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

Elizabeth's pupils constricted.

Nero shoved the silly Elizabeth away, and her white wings instantly closed, transforming into a defensive barrier.

The scorching aura instantly ignited Nero Platinum's feathers. After all, she was not a superhuman form born from the Moon King's power, but a human with the ultimate power of a god.

Platinum wings scattered and flew everywhere, leaving the beautiful girl looking rather disheveled.

"Nero?! You..."

Elizabeth was stunned. She couldn't even manage to do something bad, so how could she possibly mess up something good?

She's more trouble than she's worth; that's the perfect description of her.

"I'm fine, you... watch out for me!" Nero grinned, his platinum armor heaving rapidly on his chest.

"..."

Elizabeth looked at Nero with a complicated expression, opened her mouth, but before she could say a word, the white giant's sudden barrage of attacks came crashing down.

"I'm sorry, Sheba has provided its analysis based on the latest observational data!"

Dr. Roman's voice quickly connected to the broadcast of all the Masters: "Although that guy's outer shell is exceptionally hard, there is a magical energy gathering center in its chest. As long as we can destroy it, we can kill the white giant in one blow."

Keng——!

Kennis dodged the giant slapping hand in a flash, and his trident instantly struck the orange markings on the white colossus's chest, unleashing a burst of azure magic.

"It worked, but the attack effect of this piece of shit is far too weak!"

“The Holy Sword, we need the Holy Sword!” Olga Marie added, “According to Caster and Fujimaru, we do indeed need the Holy Sword, which embodies the will to survive the planet, to shatter the outer shell of the White Colossus.”

"Although I'm very unwilling... I don't want to lose to any Servant, but... is this really the best way?" Venus Nero spread her wings and said with a determined look in her eyes.

"Elizabeth, Neptune...you two, before the Holy Sword is fully formed, please join me in controlling the Demon Star!"

It must be said that the Mooncell is truly powerful. Without its blessing, even gods could only inflict negligible damage.

“Don’t order me around—!” Kenneth sneered.

Then they obediently gathered again to Nero's left rear.

......

On the ice ship, Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was in Mashu's arms, woke up.

The blazing torrent of stars slowly unfolds from within its radiance.

"Ah, senior, you're finally awake!"

Mashu gave a very sweet smile and gently hugged Fujimaru Ritsuka.

[My senior is mine, my senior is mine, I'm not going to let go.]

......

"Oh right, about Sefaru!" Gudako suddenly remembered.

What he could see was a colossal god that could destroy the heavens and shake the world, locked in a stalemate with three enhanced Servants.

All hope was pinned on one figure.

...

A scorching wind blew, and the blue coat fluttered in the wind like a cloak.

Fujimaru Ritsuka quickly stood up.

"No, Senior's current health... it's better for you to rest properly."

Mashu hurriedly tried to continue supporting Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Gudako gently shook her head.

"Eh?!"

"I have to go, we have to go together..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled slightly, although his right arm still throbbed with pain and his depleted magic left him weak and powerless.

......

Mashu nodded. "I understand. But don't push yourself too hard."

"Well, no."

Gudako decided to stand up and walk over to the Star Girl.

"Are you confident, Caster? Without a Grand Spirit Origin... can you defeat that world-destroying giant?" Fujimaru asked.

"Hmm... well, if I had to say I'm confident, I probably wouldn't be."

C grinned and said somewhat embarrassedly.

"I don't know if I can really summon the power to save the world, but no matter what, I still have to try... Someone has to ring the bell that will shatter the end times."

The Holy Sword was forged

Fighting against the enemies of the stars—that was her mission all along.

Chapter Fifty-Seven: The Fallen Tyrant Raises the Holy Sword; The Round Table's Sword of Salvation Descends

...The earth cracked and mountains collapsed. The entire world became extremely fragile due to this massive bombardment. The crimson sky caused the temperature to rise continuously, and finding any surviving creatures was a luxury.

The white giant, driven by instinct, felt the starlight that had once overwhelmed him, and with heavy steps, he marched toward Castor.

What is depicted here is the end of the White War 12,000 years ago.

The descendants who obtained the power of mythology are the power entrusted to them by the defeated Greek gods.

In the very end, the only Star Sword to defeat the White Giant—forged within the Star's inner furnace and imbued with the planet's will to survive—must absolutely not fail.

......

In the distance, white wings unfurled in the colors of the aurora, while a deep red spear accompanied a blonde, busty girl in a resolute and fierce thrust.

In another future world, with the power of the gods and the support of the Moon Spirit Crystal Kingdom, they pierced Attila's true form, the core of the Planetary Vanguard 02.

The girl, who possesses the power of love, now has an excessively strong power.

Incredible! Although the white giant is as powerful as a demon, I think we will not lose at all.

"I absolutely cannot let you disturb them!"

"White Colossus, I swear by the Emperor of Rome, I will never let you advance another step!"

"Life and civilization, let them sing the song of victory, and let them radiate the light of resistance against destruction!"

"Radiant and dazzling, invite you to the golden theater of your dreams—a new form... This is Yu's, [Invitation to the Romantic Theater of Your Dreams]! Romantics Domus Aurea!"

The founding spear transformed into countless blazing rays of light, radiating a radiant, divine energy that will eventually reach the heavens and beyond the stars.

"...Damn it, how could I possibly lose to a guy like you?!"

Unwilling to give up, Kennis unleashed a scorching wave, shouting, "Fly, my golden wings!"

Elizabeth revealed a rare, serious and determined expression.

"That's right... In this situation, Elizabeth has to go all out and definitely won't hold everyone back! Heroic Principles activated! Let me show you a magnificent sword strike—Blood Tornado Witch!"

A miraculous power emanated from the three female warriors who were almost naked.

Olga Marie: "Why? If you release your Noble Phantasm, shouldn't it turn into magical energy and be absorbed by Sephalus? But why are those three...?"

"It's the core!" Dr. Roman said excitedly. "Their goal is to attack the three core shells in Safalu's hands and abdomen!"

"Core...but the attack is ineffective, isn't it?!"

Da Vinci analyzed: "Although Sephalus's core shell is very hard, it is not completely ineffective. The Noble Phantasms of the gods can slightly weaken the giant's defense system."

"In other words, they were trying to hold off the White Giant so that Caster and the others could unleash the Star Sword with all their might."

As soon as Leonardo da Vinci finished speaking, golden light burst forth from the ice ship.

There is only one chance; failure is not an option.

Holding the chosen staff, the blonde girl's flowing ponytail resembled a banner, and her radiant aura inspired a desire for worship.

That was a prayer for the pursuit of hope.

It is the fantasy condensed from countless ordinary and mundane lives, the only star shining brightly in the storm.

A crimson sky, a great calamity.

A devastating destruction; floods ravaged the land.

The judgment is that it poses a threat to human reason.

Artoria Caster completed her mission in the Fairy Kingdom and was thus eliminated.

Having dedicated herself to the Holy Sword and become the Holy Sword itself, she later became a human support device to help fight against the threats to the stars.

She is not a person, but the one who will eventually reach the other side of the stars... But the most beautiful and purest wish in her heart has not disappeared.

The moment a star is born.

Once upon a time, there was a young girl.

There is no powerful force.

Without a strong will.

Without a resilient spirit.

They only know how to be strong and push themselves, just so they can live up to other people's expectations.

However, in any case, from the very beginning, Britain was an existence that could not be saved and was a world destined to perish.

I don't want to be the child of prophecy.

I can't say it out loud, because if I tell everyone, they'll definitely be disappointed, right?

For those who have become heroic spirits, the pilgrimage they made before their death has become a dreamlike scene.

But she will never forget the most beautiful and precious encounter she had in that nameless forest.