Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

That is—humanity's final trial has been overcome!

He would rather see more 'fools' who dare to bare their fangs than those who walk alongside him.

Faced with such powerful and unparalleled gods, demon kings, and the concept of the final trial, which is like a microcosm of the cosmic blueprint itself, how could any living being not feel fear?

Even the most instinctive reaction—everyone here would be terrified and want to attack, simply because they think that if they don't stop the other party immediately, something even more terrible will happen next!

They fought not out of courage, but out of fear!

This is the immense pressure that even the Heroic Spirits had to admit they felt when facing the Night!

That's why—just relying on one's own will and normal 'fighting'—Achilles murmured: "This alone is already making things extremely difficult! Everyone is just afraid of subconsciously launching defensive attacks, which is the maximum 'attack' they can actually do."

However—those were not heroes participating in the trial, but merely a group of sheep driven to the brink of despair, struggling helplessly.

That is why it is said that, rather than standing beside it, sinking into darkness and bearing sin, standing opposite it—fighting it in the guise of 'justice'—is physiologically more terrifying and unbearable for a living being.

But if this is what you expect!

I recalled what Ye had said to Abigail before: the heroes here are all first-rate heroes in history, possessing a powerful will that even the powerful distortion and mental pollution of the Outer Gods cannot affect.

This noble and heroic demeanor is exactly what they wish to see! How could these heroic spirits not try to overcome their physical fears and wholeheartedly respond to this battle?!

It's a pity that several heroic spirits died before this battle.

A warrior like Diarmuid would surely be thrilled and excited about the upcoming battle.

Even with his skill level, he's practically cannon fodder here, but this kind of battle and dying in this war is definitely the most fitting death for him—the perfect battlefield to fulfill his regrets and wishes in life!

The eyes of the heroic spirits gradually began to blaze, staring intently at the night, at its profound sense of oppression, powerful intimidation, and magnificent aura!

"I am a sword in the Lord's hand—! I wish to be born a storm—a spokesperson for the gods, an agent of divine punishment on earth—willing to wield a dagger in the darkness, to poison the dinner table, we are assassins!" The next moment, King Hassan was the first to step out of the protective range of the Radiant Great Complex Temple.

They willingly threw themselves into that terrifying battlefield, a battlefield capable of tearing apart any hero or mythical beast.

Everywhere was like a storm!

But at this moment, he willingly places himself in the storm!

"For a hundred people, sacrifice one; for a thousand people, sacrifice ten; for the boundless world, for what you love, even if it means burning my little personal world to ashes... even if it means becoming a villain who assassinates God!! Ah, where! Where!"

The raging fire burning in his heart—!

The next moment, bang! !! Holding his greatsword, King Hassan cleaved through the rubble and debris before him with a single strike, charging forward—towards the gods in the heavens—to offer up an assassination from hell!

This scene left the heroic spirits behind them, whose fighting spirits had been ignited and who were preparing to follow, completely stunned.

Wait a minute, that Grand Assassin just now, who called himself an assassin but was even more reckless than a knight, just brazenly charged right through, didn't he?!

No, what about tactics? What about stealth?

Even though that one has now released the three Phantom Demons, which is both the strongest and weakest form, and the power of the main body is not much divided, it is still an absolutely overwhelming combat power for those Heroic Spirits!

Even if they are at their weakest, it doesn't mean they have a chance of winning.

The stronger they are, the stronger their opponents become. Their strength is always the sum of their current power. If they don't unite, they have no chance of winning at all. In fact, the idea of ​​getting so many heroic spirits from different mythologies to cooperate and fight together is simply a pipe dream.

They could only work together temporarily, trying to unify their beliefs and come together for a common glory, hoping to create a miracle!

however……

However—? Even so, they still had high hopes for King Hassan, one of the few Grand Rank Servants present!

Make the most of everything!

The job class will naturally exert its power according to its job class!

If you make healers the DPS, DPS the support, assassins the front line, and shield warriors the back of the battlefield, that kind of absurd arrangement is just feeding.

Now, the old man's blatant 'stealth' has left the Heroic Spirits dumbfounded. They find it quite absurd, but they have no choice but to bite the bullet and follow suit!

La Er looked at himself with a black question mark above his head: ? ? ? !!

No, didn't this old man do a pretty good job sneaking into his own temple before?

Even when he was in his omnipotent state, he didn't notice.

Why are you acting strangely at this crucial moment?!

Let the Grand-ranked lancers and the others take the lead, and the Grand-ranked assassins might find an opportunity to strike unexpectedly, which could be surprisingly effective. Although, even in a self-restrained state, that person could probably easily detect the old man's stealth.

After all, much of the power of the old man in the mountains originates from him.

But the principle remains the same!

At this moment, Ye calmly looked at the heroic spirits rushing towards him from the sky and the ground: "Finally—approaching me? Just as I should, if they don't approach me—how can I defeat absolute evil, how can I become the sword that pierces the heart of this demon king!!"

As he said this, Ye's gaze suddenly sharpened, causing the heroic spirits to subconsciously turn their heads slightly, not daring to look directly at him.

The spirits seemed to sense the earnest and heavy expectation in those eyes!

The killer gaze from an elder!

It was as if it were asking—'Can they touch the heart of this demon king? Can you, the chosen ones, heroes, and humanity of this era, fulfill this long-cherished wish?'

Such a weighty question—!

Chapter 167 What's the difference between this and using a divine declaration to stab Odin? It won't kill anyone.

Bang! Bang! The three reds unparalleled strike, even though the Angel of Death had reached its peak, under the blessing of faith, had never been in such good condition.

Even if King Hassan were to face a beast far stronger than himself at this point, there would still be a chance that he would instantly die!

However—the greatsword was firmly held in Night's hand.

Then, King Hassan was slammed into the crowd of Heroic Spirits by Night, who was wielding a sword.

With extraordinary physical strength, even when self-restricted and bound, even when using only brute force, he can still instill fear and tremble throughout the world.

He won't dodge, nor will he resort to any clever tricks or schemes.

It has nothing to do with the strength or lack thereof, nor with the skill or authority one possesses. Just as one can be without wings, he can still reign high above the heavens—on the throne of the heavens!

The superiority and inferiority are now obvious.

Therefore—O absolute evil demon king! Always has been, is, and will always be…the advantage of defeating the enemy head-on against the trial participants.

I will fight like this no matter what! To those who call themselves true heroes, I insist that I am the final peak they reach.

Among them are those who, knowing they cannot win, still fight for their loved ones.

Just like now—shouting—we are heroic spirits, heroes in human history, the embodiment of people's aspirations and beliefs…

With so much hope placed upon us, in this era we are fortunate enough to challenge the absolute evil Demon King, fortunate enough to attempt to overcome and break through humanity's final trial! How can we not give it our all? If it means heartbreak, then heartbreak; if it means exhausting our hearts and souls, then exhausting our hearts and souls! We will fight until our bones pile up into towering towers and cover the earth!

Having already died once, their useless bodies can still pave the way for future generations of humanity and realize their second life's value, which is extremely precious to them!

Even Joan of Arc and others had by this time understood the will of the Lord and gritted their teeth to join the war.

However, it would be extremely difficult for Joan of Arc to attack a god; in this instance, her main role is to support and protect her teammates.

“If this is what you want to see… Merciful God, merciful you, merciful… King!” Bai Zhen’s eyes were filled with tears, then she gripped the flagpole in her hand and fixed her gaze firmly.

She understands...

Alter Jeanne didn't think too much about it. Instead, she admired and liked Yoru's madness even more! Then she joined the front line without hesitation.

"Hahahahaha—!!! A demon king who has descended from the position of a god, hey—you're just too funny. Indeed—your demeanor is much more appealing than your divine holiness! Then let the vengeful dragon witch respond to you with a grand display of flames! Listen to the cheers and jubilation!"

"Roar! My wrath!!" Overwhelmed with passion and excitement, like a mischievous little girl about to play a trick on someone after getting candy, she unleashed her power as the Dragon Witch.

In the name of the Avengers, they magically transform and burn the resentment around them—the evil, filth, and self-righteousness of their opponents will be burned to the bone marrow, a terrifying sight.

Originally, as a concept of 'absolute evil,' the other party's malice should surely be the best fuel for this raging fire.

however--

Unable to ignite, the towering flames instantly engulfed the entire city, turning the battlefield streets into a sea of ​​fire under the power of Black Jeanne's outburst, like lava erupting from hell. After the Noble Phantasm was released, it pierced through the night sky, but when it encountered the surrounding magic, it instantly emitted a sound as if it had been extinguished by water.

Unable to ignite!

Even the Dragon Witch was astonished. It was merely the despairing aura that naturally enveloped her, not the power she was releasing, yet it had already formed a sufficiently thick barrier. She could feel like a foolish little girl playing with fire, trying to scorch the planet itself with a small flame.

Faced with this despairing spiritual energy, which is even more terrifyingly concentrated than a continental plate, how could such a small amount of anger and vengeful impulse possibly burn away the surface of the opponent?

It can't even touch the surface...

Even though Jeanne Alter had given up on the idea of ​​'revenge' because of the special nature of this god, that was still the essence of her birth. She originally wanted to take advantage of this 'open and aboveboard' opportunity to rebel and enjoy the pleasure of ganging up on the god!

Even if it doesn't cause any effective injury, but—

"Hey, this is too much!! What kind of design is this, a turtle shell so thick? Ugh, damn it, couldn't you at least let me boil some water? A face this thick-skinned won't attract any girls! My Demon King!" Black Jeanne gritted her teeth, her expression instantly filled with frustration, while also feeling a mix of shock and complex emotions...

Because she realized it, precisely because that evil was so pure and without the slightest filth, so absolute that even the virtuous and the hypocritical would feel ashamed.

Such evil—rather than something wicked or filthy—is more precious than sublime good.

Even the Dragon Witch was deeply moved, which triggered a rare moment of kindness within her.

She only burns filthy things—! And this god—is not bad!

He proved this himself with his own flames...

From now on, she has probably given up on revenge against this god, especially since she has always been confused about the reason for her birth that was imposed on her: revenge.

Especially after experiencing the singularity and the return of the Night Gang, she realized that she was not Joan of Arc at all, and had no reason to seek revenge against anyone.

Regardless of what Jeanne Alter truly thinks—

At the same time—Achilles seized the opportunity to hurl the all-piercing meteor spear, imbued with the concept of the Holy Lance—"Holy Lance, anchor—!!"

When the Grand Lance roared, it unleashed its Noble Phantasm, a weapon meant to save the world!

I have to say—this time the Noble Phantasm was finally used correctly.

The attributes of salvation, absolute evil, and the ultimate trial of humanity are mutually restraining.

However—Achilles made the same mistake.

Like King Hassan and the Dragon Witch before him, King Hassan's Death Angel and Jeanne Alter's Spirit Origin were both bestowed with power by the hand of night.

Even the Holy Lance, which is now in use, originally belonged to Night. Not to mention the original texts of the Type-Moon universe, the Lion King's consciousness, and the original savior sword from the mythological world are all in Night's hands.

You took his weapon and tried to kill him?

This is no joke, just like using a divine declaration to stab Odin or using thunderbolts to strike Zeus!

No matter how powerful a Noble Phantasm is, if it can't kill anyone, it's no longer a good Noble Phantasm.