In Type-Moon, it all starts with adopting Sakura.

He valued his lord's safety more than a glorious death in accordance with his own will. A knight's honor was more precious than life itself, but it was worthless compared to the life of the lord he was meant to protect. A knight's purpose is to protect; if one cannot even protect the one they wish to protect, what kind of knight is that?

So even if it earned him a reputation for desertion and injustice, and even if the Conqueror King would hold a grudge afterward, Finn still chose to prioritize Kenneth's life in this final moment of crisis, sparing no effort to protect his lord's safety.

"What exactly is this...?"

Seeing Finn's solemn expression, Ptolemy couldn't help but look puzzled, feeling confused about the current situation.

However, Finn had no time to explain to him at this moment. He leaped to Ptolemy's side, seized control of the Divine Wheel from him, and then rapidly lifted the chariot into the air, leading them away from the battlefield at top speed.

“Desertification was not my intention, I apologize. But I have to do this now to protect my lord and the Conqueror King Master,” Finn said with a heavy heart.

"...I see. Then I entrust the King's Master to your protection, warrior."

Although puzzled, Ptolemy was not angry or mocked by Finn's desertion. He looked at Finn's earnest and anxious eyes, and then glanced at the rapidly changing formation below.

Under Iskandar's leadership, the legendary invincible Macedonian phalanx was once again recreated, with the magnificent scene of the hero king in the center being surrounded from all sides.

Ptolemy then smiled slightly, and solemnly nodded, entrusting the arduous task of protecting the Conqueror King, Master, to Finn. Immediately afterward, the white-haired youth, spear in hand, leaped directly from the divine chariot, joining the invincible army in this conquest alongside his reckless yet undefeated king.

Although it was only a brief encounter, Ptolemy was able to realize that Finn had clearly seen through something, and since this hero, who ranked at the pinnacle of Celtic mythology, could conclude that the battle was lost before it even began, he could also sense how bad things were going to get.

Although we don't know what exactly the Hero King used to make Finn, despite having such a powerful army behind him, choose to retreat, this battle might really end in defeat, just as he said...

But so what?

These so-called heroic spirits are nothing more than a group of dead souls who no longer belong to this era. Now, they have awakened from their slumber by hearing that resounding call once again, and are able to once again step onto this yellow sand battlefield filled with countless blood and memories, and reunite with their comrades who fought alongside them in the past...

This was already the greatest fortune of their lives. So what did it matter if death awaited them? As long as they could continue to follow that king and personally embark on the road to the endless sea, even death was their own choice.

He had been troubled by being entrusted with an important task by the king, which prevented him from joining this grand expedition. Now, Finn's timely intervention undoubtedly gave him the opportunity to fulfill his dream.

Thus, at this moment, facing the crimson gale powerful enough to tear the heavens and earth apart, the countless heroic spirits around them showed no fear. They continued to stride forward toward their target and their enemy.

March on, march on, keep marching until we conquer them!

Even if their bodies were buried by the yellow sand, even if they died on this battlefield, they would still have no regrets.

Because this is what they have been pursuing their entire lives, that is—

The true essence of the path to conquest!

……

"kill--!!"

"kill--!!!"

As the army drew closer, the sounds of battle intensified.

With swords clashing and horses galloping, their might was as fierce as a tiger swallowing ten thousand miles; their terrifying aura made heaven and earth tremble!

'Huh? The offensive lineup has changed...'

'Has this a sign of impending danger?'

'Not bad, you mongrels. But it's meaningless; with the next blow, everything you've done will be in vain!'

Watching the dramatic changes taking place in the army formation ahead, Gilgamesh, holding a strange red sword, smiled slightly. He then slowly raised the crimson sword in his hand and aimed it directly at the vast army that was still advancing relentlessly.

"Then let this strike serve as a farewell ceremony."

As soon as he finished speaking, a crimson light spread out completely. Then, the three crimson cylindrical blades on the top of the golden hilt began to slowly rotate, and a crimson gale powerful enough to tear the heavens and earth enveloped his body.

At this moment, Gilgamesh's body slowly floated into the sky.

At the very center of the crimson gale, three different patterns representing the heavens, the earth, and the underworld flickered, connecting with each other to form the most terrifying and dazzling crimson light.

"Narrative of the Origin"

At the beginning of creation, even nothingness offered its blessing.

As he softly chanted the incantation, the three sword blades held tightly in Gilgamesh's palm began to rotate slightly. Then, crimson gale began to compress continuously at the tip of the sword, and the terrifying power that condensed caused the entire Reality Barrier to tremble slightly. The piercing howl of the wind resounded in everyone's ears.

In an instant, the world changed drastically.

"This, this is...?!"

Sensing the drastic changes occurring within the bounded field, Iskandar suddenly realized that something was wrong.

However, by the time they realized it, it was already too late.

"Tear the world apart with my Ecstasy Sword—!"

Surrounding the cradle of stars, the celestial hell is the end of creation!

—Boom!!

Gilgamesh stood in the sky, looking down at the approaching army, his eyes still devoid of joy or sorrow.

Then, the gale from the eve of creation began to rage relentlessly in the sky. Its terrifying power, even just the aftershocks before the release of the Noble Phantasm, was enough to stir up a violent sandstorm in the mental world constructed by Iskandar. The crimson lightning surrounding him also pressed down on the army below with a world-destroying aura. The extreme pressure from the beginning of creation made Iskandar almost unable to breathe.

Looking up at the sky, he saw the end of the eve of creation gradually reflected in his eyes, and he knew that this was a moment of tranquility before destruction.

"Let your death settle everything!"

"(The Star That Created the World) Enuma—Elish!!"

Gilgamesh shouted and slammed his arm down hard, then released his grip.

Rumble—!!!

The sky is howling, and the earth is roaring.

A massive beam of magical energy, accompanied by the crimson gale from the eve of creation, swept down, condensing divine laws powerful enough to tear the world apart and create chaos. Its unparalleled power was unleashed in this instant.

In a daze, the sound of fierce winds filled the ears of every warrior, and the swirling sand and dust, along with the cracks in the world, were like a gaping maw of an abyss, relentlessly swallowing up countless armies.

That awe-inspiring scene from the beginning of time, when chaos separated, was etched into everyone's minds at that moment, becoming the last sight they would ever see.

In mid-air, Gilgamesh swung Ea down directly, but he didn't point the weapon at anyone.

Or rather, he no longer needed to specifically lock onto or aim at any target. The light emanating from the Divergent Sword annihilated far more than just humans or gods—simple targets—and it was certainly not limited to any particular enemy.

Just like countless years ago when it first appeared in the hands of the gods, this time the target that the Sword of Divergence seeks to destroy and open up is still this world.

A crimson beam of light, accompanied by an incredibly powerful primordial gale, struck the yellow sand world with unwavering force. The instant the sword of discord fell, the scene resembled the end of the world. The entire world was torn apart, and countless sands began to collapse, tearing open a gaping abyss that pierced through the entire world. Under the pressure of the wind, it instantly swallowed all the warhorses and armies, before the light, imbued with the power of creation, annihilated them all.

At this moment, the battle situation completely reversed, and the king's army suffered a crushing defeat.

"My lord, be careful!!"

Facing this earth-shattering crimson gale, Finn, who had taken off ahead of time, gripped the reins tightly, maneuvering the divine bull away from the area covered by the end of creation, and trying his best to withstand the terrifying impact that would destroy the world.

"What on earth is this thing?!"

Having witnessed firsthand the terrifying scene in Sumerian mythology where the Mesopotamian gods created the world and separated the stars, Kenneth's worldview began to crumble.

Initially, he thought his Finn Noble Phantasm and strength were already outrageous enough, but Iskandar's army was even more formidable. For a moment, he even believed that the King of Conquerors was the most powerful Servant in this Holy Grail War. But then...

Gilgamesh's Noble Phantasm shattered his worldview.

This power cannot be described simply by the word "noble artifact"; it is clearly the reappearance of a god!

For a moment, Kenneth was in a state of near frantic disorientation. He was completely stunned by the horrific scene, and even began to wonder which era he was living in!

And all of this happened just as Finn had predicted.

The outcome of this mythical battle was decided the moment the world-shaking sword appeared.

"Rider!!"

Gazing at the tall, red figure below, who, despite facing certain death, still drew his sword and bravely charged forward with Lancelot, Waver, atop the Divine Wheel, couldn't help but let out a fierce shout.

But at this moment, faced with such a terrifying scene from before creation, how could he possibly help Iskandar, who couldn't even take a single step? If it weren't for Finn's protection, he and Kenneth would probably have been crushed like those soldiers who were swallowed up by the world's rift.

Therefore, Weber knew that at this moment he could only stay here and could not help at all. In other words, not causing trouble for Iskandar was already doing his best.

—Splash splash splash splash.

"This is the Sea at the End of the World..."

On his beloved horse, gazing at the raging winds sweeping across the sky and the soldiers being swallowed up by the world, Iskandar, who was still charging forward, was momentarily lost in thought.

What he heard was no longer the raging wind that swept across the sky, but in a daze, he seemed to hear the sound of the sea, the sound of the sea that he had been searching for all his life.

“Rider…”

As if sensing something, or as if he had truly heard Waver's call, Iskandar on his warhorse turned his head to look at the Divine Wheel soaring through the sky.

Seeing that Finn had protected Webber and Kenneth for him, a calm smile appeared on his face.

"Thank you, Lancer. Please take good care of my ignorant little Master for me..."

"This time, I am going to conquer the endless sea once again."

"Arrrrrr——!!!"

Hearing an angry battle roar beside him, Iskandar snapped out of his daze and saw the Black Knight still charging alongside him.

Even though his condition was far worse than his own, with his severed magic causing his body to begin uncontrollably turning into spiritual particles, he still did not stop his offensive and continued to charge forward alongside Iskandar.

"You're still here... Berserker."

Seeing Lancelot beside him, Iskandar nodded slightly, then slowly said, "It seems you're not content with this ending either..."

"In that case, let's continue our charge! Let the King of Heroes witness our resolve!!"

With a final shout, Iskandar raised his sword and roared once more.

In the blink of an eye, the black warhorse beneath him seemed to understand, letting out a neigh as well. It then galloped at its fastest speed ever, leaping high into the air and, to Gilgamesh's somewhat surprised gaze, crossing the abyss and soaring over the canyon, galloping alone straight toward his location.

Just as he had done in his previous life, it once again transformed into a desolate bolt of lightning, crashing straight into the endless sea.

Yellow sand flies, and the call of a thousand troops echoes, reaching the heart's desire.

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14,000!!

I'm so amazing!!

Chapter Seventy-Nine: The Sound of the Sea Echoing at the End