Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

In that instant, Mordred seemed to see a memory from the past, of herself excitedly and expectantly running to the king when she learned that she was the son of King Arthur, only to be met with an incredibly cold gaze.

That was the goal she longed for, revered, and was deeply proud of as the king's son!

That foolish past self who, even knowing she was merely a despicable product of revenge, and who should have felt ashamed, secretly rejoiced at having such an intimate relationship with the king.

Even now, if that king still wants to destroy everything he owns, then let her destroy everything King Arthur owns once again.

The rebellious knight, engulfed in a rampage, let out a sigh and roar that sounded like they came from hell. Even across the vast distance, the shouts still reached Artoria's ears.

While Artoria's five senses, as a Heroic Spirit, cannot compare to those of a Saint who specializes in that area, they are still quite powerful.

She suddenly looked surprised and frowned: "That voice... Mordred?!"

I didn't think much of it... Although I could hear the surging negative emotions in that familiar voice, I figured it was quite normal.

Her encounter with the rebellious knight, her unappreciated offspring, was limited to nothing more than drawing swords against each other.

Since a fight was inevitable anyway, Artoria didn't care whether the other party wanted to resent her or not. This indifference and lack of respect for the other party was probably the reason why Mordred, who clearly idolized the king and was an easy-going but love-starved child, could never sit down and have a proper talk with his father.

On the other side—the radiance of the Holy Sword lasted for a long time. Although it did not truly unleash the original power of the Holy Sword, but rather mastered the Holy Sword after the twelve restraints were unsealed, it could only be called a sliver of starlight from that savior Holy Sword.

Even so—even if it's just a sliver—it's still the strongest fantasy, a light that can bring hope and miracles.

With their broad perspectives, Gilgamesh and Ramses II certainly recognized what that thing meant.

Flashy burst into laughter: "Haha ...

That was the Starlight that, in the history of mythology, defeated the Star Vanguard and saved the major pantheons and human civilization from a life-or-death crisis. It was also the savior sword of the terrifying demon king Talos, which had once ended a similar crisis in Greece.

Although he can no longer use his clairvoyance, he already knew about the special nature of the Star Holy Sword back when he could still activate the Omniscient and Omnipotent Star.

The appearance of Starlight has undoubtedly given people a shot in the arm.

Although its power doesn't seem to reach the level of anything seen in history, the appearance of this special Noble Phantasm brought Gilgamesh a great deal of peace of mind.

Ozymandias: "Hahahaha! Very good, haha! Isn't this one of the more capable guys out there!"

Then, with a series of loud laughs, as if they were competing to see who could laugh the loudest and be worthy of being called the most dazzling existence in the world, the unique king, their demonic laughter grew louder and louder.

Waver, who was still just passing by on the sidelines, was already terrified and almost in tears by the terrifying scenes on the battlefield. However, the red-haired gorilla seemed to really enjoy the atmosphere. He slapped his master, almost knocking him to the ground, and then burst into laughter.

However—these heroic spirits soon stopped laughing.

From the pillar of light that struck the heavens and the earth, came the majestic, ancient voice of a dragon.

While it's not necessarily necessary to use the language of dragons or incantations, for Night, who possesses a wealth of knowledge, especially the Norse World Tree, dragon language is merely passive knowledge that doesn't even qualify to appear in his skill list. But since he's attacking in the form of a dragon, it's naturally more impressive to chant incantations.

"I have awakened to—"

Shining and the others: ?! What?!

Amidst that terrifying and continuous barrage of light cannons, he was still able to speak clearly, and even the panicked ordinary people running and fleeing throughout Tokyo could clearly see the blue-white dragon-shaped light and shadow that gradually emerged from the golden light pillar and became larger than the pillar itself.

First came the oppressive shadows, which surpassed the pillar of light and finally extinguished the brilliance of Excalibur, sucking it away like a black hole, before revealing a massive blue-white dragon-shaped radiance.

Chapter Sixty-Eight: He took drugs and stole his neighbor's divine seal to farm silver!

The only part of the azure dragon's shadow that was clearly visible was its eyes, which emitted a bright red glow.

Its towering figure was hundreds of times taller than before, transforming from a monster of a hundred meters to a body of tens of thousands of meters, as if a celestial weapon of ultimate suppression had descended.

Countless city buildings were instantly crushed and pulverized by its massive size.

The soaring brilliance transformed into a torrent of light, surging towards the earth like a waterfall...

Artoria's expression changed drastically the moment she sensed something was wrong, and she ran away with Irisviel in her arms.

Thanks to Mordred, neither Kariya Matou nor Mordred survived this attack.

But other places weren't so lucky.

Although Night is both human evil and human love, it is not the kind of gentle, overly kind type like Margaret, the goddess of the fifth day, who wants to save the world. Its good and evil are entirely based on its whims, and it has always considered itself to be a more chaotic gray—the color of humanity.

Not to mention that after mastering all the universes of the Moon World, it would be very easy for them to rewind time and recreate the world. Even if innocent people were killed in the crossfire of the battle—oh? It was in a neighboring country where they were living a good life. Well, that's alright.

Aside from the female protagonists and supporting characters, the shamelessness of ordinary people in this world is no different from that of people in the previous life's country. The darkness can be seen from the tragic experiences of Fujino and others. No wonder Gilgamesh wanted to destroy the turbid world.

Even if everything is destroyed, it's still the same as the monsters next door that are widely supported in the fight against a certain hero—something that would bring honor to the family and be enough to reopen a new page in the family tree.

Rumble! Its enormous form attracted a sky full of dark clouds, and its upper body was completely shrouded in the clouds and could not be seen.

This colossal thing, even before its radiance had faded, was enough to instill fear in any tiny being, enough to terrify them to the point of fainting.

"I have awakened to be—the White Dragon Emperor who will cast the Absolute Law into the darkness—" I am no longer the Tyrant Dragon.

This is an even stronger form than the Tyrannosaurus Rex form, which is not yet perfect or powerful enough.

The source of the White Dragon's power is the Night—and now the Heroic Spirit Night is nearby; he can inject as much power as he wants into this concept.

Even if it is less than one ten-thousandth of the brilliance of the original body outside the world, even if it is only a part of the soul will of a night equal to the size of a universe, it is still a part of the entire universe.

This part, even for the tiny city of Tokyo, is still of unparalleled quality and quantity, something that could never be matched even if its very essence were drained.

Although it's just a matter of infusing more power, since we're going to transform, we might as well go for the coolest look possible. Since we've already called ourselves the White Dragon Emperor, let's go all the way!

The domineering chant, echoing like a thousand armies singing in unison, reverberated endlessly: "With infinite destruction piercing the dream of dawn, march towards dominance—"

"I will become the Emperor of the Immaculate Dragons—leading you to the pinnacle of silver fantasy and the magic path!"

Boom! After the final, even more dazzling pillar of light shot into the sky, a gigantic, incredibly terrifying, and dazzling white dragon appeared before everyone in the sky and on the ground.

A majestic voice emanated not from the dragon itself, but from its luminous wings, as if announcing the arrival of a true celestial dragon: "—Silver Supreme Tyrant Dragon!!"

At this moment, Gilgamesh, Raikou, and the others were completely silent, their laughter stuck in their throats, unable to be swallowed any longer.

I can't laugh anymore!!

If Siduri were here at this moment—note that when the two kings were laughing so hard their abs almost cramped up, the enormous size of the Heavenly Dragon caused their abs to actually cramp up.

Such a scene will definitely become a dark chapter in Gilgamesh's, and even Ozymandias', history.

At this moment, Gilgamesh and Raikou's expressions became completely serious.

Oh no! What is this thing? It feels even scarier than a beast when we fight it!

Ozymandias: "Hey, golden one... Even though I am the King of Kings, whom even the Almighty God should fear, this monster before me, who looks up at the sky and looks down at the earth, and can even block out the sun's radiance, is beyond my power with my current hateful and overly fragile body. The Pharaoh should not have deep entanglements with all living beings, but rather rule over their existence equally."

"Similarly—I admit you're qualified to save the world alongside me. ...By the way, do you have any good ideas on how to deal with this big guy?"

A row of black lines appeared on Gilgamesh's forehead. If it weren't for the imminent threat and Gilgamesh's serious state, or if it were his playful, chuunibyou mode, Gilgamesh would have already smashed this guy's head with an axe.

Why don't you just say there's no way to solve it?

Gilgamesh: "Hmph! There's no time left. It seems I have no choice but to use the secret weapon I prepared for that fallen goddess ahead of time. Open your eyes wide and watch closely as I create this masterpiece that I am so proud of, to briefly intercept the Mother Goddess of Creation."

Ozymandias: "Oh my gosh!! I'm getting excited (looking forward to it). Let me see the power of you, a person as radiant as I am."

Although Ramses II still had the trump card of the Great Composite Temple of Radiance, releasing it now seems more like a punching bag and a turtle shell.

I never expected that just asking out of curiosity would lead to the Golden King actually having a solution.

The next moment, Gilgamesh took out countless huge objects, resembling cannon turrets, from the Gate of Babylon, which were mounted on the golden Noble Phantasms.

That was the divine seal that was originally supposed to appear in the singularity of the Absolute Monster Front in Chapter Seven.

The Gate of Babylon, hailed as the original text of human wisdom, contains all the creations of civilizations throughout history, created by humankind.

His storehouse contained nothing but things created by the new humans, realized through entirely new concepts; and things realized through the civilization technology of intelligent life forms from other celestial bodies.

Even before the Common Era, human desires were no different, so the Gate of Babylon contained ancient technologies that were no less advanced than those of modern times, and Gilgamesh himself could even research them.

Even in another world, which is a singularity, the divine seal that I, as a human being, built to cope with the return of the Mother Goddess of Creation is a complete divine seal, not just a blueprint...

Although some tricks were used, they still managed to get it over in the end.

Unlike Gilgamesh in his human form, in his Heroic Spirit form, he can activate all the Divine Seals even by himself, unleashing the Noble Phantasm King's Horn, which is only available to Caster-class heroes.

However, activating so many divine seals, especially since they are not of the Caster class, requires a huge consumption of magic power...

Even though he is Archer now instead of Caster, Gilgamesh is not worried at all!

The next moment, to Raven's astonishment, Gilgamesh took out a row of items for restoring magic from the treasury, such as divine medicine, celestial fruit, even the elixir of immortality that he had once lost, as well as the Holy Grail.

Ramses II: ? ? ? Wait, you even have the Holy Grail, the ultimate prize of the Holy Grail War?

Who is this golden figure?

Chapter Sixty-Nine: Fool, my eyes mean 'Run!'

"Next, let that white dragon witness Uruk's final might!" Gilgamesh said this for a reason, stemming from the final counterattack launched by Uruk in another world against the creator goddess Tiamat, a proud counterattack by him, his country, and his people.

Even if this isn't Uruk—! But the spot where the king stands is Uruk!

As long as the king lives, Uruk will live on forever!

In just a moment, he saw the unwavering will and admirable character in the king's eyes. At this moment, Ramses II chose to leave the stage to this golden figure, and at the same time, he had a vague idea of ​​his identity.

The King of Uruk?

"Open your eyes wide and watch carefully!!"

Without lapis lazuli, and without even soldiers, the next moment, accompanied by a frenzy of feeding various immortal fruits and spiritual medicines into her mouth, all the divine seals began to move.

Amidst the ripples of the Gate of Babylon suspended in the void, they all aimed their cannons at the enormous white dragon.

Despite not being a Caster, he still managed to accomplish this spectacular feat all by himself, leaving those who understood the significance of it feeling astonished, speechless, and terrified!

Morgan, with his exceptional magical skills, could clearly tell that it was something similar to the disposable Holy Lance he had created.

It's likely that the treasures in that Gold Pikachu's Vault will be completely rendered as disposable, unrecoverable items, tools that will maximize their performance.

You won't find another player in the world who plays with such extravagance.

Didn't you see that the Conqueror King's eyes were red with envy as he watched this spectacular scene unfold? His face clearly showed his desire and longing.

Although he didn't understand the deeper meaning behind these weapons, they all seemed incredibly powerful. He figured that seizing these cannons would definitely be a powerful tool to help him conquer the world.

"Who am I?! These 360 ​​divine seals were all made by my own hand, imbued with magic and overseen by me! If you were to drive this body with the resolve to die—even the fallen Mother Goddess of Creation could stop you! It's just a mere white dragon...! I will perfectly conclude the task of bringing it down here!"

As Gilgamesh finished speaking, countless beams of light condensed and rapidly fired at the enormous white dragon.

Each beam of light was like the shining brilliance of a Heroic Spirit's final trump card after unleashing its Noble Phantasm. At this moment, Gilgamesh had completely removed his upper armor, revealing his strong muscles and bright red markings. At the same time, he was frantically consuming the drug, but it only lasted for a short while before cold sweat began to bead on his forehead.

It was truly impressive when he was showing off; many people who witnessed it were impressed by his coolness.

But this continuous barrage of King's Cannon is a huge drain on mana.

Fortunately, Gilgamesh possessed magical power; otherwise, Tokiomi on the other side would probably have been drained of it by now.