I, Fujimaru Ritsuka, am back with a max-level character!

"Activate your Noble Phantasm!"

A command spell.

"Activate your Noble Phantasm!"

Two command spells.

"Please, Artoria, this is the only time, go all out."

......

The corrupted holy sword was raised high, pointing at the overwhelming dark magic.

"Chengzhi しました, Master."

Although he is somewhat sharp-tongued, gluttonous, short-tempered, and prone to sulking, he will do anything to carry out his Master's orders, even if it means risking his life.

The magic surged violently and poured out unrestrainedly, clinging to the black and red gleaming fallen holy sword.

A clash between depravity and depravity!

Without further ado, the black and red light cannon gathered magical power, plundering and scorching the surrounding air.

"King's Hammer, reverse the dawn, sword of calamity that devours light—release!"

boom----!

The black holy sword, charged with Command Seals, seemed to explode in an instant, surging forth with immense and profound magical power.

"Excalibur----Morgan!!!"

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I went to Beijing to get some documents done yesterday, and I was so tired that I went straight to bed when I got home and completely forgot to update!

Chapter Forty: The Golden Theater of Glory

The light of destruction descended in an instant.

That was a power far beyond what the servants could resist, a power that even the gods trembled with fear.

Human evil is an evil that arises from among humankind, growing like a tumor.

It possesses the power to destroy humanity itself.

But it is not the evil that was created to destroy humanity.

Rather, it is the evil born from the destruction of humanity.

The ideal of creating a better future, the desire to protect human reason, is precisely the breeding ground that stimulates humanity to unleash its evil fangs.

The emergence of this singularity, the manifestation of human evil [the Beast of Sodom], represents Nero's [human love]. Now, this can be confirmed.

That was not a simple resonance, and Sodom was not a demon.

Its true identity.

no doubt.

It was Nero himself.

"Excalibur—Morgan!"

Blackie exuded an unprecedentedly terrifying magical power.

Even when facing the God Ancestor, Fujimaru Ritsuka did not use his trump card. The Noble Phantasm activated by two Command Spells could have been a powerful bombardment that could have leveled the entire Roman Empire.

The dark cannon, enveloped in crimson light, transformed into a colossal beast with its jaws wide open, tearing at the massive, murky mass.

Bah————!

boom----!

Buzzing...

It surged up instantly, dark and exaggerated. Even though the anti-city Noble Phantasm had been unleashed to its fullest extent, Artoria still felt a suffocating sense of oppression.

The mountains trembled, and the ground shook.

"Aa ...

The high platform, shrouded in black mist, groaned under the weight of the heavy load.

"Holy Sword."

From within the black mist came the cold voice of [Tange Sakura], a voice completely different from the enthusiastic Nero, filled with disdain and annoyance.

"If it were the original Holy Sword Wielder, I would still have some respect for him."

"But now, even the starlight has disappeared, it is wishful thinking for you to defeat me."

"Disappear with the power flowing from the remaining cup."

The black, mud-like magic surged out desperately, accompanied by relentless pressure, causing Blackie to clench her teeth tightly, her voice almost squeezed out from between her teeth: "Damn it... As expected of human evil. This kind of power is just too unfair."

"Artoria—!"

Facing the violently spreading shockwave, Fujimaru Ritsuka's voice had difficulty reaching Black Saber's ears; even using magic to transmit her voice would be instantly disrupted.

He had to shout loudly so that the black-clad female knight could hear him.

“Master, while Mash is away, I must protect you.”

"If we don't do it this way..."

"That village girl will definitely laugh at me."

The black king stood before everyone, facing the terrifying magic.

The desires flowing within that dark cup can absolutely shake a person's will.

"And you, theater lady, how long are you going to keep this headache going?"

"To become depressed upon seeing one's own depravity—was the Roman emperor I knew such a weakling?!"

"..."

The bride trembled as she gripped the white longsword in her hand, the veins on the back of her fair hand bulging from the force.

"Of course I'm not afraid, and I won't back down."

"But what I'm worried about is..."

Nero couldn't describe the excruciating heartache; and the unbearable headache was no exaggeration.

"There's nothing... to worry about! You who were just talking so arrogantly about love, you better fight properly!"

The opposing light shone on the faces of the two girls who looked alike.

"Um... Yu..."

"Revenge your evil desires with the desire for love. Answer me, Roman Emperor, what exactly are your desires?!"

Facing the still immature Nero of this era, who had not yet fully matured, Artoria asked in a cold and stern voice.

"My desires."

That was a beautiful future, like a dream.

Everyone will offer their gentle blessings to Yu and Fujimaru.

However, those people, those relatives and companions who should have had a good relationship, slaughtered each other and even rebelled for power.

Nero made a grave mistake.

A gentle mother.

My adorable little brother.

A gentle and graceful younger sister.

My dear uncle.

.......

When he came to his senses, his hands were already covered in blood.

A true king is destined to be alone.

The great King Arthur understood this principle well.

Despite her tyrannical and cold-blooded nature, she is now living a happier life than I am.

"I must protect Rome, and I want to protect Fujimaru."

"My desire to have everyone sing praises of my glory... has never wavered."

Hei Dai nodded: "Then I don't need to tell you what to do next, right?"

Nero nodded and released the white longsword.

...

“Another Yu, ah... how boring. You who are nearly exhausted in magic... what can you still do? Falling into my arms here is a luxurious and beautiful thing.”

The beast said this.

They didn't take Nero seriously at all.

“You cannot even stop the black tide overflowing from the Golden Cup in the middle of my body, and my power is tens of thousands stronger than this black tide.”

......

Although it may sound exaggerated, everyone knows that the Beast's power is definitely as terrifying as it is said to be.

"I do not know whether what you, this wicked beast, say is true or false."

Nero's eyes were filled with a stubborn look: "But I will never forget this short but happy time. Although I have no memory of it, as a Servant, I must have lived happily with everyone in Chaldea."

"Even if this is only one ten-thousandth of your power, I will absolutely risk everything to protect this one and only rainbow behind me!"

“Foolish fellow, I’m too lazy to talk to you anymore.”

The beast sneered, "The lives of you lot are like candles flickering in the wind. In this despair, how can you remain so optimistic?"