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In the instant Osmandis's hand paused, Arash drew his bow, fired the arrow, and activated his Noble Phantasm!

Stella!

Once this attack is launched, his spiritual foundation is destined to crumble. He doesn't know whether this attack will kill the person in front of him.

But one thing is certain—I avoided the worst possible outcome, I avoided becoming that person's subordinate, and I will return to Valhalla afterward.

That's good.

If I stay, I will become an enemy of humanity, and I will no longer be myself.

In that case, it's better to go back.

His arrows were fired at a slight upward angle, because no matter what... Hassan's village was right in front of him, and if he attacked like that, the village would be destroyed.

really--

He failed. He was unable to kill Othmandis.

He appeared behind him as if by teleportation, but it was already over... His spirit origin had collapsed, and he simply vanished...

That's how it should be!

He barely managed to open his eyes, feeling intense pain all over his body. But it didn't matter; he was already used to this kind of injury.

His EX-level physique allows him to move freely and even launch attacks, even in his current state.

Even using a Noble Phantasm once would be acceptable, but why is that?

Didn't I disappear after using my Noble Phantasm? Why am I still here, and where am I?

"Haha—it seems you've woken up, hero!"

With his signature laugh and the way he addressed himself, he turned around and saw the man sitting next to him who seemed like the sun—Osmandis!

A bow and arrow instantly appeared in his hand; his arrow-making ability allowed him to use magic to form his own arrows, ready to launch an attack—

"Wait!" Osmandis stretched out a hand and said, "Don't be so hasty, brave warrior. Besides... I can't withstand your arrows right now. A single arrow could kill me, and that would be terrible! I can't die yet—"

"Can't die?"

The atmosphere is different now.

It had the same face as the previous Ottomandis, but the feeling it gave was completely different.

The previous one felt even stronger, but it was also very sinister. Just standing in front of it, you could feel a chill that went deep into your spine. But this one is different.

It was so weak, so weak, that it seemed as if its body was transparent and you could see the other side of the wall. No... it wasn't an illusion; you could definitely see the other side of the wall!

A faint golden light shimmered around him, and this wasn't an illusion; the god-king before him was genuinely radiating light—the light of a collapsing spiritual foundation.

His spirit origin was slowly dissipating from his body... He managed to stabilize it, but just as he said... let alone Arash's arrow, all he needed to do was punch the god-king in front of him, and his spirit origin would collapse.

And...this feeling...

A warm and cheerful smile.

It's completely different from before.

They are the same person, but they look completely different... Are they different facets of the same Servant?

But why am I here?

"Haha, surprised, aren't you? I saved you at the last second! Of course... that's why I was discovered by DIO and have been targeted quite badly ever since. That's why I can only create a Spirit Origin of this level now, and it's still constantly dissipating. Otherwise, I should have been able to create something much better!"

“DIO? Who’s that?!” Arash was not completely off guard.

"It's that Yu you faced before. He stole Yu's body... and I could only lurk inside that body... Later, in order to save Yu, I made him realize that he hadn't completely disappeared... But don't worry! In that guy's eyes, you are definitely dead, and you no longer exist in this world. In his eyes, the only Servant who still exists in this world is Agravivan, whom he deliberately let go! Haha, but this arrogance will bring him devastating destruction!"

"Because I am still here! Because you, brave one, are still here!"

"Hmm, I see. So that person wasn't Osmandis, but someone named DIO who stole your body, and that's why you're hiding here?"

"It's not about hiding here, it's about preparing counterattacks. Different wording can lead to vastly different results."

"call--"

Arash was certain that the god-king before him was not lying. With that thought, he sat down directly, and instantly felt waves of intense pain throughout his body, almost causing him to faint.

"Although I preserved your spirit foundation, you did use a Noble Phantasm after all. Although your situation is slightly better than mine, it is only slightly better—if we leave it like this, it will dissipate in at most a week."

"That's really bad, but you're even worse than me, right? How long can you hold out?"

"Yes, three days is the limit."

Osmandis said, "So, hero, I have a task for you: bring the people of Chaldea here within three days—to this remnant of the Atlas Institute! Both I and you need your Master's magical energy to sign the contract, otherwise... I am not in the temple, and my spirit origin is constantly dissipating. You used your Noble Phantasm, and although you were not fully released because of the village, and I managed to save your life, you won't last long."

"Before that, finding the Chaldea Master and signing a contract with him is of paramount importance!"

“I know, but where am I supposed to find them?” Arash said, without mentioning that he was currently unable to move. Although moving was extremely difficult, as long as he could move, that was enough!

“I don’t know, go find it yourself,” Osmandis said. “I only have one clue: the Temple of Azrael, the holy site of the Old Man of the Mountain and the Hassans, located in a secluded valley further out from a place called the Eastern Village.”

"The Temple of Azrael?"

“That’s right. The other day, I… no, I should say DIO was assassinated by that person. It was because of this that my Spirit Origin was momentarily confused, which allowed me to escape and appear here. Otherwise, I, who helped you, would be unable to do anything more.” Osmandis closed his eyes and said, “To defeat DIO, the power of that Assassin is indispensable. If Chaldea can find out relevant information, they will also go there to look for opportunities.”

Chapter 1222 Summoning of Heroic Spirits

"This must be it..."

A figure wearing a hood appeared in the endless wilderness.

The height is 187cm.

As she walked, her cloak billowed slightly amidst the dust, revealing strands of silvery-white hair.

It was a young male.

He was one of the Knights of the Round Table, and his name was Bedivere.

Legend has it that he was one of the knights who survived King Arthur's final battle, the Battle of Camlann. King Arthur entrusted Bedivere with throwing his holy sword, Excalibur, into the lake, and he didn't actually throw the sword away until the third time.

but--

This is a legend; the real him differs slightly from the legend. The difference is...

He didn't throw away the sword even on the third attempt; King Arthur, who hadn't faced death, wandered the wilderness with the holy spear in hand...

He transformed from King Arthur into the Lion King.

Bedivere realized this after King Arthur had disappeared. He had survived for a thousand years thanks to the power of the Holy Sword, all for the sake of returning the Holy Sword to the king.

He wandered around for a long time, and somehow ended up in the Starry Sea. He had turned into stone in the secluded abode of Merlin, the Flower Magician, until he was awakened by Merlin... He should have come here long ago, to this singularity.

but...

Things have gone a little wrong.

“Even if you go there now, it will only lead to your death. You won’t even have a chance to hand the Holy Sword to that Lion King.” The Flower Magician said, “Wait. Isn’t that what you do best? You’ve waited for a thousand years. Wait a little longer. When the Chaldea people reach that singularity, that will be your chance.”

“Artoria, she has become an enemy of humanity, not like before. Before, although she had become a goddess, she was still thinking about the future of humanity. Now it's different. Agravure didn't realize that the injuries on Artoria's body are fake. She just fell into a deep sleep under the power of that fake Osmandis, and her spirit origin was modified in the process.”

"You want to turn the tables at the crucial moment, so... you're the key." Merlin's tone was filled with an uncomfortable smile, as if he were waiting for a drama to begin. But... he was already somewhat used to it. Merlin was just that kind of wicked person.

"The Holy Lance alone is not enough; you also need the Holy Sword. Once you hand the Holy Sword to Artoria, she will awaken from her goddess-like state and from that person's power, becoming the King Arthur you know. That will be the time to retaliate."

what...

That's right.

So it was destined to be this way.

I won't live to see that time, and I won't live to see King Arthur's counterattack.

His life was sustained by the Holy Sword, so he would die as soon as the Holy Sword returned to King Arthur's hands.

but--

At that time, King Arthur, wielding the Holy Sword and the Holy Lance, must have been at his peak. If Avalon could also be found... King Arthur would be able to unleash a glorious power he had never possessed in his lifetime.

At that time, even if that 'Ottomandis' wasn't...

"That man was not Osmandis. His real name was DIO. He had no surname; it was just DIO. That was his real name."

Even 'DIO' would surely fall to his king, and in that case, he would be willing to give his all—

He must find her and return the holy sword. This time... he must...

......

"Ready to go—"

"Magic status is good—"

"Peak magic power is 4—"

Listening to the voices of the staff in the control room, Dr. Roman said, "It's ready, Ritsuka, you can try summoning a Servant now!"

"Yes, I understand."

Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded, took a deep breath, and then extended her hand: "Announcement—"

This time, the special summon is Assassin.

Then, based on the characteristics of the summoned Assassin, choose which Chaldea Rider to summon.

Besides Mash, he can contract four Servants. If he contracts any more, he will run into a series of problems such as insufficient mana supply and stiffness in his movements.

The shield that Mashu had placed on the ground began to shine.

“Oh...this fluctuation...it looks like it will be a rather powerful Servant—” Dr. Roman’s face was practically pressed against the screen, his eyes wide as he waited for the Servant to be summoned from the other end.

"Did it work?!"

As he watched the Servant appear accompanied by a beam of light, Fujimaru Ritsuka truly felt a connection to the Command Seals on the back of his hand... He had summoned the Servant many times, probably hundreds of times.

So... although it was phrased as a question, he said it with certainty. He'd long since grown accustomed to summoning Servants after hundreds of attempts, and he already understood 'under what circumstances a Servant would actually be summoned.'

“Servant, Assassin obeys… Huh? Huh? Why you—?”

"Um... do you know her, senpai?" Mashu stared at the Assassin in front of her, feeling a sense of familiarity, as if she had seen him somewhere before.

"?" Fujimaru Ritsuka paused, looking at the Servant in front of her with a puzzled expression: "Um... do we know each other?"