Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

"This is a resonance effect caused by your magic circuits producing ultra-high concentrations of true ether in the [Magic Furnace Core]. If you don't want to die, temporarily shut down your magic circuits, you idiot!"

A familiar voice, tinged with resentment and anger, rang in Weber's ears, so stimulating that Weber forgot he couldn't breathe.

"Oh no! Mr. Kenneth!!!"

"Shut up, say what I said, Webber Velvet, you lucky idiot!"

Kenneth's voice guided Webber to temporarily shut down his magic circuits with great difficulty. After several attempts, during which he was scolded and forced to do so, Webber finally felt relieved and able to breathe again.

"Thank you, Professor Kenneth..." Weber said in a very soft voice.

Undeniably, he still harbors resentment towards Kenneth, and if he could, he would love to hurl insults at his teacher who had humiliated him.

"Let's leave aside the matter of you, you fool, stealing my sacred relic for now," Kenneth said coldly.

"Bring your servant and come see me right now, if you want to live!"

“I can’t just leave this to chance,” Iskandar interjected.

"Although I am very grateful to you for saving my little Master, he and I are going to witness a fierce battle between warriors here."

"The Warriors?" Kenneth exclaimed excitedly.

"Do you know what that beating heart is? It's the heart of a dragon, and not just any ordinary dragon, but the heart of a being that stands at the pinnacle of the fantasy species. It might even be the heart of Albion!"

“Albion, could it be that haunted tomb…” Weber couldn’t help but interject.

"Yes, that's him, Webber Velvet, the very foundation of that clock tower!" Kenneth gritted his teeth.

Since its establishment at the beginning of the Common Era, the Clock Tower has been wandering the world for a long time. Although it later became known as the Magic Association, in reality, compared to its two counterparts, it was the magic organization that changed its location frequently over a long period of time.

Until the 12th century, they discovered the spirit tomb Albion on the island of Britain and chose to settle here and build the clock tower. The capital for this was the tunnel that the strongest fantasy species underfoot was trying to dig to the inner sea of ​​stars.

The corpse of the Albion Dragon became the source of countless precious materials, and the countless fantasy species and magical beasts born from its remains also became the source of materials for the Clock Tower to survive.

The reason Kenneth knew so much was that one of the two magical furnaces he brought to the Holy Grail War was a treasure created from fragments of Albion's corpse!

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This thing could even be said to be enough to replace most of the Holy Grails for making wishes, and its price was astronomical, even for El-Melloi I.

But the fundamental reason for all this is that Kenneth clearly knows that someone who can use this thing as a heart is definitely not someone that any Servant or Heroic Spirit can mess with—no matter how little the other party uses the heart, its destructive power can wipe out the entire Fuyuki with a wave of the hand!

Moreover! There's a one in ten thousand chance that if this heart goes to the Clock Tower, who knows what changes will occur in the Tomb of the Spirits!

"That's not a Servant at all; the Holy Grail can't summon something like that!!!" Kenneth, as the head of the Conjuring Department and a child prodigy, coldly made his judgment.

"There are huge problems behind this Holy Grail War, Waver. You are an incompetent and ignorant fellow. But your Servant is valuable. If you want to atone for your sins, bring him to me."

"Isn't the problem obvious?" Iskandar put his arm around Waver's shoulder, raising an eyebrow as he looked at the 'cocoon' of dark swamp gathering in the air.

"The existence of another world, and the saint who could never descend—everyone can see there's something wrong with that, but magician, can you figure out what the problem is?"

"..."

"Even if we can't find it? Then we might as well gather more information!" Iskandar laughed heartily.

"Even with a one in ten thousand chance, I can still protect my little Master from harm!"

At this moment, not only Kenneth and his group were shocked by the beating heart, but also Tokiomi Tohsaka and his son Kotomine.

"The heart of a top-tier fantasy species? Such a massive amount of magical power (soul)? It's equivalent to at least two Noble Phantasms..."

Tokiomi Tohsaka murmured blankly, filled with regret and deep remorse!

If he had known that Gilgamesh was so useless, he would have been better off pulling from this Saint's gacha banner!

Looking at their active performance now, it feels to Tokiomi like buying stocks at the peak and then dumping them just as they're about to soar.

The Kotomine father and son had no time to comfort Tokiomi, as they were no less shocked than Tokiomi.

You see, it's all about ghosts and dragons, is this thing really one of the oldest saints in Catholicism?

Is it legal for you to be a saint?

At this moment, the beating heart and the gathering power, guided by the ancient memories of the Heart of Albion, finally allowed Tsurugi to complete the reconstruction of his body.

The surging black mud completely disappeared, and in its place, a red light suddenly rose into the sky, tearing through the clouds and leaving a crimson trail in the sky.

Weber heard what sounded like thunder, but it wasn't. He saw the dark clouds that had been blocking out the moonlight being violently pushed aside, creating a hole a hundred meters in diameter, and a silvery-white figure was suspended there.

That was undoubtedly contrary to the way any living thing flies; there were no flapping wings, no gliding, only red gas continuously ejected from the tips of the wings, emitting a low roar in the air like a jet engine.

The altitude of 10,000 meters seemed to arrive in an instant, just a brief second, and the red meteor that swooped down returned to its original position!

Only now could everyone see its appearance clearly.

Its perfectly streamlined body is covered in a cold, silvery armor, the texture of which resembles metal forged through countless hammer blows, reflecting a chilling light under the moonlight. Its head resembles that of a falcon, with a hard, obsidian-colored beak and five sharp, backward-curving dragon horns, and a pair of deep blue, vertical pupils that survey everything.

But what's even more eye-catching are his 'wings'. They aren't ordinary wings, but three strong, layered, columnar wing bones, shaped like parallel spears. At the tips of the wing bones are nozzles like those of a jet aircraft, constantly emitting a crimson glow and containing a large amount of true ether magic.

It's a... dragon?

People couldn't help but wonder, its appearance was vastly different from both the flying dragon and the already recorded fantasy species, and it looked more like a living machine.

But no one would question its power—the crimson gas flowing from that nozzle alone could exert immense magical pressure on the entire environment.

"I made some minor changes to its appearance; consider it a collaboration skin~~~ I originally wanted it to look like a big red dragon with seven heads and ten horns."

From the mechanical mouth of the dragon came Tsugumi's joyful voice, but the words she uttered were somewhat blasphemous.

"You wouldn't mind fighting against inhuman enemies, would you?"

"No objections." Looking at the Dongjiang transformed into such a powerful creature, Lü Bu felt a surge of fighting spirit. He drew his third halberd, grinning maliciously.

"Let's begin—Amashita!!!"

The instant Lu Bu unleashed his ultimate skill once more, Tsurugi leaped into the air and soared into the dark sky. Immediately afterward, the red meteor circled at high speed before crashing heavily to the ground!

"Adorable stars collide with the sky!!!"

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After the power was combined twice, the third Heavenly Devourer unleashed by Lü Bu was more than four times more powerful than the first attack!

Similarly, the damage to the body is also extremely great!

Just by holding the halberd, before he could even swing it, countless wounds and blood gushed from his body like a fountain!

Muscles are being strained and torn in batches, then bones are breaking apart inch by inch, and there is even deeper deterioration!

But it still can't compare!

It's nowhere near as powerful as the blow he once delivered to Thor!

Lu Bu didn't care about the rules or divine power of the Holy Grail War; he just wanted to fight!

Fight to your heart's content, freely, and exhilaratingly!

"Eat!!!"

The tearing and pain in his body had no effect whatsoever, and Lu Bu unleashed a strike that was at the limit of his weapon's power!

Oh my God! ! !

At the same time, Tsugumi had already pushed her speed to its limit!

"Hahahaha, yes, that's right, that's the speed!"

Dongjiang laughed wildly. At this moment, the dragon's body was not only the result of Albion's memories, but also the development in the direction that Dongjiang chose to shape!

The original Albion Dragon was a flawless dragon, possessing immense life, strength, energy, and speed—a perfect fantasy creature sculpted by Gaia herself, comparable only to the White Whale and Typhon.

But one Albion heart is not enough to support the creation of such a complete state, especially since it is a dead heart. Even if Tsugumi absorbed the cells from this part through the power of jealousy and tried to reshape its body, she could not do it.

Because the energy consumption is completely disproportionate, even though it is the closest thing to a perfect creature created by Gaia, the operation of the dragon relies on more than just a heart.

Therefore, when shaping her body, Tsugumi had to make choices and trade-offs.

Do you want a huge size or great strength, or powerful magic or a perfect energy circuit?

He chose between absolute speed or overwhelming physical strength.

He chose this one for no other reason than that he already had a replacement for the former, and he didn't like playing characters that required skill!

When it comes to absolute speed and corresponding physical strength, the first thing that comes to Tsurugi's mind is the Heavenly Comet Dragon.

And so, in the end, he became like this.

Wow, so fast! Faster than Salamander!

All the magic surging from the heart of Albion was used to propel its speed, and Tsurugi reached the highest point of the planet in the instant it passed through the sky!

In this pitch-black vacuum, Tsurugi looked down at the azure planet below, and without pausing for a moment, it turned and headed downwards.

At the point where it is about to leave Earth, the boundary of physical laws, it turns downwards.

Next, with the help of Earth's gravity, the maximum speed is further increased!

Faster! Faster still! Infinitely faster!!!

At the same time, people all over the world witnessed this scene: on the horizon, a crimson crack tore open the sky without warning.

Like a giant pen dipped in blood, it slashed diagonally down from the clouds, slicing an ugly scar across the pure sky. The violent sonic boom arrived long afterward, causing the mountain rocks to tremble and the snow to rustle.

What Weber saw was a falling silver meteor.

The strange dragon's iconic lance wings were now tightly folded to its sides, with the three columnar wing bones bundled together, like the lance of a knight charging into battle. The dragon energy gushing from the ends of the wing bones was no longer crimson, but had transformed into a destructive bluish-white, leaving a dazzling and deadly tail like a comet!

The light drew ever closer, and the enormous shadow instantly swallowed the moonlight. Lu Bu, fully prepared, saw its chest armor plates fully opened, revealing a fiercely pulsating, crimson organ, like the core of a furnace, greedily devouring the air rushing towards it. The blade-like armor plates on its back vibrated rapidly due to the shockwave, emitting a metallic buzzing sound.

The air was no longer intangible; it was compressed, heated, and ignited, transforming into a scorching, viscous wall that crushed down before the dragon's body, suffocating everyone. The sounds of the entire world were stripped away, leaving only the increasingly piercing, soul-wrenching screams of the falling dragon, and the muffled thud of one's own heart pounding wildly behind the ribs.

"Wa ...

Weber let out a terrified scream, an instinctive fear, like when you're walking down the street and a large truck is coming straight at you.

Unable to control his instincts, he let out a cry of fear, and Iskandar suddenly activated his Reality Marble—

It's not that I don't want to see the end, it's just that I can't watch any longer.

Oh, right, the police officers who came to check what had happened were also conveniently taken into Iskandar's own bounded field.

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However, it seems that these police officers, who first witnessed the meteorite landing and then were pulled into someone else's world, are probably already terrified.