Simultaneous Travel: Becoming a Legend in the Heavens.

Chapter 488 All Thirteen Restraints Unleashed, This is the Battle to Save the World!
The Outer God Spirit Origin, created by Gilles de Rai's sacrificed spirit origin in conjunction with the "Scream of the Dead," expands and grows under the status of a great being through the supply of infinite magic power.

The final product that appears to the outside world is an indescribable thing that surpasses the limits of human imagination. A thick fog rolls in, obscuring the indescribable body and leaving only a hazy and indistinct shape.

This is not a protection for other Servants, but rather a characteristic of the Cthulhu type. Fear stems from the unknown, and is actually weakened when it is fully revealed. The most terrifying thing is mental pollution when it is about to appear.

Since it's based on the R'lyeh text, the art style leans towards the most famous Great Old One slumbering in the deep sea palace. Luke tried his best to optimize it to ensure its visual appeal, but... no matter how much optimization he did, it's still something that will make people's sanity drop like crazy.

The moment they saw Him, a mental storm raged indiscriminately in the minds of all Servants. The pain, as if their souls were being torn apart, caused the onlookers to show expressions of agony, as if their thoughts were being disturbed and their consciousness was being blurred.

An invisible "spiritual aura" spread, corrupting everything and eroding the land, turning it into a viscous, liquid "black tide." The area spread rapidly, and the spirit origins of Servants who were touched by the "black tide" began to be gradually affected.

It is not the black mud of evil in this world, but the medium or catalyst of the pollution of "outer gods". As long as you come into contact with it, you will be more quickly eroded by the black tide of spirit.

"Lu Ke, I had no idea your true form looked like this..."

Saber bit her lip, her expression incredibly complicated as she thought about how the boy who had been by her side was actually like this.

She was in the best condition. Although she suffered a greater mental blow than the others due to the regular mental pollution, she immediately unleashed her Noble Phantasm, "The Distant Ideal World," upon realizing something was wrong.

A warm light enveloped her. The scabbard, hailed as the "strongest defensive treasure," could not restore her mental fatigue, but it could still isolate her from this level of mental pollution.

Gilgamesh came next, while Vimana avoided contact with the Black Tide. He used several Noble Phantasms for mental protection, and his strong ego and spirit allowed the Golden King to maintain his original rationality.

The next batch includes Lancelot and Hassan the Hundred Faces, who have the inherent "Berserk" skill to counteract each other and habitual personality splits. These two Servants still retain a considerable degree of rationality.

The Divine Wheel caught the Servants who were unable to stand on the Black Tide, but the Conqueror King, who was driving the chariot, let out a muffled groan. He and Dimurdo were the two people least resistant to the pollution.

The Conqueror King's eyes seemed to possess a mind of their own, defying their master's will, revealing a mocking expression, spinning wildly in their sockets, and splitting into countless pupils, a truly horrifying sight.

This king decisively plunged his hand into his eye socket, blinding himself completely, and let out a deafening roar.

"Be careful! Anyone who sees, hears, smells, or senses even a little bit of that thing will be indiscriminately contaminated, even if they are just nearby!"

As he roared those words, his body in the thick fog began to move.

The semi-transparent color of the starry sky was faintly visible, and countless tangled, sticky tentacles spread out in the darkness, disappearing into the black tide.

The surrounding light seemed to be swallowed up, growing dimmer and dimmer. Even using magic could not illuminate the surrounding environment. This silent fear was more terrifying than overwhelming power.

The loss of direction and the amplification of chaotic emotions can drive a person insane.

"It's impossible to win... There was no need to fight in the first place."

Dimuludo, whose resistance was weak, or rather, whose inner self was unwilling to resist, was severely infected and muttered incoherently:

“If my lord required it, I, Dimurudo, should have offered my life. But I attacked my lord while bound by the Command Spell. I... I deserve to die a thousand deaths…”

He was about to jump off the wheel of the divine might and rush toward the massive body that was vaguely visible in the thick fog, but he was stopped by Lancelot halfway. The Knight of the Lake roared at his colleague in frustration at his lack of ambition.

"The order to defeat Master was given by himself, it was his will! Do you want to go against his will, Dimurudo! Is your loyalty and your beliefs to end here?"

Dimuludo trembled all over, his eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on his arms bulged, but he eventually calmed down.

"Are you done arguing, you two bastards?"

In the near darkness, where nothing could be seen, Gilgamesh's indifferent voice came from a great distance, probably using some kind of communication artifact.

"Although I am reluctant to admit it, this monster is one that even I find somewhat troublesome, so I will consider it a medium-sized opponent. Therefore, I will grant you the honor of completing the subjugation together."

A certain light flickered in his ruby ​​eyes, piercing through the darkness. Although he dared not look directly at his true face, he could still focus his attention on the superficial information and search for weaknesses.

From the all-seeing perspective of the all-knowing clairvoyant eye, in the center of the deformed and twisted flesh, surrounded by countless sticky tentacles, a sinister doctrinal floats and sinks within the flesh.

That's a weakness... a core vulnerability?
Gilgamesh frowned, and the golden ripples spread out again. Although the light of his Noble Phantasm was dimmer than usual, it still lit up the night sky and brought a glimmer of light.

Countless Noble Phantasms rained down, and the Divine Wheel charged toward the tentacles with overwhelming power. Dimurdo and Lancelot above seized the opportunity and simultaneously unleashed their Demon Spear and Holy Sword in dazzling arcs of light.

"————"

The powerful Noble Phantasms struck the tentacles, but only deflected them without leaving a mark. Whether it was the mighty Holy Sword, the demonic spear that extinguished evil, or the various Noble Phantasms in the Gate of Babylon, all attacks were ineffective.

"The difference in the level of mystery... is it really that big? No, it's not just that, there's also the protection on a spiritual level. If you can't firmly believe that you can cause destruction, then you really can't cause destruction?"

Gilgamesh's pupils constricted slightly; such a level of defense could probably only be managed by a top-tier Servant with unwavering resolve unleashing their Noble Phantasm.

Just as he was about to take out a higher-level divine artifact, powerful enough to kill a god, an attack suddenly appeared before his eyes, rapidly enlarging as if it were a sniper shot.

Seemingly provoked by the previous attack, hundreds of tentacles intertwined and formed an enormous, super-sized tentacle that shot into the sky at an unimaginable speed, piercing through Vimana.

A divine flying machine crafted from gold and jade crashed, but countless tentacles did not stop. The tentacles, with their dreamlike, translucent colors, blotted out the sky, covering an area so vast that it was impossible to dodge them.

In times of crisis, a sacred light shines forth.

Compared to Gilgamesh's Noble Phantasm, this radiance truly tears away the darkness, illuminating everything around it, and even bringing an uplifting and comforting power.

Saber raised Excalibur, the Star Sword, its gleaming light illuminating the girl's resolute and beautiful face. A powerful storm swirled around the blade, and the King's Hammer unleashed a sword beam hundreds of meters long, following the momentum of the sword.

puff!

The tentacles, which had previously ignored all attacks, were no longer unscathed. The dense attacks were cleaved by the massive sword beam mixed with the storm, revealing a safe zone.

Boom! ! !
The remaining tentacles then descended, tearing the earth apart, and the surging impact caused a tremendous earthquake.

Saber's attack... actually worked!?

As the other Servants were surprised, a golden light fell on the wheel of divine power. Gilgamesh, who had not crashed with Vimana, squinted at the holy sword in Saber's hand.

“The Holy Sword Wielder… no, slightly different, but not by much.”

"Saber, your sword is a holy sword that shines like the stars, forged to defeat the alien enemies that destroy planets, a golden blade that can repel all evil."

As they spoke, the most powerful defensive artifacts in the Gate of Babylon emerged.

In Greek mythology, there's Zeus's shield of the gods, Ajax's seven-ringed shield, and the shield of the great hero Achilles, which is described as "a small world surrounding the heavens"...

Countless top-tier defensive artifacts transformed into barriers, supporting a temporary safe haven. The warmth and brightness inside even isolated the ever-spreading mental pollution.

But this was only temporary. The silent collapse of the barriers made Gilgamesh's expression turn even more grim.

Saber did not deny it, gently stroking the Excalibur in her hand. From the moment Luke revealed his true form, some instinct told her that the sword's restraints could be broken.

She stared at the figure in the thick fog for a few seconds, then gently closed her eyes. When she opened them again, there was no longer any confusion in her eyes. She looked around and spoke to the other five Servants.

"I need time and opportunity, I need someone to create an opening. I ask you all to lend me a hand. I must say, this is very dangerous, and I could lose my life at any moment."

The atmosphere froze instantly upon hearing this.

Surprisingly, it was Bai Ma Hassan who broke the silence first.

"Is this considered a battle of heroes? If so, I'm willing to participate, as long as you remember Hassan the Hundred-Faced... no, Altaïr, call me Altaïr!"

The Servant, whose presence and role are very weak, speaks out his desire in a desperate situation, which is the ambition of all extras.

"This is certainly a battle fought by heroes!"

Lancelot responded with a smile, walking straight to Saber's side. "Since Master has given the order to subdue him, I am naturally willing to serve the King and share his burdens."

"...That's outrageous, Saber." The Conqueror King, his eyes destroyed, laughed heartily. "You've already seized the Holy Grail, yet you still dare to make us die for you, to help you become the hero who vanquishes the Foreigners?"

"However... let it be. After all, I am a Heroic Spirit in Valhalla. I have to let that Caster guy know how powerful I am!"

“You’ve got the subject wrong, Saber,” Gilgamesh said arrogantly. “It is I who have granted you permission to assist me in this campaign.”

Dimurti remained silent for a few seconds, gripping his twin pistols tightly with a somewhat unstable expression, staring intently at Saber.

“I can help, but if my lord changes his mind or issues new orders, I will attack anyone at any time. Remember to take that into account, Saber.”

"I believe you will make your own judgment, but I guess you won't even have a chance to regret it."

Saber stared intently at Lancer, then raised the holy sword in her hand.

"Therefore, the oath is made, and I will surely bring victory!"

Click, click, click—

The sound of the barrier shattering echoed continuously, like a final countdown for the heroes. Fine cracks covered the "small world surrounding the sky" before it shattered with a deafening roar.

It's now!

These four words simultaneously flashed through the minds of every Servant!

High morale dispels the heavy fog of fear; the hymn of humanity is the hymn of courage. When the heroes of human history are full of fighting spirit, virtue dispels the pressure.

Gilgamesh pointed to the figure in the mist ahead, golden ripples connecting into lines, and a shield-like Noble Phantasm appeared above the black tide. Two dreamlike golden light bands formed a path leading to Luke.

"Telling of the beginning, when heaven and earth were first separated, even nothingness offered its congratulations..."

Saber exerted her strength, raising her holy sword and stepping on the path of the Noble Phantasm, rapidly approaching Luke. Countless tentacles surged out from the black tide, overwhelming everything, but the two knights firmly protected Saber on either side.

The onslaught was as dense as water, severing all the tentacles that tried to invade Saber, while faint screams echoed from behind.

The closer they got to the tentacles, the more numerous they became, the stronger the fear became, and the more severe the contamination became. Lancelot and Dimurdo exchanged a glance, nodded simultaneously, and set themselves ablaze.

"Pierce through, red rose that breaks the spell! Yellow rose that curses!"

"All the chains are broken, the light of the lake is too heavy!"

The sharp magic spear and the holy sword echoed each other, and the infinite magic power filling Luke's body was operating at an extremely high load, causing cracks to appear in his spirit origin.

They are continuously unleashing their Noble Phantasms!

As the colossal creature in the thick fog entered her attack range, Saber took a deep breath and gripped the Star Sword with both hands.

An unimaginably vast aura burst forth from the girl's small body; it was the mighty power of the Star's Will, the planet's self-salvation, and the annihilation of anything that threatened the stars.

"Thirteen restraints are released, and the round table meeting begins!"

"————"

The figure in the thick fog moved slightly, seemingly turning its gaze toward Saber, but before it could do anything, it was interrupted by a hearty and loud laugh.

The Conqueror King, riding the mighty wheel of his divine might, raised his arms and shouted, "Rally once more, warriors who yearn for the end!"

Enveloped in dazzling light, the figure in the thick fog and the Conqueror King vanished from their spot simultaneously, failing to interrupt the Noble Phantasm's release process.

As countless heroic souls converged, the voices of the Knights of the Round Table rang out.

"This battle is a battle for survival."

"—Admit it, Kay."

"This battle is a battle against those stronger than ourselves."

"—Admit it, Bedivere."

"This war is not a war that betrays humanity."

"—Acknowledgement, Gajres"

"This battle is a battle in pursuit of truth."

"—Acknowledgement, Agguwen"

"This battle is not a battle against the elves."

"—I acknowledge, Lancelot."

"This battle is a battle for fairness."

"—Acknowledgement, Palamedes"

"This battle is a battle to punish evil."

"—Admit it, Mordred"

With each release of its restraints, the Holy Sword's light grew ever more dazzling, its immense power transcending the concept of a Servant, advancing to a higher and farther level, even surpassing that of gods.

But in the blink of an eye, the figure reappeared in the thick fog, and this time, the majestic king did not reappear.

An invisible mental shock struck Saber, who was unleashing her Noble Phantasm. At the critical moment, two figures that had already burned out were placed in front of Saber, one after the other, buying her a moment of delay.

"The Star of Creation and the Separation of Heaven and Earth!"

As the spirit origins of the two Servants dissipated into specks of light, Gilgamesh unleashed his long-accumulated Noble Phantasms from behind, blasting them towards the figure in the thick fog.

The ominous crimson magic, carrying the power to turn all things into chaos, and the swirling wind pressure tore space apart, unleashed a second-stage attack that succeeded once again, successfully buying off the remaining time.

"This battle is not fought for personal gain."

"—Acknowledgement, Galahad"

"This battle is a battle of noble honor."

"—Admit it, Gawain."

"This battle is a battle for the brave to fight side by side."

"—I admit it, Tristan."

"This battle is not one where those who seek goodness wield their swords."

"—Admit it, Gareth."

"This battle is the battle to save the world."

"—Admit it, Arthur!"

As the remaining power of the Ea dissipated and the figure in the thick fog became clear, what they faced was a beam of light with all thirteen restraints fully activated, seemingly capable of piercing through the stars.

"Ex-caliber!!!"

(End of this chapter)