In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

The Chaldea scene was suddenly blocked, and no matter what Roman did, he couldn't restore it. He could only express his fear through voice messages.

The figure emerged from the space with an aura so heavy it could crush a person.

"Degraded humanity, a human history that should not exist, is indeed utterly worthless!"

"Even so, Chaldea, which my eyes cannot see through, you maggots that have separated themselves from time, you still insist on—"

"Is it ugly, pathetic, and meaningless to eke out a living here?"

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Chapter 752 Solomon, Beast

“You are a bunch of fools who refuse to accept that you have already been destroyed, yet still try to reverse the fact that you have already been destroyed.”

"sad."

"Utterly pathetic."

The figure continued speaking, standing there, but no one could see his face clearly.

"Chaldea, Fujimaru Ritsuka."

"And those things deep within, eroded by human history."

"sad."

“You are the dirtiest stain on this planet, the vile remnants of human history, you fools who dare to defy me.”

The figure finally appeared.

He stood there, like a god, looking down upon all the ants.

With slightly dark skin, long white hair ending like a demon god pillar, and dressed in gorgeous and noble clothes, a pair of golden eyes stared at Fujimaru Ritsuka, while behind him was a black and red magical polymer, exuding an extremely terrifying aura.

His presence caused the entire space to tremble, a terrifying tremor that made people involuntarily want to prostrate themselves in worship.

Notably, he wore ten rings on both hands.

Fujimaru Ritsuka stood up, glaring angrily at the man standing in mid-air.

"You—are you the 'King' that Rafe spoke of?"

She questioned him.

"Hmm? Fearless apes, isn't this obvious?" A slight smile appeared on the man's face. "Ugly, how utterly ugly!"

"but......"

"I admire your ignorant ugliness. Perform more circus acts in front of me, Fujimaru Ritsuka."

His hands reached out to the sides as if to grasp something, his smile arrogant and conceited, as if he were in complete control.

"I am your ultimate goal, the king who commands the seventy-two demon gods and destroys humanity!"

“My true name is Solomon. I stand at the pinnacle of the Heroic Spirits, holding the qualifications of the Seven Great Grand Masters, and here I look down upon you!”

Roman's terrified voice came through the communicator: "Solomon? Who did he just say he was?!"

"Solomon!? Ritsuka, Mashu, Lawrence, did he just call himself that?"

"How...how is this possible?!"

"I ask you, are you the obstacle standing in Britain's way?" Artoria raised her spear, pointing it at the man standing in the air who called himself Solomon.

“Artoria, King Arthur.” Solomon’s eyes narrowed, his smile undiminished. “Look at you, how filthy you are! This land would weep if it had a king like you, don’t you know that?”

"It doesn't matter. Even if I cry, I will protect this land. But you, who came to this place—do you want to die?"

"It was so hard to be summoned as a Servant, yet it wants to destroy the world. It's so stupid it makes me laugh."

Solomon and Artoria exchanged glances: "Hahaha, you're wrong about one thing, King of the Knights of Camelot."

“I am different from you who became Servants only after experiencing death, and are merely clinging to life here as the dead.”

"I am

I am both a living being and a heroic spirit, struggling to awaken from death and ultimately conquering it. This is me—

"Solomon, the King of Magic!"

"There is no one in this world who is worthy of being my Master."

"You scum who stand here defying me, attempting to perpetuate human history, I have been resurrected and have come here in the form of a heroic spirit, precisely to wipe you out—"

"You humans, the biggest piece of trash in the universe, so filthy that I don't even want to admit that I am one of you."

"My mission is to destroy you all."

His tone shifted from calm to loud, then back to calm as he quietly looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka, at Artoria, and at everyone else.

"You really think... you can do it? You idiot who calls himself Solomon." Lawrence, who had just been washed away by magic and collapsed on the ground, struggled to his feet and looked at Solomon standing there with a sneer.

“Lawrence Anno Falgao, the Florentine artist, the great physician who saved Europe, there is no place for you to comment here. Please shut your mouth.” Solomon’s gaze shifted to Lawrence.

"Hmph." Lawrence did not respond to Solomon. "Transcending time and space, scattering demonic pillars, if I'm not mistaken, that great halo in the sky should be your tentacles."

"Hmm? You do have some insight." Solomon chuckled. "You recognized that the time for the birth of my third Noble Phantasm has arrived, to correct all things [Ars Almadel Salomonis], but even so, so what?"

“That thing has accumulated light and heat. Each beam of light can rival the holy light emitted by the legendary sword in King Arthur’s hand. It is undoubtedly a Noble Phantasm against humanity.” Solomon’s gaze moved to Artoria’s Mordred’s hand. “And that halo is woven together from hundreds of millions of beams of light. How about that? That sight is something to look forward to, isn’t it?”

"It smelled sweet, as if I were to destroy human history."

"Hmm..." Lawrence frowned and gritted his teeth.

Lawrence knew that what this guy said was true.

Moreover, through their perception of each other's auras, Lawrence and Nora both understood one thing.

The man in front of me, who called himself "Solomon," was exuding an extremely disgusting aura.

It was the aura of the ultimate [human love], and also the aura of the ultimate [human evil].

“Nolra, without a doubt,” he said to Nolra Broll beside him.

“Yes, I know.” Noelra nodded, a look of seriousness and solemnity flashing in her large eyes. “It’s the aura of the [beast]!”

hum-

Solomon looked at Nora and Lawrence.

"Interesting, truly interesting!" His face seemed to split open, the whites of his eyes turned black, and his entire appearance became terrifying and grotesque. "Finally, this is getting interesting—!!!"

"As expected of you, as expected of the tentacles of a great being who came from the deepest depths to the outside world, yet chose to leave their mark on the sordid history of humanity—"

"Exactly—"

"My spiritual weapon [Class] completely surpasses the so-called [Servant], as a reward for pleasing me—"

boom--!!!

boom--!!!

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom—!!!

The space shook violently, and a roaring sound echoed through the earth.

A crimson ball of light appeared in Solomon's palm.

boom--

Bang—! ! !

The spot where Sakata Kintoki and Manrio stood was directly hit by the crimson ball of light. The two Servants were instantly blasted apart, turning into golden specks of light that dissipated into the underground space.

Moreover, a second crimson orb of light appeared in King Solomon's palm.

"I will use the most scorching method—to burn you to ashes!"

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Chapter 753 I'll be waiting for you at the finish line.

"Doctor! Find a way to transfer the spirit energy!" Mash shouted into the communicator. "We have to get Senpai back!"

Solomon paid no attention to the commotion on the ground; the crimson ball of light continued to condense in his hand.

“Grand Caster, a falsehood. Even the finest vessels wouldn't exude such an aura.” Lawrence's eyes were filled with disgust and hatred. “Only the filth at the very end of human history, the so-called—”

“Beast, something called Beast.”

“You are undoubtedly that kind of thing,” Lawrence said, pointing at Solomon with a mocking tone.

His hand remained over Nora's head, and Nora seemed to be gathering something.

Solomon ignored this; his attention was entirely focused on Lawrence.

Fujimaru Ritsuka seemed to want to say something, but Lawrence stopped her.

"Step back, Master. Use Command Spells to replenish my and Norra's magical energy," Lawrence said to Fujimaru Ritsuka in a barely audible voice.

"What are you trying to say, Lawrence Anno Falgao? Is pointing out my true identity enough to make you happy?" Solomon laughed, aiming the crimson orb at Lawrence. "Goodbye—"

"Arnold!" Lawrence's voice drowned out Solomon's.

Norla suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashing with a scarlet light, as if filled with blood.

Lawrence, on the other hand, unleashed his Noble Phantasm after Fujimaru Ritsuka silently used a Command Spell.

"Witness this! This is an achievement that rivals that of the gods—!!!"

"Shine—"

"Perfect luxury, a harmful thing that is cut off [Non za di ierni]!!!"

Bright light shone once again on the entire underground.

"A Noble Phantasm? Such a thing is nothing to me." Solomon's face was uninterested. "I thought you could bring me more pleasure, but it seems I was wrong."

"The pleasure you speak of—" Nora, standing beside Lawrence, spoke with a smile, "is it referring to me?"

Nora's body, like Lawrence's, also lit up.

“Little Prince…” Nursery Rhyme looked sadly at Nora.