Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

"What?!?!" xN's expression changed drastically for a moment, even among the people present, including Shining.

Even Gilgamesh had never heard of such an outrageous thing. The beast didn't just have two heads, but—three?!

Even if it's just one more, the numerical difference is enough to make Gilgamesh and Ozymandias, who are at the very top of the Heroic Spirits, change color and tremble in their hearts.

This time, things really exploded!

Meanwhile, the Masters, including Tokiomi Tohsaka, who had gradually come to understand what beasts were, turned pale with fright and fainted.

Three heads?

What the hell are you doing?! You're hopeless, just waiting to die!

Let whoever wants to save this world save it... Even if the original Holy Sword Wielder were to be resurrected, it would be impossible for anyone to save this world. This is a world that even a savior would despair over.

Solomon's reasoning was based on his status as a Grand Spirit Origin, which granted him a more acute perception of his corresponding destiny—the aura of beasts—allowing him to ascertain the existence of a third beast in this world. (In reality, there are four beasts including himself.)

If what this 'Solomon' says is true, then they will also have to face a potential third beast, whose identity and mythology they don't even know, let alone how to deal with it.

The idea of ​​"better safe than sorry" made the heroic spirits feel that life couldn't be any darker.

This is an even more despairing and oppressive lineup of opponents than many of the Heroic Spirits in the Greek Lostbelt who chose to run away when they heard they were about to face the Twelve Machine Gods.

Wait a minute—because of the Clairvoyant chatroom, even though he can't see anything now, Gilgamesh, who had never met Solomon but knew him very well, recognized the doctor's identity during the Seventh Singularity, but didn't say it explicitly.

At this moment, Gilgamesh had just realized something was wrong when he saw the self-proclaimed 'Solomon,' but he was still unable to make a judgment.

At this moment, his gaze lingered on this 'Solomon'... and his heart was filled with mixed emotions.

The Third Beast—! Could it be yourself, King Solomon?

Now that the all-knowing and all-powerful Star has been lost, even Gilgamesh cannot be sure whether the guy in front of him is the real Solomon.

However, judging from the sheer size of his aura and his appearance, he does indeed seem somewhat similar to that guy…

Regardless, Gilgamesh remained wary of this Heroic Spirit who claimed to be a Grand Servant but had somehow ended up in the enemy's ranks.

Perhaps it was just intuition, but even with Ozymandias's previous defection, Gilgamesh still felt that this Grand Caster was inexplicably strange.

Just as 'Solomon' was preparing to join forces with Gilgamesh and the others, at the same time...

Meanwhile, night gradually fell.

The enormous white dragon's form has remained unchanged since the battle ended.

Throughout this process, Fujino and Brunhilde stayed by her side without leaving for a moment, while also keeping an eye on Mordred, who was unwilling to leave and was also there without any intention to fight, as well as her Master Matou Kariya, who was desperately begging Mordred to leave.

Xiao Mo: "It's so noisy!!! Master... if you want to leave, go by yourself. I will absolutely not leave until I understand the relationship between me and this big guy. I'm staying here, I'm not going anywhere!! Until he wakes up!"

Kariya Matou was on the verge of a breakdown—Huh?!

Are you going to wait for this monster to wake up?

Instead of taking advantage of the fact that the other party is asleep and doesn't know what's wrong, why wait for it to wake up? Are you going to let it trample you to death?

We're on opposing teams!!! What is Mordred thinking?!

Chapter Seventy-Two: In the Name of the Hero Achilles! To the death, let the former prevail!

Just then, the sound of a helicopter rotor came from behind.

Above the sky—the country's homegrown military personnel finally arrived, albeit belatedly.

The Holy Grail War has reached such a point that it is now common knowledge.

The domineering laws of the night have disrupted the fundamental laws governing this world, rendering any attempt by the magic world to hide futile.

The mystery will no longer fade away just because it has been exposed. After all, the Night Walker's system is the ultimate idealism. Even if you dare not do anything, as long as your desire, obsession, and reason are strong enough, even just by thinking about it, you have the possibility of becoming a behemoth with the mass of the universe from an ordinary person.

Faced with this incomprehensible, monstrous growth pattern that completely disregards the law of conservation of energy.

The laws of the Moon World are far too fragile... They are already being deeply influenced by the principles of the Night.

This also allows ordinary people to capture images of the heroic spirits through satellite footage.

Such a colossal thing now stands in the heart of Tokyo. Not to mention that its very existence causes enormous damage to Tokyo and the country every second, the fear it instills in people makes them instinctively want to destroy this monster.

Those 'insects' who have witnessed its destructive power are all terrified and tremble at its dragon-like form in myths and legends. And the subconscious instinct of humans to face fear is almost always to kill the thing that poses a threat to them.

Even in fear, they may do many foolish things, failing to assess the strength of both sides and recklessly launching 'suicide attacks'.

Soon—missiles, tanks, and even fighter jets began to be deployed one by one, launching a comprehensive attack and bombardment on the area where Bai Long was located.

It is said that the country's big brother, the United States, provided a lot of military support, but those bombardments did not leave a single mark on the White Dragon.

Its expressiveness is even less than a Noble Phantasm that Gilgamesh casually throws out.

"Gulp... How is it possible—to be this powerful!"

"Aaaaaaah! A monster! This is an utterly invincible monster! No, he's a god!"

Those ordinary people who were piloting fighter jets were already mentally broken and began to doubt their lives when faced with the white dragon that was unharmed even after being bombarded by missiles.

Even the monsters that Ultraman defeats in tokusatsu shows aren't this outrageous!

Humanity has developed technology for thousands of years, creating powerful firepower that we are so proud of, yet it has done nothing against this mythical creature?!

The satellite images of those heroes who looked like they came out of mythology, the commotion they caused during battle—some of the attacks were similar, and at least they could still have some effect on this white dragon—how come they are completely useless when it comes to technological weapons?

I don't know if it worked for the little boy...

If such mythical creatures are completely immune to attacks from real-world technological products, ordinary people—especially those in high positions—are even more panicked at the thought of this outcome.

Mordred: "Damn it—! These bastards!"

Seeing these humans recklessly attacking the big guy, Mordred instantly unleashed her magic, terrifying crimson lightning crackling around her. Instinctively, she drew her sword, ready to unleash a beam of light to blast all the mosquitoes down from the sky.

However, before he could even make a move, someone else acted even faster.

Whoosh! Like a shooting star streaking across the sky.

A horse-drawn carriage, pulled swiftly from the distant horizon, approaching rapidly from afar.

A massive beam of light, like a meteor, swept across the sky, instantly blasting all the fighter jets apart.

"What?!!"

"Enemy attack—!! It's an enemy attack...!"

"So fast...it's impossible to track the target's movements at all."

Swift and dazzling—! In an instant, it swept across the sky, leaving the human armies on the ground feeling both despair and awe.

Then, a voice, filled with immense anger and overwhelming pressure, resounded from the heavens: "In the name of the great hero of ancient Greece—Achilles! I hereby declare—! No one shall take another step forward… or I will consider you my mortal enemies—!"

Although as a hero, especially a heroic spirit, it would be tarnishing to the name and honor of a hero to attack ordinary people who have no magic power and are not even from this world.

But Achilles couldn't care less about any of that at that moment...!

During the battle with the two kings that night, the bright, familiar aura of an old friend was immediately recognized by Achilles. Although he didn't recognize it at first because he had never seen the white dragon's appearance before, once he did, he didn't hesitate to bring Ilya with him all the way over.

I just arrived and saw a bunch of clueless mortals attacking my best friend!

Ah, how awful... In less than a few hundred years, has this land, this world, completely forgotten the true savior who brought happiness to the world, the hero who brought peace?

Whatever the reason, it is absolutely not a reason for them to take action against it.

Even though they didn't know his real name, it still couldn't quell Achilles's rage.

When she thought of the beautiful figure of the hero who had caused her a lifetime of guilt, the man who was the only one in her heart who could be called and deserved the name of 'great hero', there was no one in Greece who could compare to him.

In this extreme rage, even Achilles admitted that he was extremely hypocritical at this moment—completely biased towards the night.

After all—for him, the title of 'hero' was of little importance.

He had never repaid this man, owing him so much that it had become his only obsession and regret in his life. If he had any wishes to express in response to the Holy Grail War, he would say so.

'I want to fight alongside that man once, I want to—follow that light, and fight for it once.'

No matter what the other party's goal is, even if it leads to the abyss of demonic cultivation, we will not hesitate. This time, we must not let them bear all the evil alone.

If that man still wants to transform into an absolute evil demon king who threatens the world and leads humanity into the future, then—he must also abandon the glory of the Holy Lance and fall into darkness!

With such a firm resolve, the angry voice contained a powerful will that shook heaven and earth, echoing continuously in the night sky.

At that moment, countless ordinary people heard the hero announce his arrival by knocking on the door.

They were all stunned and speechless for a moment...

'Achilles?!'

'Achilles, the great hero of ancient Greek mythology?!'

How can it be?!

Myths have truly come true! Now even the famous heroes from those ancient myths that were popular throughout Europe and known to almost every three-year-old have descended upon us?

Even in Tokyo, he is a hero with considerable fame, the swift-footed lancer who defeated the Demon King, and one of the legendary saviors!

Hundreds of years have passed since the era of Greek mythology! A sense of horror and chill suddenly ran through countless people. How could this be?! Ancient people—no, ancient mythological heroes—have been resurrected?

Chapter 73 Yulin: The Underworld Goddess (Friend) you mentioned, you're not yourself, are you?

Myths are true—it turns out that none of them were products of human imagination.

At this moment, materialism seemed to have completely collapsed.

First, a creature resembling a dragon from legend and myth appeared, and now a man claiming to be 'Achilles,' the hero from ancient mythology, has appeared, offering protection to the white dragon!

For a moment, the armies on the ground were trembling with fear, looking at each other in bewilderment, not knowing what to do.

Their orders were to destroy the behemoth standing in Tokyo, but now even ancient mythological heroes have appeared to save its life.

That's Achilles! A demigod with divine blood flowing through his veins, and the strongest among the heroes of that era, hailed as the savior of the world. The description of his final battle in the mythology suggests that they might be facing a god himself.

How could a mortal possibly defeat a god?

Didn't you see the clear night sky, the pitch-black starry sky with nothing but stars and the glittering Pegasus chariot?

Even if we pick up the fighter jets, there's absolutely no way to stop it...

So, without any new orders from above, the soldiers came down in fear and hesitation.

Even the most elite and fearless warriors can tell that going up now is just suicide.

What could they do against Achilles, who possessed such immense power?

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