White King to godhood, the advent of the Bull-Headed Heavenly King, and the destruction of the Holy Grail... and now, it has finally ushered in its final scene.

When Emiya arrived here, Ibuki Douji was facing the rising sun with her back to her, raising... her long snake tail.

"Oh, you're finally here?"

Ibuki Douji watched Emiya approach. From the outside, this human seemed unchanged. As for his inner self...

"Hoho, I'm still thinking, if you can't stop me this morning, then I will let the millions of people in this city witness the last sunrise they'll ever see."

"Then your idea, I'm afraid, has failed?"

Emiya approached the great snake god's branch spirit step by step. The god's heavy aura and strong pressure could not hinder him at all.

On the contrary, an explosive force spread from his heart and internal organs to his limbs and bones, and then filled his blood and circuits with a river-like flow of magic power.

All the fatigue from the previous battle with the false god Izanami disappeared, and his entire state almost reached the limit of perfection, like a balloon that was completely inflated with gas.

"I'm the god of disaster, you know? Why don't you flee, but instead actively approach me?"

Ibuki Douji opened his lips slightly, and his slender tongue, like a snake's tongue, carried saliva and slid around his lips, like a ferocious snake about to start hunting.

"How can I defeat you completely if I don't get closer?"

Emiya said.

"I clearly gave you ample time to prepare, yet no one chose to flee. Instead, everyone joined forces, devising and executing a plan to defeat the gods... Are humans all so fond of futile struggle?"

"Yeah, that's our struggle to survive."

Emiya clenched his fists. Besides, since Ibuki's previous statement had clearly stated that all those related to the Holy Grail War would be killed, then even if he ran away on the spot, she would hunt him down without hesitation, right?

"Haha, then come closer to me."

"..." Emiya took a deep breath, and the pseudo-god spirit within him, Susanoo, brimmed with intense energy, like a competitor on steroids in a sports arena.

This is not to say that the pseudo-god created by Norton is so successful, but because this pseudo-god, which was temporarily pieced together with spiritual bases, is a temporary force.

In other words, it was a one-time thing. After all, the White King's previous preparations for the divine ritual were sufficient and complete. Norton only had a short time from conceiving the experimental steps to completing them. Considering the efficiency issue, the fact that he was able to complete the temporary simulation of the divine spirit was already a miracle.

"Very good, draw your sword and let me see the power of a mortal!"

Ibuki's divine aura suddenly rose, and the green sword in his hand shone brighter and brighter. The strong aura caused drastic changes in things. The stones on the ground shook and floated in the air, and some fragile rock layers collapsed with a loud bang.

The battle of myths has begun.

Emiya raised his head, his golden eyes tearing through the mist between heaven and earth like lightning. With every movement, he began to distort nature. Following his own feelings, he recited the spell as if it were a mental cue:

"Divine Core Loading: Susanoo!"

boom!

The feeling was completely different from just now. Not only was there an abundance of magic power, but something seemed to be forced into his soul - he loaded it with ammunition called God!

At this moment, he was like a real god, his presence and vision were wildly elevated, as if he could see the dance of all things.

"Hahaha!" The blue-haired female deity laughed heartily.

She sensed a familiar presence, the aura of an old enemy, and said excitedly, "Not bad, not bad! This is exactly what I want to see, but this is far from enough--!"

The next moment, Emiya continued to release his pseudo-god spirit, and the thing inside that soul continued to expand -

"Deploy the Divine Power: Susanoo!"

Creaking... an illusory armor glowing with purple lightning began to form outside the body.

The armor seemed to be alive, composed of dense bones, flesh, and even scales. The illusory power was overflowing with divinity. When it spread to the ground, it caused the surface to crack into huge and dense scars as if it could not bear it.

Later, when the armor was finally fully formed, the figure had expanded to the height of several stories, forming a giant appearance like a hill.

After that--

"Divine Shell Entanglement·Ame-no-Kurosakumo Sword!"

The wind was blowing violently, and the power of the gods automatically gathered in his hands, flowing into shape in a friendly and excited manner. Emiya "worn" this "Susanoo Daijuku" and stared at the purple beam sword that was rapidly forming in his hand without blinking.

It was like condensed thunder, and also like surging and condensed burning flames.

Even with Emiya's skill level, he wasn't yet capable of projecting and forging a true divine weapon. This thing before him was merely a temporary reappearance of the shell of the Ame-no-Kami sword he had witnessed, using the power of a pseudo-god.

but--

Emiya controlled the Susanoo Titan, channeling immense power into the divine sword's outer shell, and swung it with all his might—!

The divine sword that was no different from a real god roared with a magic storm and slashed towards Ibuki, who was only three meters tall in front of him. The power was so brilliant that it seemed like the power of the sky!

"Uhuhuhuhahahaha! That's how it should be, that's how it should be!"

Ibuki was not surprised but happy. She seemed to be witnessing not a falling sword but a beautiful flower blooming in full bloom. The strength of her old enemy made the present world, which she felt was a bit boring, suddenly become quite interesting!

"Disaster is about to befall you! Draw your sword with divine might!"

The body of the incarnation of the Great Serpent God expanded further, and her divine aura was extremely exuded. The power of disaster overwhelmed all natural phenomena. All things seemed to be cheering for the gods, and the surroundings became windy and thunderous.

Ibuki stretched out his four arms, and the blue sword in his hands carried the furious power of wind and thunder. He rushed towards the enemy head-on, resisting Emiya's slash!

In an instant, the cyan and purple auroras tore each other apart in the violent collision, and from time to time, increasingly terrifying aftermaths erupted. The sharp and piercing loud cries almost tore the human eardrums, accompanied by a large-scale impact that broke the sound barrier.

The next moment, several huge abysses appeared on the fragile ground. The howling wind carried shock waves in all directions. The dense forests within a radius of several kilometers were broken and collapsed. Countless buildings made of concrete and steel bars seemed to have encountered a terrifying invisible pusher and were destroyed and collapsed in the shock.

"Ahahahaha! Happy, happy...!"

Ibuki Douji laughed loudly, and the voice of the god that echoed around turned into an invisible law, making the wind faster, the thunder more violent, the fire more intense, and the water flow more rapidly.

The huge giant armor began to fight with the big snake god.

Every movement they made was tearing the atmosphere apart wantonly, distorting everything on the surface of the earth like the terrifying power of heaven.

The dark clouds in the sky were so heavy that they were almost condensed into ink-colored clouds. Lightning flashed through them with terrifying force, and occasionally struck down. Under the duel between the two gods, the earth on earth was like a fragile ship that could not bear the weight, and it was tottering and about to capsize in the face of the vast and boundless divine power.

This is the battle of the Age of Gods, this is the reappearance of mythology.

"Wind, Fire, Thunder!"

Ibuki shouted excitedly.

Then storms, thunder and fire appeared out of nowhere and joined the battlefield. They were like tangible demons, jumping and undulating, adding a terrifying and horrifying color to the splendor of the battlefield.

Emiya tightly grasped the sword of Ame Murakumo, and through repeated collisions, he gradually became familiar with the form of this huge armor. His mind absorbed the battlefield experience that was too complex and confusing, and judged his next move.

Boom!

The armored giant he was controlling became agile. While raising his sword to chop Ibuki, he grabbed the opponent's winding and outstretched snake tail, then exerted force with one hand and swung it!

Bang! Ibuki was suddenly hit and fell to the ground.

Emiya then raised his sword again to chase after him, but the opponent's long green hair suddenly turned into clusters of snakes, stretched out, and flexibly wrapped around his arms to hinder his movement.

What the hell, how can your hair move like that? You can't possibly learn it from Medusa, right?

While Emiya was briefly surprised, Ibuki took the opportunity to climb out of the pit.

"Happy, very happy."

She did not show any unhappiness because her face had just hit the ground. Instead, she became even more excited.

Ibuki gathered a cloud of materialized energy beneath his feet, then lifted his massive divine form and floated it into the air. "This is a rare opportunity—how about we fight one another in the heavens?"

Ibuki's eyes gleamed. "After all, since you chose to challenge me to save yourself, you probably wouldn't want to watch this city being easily destroyed by a fierce battle, right?"