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Instead of blocking the three slashes, she poured all the almost limitless magical power within her body, comparable to a nuclear power plant, into the holy sword in her hand!

She raised that invisible holy sword high, like a warhammer!

Then, with an absolute speed that transcended thought, cause and effect, and even the activation speed of the "Swallow Return," it slammed down fiercely towards Assassin's main body!

boom--!!!!!!!!!!

A devastating shockwave, composed of high-density wind pressure and comparable to a meteorite impact, suddenly erupted!

Assassn's seemingly "unsolvable" [Swallow Return] was completely crushed, shattered, and annihilated from its very "root" by this even more unreasonable and pure violence before it could even fully unfold its form!

His fragile body, as a "ghost," couldn't even put up a fight. In this devastating storm, he vanished completely, like a flickering candle in the wind, turning into countless purple spiritual light particles.

"...Truly, a fine sword..."

Just before he vanished completely, his voice, filled with satisfaction and relief, gently echoed in Artoria's heart.

The world fell silent once again.

Before the mountain gate, only Artoria's valiant figure, wielding the holy sword, remained, along with three "spectators" in the distance, completely petrified by the miraculous scene before them.

140 The Witch's End

The cool moonlight shone on the deserted, ancient gate of Ryudong Temple.

The air still retained the lingering effects of that earth-shattering attack, the violent wind pressure, and the magic. Assassin Kojiro Saki, the legendary swordsman who existed only in legends, along with his demonic sword "Swallow Return" capable of severing cause and effect, had all been reduced to countless spiritual particles and completely dissipated before Artoria's even more unreasonable and absolute power.

Beyond the mountain gate, the road to the temple was unobstructed.

"...Was that a Noble Phantasm just now?"

Shirou Emiya stared blankly at Artoria's petite yet incredibly reliable figure, swallowing hard. He couldn't comprehend the sheer scale of that devastating storm, like a meteorite impact.

“No,” Jeanne d’Arc said slowly, shaking her head in a voice filled with holiness and solemnity, “that was not the release of a Noble Phantasm. It was merely… the release of pure magical energy.”

"Just... the release of magic?" Shirou's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Rin's heart was also in turmoil. She knew better than anyone that the Sab of ten years ago, while powerful, could never possess such terrifying, overwhelming strength! What kind of transformative change had Sab undergone in the past ten years, beside that man?!

凛！

Just then, Arch's voice, filled with extreme shock and vigilance, exploded in her mind like an alarm bell!

That Sab is strange! Her spirit origin... her mana output... has completely exceeded the scope of the Sword Knight class! Her body, rather than being a Heroic Spirit, is more like a mythical creature from the mythological era wearing human skin! Stay away from her! She's a hundred times more dangerous than that Assassin!

"Shut up, Arch." Rin replied coldly in her mind, with an unquestionable tone. She is our ally.

She ignored her overly wary servant and took the lead, walking towards the unknown area shrouded in darkness and the aura of divine magic.

The group passed through the mountain gate and officially entered the territory of Liudong Temple.

The moment they stepped in—

The whole world seemed to have been switched on, and suddenly, it changed its appearance!

Buzz—! ! ! !

The once tranquil and Zen-like temple courtyard was instantly enveloped by an intensely dense and eerie purple light! On the ground, countless complex magic arrays, shimmering with ominous light, spread and connected rapidly like living things, transforming the entire Ryudong Temple into her temple, a massive magic workshop with its rules completely rewritten, comparable to an innate barrier!

The sky was no longer a blanket of night, but was replaced by a purple energy dome composed of pure magic. Countless divine runes, like stars, slowly flowed across the dome, radiating a suffocating and immense magical pressure.

"—Hehehe...Welcome, you few guests who don't know the meaning of death."

Cast Medea's voice, like an omnipresent spell, came from all directions. Her figure appeared in the deepest part of the temple, looking down at the prey who had willingly entered her web.

"Since you're here, stay forever and become a part of my temple!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the entire temple came to life!

The earth began to tremble violently! One after another, ferocious skeletal soldiers made of dragon teeth and wielding bone swords sprang forth from the magic-infused soil like bamboo shoots after a spring rain! Purple soul fires burned in their empty eye sockets, and like an endless, fearless legion of death, they launched a tidal wave of attacks on the people!

Above the sky, the flowing divine runes also burst forth with deadly light! Beams of magical energy, comparable in power to anti-military level Noble Phantasms, descended from the sky like divine judgment, whistling sharply, completely sealing off all escape routes for everyone!

This is the true final trap from the goddess of the age of gods! She will use this overwhelming and absolute amount of matter and magic to annihilate all the intruders who dare to break into her temple!

"—Arch!"

Faced with this apocalyptic scene, Rin remained calm and decisive, issuing orders immediately!

"I see!"

Arch, who had remained in spirit form, ceased to observe. He instantly materialized, and in his hands appeared a pair of black and white swords—Gan Jiang and Mo Xie.

However, he did not rush forward immediately, but instead turned his gaze to the orange-haired boy who was also projecting weapons.

"—Kid!" he hissed in a tone filled with sarcasm yet tinged with complex emotion, "Can you still move?!"

“...Of course!” Shirou Emiya gritted his teeth. Although his body trembled slightly with fear, his eyes burned with an indomitable flame that belonged to a “partner of justice”!

"Then keep up! Don't hold us back!"

At this moment, the guardian from the future, filled with despair and irony, and the boy from the past, filled with innocence and ideals, formed an unexpected alliance that transcended time and space!

"—amtheboneofmysword!"

The two of them, without prior arrangement, began chanting the same incantation that symbolized the essence of their souls!

In an instant, countless counterfeit swords of all shapes and sizes, gleaming with a cold, icy light, surged forth from beside the two like a flood bursting its banks! They converged into a surging torrent of steel and conviction, which collided violently with the endless white waves of bones and death!

Clang clang clang clang—!!!

The symphony of steel and bones has begun!

That magnificent yet tragic scene created a precious path for Rin and Jeanne d'Arc in the rear, leading them deep into the temple!

"Now!" Rin shouted.

However, Cast would not let them succeed so easily.

She instantly focused her main magical firepower on the two Servants who posed the greatest threat to her and possessed extremely high "magic resistance"!

Dozens of divine magic beams, comparable in power to A-rank Noble Phantasms, bypassed the steel torrent ahead like homing missiles, aiming directly at Artoria and Jeanne's vitals from various tricky angles!

"—My lord is here!"

Joan of Arc once again raised the holy banner before her, and a golden protective barrier suddenly unfolded!

Artoria, meanwhile, wielded her holy sword, shattering every beam of light that came her way!

For a time, the entire battlefield was engulfed in a fierce but inefficient battle of offense and defense.

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Gu Chuan looked at the dazzling yet intense battle scene reflected in the water mirror and yawned listlessly.

"Seriously...it's too slow."

He picked up his black tea and spoke softly, as if complaining about the movie's slow pace.

"Why insist on using this inefficient method to solve the problem when there are simpler and more direct ways?"

He was already tired of this "game".

He decided to personally fast-forward this farce.

He didn't even get up; instead, he cast his golden eyes, which shimmered with divine light, into the water mirror at the magnificent "temple" shrouded in purple light.

Then, in a tone that seemed to state an unquestionable truth of the universe, he softly issued his sole command.

"—I command, all the magic here, shall return to chaos."

In that instant, the whole world seemed to have been muted.

Inside the temple of Ryudong Temple.

Just as this witch from the Age of Gods was about to chant an even more powerful spell to bury the enemy before her, her body suddenly stiffened without warning!

To her horror, she discovered that her entire magic workshop, which she was so proud of, which was connected to her heart and which was the source of her power, had, in an instant, completely lost all connection with her!

Do not!

We haven't lost contact!

It was betrayal!

Buzz—! ! ! !

In an instant, all the runes in the magical array that formed the barrier and shimmered with purple light reversed their rotation! They no longer drew magic power from the spiritual veins; instead, they began to frantically devour and retaliate against the magic power of their master—Cast himself!

The Dragon Fang Soldiers, summoned by her own hand and supposed to be her most loyal soldiers, all turned around at that moment! Their empty eye sockets, burning with the fire of their souls, were all locked onto her, their "mother"!

"No...impossible...this...this is...why?!"

Cast let out an incredulous, terrified scream!

She couldn't understand! She couldn't imagine! What kind of being, what kind of immense power, could, in an instant, completely strip away, distort, and dominate the very "magic" she, the great witch of the divine age, had learned and relied upon her entire life—from its very roots?!

Faced with the absolute and incomprehensible power of laws, all the struggles of this tragic witch seem pale and laughable.

She watched helplessly as the endless legion of death, which she had created with her own hands, surged toward her.

Just as the tide of bones was about to engulf her, a warm and firm chest came from behind and pulled her tightly into an embrace.

It's Kuzuki Souichirou.

This man, who had been taciturn and as cold as an iceberg from beginning to end, chose to face the final moment with his servant as she approached her end.

"...Souichiro...Sir..."

Medea raised her head and looked at the man's face, which was still indifferent, but with a hint of "gentleness" in his eyes that she had never seen before. At this moment, his heart, which was full of betrayal and pain, seemed to have received the final and only salvation.

She smiled.

With a sense of relief and a sense of liberation.

The next second, a wave of bones completely engulfed the two of them.

This tragic princess of Colchis from the age of mythology ultimately vanished completely, transforming into countless purple spiritual particles in the arms of her Master, who was also the only love of her life.

141 The Last Banquet

With Princess Colkis's final, bittersweet laugh, filled with both resentment and relief, Ryudo-ji Temple, which had been shrouded in purple light for so long, finally welcomed back the cool moonlight.

The enormous workshop, constructed with divine magic and comparable to a bounded field, shattered in an instant like a burst bubble in a dream. All the magic that constituted it transformed into countless purple specks of light, like fireflies on a summer night, slowly dissipating into the silent night sky.

Ryudong Temple has been restored to its original solemn and tranquil appearance.

"……it's over?"

Shirou Emiya stared blankly at the world before him, now back to normal, still somewhat dazed from the chaotic battle that had just taken place—a battle that resembled the rebirth of a myth.

“No,” Rin said, her face showing no sign of relaxation. She raised her head, her gaze seemingly piercing through the barriers of space, looking towards the towering church on the other side of the city. “The real battle has only just begun.”

Just then, the familiar voice of the "Observer," always carrying a hint of languor and composure, rang in her mind.

[Observer]: The warm-up is now over. Ladies and gentlemen, it seems that tonight's efficiency was higher than I expected.

[Observer]: In that case, this boring game should come to an end.

[Observer]: — Tonight, go to church for a final feast.

Gu Chuan's calm words, transmitted clearly through chat group 22, reached the ears of all his "allies." It wasn't a discussion, nor a suggestion, but rather an unquestionable, final declaration from the sole player in this game!

He decided to stop all unnecessary probing and planning, and tonight, in the most direct and overwhelming way, eliminate all the remaining enemies in one fell swoop!

Meanwhile, in Fuyuki Church.

On the towering, Gothic clock tower, Kirei Kotomine stood quietly, overlooking the city where he had lived for more than ten years.

Just now, he clearly sensed, through the magic probes scattered throughout Fuyuki City, the immense magical power belonging to Cast that had been entrenched at Ryudouji Temple, which vanished completely in an instant.

"...Medea, have you left the stage?"

He murmured to himself, and slowly, a morbidly joyful smile crept onto his face, which was always expressionless as if wearing a mask.

He knew that once the "turtle," the best at defense and setting traps, was eliminated, the "hunters" lurking in the shadows would finally point their sharp fangs at him, the last and greatest "BOSS."

He felt no fear whatsoever; on the contrary, he felt an unprecedented excitement and joy that came from the depths of his soul!

He longed for it, he anticipated it, he reveled in it—the impending final feast, filled with chaos, betrayal, slaughter, and destruction!

"It seems we'll be arriving soon, guests."

He turned around and smiled at the figure in the shadows behind him, who held a red magic gun and exuded a sharp, beast-like aura.