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"When I despair of reality, pleasure treats me as a plaything."

“The Star Core accepted me, even though it only wanted to use me, but I no longer care.”

“Jepard, can your eyes see what I can see? The image of Arillow’s death is becoming more and more concrete in my eyes.”

"You have nowhere to escape, whether it is you or Cocolia, I will completely erase everything on this planet from this universe."

"The Star Core promised me everything. When you city builders' worthless stones are reduced to dust, I will become the 'Arilo' of the new era."

Jepard watched the delusional shatterer spouting nonsense, remained silent for a moment, and then, like a tireless bull, launched another pointless charge toward that target.

His mind wasn't particularly sharp, but the education he received from the Lang family taught him what to hold onto. When his own thinking couldn't lead to a conclusion or a solution, he should entrust the answer to his body, to... his instincts.

"We will never fall!!!"

Clang!

The moment the violin case fell to the ground again, a gust of air suddenly swept across the ground. Whether it was a hallucination or not, in the ears of the deluded, it sounded as if a hammer had crashed down, overlapping with the sound of the violin case.

"Store here!!!"

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Chapter 050: You bastard, why do you have such a vivid imagination?! (Seeking first subscription, 2/10)

"A boring trick—!"

The Illusionist was likely enraged; the leaden clouds in the sky were torn apart in one breath, and the long-awaited sunlight finally shone upon this land covered in ice and snow. But in the next instant, the sunlight was swallowed up by the materialized imaginary energy.

"And so, I declare your end—!"

As it coalesced and compressed, as if holding an entire sun in its hand, just witnessing that coalesced flame of light caused Jepard to feel a burning stinging sensation in his eyes.

"A world-ending echo!!!"

As the blow crashed down, Jepard laughed fearlessly. He stood ramrod straight, showing no sign of yielding to this city-destroying attack. Instead, he channeled all the imaginary energy he could control into his skills, honed over decades, preparing to meet this most terrifying blow.

The storm, powerful enough to tear the sky apart, howled wildly in the narrow space.

At a certain moment,

The storm suddenly subsided.

The space that Jepard was gazing at seemed to have some tiny cracks in it, as if he could vaguely see them.

Perhaps it wasn't a hallucination, but a real phenomenon that he couldn't comprehend.

The opponent's power had likely reached an unimaginable limit.

But even so,

He showed no fear, nor did he retreat. He simply remained silent and ventured forward alone, right in the eye of the storm, directly ahead of the spot locked by that ball of light.

A silvery protective force kept his men at bay behind him. The guard officer, Jepard Landau, stared at what might be his last enemy and roared...

"Come and take it if you dare!!!"

"as you wish!!!"

As if compressing space to the point of collapse, a burst of light and flame roared out in an instant, reaching the guards on the ground. It was plasma formed from a storm powerful enough to blow up an entire city, possessing an ultra-high temperature exceeding that of the sun's surface, enough to easily melt everything on the planet Yalilo.

The moment the flame struck head-on, the surface of the violin case began to emit an unbearable burning sensation, as if one were holding a red-hot iron with bare hands... No, perhaps it's not necessary to use "as if," because the surface of the violin case had already begun to melt.

The protective shield held up by the remaining forces began to crack continuously, squeezed by the terrifying impact. Jepard's body was repeatedly forced to his knees, and blinding white light covered everything in front of him.

...Are we going to lose again?

As this thought crossed my mind, I vaguely heard, as if I were hallucinating, many people shouting...

"Captain! Captain!"

"I can't stand it! I'd rather die than let that bastard get a punch!"

"Get up! Jepard! Get up! Don't lose!"

"That bastard knocked my brother down to his knees, he's definitely going to..."

"Capture them and use them as Star Fury Force?!"

"You bastard, why do you have such a vivid imagination!"

...She's still so energetic.

Um? etc……

姐姐？！

Jepard's eyes suddenly opened wide. He wanted to turn around to check on his sister, but the pressure he was under prevented him from focusing on her for even a moment.

But suddenly, in the next moment, he felt the pressure he was under ease considerably. His vision was no longer completely white; instead, he could see a rather robust figure in red standing before him. The man raised his left hand and gave a thumbs-up.

"Well done, I'll take over now!"

"you are?"

"Shirou Emiya, or you can call me... the Miracle God?"

Accompanied by a somewhat mocking laugh, layers upon layers of petal-shaped defensive armor spread out rapidly, like cherry blossoms in full bloom. In the blink of an eye, thousands upon thousands of petal shields took over the plasma impact he had previously resisted, and even directly deflected the beam of light.

"The Sevenfold Rings of the Blazing Sky... no, it should now be called the Myriadfold Rings? Or should it be called Ajax directly?"

The man's whisper reached his ears, so close yet so far. Jepard looked at the layers upon layers of cherry blossoms and suddenly laughed.

“Yaliluo”.

"what?"

"The god of war in spring, Arilo, will bring victory with a period of magnificent bloom."

Upon hearing this, Emiya was momentarily stunned, then couldn't help but laugh as well.

"If localization doesn't benefit from local legends, I'll be asking you for copyright fees."

After saying that, Shirou turned to look at the enemy he really needed to deal with. After the petal shield deflected the beam of light, Shirou projected it into his hand again. The Red Wild Hound and the Spiral Sword, a perfectly matched pair, fell into Shirou's hands. He then began to draw his bow right under the nose of the illusory destroyer.

"There is no place for you in the future promised by the Star Core!"

As expected, the Destroyer was enraged by this action and let out a sharp roar. Without hesitation, she began to overdraw her limit of energy gathering effect. Multiple plasma flames began to converge around her, with a total of six flames converging at the same time. And the power... was even greater than the attack that was launched at Jepard alone.

Its specifications are...

Comparable to a World-Defying Noble Phantasm!

"That was a bit too much, but my brother was just able to handle it."

A pleased smile appeared on Emiya's face. This simple and direct exchange of blows was one of his favorite situations. He abandoned his beloved Red Hound and Spiral Sword, and instead began to project a Noble Phantasm that he wasn't entirely familiar with. It was a strange object whose appearance didn't seem to fit the form of a sword.

Grasp its base, and the disordered circular objects on it begin to spin rapidly in an irregular pattern. Accompanying the rotation of these circular objects is a storm, symbolizing the sudden rise of primordial hell.

"Telling the story of the beginning, when heaven and earth were separated—!"

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"Without ceasing, I cleave the world with my Ea sword—!"

A storm powerful enough to cleave through the primordial universe began to sweep across the ruins, blowing away all the building debris and carving a huge hole in the sky and the earth. The people of Beloberg, who had regained their senses, stared in disbelief at the sky that had suddenly cleared.

"what is that?!"

"The sky... the real sky, and... the sun?!"

"Yarilo... Is the God of War of Spring finally about to arrive?"

People hesitated, cheered, and rejoiced at the beam of light that shone into Belleburg, at that sky that had never truly been liberated for hundreds or thousands of years, as if it were proclaiming something to everyone.

Seven hundred years.

For most people, this number is probably unfamiliar.

Only those who have truly read the history of Jarillo and Belloberg will know the weight of this knowledge.

That was the humiliating past of generations who cowered in this fortress, barely clinging to life.

...... ... ...

That was a thorny path taken when, unable to withstand the cold wave, one turned underground in search of hope.

That was the time when generations of ancestors gradually forgot the name Ariello.

but……

This time may be coming to an end.

Some elderly scholars, who knew much of the inside story, couldn't help but shed tears. They watched the storm tearing the sky apart and let out a hoarse roar.

"End all of this! Whoever you are!!!"

……

"The mortar surrounding the stars—!"

"The primordial hell in the heavens is the end point on the eve of creation—!"

The storm that had been cutting through space gathered at its apex, and a flame similar to the plasma formed by the convergence of a large amount of imaginary energy coalesced at the tip of that strange weapon. Everyone who had been blown away by the storm earlier stared at that flame that had been condensed to its limit.

It was a flame whose terrifying power could be clearly discerned with the naked eye.

That was the final farewell gift given to the primordial hell before the beginning of creation.

Everyone unconsciously held their breath, and the illusion-destroying creatures in the sky let out a sharp, mournful cry of fear.

“Yarilo shouldn’t have freaks like you! Monsters! Monsters! This planet should belong to me. The Star Core promised me the future of this planet, and no one can take it from me!”

"No one can take it away. It has always been here. This planet belongs neither to me nor to the Star Core, but only to you, the people of Yalilo. I can give you a chance. Give up the Star Core, and I can give you another chance to compete with the other Yalilos."

"You're playing me! This power is already mine."

"In that case, it is only right that I destroy you along with the star core."

With his power already at its peak, Emiya swung his "sword" without hesitation.

"Let your destruction and its destruction bring an end to all this."

"The Star of Creation of Heaven and Earth (EnumaElish) ————!" VII.

Chapter 051: Sigh, can we reconcile? (Seeking first subscription, 3/10)

The Sword of Ecstasy.

The name comes from Ea and Enki in Mesopotamian and Babylonian mythology, respectively. Of course, the person who named this sword is our dear old neighbor from Fuyuki, a regular customer of the video game store, and a kind-hearted citizen whose elbows are often chopped off.

It actually only possesses the immense power found in creation myths, which is why Gilgamesh named it the Sword of Ea, even though it's not really a sword.

However, these are not the main points.

The key point is that this thing truly possesses the original text and is not an artifact derived from some so-called great achievement. Mr. Jin, the enthusiastic citizen, has no history of creating something of the past.

Therefore, in conclusion, this thing originally possessed destructive power unmatched in the world of the Moon. Even if it were to clash with the Star Saint "933" sword of the Old Sword, it would probably not be at a disadvantage. Moreover, the most important function of this thing lies in its extremely strong destructive and disintegrating ability towards the concept of "world".

However, for the local being who was one with the Star Core, this superfluous power was of no additional use. When the power of the Divergence Sword was unleashed, it blew everything in sight away, as if the earth had been pierced through, like a canyon torn open after a massive earthquake, spreading to the distant horizon. It was as if countless 'wounds' had spread throughout the space.

If Emiya hadn't deliberately reversed the direction of the sword's impact, the entire Kripper Castle, and even the entire Beloborg Castle, would have been transformed into a barren wasteland devoid of any living creature.

The illusory destroyer, struck head-on by the power of the Divergent Sword, was lying in the pierced canyon, its body mostly torn to dust, with only half of its remains clinging to life thanks to the residual power of the star core.

As Emiya leaped from the ground and landed in the deep canyon, standing before the unknown villain parasitized by the Star Core, he once again projected his beloved Red Wild Hound and Spiral Sword, slowly pointing them at the head of the Illusion Destroyer.

Having likely caught Emiya's movements, the already heavy breathing of the Illusionist became even heavier. She strained with her remaining hand, her voice hoarse and broken.

"wait wait wait……"

"Any last words?"

"Hey, can we reconcile?"

"Reconciliation? At this moment? You're not joking..."

Before he could finish speaking, a new message buzzed in his head, and Mr. Emiya immediately slapped his forehead.

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