Memorable scenes from various anime and manga crossovers: Starting with Emiya the Great Hero

"What a clever scheme! Since your arm has been severed, let's take this opportunity to find the Dream World through the resonance of the Saint Cloth."

The people from other worlds looked at the cold-faced El Cid with admiration. As expected of a big shot who didn't even cry out when his arm was severed, he was both brave and resourceful!

Then everyone looked at Phantasos with great pity. What kind of random things were you picking up? Now look what's happened, people have come to beat you up.

"This directly tears open space, allowing entry from the real world into the underworld. Is this really something a sword blade can do?"

This is no longer an object; it directly tore through space by 867 arcs. It can be considered a conceptual attack. As expected, the Gold Saints are all ridiculously strong.

Type-Moon Chaldea World

At this moment, Dr. Roman was extremely embarrassed. He wished he could disappear into a hole and quietly slip away, but was stopped by Leonardo da Vinci.

"Uh... Doctor, didn't you say with certainty that El Cid, with his missing arm, was no longer capable of fighting? How come he seems even stronger?"

Faced with Leonardo da Vinci's sarcasm, Dr. Roman had no way to express his bitterness. Who knew they would play by their own rules? Not only could they unleash sword energy even with a severed hand, but now they could even tear through space.

"What a handsome Capricorn!" Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't help but praise. "What a fine line: 'My blade is still here, even if it is taken away or broken.'"

Jujutsu Kaisen World

"Can space really be cut open?!" Gojo Satoru's face was full of surprise. He never expected that El Cid would enter the dream world in this way.

This is just how sharp this purely physical sword energy is; it can even tear through space... In that case, is my "no limits" a little unsafe?

"That's so cool!!" Itadori, a slightly chuunibyou (delusional) boy, had stars in his eyes.

The severed hand, like a sword without its sheath, reveals an even sharper blade, which is incredibly cool.

Saint Seiya World

"Could this be the Holy Sword! It even cleaved through space itself." At this moment, Capricorn Shura felt the gap between himself and El Cid.

He always believed that his holy sword was the strongest attack that no one could withstand, until he witnessed it with his own eyes and realized that his holy sword was far from meeting his expectations.

However, even with such power, El Cid still felt that his holy sword was not sharp enough, not a true holy sword, and even had the potential to go even further.

"Perhaps it is this mindset that makes El Cid keep getting stronger!"

Shura then realized that the two had never been on the same level from the beginning. So this was the former Capricorn El Cid? He was truly formidable, the only holy sword in the Sanctuary!

Chapter 386 Three Gods Remaining! Phantastos Dies...

El Cid found his location in the Dream World thanks to the resonance of his Saint Cloth, but Phantasos remained calm and confident that he could not be defeated by a Saint in the Dream World.

"This is the place in the dream world that manages people's dreams, an illusion... What do you want to do? Is there anyone you want to see? Everything will be done according to your wishes."

"A chilling illusion!"

As the voice faded, El Cid found that the entire dream world had changed, and he felt as if he were in the vast universe.

[Then he realized his own abnormality; the inner universe surrounding his severed arm instantly dissipated, and control over his body was taken away by his opponent.]

[Metathos arrived before El Cid in the blink of an eye. Unable to move, El Cid could only watch helplessly as the other extracted his soul, trapping him in a dream.]

"Is this the power of the gods? It's way too overpowered. With this kind of skill, even a Gold Saint would be defeated in a first encounter."

“Especially since dreams unfold the way we want, who would really want to leave a beautiful dream and return to cruel reality?”

Everyone gasped in shock at the sight. This move felt like a forced attack, instantly stripping them of control of their bodies, leaving them helplessly trapped in the dream, with no way to escape!

What is this? Forced sleep?! One is already so difficult to deal with, and there are still three left. How is El Cid supposed to fight them?!

[Phantasos, watching El Cid lost in his dream, was unaware of the gravity of the situation.]

What kind of desires are hidden behind that poker face?

Phantasos stared mockingly at the orb of light in his hand, eager to see what kind of beautiful dream lay hidden behind El Cid's cold face.

"What's going on?! There's nothing there..."

[Phantasos was utterly astonished, for she saw nothing in El Cid's dream; it was like a chaotic void, a place where nothing existed.]

[But in the deepest part of the dream, a golden flame was rising and burning, gradually coalescing into the shape of a sword.]

Then, from within the dream, came El Cid's utterly calm voice: "My so-called dream is to make my fist the ultimate sword; I have no other dream."

[Phantasos had never seen anyone like this in the world, and still couldn't believe what he was seeing: "How could this be? To uphold one's beliefs even in dreams?"]

In an instant, the holy sword in the dream cleaved through the dream world and entered the real world, then slashed down, piercing through Phantasos's body along with the dream itself.

"Ah—" Phantasos covered his face with his hands and screamed in pain. As he staggered backward, his skin shattered like glass, revealing a burly man with unkempt feet hidden beneath his beautiful skin.

El Cid looked at Phantasos with an indifferent expression, as if nothing had happened: "The mask has been peeled off too."

"El Cid truly lives up to his reputation as a straight man; all those messy desires only hinder my sword practice speed."

"Good heavens, you really have that stoic, unambitious face. You can have the title of Red A, you're truly born to be a swordsman!"

El Cid is truly ruthless. He dreams of practicing swordsmanship, and Phantasos simply went along with it, making his dream come true. In the end, he was betrayed by someone who defied reality... In other words, he dreams of killing you all.

Phantastos's abilities are indeed unbeatable, but unfortunately he encountered a being who pursued his ideals even in his dreams. Not only was he not deceived, but he was also able to use the holy sword he created in his dreams to fight back.

only……

"This is definitely a scam!!"

The people in other worlds felt their dreams shattered. Who would have thought that beneath that beautiful exterior was actually a man? Give me back my beautiful sister!

Type-Moon Fourth War World

Artoria looked at the cold-faced El Cid with amazement: "No wonder he kept saying that his holy sword was not finished. I didn't expect that the completed holy sword could actually break through the dream."

This was the first time she had ever seen someone who pursued their ideals even in their dreams, and who could unleash a sword aura even more powerful than Excalibur simply through physical strength.

The Conqueror King nodded in agreement, noting that such a man was indeed rare: "Truly an unforgettable belief."

El Cid's lifelong pursuit of perfection, his tireless practice day and night, finally paid off, and his hands were now honed to the highest level.

His arm did not sever souls or cleave space under any blessing, and no matter where he was, El Cid always firmly believed that the Holy Sword was with him.

Touching his shattered mask, Phantasos went berserk, his rage clouding his judgment, and he unleashed a torrent of punches at El Cid.

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However, in terms of physical combat, Phantasos is clearly inferior to El Cid; they are not even in the same league, and Phantasos was completely overwhelmed by El Cid with one hand.

El Cid delivered a powerful punch, sending Phantastos soaring into the sky, before looking at him with indifferent eyes.

Seeing that his attacks were ineffective, the utterly crazed Phantasos's face twisted in agony: "Damn it! In that case, I'll use the Cold Illusion to obliterate your physical body as well."

A purple orb of light shone from Phantasos's hand, hurtling towards El Cid below.

However, El Cid didn't even glance at him, instead quietly closing his eyes: "I still have a blade in my hand, taken away, severed..."

"It will only make it sharper and stay with me!"

In an instant, Phantasos was severed at the waist, its blood splattering as it plummeted downwards into the Dream Realm, before vanishing completely in a flash of light.

"Three gods remain!"

"Uh... how should I put it, this god's physical skills are really weak, he was crushed by El Cid and others with one hand."

"Come to think of it, El Cid has honed his fists to perfection, making them as sharp as a holy sword. How could his physical skills be lacking!"

Even so, a hint of shock still flashed in everyone's eyes. The battle with Phantasos was completely unscathed, without even a scratch.

El Cid completely dominated his opponent using only his left hand, essentially relying on basic attacks throughout the entire match.

Especially after defeating Phantasos, El Cid showed no excitement whatsoever, but rather appeared completely unconcerned.

When he calmly announced that there were only three gods left, that was just so cool.

death world

In just a few brief exchanges, Kisuke Urahara gleaned a general idea: "Phantasos's techniques are a bit exaggerated compared to humans, but his offensive and defensive capabilities and combat awareness are far inferior to those of the Gold Saints."

Once his special abilities are forced out, he is easily defeated. His raw strength is lacking, and he is no match for a Gold Saint in close combat. But that doesn't mean that Phantastos is incompetent...

After all, the Cold Illusion technique is indeed difficult to break. As long as one has selfish desires, one cannot defeat Phantasos at all. Unfortunately, he encountered El Cid.

He killed him instantly with a single strike; what else could (Wang Zhao) say?

The Myth of Hades

“Once Phantastos’s mask is destroyed, he’s practically out of his mind.” Sisyphus nodded as he watched the final scene. “That’s great, El Cid doesn’t seem to have been injured.”

Inside the Papal Palace, all the Gold Saints gained a clear understanding of the strength and abilities of the Four Dream Gods, whose personalities, like those of the Gemini Gods, were filled with arrogance and conceit.

The Pope remarked with deep emotion, "It seems that sending El Cid to the Dream Realm was the right choice."

Putting aside the question of how many could defeat El Cid in a physical fight, the Dream God's abilities would be problematic if it weren't for El Cid; anyone with desires would be forever sealed in a dream.

He truly is a man who has trained himself to the extreme.

Although Shion was still somewhat worried despite seeing El Cid take down one so easily, he thought, "There are still three gods to go. I wonder if El Cid can handle them and bring back Sisyphus's soul."

After all, El Cid's right arm was severed during his battle with Icarus, and Icarus's unpredictable spatial abilities were not easy to deal with.

Chapter 387 Two Gods Remaining! Ikeros Dies…

Meanwhile, the Dream God and Illusion, within the Dream Realm, also sensed the disappearance of the Phantomhous's cosmos. Ikeros gritted his teeth, vowing to destroy all of El Cid's dignity and pride.

El Cid remained where he was, using his cosmos to stop the bleeding from his severed arm, and then pondered how to deal with the remaining three gods.

Even if the bleeding is stopped, it only buys time.

Suddenly, El Cid heard a chilling roar, and the scene in this space changed once again.