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

This is the blood shed for all people, and the covenant between God and mankind.

The cross spun rapidly, scattering starlight, performing a miracle through human power.

Listen, my enemy, the beast of desire.

"You bastard... Simon, when did you actually prepare such a grand magic trick?"

To Nero's astonishment, the black-clad adjudicator, the evil magician, was radiating a dazzling, holy light.

"I was already prepared the moment you defeated the Beast clone!"

"What?!" Nero was slightly taken aback.

The adjudicator in black seemed to be muttering something to himself.

A silver, sacred radiance, a holy judgment that judges sin.

To declare death, to be in charge of killing and warfare.

Pity gazes upon this soul.

"This is... could it be that the baptismal chant of the Holy Church, which even the first Pope didn't need to recite?!" Olga Marie immediately saw through its true nature. "The chant of the first Pope... could it be used to restrain beasts?"

Romani shook his head: "I don't know, but... even if Simon used all his power to perform a miracle, he could only restrain human evil for a very short time."

"That's right, to be honest. The power I can mobilize, even at its limit... can only temporarily restrict it for a few seconds!"

Ximen's usually cold and stern face became extremely ferocious. Having exchanged wounds with the God Ancestor, he was already at his limit.

"Therefore, I will raise my spirit origin to its limit and burn this insignificant spirit origin!"

"Ugh... Hiss..."

The scorching cold fire began to gnaw at the judge's body, the excruciating pain contorting his face.

“Nishimon----!” Fujimaru Ritsuka, enveloped in radiance, looked intently at the Arbitrator.

"You bastard, do you really want to die?" Nero's body was suppressed by a massive amount of chanting, his eyes filled with anger. "Have I been too lenient with you, giving you the illusion that you can defeat me?"

......

"With my abilities... I definitely can't win...!"

"But, Fujimaru, that guy... only that guy can do it!"

The adjudicator roared, and the flames burning his body transformed into suppression of the beast.

"Ruler, if this continues, your spirit origin..." Black Saber said with some reluctance.

"Who cares? For people like us, who have gained existence that doesn't belong to us... being able to pave the way for a new path of salvation is enough! Dying at Nero's hands was my destiny!"

"Since you wish to die, then I will certainly grant your wish."

His cold gaze could instantly plunge you into an ice cellar.

"Aa ...

Holy light exploded.

Sorrow does not exist.

"Burning his Spirit Origin, just for... Nero, who could instantly limit humanity's deterioration?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka gritted her teeth fiercely.

"That's all there is to it, what a disgusting spectacle."

Nero snorted coldly, his gaze icy, as if it were about to drip blood.

Martyrs are beings who are not afraid of death at all. Even when they are in pain and their bodies are bursting at the limit like fireworks, they do not utter a scream before being blasted into ashes by the enraged Nero.

This is the ending we were meant to have.

Simon Peter will surely die at Nero's hands.

In order to suppress the sixth beast.

But, only for that one moment.

A miracle has been accomplished.

"This scene reminds me of the night I painted 'The Last Supper'."

Leonardo da Vinci remarked with some emotion, "From the moment he appeared in the world, the apostle had already decided on his own fate of death... His death gave birth to new miracles."

"Yes, the bond has been formed. Since that's the case, we'll meet again someday."

Roman nodded, thoughtfully holding his teacup. "However, speaking of which... what exactly is the miracle that the Holy Grail calls for—"

Big Tomato seemed to understand: "Do you remember the Shadow Servant that Fujimaru summoned before heading to the Singularity?"

Olga Marie nodded: "Of course I remember! It should be the Saber-class hero—Elizabeth Bathory, could it be—!"

Leonardo da Vinci: "In times like these, wouldn't it be a classic hero versus dragon scenario?"

......

coming.

She is coming.

The glorious light of the brave warrior.

This is absolutely not a joke; it's the legendary Crimson Hero.

He seemed like a savior straight out of an RPG game, a righteous swordsman wielding a shield in his left hand and a sword in his right.

Did the Holy Grail's call cause Elizabeth to upgrade her Spirit Origin and become an even stronger hero?

Unexpectedly, the Servant No. 138 that I randomly drew came in handy at a crucial moment.

"A crimson heroine who sweeps away evil and saves the good, appearing when the world faces a crisis!"

"I am a jewel-like songstress! I am hailed as a collection of talents that comes along only once in a millennium."

"Elizabeth Bathory has been promoted to Hero!"

Wearing orange-red three-piece armor, her white cloak swayed with Elizabeth's powerful aura.

"Just you wait, you little puppy."

"I will definitely beat that stupid, corrupt Nero to a pulp!"

The girl confidently prepared for battle: "If you ask why!"

"I am a hero!"

......

I understand the reasoning.

but...

Why are you and Nero fighting in bikinis?!

Are you guys here to save the world or to deliver freebies?

Chapter Forty-Five: The Hero's All-Out Strike - The Final Formation of the Beast Body

"Little puppy, please enjoy Elizabeth's magnificent performance! It's just a pity... that magician will not be able to appreciate Elizabeth's beautiful singing voice."

......

[Ruler Simon: Thank goodness, he's dead.]

"A hero?! Elizabeth, are you deliberately trying to cause trouble for me?"

The petite Nero narrowed her eyes, her indifference masking a hint of...anger.

When Nero was in a state of chaotic good, the little dragon girl was in a state of chaotic evil.

When Nero was in a state of chaotic evil, the little dragon girl chose chaotic good.

Nobody would believe there wasn't some personal grudge involved.

"Hehe, guess what? As rivals, we naturally have to compete in every aspect! I want to bring the puppies into my possession, how could I let Dark Nero run rampant!"

The sword of the hero radiated a faint silver glow.

"Elizabeth, radiant light, burst forth! Here we come! Are you ready, my formidable rival?"

The little dragon girl revealed a bright, sunny smile, her lovely body smooth and glossy.

"..."

"What a foolish fellow." The little red dragon Nero sneered. "Even the fallen holy swordsman Nayu couldn't do anything about it, so what makes you, a mere low-ranking dragon, think you can?"

Blackie: ......

"However, if you are not willing to give up, you are welcome to give it a try."

“Even I, Elizabeth, can surpass an elite emperor if I work hard!” Little Dragon Girl said firmly.

"Hehehe...This is really interesting."

"OK then."

Nero laughed in anger, his eyes filled with contempt and disdain: "Then I'll show you what an insurmountable chasm is, no matter how hard you try!"

"Worship, Yu's extravagant and decadent theater."

"To amass earthly riches and dream of reaching the heavens—that is sin! Calamity comes from the sea, bringing the answer to your prosperity; behold the end of this desire!"

That was an even more terrifying Black Tide than before.

"Fall into depravity, embrace the melting golden theater!"

Faced with such overwhelming power, Elizabeth must be afraid.

.......

The Demon God Pillar—no, wait, it's a pseudo-Demon God Pillar called Demon Beast Hell.

Around the high platform, the monster that had once instantly crippled Elizabeth reappeared.