Who is not a warrior these days?

Chapter 553 Powerful Being from the Outer Void, What Exactly Are You Stirring Up!
"Alien Gods... Planetary Vanguards... The Nine Planets UO... The Second Chaldea 'Chaldeas' created by your old director... and a whole host of other monsters and demons, tsk tsk tsk, to be honest, you have a lot of enemies."

"In comparison, those seven beasts of reason who have been constantly outwitting you are actually more adorable," Wang Li said, stroking her chin.

"Ritsuka-san."

"Here!" Upon hearing Wang Li's call, Ritsuka jumped up in surprise, almost straightening her beautiful side ponytail.

"Given the complicated and intertwined connections between you and the Seven Beasts, if FGO were to reveal one day that you are also one of the Seven Beasts, I really wouldn't be surprised at all..." Wang Li patted the strongest Master in the history of the Type-Moon multiverse with her right hand, and couldn't help but let out a soft snort.

Given Type-Moon's frantic box-building practices over the past few years, no one knows how far this world will go in the future.

"Huh???" Ritsuka opened her mouth, a thousand words stuck in her throat.

The next moment, as Wang Li forcibly opened the box for a group of enemies from Chaldea, countless questions churned violently in her mind like boiling bubbles, eager to be asked.

However, just as the first syllable was about to escape her lips and teeth, a gentle yet irresistible force enveloped her entire body like warm, viscous seawater.

All of Ritsuka's unspoken words were forcefully shut down, preventing even a single sound from escaping.

Immediately, that familiar, subconsciously reassuring radiance of spiritual transfer suddenly shone brightly, engulfing her, Mash, and all the Servants present.

My vision was covered by pure white, and my senses were stretched and distorted in an instant, as if I were passing through a narrow tunnel made of light.

Just before the light completely enveloped her vision, she seemed to catch something out of the corner of her eye.

Wang Li's figure, standing atop the scorched earth, appeared in that space-time that had been forcibly stripped from the fabric of the world, presenting a strange sense of "emptiness."

His spirit body became even more ethereal and transparent, like a lingering shadow about to dissipate into nothingness, or a holographic projection with a poor signal, flickering and possibly annihilated at any moment.

The light dissipated.

The figures of the Chaldea members completely disappeared from the coordinates of the original Fifth Lostbelt, a place that had been emptied of all matter, energy, and even the very foundation of existence.

They left no trace, no lingering presence, as if they had never set foot on this land.

Only that absolute, conceptual "nothingness" coldly proves that a world called "Olympus, the Interstellar City Mountain Range" once existed here.

"Honestly, can't they even let me finish what I'm saying?"

Wang Li shook her head.

His temporary spirit foundation, on the verge of collapse and covered with fine cracks like those on ancient porcelain, stubbornly maintained its last glimmer of existence, like a candle flickering in the wind, yet refusing to be extinguished.

At this moment, his consciousness had completely sunk into that "other-dimensional space" that was entirely constructed by the laws of his own microcosm and was independent of all external spacetime dimensions.

Here, he is the absolute master in concept, the sole cornerstone and pointer in dimensional sense.

Within the vast and boundless boundary of this other-dimensional space defined by pure laws, the newly forcibly incorporated "Olympus Lostbelt" is like an amber specimen carefully sealed and suspended in the void by an invisible force. The flow of time within it has been forcibly suppressed to near absolute stillness.

The scorched and shattered earth, the collapsed and broken mountains, the crumbling and decaying temples with colossal pillars, the dried-up ocean exuding a salty and deathly aura, and the starry sky, though illusory, still maintaining its fixed arrangement and radiating a cold glow...

Everything, from the macroscopic to the microscopic, from matter to energy and information, was perfectly frozen in the instant it was taken in, maintaining that ultimate stillness on the verge of death and the eerie "completeness" after glorious decay.

It is like a huge, broken, yet tragic work of art containing all the secrets of a certain era, permanently frozen at the critical point between destruction and existence.

In the core area of ​​this "deadly sand table," a particularly conspicuous "being," exuding a different yet equally unsettling aura, stubbornly proves that it is not an inanimate object.

It was not completely frozen by the absolute stillness of the other-dimensional space, because its inherent status and original qualities had already transcended the constraints of ordinary spacetime laws.

Even after being passively incorporated into this absolutely controlled airspace, they still instinctively and weakly resist the complete "taming" and information coverage of space itself.

It was a distorted phantom formed by the forced convergence and fusion of countless tiny mechanical fragments that constantly burst forth with dazzling lightning and a large number of dim divine sparks that seemed to be about to be completely extinguished at any moment. It was incomplete but still stubbornly maintained a certain giant outline.

This is none other than the Omnipotent Zeus, the super-combined form of the Twelve Machine Gods who once ruled the interstellar cities and boasted of his omnipotence!

The aggregate and the remnants of the powerful machine god that survived Wang Li's almost dimensional-reducing "Athena's Lament" are still alive.

At its core, deepest level, a tiny, incredibly tenacious flame of will still burns and leaps wildly.

It exudes an intense, almost tangible, blend of extreme resentment, the humiliation and anger of being ruthlessly trampled upon, and the final majesty that belongs to Zeus, the king of the gods, which he would never relinquish even on the verge of utter annihilation!
Seemingly sensing Wang Li's reappearance, Zeus's remaining flame of will burned even more intensely, as if it had been doused with high-energy fuel.

A more unstable force, even forcibly concentrating its "attention," struggled through its own endless pain and chaos, and was thrown headlong towards Wang Li.

Wang Li, with a leisurely air, looked at Zeus, who was still struggling and trying to maintain the last shred of his divine dignity, and spoke slowly:

"So, what does the King of the Olympians think of appearing in my fairly spacious private collection room in this way?"

This sarcastic remark was like igniting the final fuse.

"boom!"

Zeus's mechanical body, forcibly formed from remnants and obsession, began to fluctuate violently like never before, as if a thunderstorm of billions of volts was raging wildly inside, yet had nowhere to vent.

The remaining, already chaotic will was no longer fragmented pieces, but rather squeezed out its last bit of power, coalescing into a roar mixed with thunder.

The ear-piercing friction of Zeus's mechanical structure on the verge of disintegration, and the endless roar of resentment, his will like a tangible shockwave, exploded in this silent other-dimensional space!

"What exactly are you doing, powerful being from the outer void?!"

(End of this chapter)