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

But that doesn’t stop them from creating something similar by cultivating magical artifacts. After all, isn’t this ‘Superman’ also a product of their own world environment?

Of course, if you only have a concept and an idea, you can't create a finished product in a short time. Therefore, the bottle of Superman's blood brought by Greenwood played a decisive role.

With this Servant's sample, they might not be able to analyze anything useful. But Grintwood made full use of his family's magic and the system's advantages—as well as someone's small help—to create something resembling Kryptonite.

First, Jadalite was used as the base sample. Then, after a long period of experimentation, ultraviolet light of a frequency that could inhibit cell activity in Superman's blood was discovered. The two were combined and finally stuffed into red copper to create the product.

Of course, such a technological product was very crude, but as Tsugumi's unscrupulous behavior also provoked the Atlas Institute, a highly skilled alchemist, one of the 'Six Sources' alchemists who came from the Giant's Cellar, further refined this primitive product.

By incorporating the surface deformation mechanism (Molecule Face) into the product, the two originally incompatible elements were finally merged, resulting in a so-called Kryptonite bullet.

Even so, the alchemist still considered it nothing more than a fantastical and unrealistic fantasy.

Alchemy is no simple matter! Besides, this little magician insists on adding copper, an element of dubious significance, to his bullets!

But unexpectedly, it actually succeeded!

Seeing Tsugumi lying on the ground like a clown, the Atlas Academy magician quickly glanced at the ceremonial uniform beside him!

That was the Atlas Institute's secret costume that he brought with him, originally intended to eliminate this mad Servant; it was a replica of one of the Seven Great Weapons.

It was a jet-black ceremonial robe with a strong science fiction aesthetic, and before this, no matter how the alchemist observed it, the robe could not truly activate its effects.

But this time, it started.

The alchemist from the Atlas Institute, who was controlling the ceremonial attire, gasped in disbelief as he aimed at Tsurugi.

It's because this costume called Black Barrel has finally come to a conclusion!

This devastating Mystic Code possesses a conceptual instant-death effect. Its attack logic is to first observe the end; it must first observe the "end" that any tangible thing will inevitably reach in the distant future.

After completing this observation, the concept of termination is then assigned—these termination concepts are fired like bullets, and once they hit the target, the target is forced to encounter the "termination" "now".

Its destructive power is, in a sense, directly linked to lifespan and strength. For beings containing true ether within their bodies, the higher the content, the greater the damage, and the more perfectly its ability to ignore defenses can be utilized.

Before this, no matter how he observed the Mystic Code, he couldn't discern its ultimate fate, but now, it has worked!

He has successfully observed the "end" or "limit" that this mad Servant will inevitably reach—although he cannot witness the outcome, the Mystic Code has already been activated.

"You actually succeeded? Kid, how did you do that? How did you know that copper was his weakness?" Atlas's alchemist exclaimed excitedly.

"Uh, well, I..." Greentwood was sweating profusely and didn't know how to answer.

He was 100% certain that Dongjiang had not been wiped out.

In fact, he couldn't understand why he, a senior transmigrator, had built such a large place.

Is it just to enjoy the spectacle of them thinking they've wiped out their own people, only to have them suddenly reappear and kill them all, and to revel in their expressions of utter despair?

No way?

Superman wouldn't be that bored, would he?!

"Never mind, it doesn't matter! I'll write you a letter of recommendation after these things are over. Our Atlas Academy needs someone like you!"

But he couldn't afford to waste any more words; the God-Slaying Weapon of Annihilation was already aimed at the superman who had been lying on the ground like a pupa for half a day.

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Did it succeed?!

When the dark light faded, all the tense gazes focused on this place, where all that remained was a rippling void and emptiness.

"Good! We did it! We've defeated him!!!" Faldius shouted excitedly, raising his fist.

They have won! They have defeated this invincible enemy!

Next, all we need to do is reap the rewards of victory!

"Avisbro, activate your Noble Phantasm and clear away all remaining obstacles!!!"

Without hesitation, the Americans ordered their Servants to activate their Noble Phantasms to backstab their allies and wipe out the enemies. The next moment, Caster Avisbro, the Black Faction Servant who had been hiding until the very end, immediately activated his Noble Phantasm.

"The five elements connect, granting life and weapons to the earth. Lead the suffering people to the paradise of birth, guide this agonizing hell to the painless Eden!!!"

Witnessing this man-made hell, the magician who created the Kabbalah disk was heartbroken, but he was powerless to stop his master's orders. All he could do was to turn this hell back into the beautiful Eden before it was polluted by humans.

Ironically, the Noble Phantasm he activated was also created with the strong support of his sinful Master and the government behind him—a puppet modeling the 'Origin Human (Adam)' that he was unable to complete in his lifetime!

This was his ideal, his dream. What this 11th-century philosopher, poet, and magician sought to accomplish was to save the world with this puppet.

The next moment, a 30-meter-tall giant rose up from the ground with a rumble, and then, this earth-like giant roared as it continued to move forward.

The surging magic of the earth naturally entered its body, remember, forty meters, fifty meters, sixty meters!

"You want to save the world with this stuff? Are you out of your mind?"

Caught off guard by the sudden betrayal, the Atlas alchemist didn't even have time to take his Noble Phantasm with him and was forced to flee in a sorry state with Grintwood, dodging the giant's roar and pounce.

"What do you, a junior alchemist, know?" Avisbro said fanatically, spreading his arms wide.

"This doll is a replica of the miracle of God creating the primordial giants, and the place where it is located can recreate Paradise! When it spreads throughout the world, it can bring humanity back to Eden!"

The giant's size continued to grow, and at its feet, countless fragrant flowers, grasses, and trees grew, creating a peaceful and serene atmosphere that seemed to truly recreate the Garden of Eden.

On the battlefield, only Chiron and Georgios remained alive, but no matter whether it was the former's rain of arrows or the latter's sword, the wounds inflicted on the giants were healed in an instant, while they were easily knocked away like mosquitoes.

"It's no use! As long as I stand on the earth, my crown, the light of wisdom, is immortal!"

Avisbro announced excitedly, but Faldius behind him was already getting impatient.

"Caster, I'm planning to kill these two Servants and then welcome the arrival of the Greater Grail!!!"

"The future of America's leaders is just around the corner!!!"

The Kabbalah magician was furious, but bound by the Command Seals, he was powerless to resist his Master. And just as he was about to command his giant to unleash the Obsidian Sword to end the conflict—

Change is happening again.

A deafening roar echoed across the earth, and then, a colossal object rose from the darkness in the distance.

It was a huge sky garden—no, it should be described as a fortress and temple suspended in the sky!

Semiramis inside the temple wore a pleased smile—the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind; it doesn't matter who is the strongest, what matters is who laughs last.

She and Amakusa Shiro lay in wait behind the scenes, waiting for the moment to activate this invincible Noble Phantasm!

Not the vain Hanging Gardens of Babylon, but the beloved Palazzo of Cypress.

"Behold, this Garden of the Gods!!!" Semiramis raised his hands high, cheering proudly and joyfully.

Unfortunately, the priest wasn't there and couldn't be with her to witness the victory, which left the Empress somewhat disappointed.

But it doesn't matter, he will see it—this great treasure bestowed upon her by fate, destined for victory!

The Assyrian Empress, riding her divine palace, arrived atop the giant's head. Looking down upon this unparalleled behemoth created in imitation of Adam, the Empress's eyes held only pride and contempt.

"What an ugly clay giant! May you turn to ashes in the light of love—Goddess of Love (Freyja)!!!"

The Noble Phantasm bearing the name of the Norse goddess of love was unleashed, and in an instant, a pink radiance fell from the massive temple fortress.

Collision, contact, and then explosion

The pink glow instantly engulfed the giant, Avisbro, and even a large part of Snowfield City!

When the light faded, everything within its range was completely annihilated, including Saint George, the dragon slayer—but Chiron was surprisingly not destroyed there; instead, he was teleported into the castle by the light.

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"Son of Cronus, witness here how I spread the light of love throughout the world!"

Semiramis's proud voice echoed from the temple, while in the distance, Faldius, who had witnessed the terrifying power of this treasure, turned deathly pale.

He messed it up again!

But there's no turning back now. The US government has already invested so much and suffered so many losses in this Holy Grail War—

There is no option to fail, absolutely none!!!

"Shoot it down, at all costs!!!" The military representative grabbed the phone, roaring hoarsely.

And so, one missile after another, armed with nuclear warheads, streaked across the sky toward the massive aerial fortress. Facing these destructive weapons hurtling toward them at supersonic speeds, Semiramis, whose eyes had inexplicably turned pink, disdainfully raised his hand.

"You crude and barbaric weapons, return to your master!"

The next moment, more than a dozen heart-shaped missiles were launched from the fortress, neutralizing and hitting the nuclear weapons.

However, it did not detonate these weapons. Instead, at the moment these heart-shaped missiles hit the missile, these inorganic objects emitted a pink glow and then immediately turned around and flew back.

Faced with such a sudden 'betrayal' by a missile, does the US military have any countermeasures in place?

No, Faldius, politicians, generals, and all those who control the behind-the-scenes aspects of America—from magicians to those in the political and military spheres—are all staring breathlessly at their shimmering screens.

One missile after another flew back to their launch site, accompanied by cries for help on the communication channels, until finally everything was buried in the static of the destroyed electronic signals.

One of the missiles even landed at a base not far from them.

They stared at the mushroom cloud soaring into the sky on the screen, their pale faces filled with unprecedented despair!

So easily defeated? A weapon that embodies the very essence of humanity—is it really so easily destroyed?!

This was not the end. The enormous Temple of Love did not stop at all, but continued to move directly towards the outskirts of Snowfield City.

It was a colossal object, yet it moved at an extraordinary speed, or perhaps it was some kind of teleportation technology.

In just a moment, this colossal object arrived in the skies above nearby Detroit.

The inhabitants of this dilapidated car city pointed in astonishment at the sky, gazing at this city in the sky.

"Aren't you coming out yet, my dear Origrotes?"

Semiramis's condition seemed to become even more abnormal; his black hair gradually turned crimson red. He licked his lips and looked at the crowd below with a cruel expression.

"Then—I'll use these lowly ants to force you to appear."

The next moment, a goddess of love fell towards Detroit.

Not far away, Tsurugi looked at the thing that had suddenly appeared with the expression of an old man, a subway, and a cell phone.

Who did this? Damn it, I smell the stench of hell!

But at the same time, Tsugumi also felt unhappy—because it was I who should have been the one to plunge them into despair!

You broke down my door, you rat!!!

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P.S.: Miracle God has received an epic buff this time, his eyes can see really far (lol). Tomorrow I'll finish Type-Moon and then go back to Greek mythology.