Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Fortunately, he is a Dead Apostle, possessing six different hearts (with no restrictions on gender, identity, or age), which can be transferred to a new body after death, and the six lives can be replenished by killing.

Otherwise, I might become the unlucky one who gets eliminated on the first night of the Holy Grail War.

Interestingly, after he was killed, he found himself feeling a long-lost flutter of the heart.

Indeed, that indomitable and unwavering stance was quite beautiful, and he wanted to see that beauty destroyed and crumbled by something powerful!

He had originally planned to follow this beauty and savor her despair little by little.

However, when he woke up, all 80 permanent residents of Xueyuan City had disappeared, causing his tailing plan to fail prematurely.

With no other option, he had to settle for second best and blend into the Cherk tribe, waiting for this encounter at the end of his destiny.

Unexpectedly, the bond between them was overshadowed by some supernatural force midway through.

What a disappointment...

However, this was just right. Having lost his Master status, his hiding became incredibly convenient, even managing to deceive everyone.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to reach the final curtain in the face of these monsters that keep appearing one after another.

Jesta Caltorre looked down at the blood-stained, crystal-blue sphere in his palm, stood up from the sandpit, gracefully placed his hand on his chest in a salute, and then grinned, revealing a ferocious and twisted smile.

"Farewell, everyone, I'm going to pursue my grand dream..."

Immediately, he opened his jaw and swallowed the crystal blue sphere in his hand. Countless crystal fragments shot out from his body, and countless light patterns flashed and appeared.

Amidst this bizarre transformation, he spread his arms and retreated step by step, then tilted his body back and plunged into the rift leading to the abyss!

Oops!

Samael, who was fighting the giant spider, changed his expression upon seeing this. Hundreds of black feather swords shot out from the twelve snake-shaped wings behind him, severing the spreading tentacles time and time again and piercing through Jesta's chest.

However, the magazine-like halo on the man's chest also rotated, and his face and figure transformed into an old man, a young man, an alien, and a child. His broken flesh and blood were constantly reshaped and healed, tightly wrapping the crystal blue sphere as it fell.

Even though Samael exhausted the opponent's five stored lives in the blink of an eye, he still couldn't stop the crystal blue sphere from falling into the abyss.

"See you in hell, ahahahahaha!"

Jesta Caltorre's shattered body was broken into pieces, but the lingering, maddening echoes heralded the coming of the end.

The Dead Apostles, by their very nature, deny the existence of human history. They live by preying on humans; it is an instinct ingrained in their very being.

During their long cannibalistic existence, most of the Dead Apostles' minds had become twisted and insane, and Jesta Caltorre was one of them.

The reason he participated in this Holy Grail War was to awaken the legendary giant spider, Ort, and thoroughly cleanse this filthy world!

Now, everything has come to fruition!

As the giant spider Olt regained its heart, a violent tremor shook the ground, and the other half of its body, buried underground, broke through the soil, revealing the complete form of the apex creature.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The earth was collapsing, the sky was crumbling, and the entire city was transformed into a crystal-blue ocean. All laws and order were shattered by the rampant crystals growing everywhere. Several pairs of compound eyes stared intently at the figure in the sky with twelve serpentine wings on its back. An emotion called "anger" was surging and boiling within the monster's abdomen.

With lightning speed, its two forelimbs, covered in crystal-like spikes, stabbed Samael in front of it.

The ancient serpent took a deep breath, its twelve wings fluttering behind it, its vertical pupils splitting into cross-shaped patterns of light, and its raised right hand suddenly fell.

The deep, resonant words pierced through the howling wind and echoed clearly in the ears of the anxious spectators.

"Holy Spear, pull out the anchor!"

The next moment, beams of light, each ten thousand meters long, woven from golden lines, descended from the sky, like falling golden stars, crashing to the ground with overwhelming force.

The shattered void was filled with golden light, and the wildly growing crystal plants were crushed inch by inch. Even the shell of Ort began to show cracks.

The entire world that was taken away peeled away its crystallized surface, revealing once again its desolate yet true face after the nuclear explosion.

"Boom boom boom!"

The spearhead plunged straight down, pinning the immobile giant spider firmly to the ground with overwhelming force.

"Ether concentration decreased...10%...20%...40%...80%...and has now returned to the average level!"

"Target activity ceased, vital functions of various organs declined...15%...36%...74%...!"

“Anchoring benchmark value confirmed…75%…86%…92%…”

"The foundation for humanistic restoration is underway... 10%... 12%... 15%..."

Hearing the numbers rising and fluctuating in his ears, Samael, suspended in mid-air, breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, I had a backup plan before setting off.

The ancient snake looked down at the large spider below, pierced like a hedgehog and motionless, and couldn't help but secretly rejoice, marveling at its own wisdom.

Having been scammed so many times, he simply didn't believe that those lucky goddesses would end up in his bed.

Given that every mission always resulted in some kind of trouble, Samael had already mobilized all twelve Holy Lances, originally anchored around the world, to the area around Snowfield City before setting off, completely sealing it off.

In the event of unforeseen circumstances, these twelve holy lances will be the last line of defense.

It's worth noting that even the fully-formed Old Ma was pinned to the spot for three days and three nights by these holy lances, not to mention the giant spider Ort, who was beaten so badly by Old Ma that he couldn't take care of himself.

No matter what, this is Earth, his territory. Even a dragon that has crossed the river has to obediently coil up when it sees this local snake.

So the next step is to consider how to deal with this alien UO.

Given Ort's immortality, killing him is unlikely to solve the problem, so this is another issue that requires time and careful consideration.

Samael landed on the sandy area, regulating his breathing and clearing his mind, while sincerely admiring the slightly trembling communication spell before him.

"Sister Wang, Lily, well done!"

Meanwhile, in the Chaldea main control room where communications had been restored, the Lion King Artoria and the witch Morgan, who were in charge of controlling the twelve Holy Lances, smiled faintly upon hearing the melodious voice, and their physical and mental fatigue vanished instantly.

Of course, the work can't be done for free; according to the rules, attendance requires compensation...

Artoria and Morgan's eyes met unintentionally, and they both quickly turned their heads away to look elsewhere.

Clearly, the two sisters, who were of one mind, had the same idea.

But just as the two were figuring out how to avoid this awkward topic, their eyes inadvertently glanced at the screen.

Two very familiar figures walked towards the golden light that descended from the sky.

As if sensing something, the two raised their heads, revealing faces identical to Morgan and Artoria.

Wait, they are...

Morgan and Artoria looked bewildered and completely lost.

At this moment, the two who had stopped stood before the holy spear embedded in the ground and reached their hands into the golden light.

Samael looked up, and the two figures standing at the edge of the abyss, wielding the holy spear within its light, came to mind in astonishment.

Xiao Ai? Mysterious Girl X?

Before the ancient serpent could resolve its doubts, a sound like shattered glass suddenly echoed.

"Crack!"

Fine cracks rapidly spread upwards from the tip of the holy spear, and the two anchored golden pillars of light shattered instantly.

"Roar!"

The next moment, the giant spider that had been motionless on the ground suddenly opened its compound eyes, hissed softly, and the chaotic blue crystals on its back grew wildly, chiseling into the gaps in the cage and instantly shattering the entire barrier.

The alien life form at the pinnacle has completely broken free and is once again displaying its formidable power!

how come!

The sudden turn of events on the field left Samael in disbelief, his unfocused eyes inadvertently falling onto the sand.

An open light novel flips through its pages, revealing its prologue.

"In 2150 AD, an interstellar cruiser of unknown origin from another universe crashed on planet XXX. This impact not only wiped our race from history, but also brought a new batch of guests to this galaxy. Creatures produced by an unknown technology called 'magic' greatly changed the shape of this galaxy."

……

This also marks the beginning of a grand adventure spanning three universes, filled with all sorts of absurdities and wonders…

At the end of the title page is a note about the author of this book.

—S Ishtar

In an instant, a thunderclap exploded in Samael's mind, and scattered fragments emerged from the mist, connecting to form an incredible answer.

Since Snowfield City has become a special point isolated from the outside world, and even he has to go through a lot of trouble to enter, how could Estelle and the mysterious girl X, who are only at the level of ordinary Heroic Spirits, possibly enter from the outside world?

The answer is simple.

The so-called Servant Universe does not exist at all; it is merely a fictional concept created by Ereshkigal and Ishtar.

They were originally born in the Snowfield City, fictional heroic spirits born from a best-selling novel!

What summoned these two arrivals was not the Holy Grail, nor Chaldea, but the great spider, Ort!

The reason this highly intelligent being chose them was to summon the power to disintegrate the outer Holy Lance!

This refers to the Artoria element attached to the Holy Lance!

The giant spider used these to summon two keys that could help it break through the blockade of Snowfield City!

At the same time, as if to verify Samael's conjecture, the vacant-eyed Xiao Ai and the mysterious girl X leaned back and deliberately fell into the sea of ​​crystals.

In an instant, countless crystals grew wildly, and the remaining power of the Holy Lance could no longer form a barrier to isolate it.

"Boom!"

Camelot, the ideal city that claimed to never fall, is now shattered. The only pure land on the sandy land is about to be filled with ubiquitous alien crystals.

One by one, terrified lives were forced into a corner.

Chapter 83 The End of Civilization, Ragnarok

"I am the sword, I am the beast, I am thirst, I am hunger."

"I am the one who brings death." "I am the one who plays death."

‘I am death’ ‘I am death’ ‘die’ ‘die’ ‘die’!”

Meanwhile, emotionless cries filled the apocalyptic city.

The shouts, as if the world itself were a living entity, turned the streets black.

On the sand about to be swallowed by the crystals, Assassin's eyes widened in surprise, Fujimaru Tachibana's eyes shone, Mash seemed to remember something and called out to the surroundings, while Tiny gave instructions to the team of Cherk magicians with gestures and muttered to himself in a solemn voice.

"This line... could it be..."

In order to participate in the Holy Grail War and reclaim the land that her people had protected for generations, she had crammed a lot of knowledge about mythology and religion. The scene before her reminded her of a passage in a certain book of prophecy.

If we consider that voice as belonging to a mythological figure with similar anecdotes, a hypothesis will flash through our minds along this line of thought, revealing the answer.

"The embodiment of disaster"... "The forerunner of the apocalypse" - "The Knight of the Apocalypse"!

The surging fog spread from the edge of the city, transforming into four riders, each over a hundred feet tall, clad in full heavy armor, wielding long swords, and riding white, red, black, and gray horses respectively.

"Unveiling the seven seals, sounding the seven trumpets, the gates of heaven have been opened. We obey divine revelation, hereby proclaiming, hereby guiding, hereby defending!"

Four tall figures exuding an ominous aura gathered together, swiftly drew their longswords, held them upright in front of them, and bowed their heads respectfully and humbly to the figure in the sky with twelve serpentine wings on its back and turning the pages of a golden book.

Samael waved his hand lightly, and the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, who had been ordered to come, swept across the sand with a mist. The figures who were not qualified to step onto the final stage disappeared into the light mist and were guided to the dream of Kuangqiu Chun.

Immediately afterwards, the ancient serpent looked at the blank space on the clay tablet, its eyes flickered, and then wrote down a name heavily.

The shimmering runes peeled off the pages of the book, like interwoven threads, shooting off in a certain direction.

Immediately, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, shrouded in mist and smoke, like four hounds obeying their master's command, rode away on the wind.

A moment later, a petite girl with white hair and red eyes was brought to Samael.

The slender body struggled desperately in the knights' hands, much like a small rabbit pinned under the paws of hunting dogs.

"They actually called for backup, that's a foul! And it's four against one, that's so unfair!"

Francesca, whose life was tougher than a cockroach's, danced and shouted excitedly. In her excitement, her naked body was exposed.

Not only are the two key points barely visible, but even a single loophole is about to be exposed.

Samael's eyes twitched, and he glanced sideways.

Francesca noticed the subtle change in the other person's expression, her eyes darted around as if she had thought of something interesting, and her slender white fingertips slid across her lower abdomen before moving upwards in a flicking motion.

The few pieces of clothing hanging in front, already tattered, were torn apart one by one, revealing the girl's secret even more thoroughly.