I'll kill you after I finish this game!

At this moment, the fragility and insignificance of humanity are laid bare. Faced with weapons created solely for killing and destruction, humanity is annihilated before it can even put up a fight.

There is no pity, no mercy, and no hesitation.

Because this is war, a war where only if you die can I live.

Magic is mysterious and possesses power that is unimaginable to ordinary people. When extraordinary technology is combined with science and technology and applied to war, the effects it can unleash are even more astonishing.

On April 30, 1945, the Greater German Reich, having nearly destroyed most of the world's nations, also met its end.

However, unlike the history of normal timelines, the Germany in this main dimension nearly destroyed half the world.

They were originally in a position to win, but in the end, the Holy Lance Thirteen Knights appeared and annihilated them indiscriminately.

London, Moscow, Stalingrad, Paris, Tokyo, Rome...

Like monsters defying common sense, they wreaked havoc and reaped human souls in these important cities.

With their extraordinary strength, capable of single-handedly destroying enemy armies, they stormed into key enemy cities like a storm, devouring everything in their path.

Nothing could stop it; all that remained was ruins and a scene of utter devastation, along with countless intact or mutilated corpses.

Just as David and Sivira prophesied, though people tremble and await, the Judge will surely come, and all sounds will be severely punished and investigated!

This day will be etched in human history, for it was the most devastating catastrophe in human history.

And it was precisely because the Thirteen Knights of the Holy Lance ravaged the world indiscriminately that all the countries in the world that were hostile to Germany also went crazy and reckless.

What the imperial capital Berlin is now showing is men being shot, women and children being ravaged, and the dying end of a thousand-year-old empire.

A desolate, hellish scene—perhaps this truly befits the tragedy of the end of an era.

Unfortunately, this level of warfare is far too mild for an enemy that will destroy the world.

The souls of the innocent people burned by the flames of karma will grant the Thirteen Knights of the Holy Lance even greater power.

Those in power who controlled this war probably realized that it was unstoppable, so they went all out.

It's both pathetic and ridiculous; even Karl, who was secretly watching this war, probably wanted to offer a poem mocking them.

But that is meaningless, because what meaning does a life where everything in the world is within the expectations of the two snakes have?

Bored, weary, and numb, because they had already anticipated everything in their dreams, so whether they were awake or asleep was meaningless to Raiji and Mercury.

That's a boring and worthless story. If a play were made with them as the main characters in this world, they would probably think it was a terrible piece of work.

Neither of them should have stepped onto the stage, so they had no intention of stopping this brutal hellish war.

Gray and Carl glanced at the burning Berlin, then silently turned away, saying as if for the last time:

"May the souls of the tens of thousands of compatriots who shared the fate of this capital find peace. So, everyone, may you rest in peace. Farewell, the story here is almost over."

These words were given to Germany, and also to everyone around the world whose lives were consumed by war.

In the final battles of Berlin, which transformed it into a scorching hell, it was the children born there who were tasked with bestowing upon him the highest honors.

Dressed in military uniform, with dark red hair and a crimson sash covered in runes fluttering in the winds of war, Eluneore, her face half-charred, proclaimed to her army:

"Attention all—This is a highly classified mission issued by His Excellency the Chief and Deputy Chief: to complete the final section of the alchemy array in this capital city as His Excellency the President passes away and conduct his funeral, offering all our compatriots as sacrifices!"

“Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church, Brandenburg Gate, Imperial Conference Room, Berlin Cathedral, Charlottenburg Palace, Victory Column, Bauhaus, Pergamon Museum.”

"Use your holy relics to devour these eight places completely, regardless of the order! Let them experience fear. We haven't lost this war; we're going to end it!"

"Let them realize the foolishness of overestimating themselves and opposing this country and us, and bestow upon them that humble victory!"

Regardless of whether the war was won or lost, everything Elunere did was for her lord, maximizing the interests of her side.

Although they had seemingly lost the war, it was only because they disdained to win. Elunere gazed mercilessly at the demonic superhuman army below, and continued her declaration in a cold, indifferent tone:

"Let the transmutation circle become a cursed symbol in their hearts, let this nightmare be forever etched into their minds, becoming an indelible mythical realm!"

“To reiterate, this is a special mission issued by His Excellency the Chief and Deputy Chief. Refusing to perform the ritual will be considered rebellion, and rebels will be executed. Therefore, you must keep this in mind if you wish to receive the Lord’s grace.”

Let's deliberately lose now, so those bastards think they've finally achieved a humiliating victory.

Therefore, kill everything within sight; mere enemies, even if millions are killed, are insignificant.

This is a matter of quality; there is no better sacrifice than for the people who should be protected and the friends who should be loved.

It is precisely because life is inalienable that it has value in being offered up.

It is because of love that destruction is necessary; the Golden One will forgive all sins! A salute to the children active in this war.

"Kill them! Exterminate them with love! Men, women, children, dogs, horses, donkeys, camels—offer all the living beings in this capital to the altar of human sacrifice and set the fire ablaze!"

The stigmata inscribed on Elunere's body were glowing; she had already dedicated her soul to Reinhard, and those present, whether allies or enemies, would also dedicate their souls to Reinhard.

Faced with soldiers who had begun to detach themselves from human common sense and transformed into Asura demons, she, as their commander, encouraged them to wreak havoc.

"Do not hesitate, fear no one. All evil, all sin, all chains cannot bind us, all taboos are meaningless!"

“It is our God, our Lord, who has led us here. We hold swords in our hands, to carry out only the Lord’s will.”

"Do not fear, do not be terrified, do not doubt, we are knights! We are the legion of beasts, the gods will forgive you, I will forgive you, our lord will forgive all."

Elunere looked down proudly at the soldiers below and spoke in a solemn tone:

"In the name of Eluneore von Wittenberg, the ninth of the Thirteen Knights of the Holy Lance at the Black Round Table—I ask you, what is our honor—"

"【loyalty!】"

"【loyalty!】"

"【loyalty!】"

The soldiers, now transformed into demons, had long since abandoned any semblance of human morality and loudly proclaimed their honor.

As Eluneore said, they were merely the beast's minions, responsible for killing and devouring souls to offer to their lord.

A smile spread across Elunere's face as she continued loudly, "Our wish is—"

"【victory!】"

"【victory!】"

"【victory!】"

The soldiers responded to their commander's announcement with roars of fury, their eyes gleaming with a ferocious golden light.

Some people are losing themselves in the frenzy, completely infected by the golden light, and becoming slaves to war.

Elunere knew this truth, and so did the soldiers; no one would pity such a being.

Survival of the fittest, the strong prey on the weak, only the strong can receive the grace of destruction and become immortal heroic spirits.

Those beings that are transformed into war slaves are nothing more than degraded and weak creatures.

"Then, for now, let's endure this temporary defeat. This frustration and anger will all be transformed into the master's strength."

Elunere hated failure, but for Reinhardt's ultimate goal, she would do her utmost to carry out his orders. Looking down at the soldiers below, she made her final declaration:

"Come, brothers, the most superior race on earth, and also our brethren who are enemies of the world, let us cross the endless battlefields together and seek the blessing at the end!"

"On the day of wrath, the world will be reduced to ashes, just as David and Sivira foretold!"

"We are the minions of beasts, yearning for the end of this world. Let us go mad and riot! The battle will begin tonight, and it will not end here!"

Yes, they won't lose, because as long as they don't actually die, it's not a real defeat.

"Long live victory!"

"Long live victory!"

"Long live victory!"

The Shura soldiers stood at attention in perfect unison, loudly proclaiming their loyalty and fervor in their thirst for victory.

Then hundreds of thousands of soldiers spread out in Berlin at supersonic speeds like a tidal wave, intending to bury all living beings there, as well as all the enemy troops that attacked, and offer them to their lord!

Countless souls were guided to a golden city ten thousand meters above the ground by the swastika symbol that affected half the earth.

In that golden castle, which is the singularity of the fifth universe of the Supreme Heaven, the souls under Reinhard's command wailed and howled.

He, Truth, looked down at everything from the edge of the castle, and his appearance underwent a dramatic change over time.

Her long, golden hair danced in the wind. She wore a military overcoat and a golden sash covered with runes. Her golden eyes looked down at everything with compassion.

You can't sense any human presence or anything a human should have on him; beneath his handsome, demonic exterior lies only a dazzling and ferocious bestiality.

But when those eyes, capable of piercing through thousands of miles, saw an old man in the heart of Berlin who had committed suicide by shooting himself, a barely perceptible hint of regret appeared in their gaze, and they murmured to themselves:

"As a defeated general, to commit suicide with dignity... let's just say it's a fine thing to do, Your Excellency."

This German leader deserves respect for everything he did for Germany, but perhaps to most countries in the world, he was an absolute war demon.

But in the eyes of the German people, he was a hero, and Reinhardt held him in the highest esteem and respect.

But Reinhardt, who had praised the other's dignity, suddenly changed the subject, his eyes revealing a look of boredom and regret, and said:

"But that's a really boring way to die. I can't feel any charm in you now. You're just a middle-aged man whose dreams have been shattered, who has fallen into despair and chooses death as an escape. In the end, you don't have the capacity of an ordinary person."

Reinhardt was feared because of his exceptional talent, and this Führer was one of them.

Because of his excessive abilities, he was seen as a dangerous individual. Reinhard then faked his assassination attempt to go into hiding.

Together with Karl and Gray, he established the Knights Order, ordering its members to fight on the front lines of war, annihilating and destroying enemies indiscriminately.

The war, which has affected most of the world, has now reached its climax and is also coming to an end in Berlin.

"A thousand-year empire is but a fleeting dream... My men are now offering sacrifices to those who died for it."

Reinhardt gazed upon the flames of war across the world, and at that moment, a sliver of human joy stirred within him. A longing smile appeared on his face as he said, "Sooner or later, Your Excellency and the Chancellor of Propaganda will follow you in death, won't they? Unable to die in battle, they will probably choose to commit suicide by poison."

Moreover, it is something to be proud of. With the strength of one country, it fought against most of the world and almost destroyed most of the world, leaving other countries severely weakened and unable to fully recover.

Even if the enemy were to win, none of the Thirteen Knights of the Holy Lance would let them feel the joy of victory, only the relief of surviving a catastrophe.

That's why it's called a humble victory bestowed upon these guys, because Reinhardt was no longer satisfied with this level of warfare.

The temporary forbearance was merely a prelude to accumulating strength for an even larger war.

"The Thirteen Knights of the Holy Lance, the Black Round Table that I lead will not be destroyed in this war. Although I have no intention of inheriting your will, it seems that Hell will be a little saturated after this great battle. If you find the queue boring, please enjoy the show over there."

He paused here, then smiled as he gazed at the Führer's dead body, and continued softly:

"Watch the man you fear and ostracize destroy everything."

Presumably the Führer will feel regret, but not particularly annoyed, because the superiority of the Aryan race that the other side promoted will ultimately be proven by Reinhard.