I'll kill you after I finish this game!

Now, as the second "creation" is initiated, his soul cries out in anguish, but he ignores it.

I cannot die, I absolutely cannot die, and I absolutely cannot lose!

call out---!

Faced with the Holy Grail's profound awareness, the Black Knight indifferently raised his steel fist and charged head-on towards Valyria.

"but......"

That happened in the instant before their intense clash of ultimate techniques. Makina, fearlessly charging towards the Holy Grail, met Valyria's gaze and spoke indifferently to him:

"I don't intend to contradict myself like before, and I certainly don't want to be like you."

"ah---!"

Upon hearing this, Valyria's expression twisted completely; Makina's words pierced his chest and his soul more deeply than anything else.

Perhaps the real fatal flaw is that phrase.

So he became enraged, unable to control his anger any longer, and unleashed his ultimate technique against the Black Knight:

"【GoldenSchwanLohengrin (Fly, you phantom golden white bird knight!)】"

boom---!!!

The golden holy spear transformed into a swift, flowing golden torrent, its chilling, sharp aura shooting towards Makina.

Witnessing the holy spear shoot out once again, all the spectators still felt their eyes swell and ache. The dazzling golden aura on the holy spear was so terrifying that it terrified them and shattered their souls.

This spear is a genuine god-slaying spear, a relic of the golden beast Reinhardt—no, you could say it's a divine artifact.

The most divine and sacred gun is so powerful that even the multiverse itself is as fragile as paper before it, easily pierced through.

Valyria Trifa firmly believed that the brilliance of the gold was absolute, but her heart was filled with contradictions.

But the black knight, locked onto by the golden light, remained as composed as ever, and in an instant delivered the verdict of defeat, saying:

"Overconfidence, coupled with the opposite weakness, is the reason for your failure."

Valyria believed that the power she gained as a proxy for the Gold was unparalleled, but she underestimated the profound reason for becoming such a powerful force: the unwavering belief that 'she herself is the only truth'.

The Holy Grail is distorted; he lacks this firm conviction of self, since his wish is to transform into someone else.

As a traitor and someone who borrows the power of the "Master," his actions are naturally distorted.

With the help of Reinhard Heydrich, seal off Reinhard Heydrich.

If one harbors such contradictory desires, one must, while maximizing recognition of the object, simultaneously downplay it in certain aspects.

Originally, since there is no self-reliance to support victory, namely one's own body, one must equally trust the enemy's strength and weakness, which is a contradiction.

While desperately craving power, he didn't cultivate it through his own efforts, so he had to resort to transforming into other people.

This weakness reveals the limits of Valyria Trifa, the man.

He is a gilded one, he will never become gold.

The clown's life, walking this twisted holy path, has nothing that can be called real.

"Whoosh—!"

It was astonishing, or perhaps unsurprising, or simply a recurrence of the previous situation.

Amidst the stunned gazes of countless onlookers, in a slow-motion perspective from a boundary line faster than light, the Black Knight charged headlong into the terrifying golden holy spear without flinching. However, just as the spear was about to pierce the Black Knight's head, the spearhead suddenly veered off course and flew away, missing its target entirely.

boom! ! !

At the same time, the Black Knight's final iron fist, burning with purplish-black death flames and carrying irreversible deathly power, slammed directly into Valyria's chest.

"Ugh..."

Valyria's face turned pale instantly, his once bright golden eyes became empty, and his upright posture instantly lost its golden aura.

As if transformed into a weak and powerless mortal, he staggered backward.

In the inevitable moment of death, for Valyria, this instant was like a revolving lantern, his humble and stale life flashing through his mind.

Is that so? Or is it really so?

I hope I won't lose anyone else, and I will continue to save everyone.

However, the true Holy Communion chalice is the destructive king who reigns over heaven and earth.

One's own desires are also a manifestation of the day of wrath that the other party expects.

Lisa, and countless drops of love that fell from her own hands.

The more I want to save someone, the more I end up destroying them with my own hands.

My love is about to be shattered.

"Theresia... Theresia..."

The Holy Grail, or rather Valyria, was about to fall, and countless densely packed skeletal hands appeared beneath his feet, as if to drag him into hell.

But what those skeletal hands were trying to drag away was not the Holy Communion, but the tiny soul that had fallen from the Holy Communion, the body of God.

The soul that appeared before Himuro Reia and countless viewers, which had detached from the body of the Holy Communion, was just a thin and ordinary-looking man with bloody tears streaming from his eyes, yet still murmuring Himuro Reia's name.

This is the true nature of Valyria Trifa's soul within the body of the Holy Communion Cup; it is not some dazzling soul.

It is merely a mortal soul, a product of obsession, madness, love, dreams, and so on, only slightly stronger than the soul of an ordinary person.

"I have never regretted it. No matter how many times I could start over, I would still be myself. I never ask to be saved, but..."

At this moment, Valyria's soul was about to be dragged back to the Demon Castle. In his dying moments, there was no regret or confusion. In this final instant, his soul's eyes were filled with love and sorrow as he reached out his hand to Himuro Reia on the rooftop, saying:

“My beloved daughter, Theresa... I love you... I want to save you, I want to... save... the children..."

"Priest!!!"

As Himuro Rei watched his final moments, she too wept and reached out her hand, wanting to grasp him, wanting to hold him back.

Only now did she realize that the priest... Valyria's love was something so real and precious.

The girl, however, rejected him out of fear.

What she feared was merely the golden garment worn by the soul that loved her.

For Valyria, she wanted to reciprocate his love, a love so heavy it was suffocating.

However, everything is late.

When Valyrian soul completely separated from the body of the god and was dragged into the demon castle, everything began to unfold, beginning with the curtain falling on what is known as the finale.

Buzzing! ...

The audience's perspective shifted, and in reality, starting from the private Tsukinosawa Academy, a dazzling golden array unfolded and spread out.

Within the parallel phase node, the soulless divine body transformed into a golden pillar of light that shot straight into the sky, breaking through the phase universe, breaking through the real universe, and returning to the golden alternate dimension that deviated from reality.

Fujii Ren, who was fighting Schreiber, and the other person stopped involuntarily. The golden pillar of light that shot straight into the sky from the school was too terrifying in its divine power.

Moreover, that golden pillar of light seemed to be connected to some terrifying, supermassive object, causing Fujii Ren to feel a tremor in his soul.

The moment the Holy Grail was destroyed by the Black Knight, the true gold finally descended.

The audience's perspective shifted to that golden magical realm, the magical city of Valhalla.

Propping his cheek to the side, he lazily looked up at Reinhardt, whose two domineering pillars were clashing violently. He slowly lowered his head, squinted his eyes, and looked down at the chessboard in front of him, or rather, at the shattered monk pieces.

He sat on his throne, a melancholy smile on his handsome, flawless face, and said:

"You've worked hard, Holy Communion. You will live on forever within me and continue to atone for your sins. There's no need to be so pessimistic."

He loves everything and will devour and destroy everything until he finds something that cannot be destroyed.

Now, his desires can be fulfilled, and his wish can flow out into the world.

Even though there is still a sense of familiarity, the heart is excited, invigorated, and passionate. If you want to love, then love endlessly until the very end!

"The moment has finally arrived... Let me display my unique domineering power!"

Reinhard Heydrich's smile deepened as he looked up again at the two domineering pillars fighting in the distance, about to be separated from the priests, and declared in a fervent tone: "Karl, Gray, the moment for us to transcend our preconceived notions has arrived!!!"

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!

The golden demon city, swaying, roaring, melting, and boiling, now reveals its fanaticism and ferocity.

Its true nature is a terrifying hell where the souls of over a million, a hundred million, a trillion, a gigantic number of dead warriors are superimposed.

In the vast, golden universe, endless war slaves roared and shouted with unparalleled fervor.

Reinhardt is the embodiment of war.

Those who paint the world's sorrows in pools of blood and chaos.

Now, let us welcome the supreme gold back to its homeland!

"【DieserMannwohnteindenGruften,undniemandkonnteihmkeinemehr (In the tomb of the male, various people, various locks)】"

In the real universe, atop the rooftop of the private Moonlit Academy, the Crimson Knight Eluneore wore a fervent smile as she gazed up at the supreme golden sky. With a sincere and passionate tone, she began to chant aloud:

"【nichtsogarmiteinerKatte,binden (All things, none can be held fast)】"

The Red Knight prayed silently.

To celebrate the moment that the Absolute Lord, who has given her all, has longed for.

boom----!

"Ahem——!"

Fujii Ren let out a soft cry of pain as the White Knight Schreiber seized the moment when she was distracted by the golden beam of light and blasted her to the other side of the earth.

Then, seizing this opening, the ever-mad and cruel Schreiber, his face now filled with loyalty and fanaticism, chanted at the same high speed:

"【ErrisdieKattenauseinanderundbrachdieEisenaufseinenFusen (That one, the Lord of the Dead, who shatters chains, destroys shackles, and cries out in madness)】"

"【Niemandwarstarkgenug,umihnzuunterwerfen（悠悠世中，森罗万物，咸无抑彼人力）】"

The White Knight values ​​loyalty to his superior more than his inner madness and bloodlust, and will stop fighting for the sake of his master who has also defeated him.

The Black Knight was no exception.

Because he was also a war slave bound in the city.

Makina, equally expressionless, gazed indifferently at the golden sky, then began a hymn-like chant, his voice low and deep: