Hawks from the Land of Light are calling me a dove and an undercover agent in the chat group.

"clang."

A crisp, ringing sound, somewhat similar to Wang Ha's bell-ringing, but mostly different, rang out.

The sound of King Ha's bells is a clanging, clanging sound that attempts to bring the joy of victory to humanity and the Throne of Heroes.

At this moment, when his greatsword struck Tartarus's skin, the clanging sound of an egg hitting a rock proclaimed the vast gap between them that they had never truly seen before.

A strike that abandons the title of Grand Master, a strike that transcends the title of Grand Master, a strike that even the Creator God can imbue with the concept of death.

He swung his sword with all his might, but the result was nothing.

If there is any result to be made, it is that King Hassan's weapon has begun to crack and break from the tip.

The force of the strike caused the old man in the mountains to go numb in his hands for a moment, and he was sent flying backward, vomiting blood.

Tartarus did not retaliate in any way; this was simply a natural phenomenon resulting from the sheer strength and hardness of his ultimate body.

If an egg is smashed heavily on a rock, it will naturally break.

"Even this isn't allowed...?"

Some people had already despaired, murmuring, trembling with fear.

But at this very moment, a new hope, distinct from the earlier arrival of the Crowned Hassan the Old Man of the Mountain, also suddenly appeared!

The entire earth veins of the Snowfield City were instantly drained clean by something. From now on, it will be impossible for any Holy Grail to be born here, and that kind of energy will no longer exist.

As a reward for paying this price, a massive magic circle suddenly appeared in this large area of ​​Snowfield City, projecting light.

Thus emerged Gudako Fujimaru Ritsuka, the strongest Master of Chaldea, and his junior Mash.

Mash, shield in hand, stood firm and unwavering beside Gudako, her eyes resolute.

Behind Gudako and Mashu, hundreds of heroic spirits appeared majestically within the enormous, unprecedented summoning magic circle!

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The hundreds of heroic spirits reflected by the enormous summoning circle in Snowfield City, with their immense energy and boundless energy index, seemed to soar straight into the sky in an instant.

The spirits of heroes shook the heavens, and their brilliance shone everywhere.

Throughout history, all those heroic spirits who single-handedly defended passes and fought against thousands of enemies have created unparalleled feats in both prosperous and chaotic times.

Arrogant kings with their own ambitions, those who seek enlightenment and transcendence within themselves, those who strive for self-improvement outwards, those who dedicate themselves to saving the innocent, and those who defend their nation and people on the verge of collapse amidst the flames of war.

Those who protect humanity's present and future in the face of evil, inhuman beings; those who struggle through life's hardships without ever being discouraged, giving up, or compromising; those who delve into new changes in thought and matter and lead humanity forward.

Those who were once enemies, those who were once friends and lovers, and those who were once strangers but are now comrades-in-arms.

Those who appear here, those who stand here, those who blossom here.

At this very moment, this is the vast and distant history of humankind, the flowing river of time that has existed since the birth of humankind, and the glory that the human race has etched into this universe—all of this is contained within this moment!

No one else is more qualified to call themselves "human" than those present here, nor can anyone else better demonstrate the glory, romance, resilience, and strength of the human race.

No one would fail to recognize what kind of beings they are!

Hundreds? No, perhaps more, more, more.

"So many, so many heroic spirits..."

As Mash emerged from the summoning circle, even Gudako Fujimaru Ritsuka, Chaldea's most powerful Master, couldn't help but take notice, be shocked, and feel a sense of awe at this army of Heroic Spirits.

Now, the heroic spirits that appear from this enormous, boundless summoning circle are not only those who have interacted with him, not only those who have had bonds with him, or those who have been his enemies.

There are many more, many more, perhaps not hundreds, but thousands, or even more.

Perhaps, all the heroes of humankind have gathered here now!

It doesn't matter anymore what kind of ranking system there is: Super Flash, Flash, Top, Super First-Class, First-Class, Second-Class, Third-Class, or any other kind of Servant ranking. None of it matters.

Because what stands before you now is the pride of all mankind, or rather, the entire being that created the pride of mankind!

With such a lineup, it's likely that no matter what kind of enemy it is, even a monster called a god or a white giant, it can be defeated!

"What on earth happened there?!"

"Snowfield City...this warmth..."

"It's as if a myth from a legend has descended upon us. No, even the Age of Gods in mythology has probably been far surpassed by this moment!"

Far away in London, all the mages, including the various clock tower monarchs, who were originally overwhelmed by the ley line disturbances in various places, involuntarily stopped what they were doing and turned to look in that direction.

Some of them hadn't paid any attention to Snowfield City or the Holy Grail War, but their eyes were still fixed on that place.

Even ordinary people in the surface world, far removed from the mysterious, couldn't help but look over there, wondering what was there.

They saw the radiant light in the sky above Snowfield City, a symbol of humanity.

"What exactly happened..." Emiya Shirou, who had already fought in the Fifth Holy Grail War and was now by the side of Rin Tohsaka, the love of his life, murmured.

The next second, he was pulled by some force and vanished from the spot, leaving Rin Tohsaka, who had instantly become a widow, staring wide-eyed in astonishment: "Shirou?!"

Shirou Emiya could no longer hear her exclamation.

Grasped by something that seemed to be called humanity or a restraining force, Shirou Emiya was instantly transported to the distant Snowfield City, merging with another version of himself.

He knew that this was a possible version of himself from the future, someone who had tried to kill him several times during the Fifth Holy Grail War.

He thought that after that, he would never see this version of himself again.

The current Shirou Emiya and the future Shirou Emiya automatically merged into one, their appearance still based on Archer, but they became even more powerful!

"Archer?" Shirou Emiya was stunned by this novel experience. "Why have you become so powerful? What's going on? What happened?"

Red A's expression was serious, and his tone was rapid: "There's no time to explain. Fight alongside me! This is a matter of life and death for Earth and humanity. If we are defeated in this battle, we will have no future!"

"What?" Shirou Emiya was shocked. He and Archer turned their heads together, looking nervously at the golden giant not far away.

Although it sounds strange, since the golden thing is currently only the size of an ordinary person, for some reason, when he looked at it, he felt as if he were looking up at a towering mountain, as if he were standing at the foot of a mountain and looking up at a towering mountain that seemed to have no top and broke through the sky. It was an incomparable golden giant.

However, despite Archer's anxious tone, he didn't seem to see any evil or murderous intent in the golden giant.

Is this really the moment Archer was talking about? Shouldn't we try to communicate before engaging in battle?

But Archer now holds the reins, and Red Archer is ready to make his move!

"I'm done."

Not far away, Tartarus smiled with relief.

Look at this aura of a great battle, a gathering of the determination and strongest will of the entire world and all of humanity. Look at the expressions and appearances of those heroic spirits, and their actions of raising their weapons and charging up to attack without saying a word.

Could it be that the person opposite me is actually the super-powerful Gai who is determined to protect everything, and I am the naturally evil big boss Zog?

If you enjoy criticizing people so much, labeling them, and categorizing them by class, then taste the bitterness of being brutally killed by this evil, you righteous heroes.

With a relieved smile, Tartarus slightly raised one hand and casually flicked his finger.

In an instant, a fierce wind arose, clouds surged, and the sky and earth darkened, as if the entire earth was cracking and groaning in vain because it could not withstand this casual shot.

"In the name of the Lord, I will become your shield, my banner, protect my people, for my Lord is here (Luminoste eternelle)!"

"Seven Rings of Blazing Sky Covering the Heavens!"

"A small world surrounding the heavens!"

"The ideal city is now a distant memory!"

"An ideal land forever isolated from the world!"

"Guardians of the Flame Gate!"

Many powerful defensive artifacts and techniques, which have been passed down through the ages and are well-known, were unleashed at the same time, including even King Arthur's sword sheath, Avalon.

Avalon's defensive capabilities are so terrifying that they surpass all concepts, capable of isolating time and space.

Even the five fundamental laws that deeply connect to the source, surpassing all magic and sorcery, can be isolated and cannot be invaded. Even the existence of the "beast," which embodies both human love and human evil, cannot be shaken for a moment, nor can it be shaken in the slightest.

It's not just these defensive treasures, not just these defensive techniques, but many more, without distinction of strength or weakness, superiority or inferiority.

Every Heroic Spirit possessing a defensive Noble Phantasm unleashed their power, because regardless of their strength, they all knew the same thing.

That seemingly slight and casual flick of the finger, when felt by the victims, was an oppressive feeling that was so intense that it was beyond description!

Such pressure and terror caused even the Heroic Spirits, including Jeanne d'Arc, who rushed to the front and deployed their defensive Noble Phantasms, to momentarily prepare themselves mentally for the possibility that even if they died, they would not be able to return to the Throne of Heroes and would be permanently erased.

It's not scary to die yourself, but it has to be effective. At the very least, it has to protect the other heroic spirits who are charging up behind you, and protect their lives!

"and many more……"

Seeing the two sides immediately start fighting upon meeting, Gudako Fujimaru Ritsuka seemed to be shouting something out of the blue.

At any other time, a large number of Heroic Spirits would definitely be willing to stop fighting and listen to him speak, but not now. Right now, all the Heroic Spirits are so frightened that they are panting in shock!

The next second, a gale howled, and all the defensive treasures in human history were completely annihilated the moment they were deployed!

In an instant, everything shattered!

Even King Arthur's Avalon, which could isolate everything and transcend all defenses, was destroyed in an instant as if it were nothing.

Joan of Arc and the others were swept up and torn to pieces. They couldn't even control themselves. Clearly, for them, who were now empowered to their peak by the power of humanity and the Throne of Heroes, a mere gust of wind was nothing.

But it wasn't the wind that lifted them up; it was just a natural phenomenon that had been triggered. The power of the golden giant was truly unshakeable, and it wouldn't allow them not to be lifted up and blown away.

One after another, the attacking Servants behind them leaped up. Some had barely managed to accelerate and charge up before launching their attacks, only to be forced to follow Jeanne d'Arc and Mash's retreating path and were swept away by the wind, unable to take care of themselves.

Some fared even worse, getting blown up before they could finish charging up, their energy flowing back, and they ended up blowing themselves up in a mess.

At the same time that all these things were happening, the gang leader Bazdilot was already stunned by the Holy Grail War going completely astray. Then, something else happened.

That is, someone killed his follower Hercules.

Or rather, a Heroic Spirit killed him—not just one. When Jeanne and the others set up their defenses, some of the many Heroic Spirits summoned from the summoning circle joined forces to attack Heracles, who had not yet recovered his strength from attacking Tartarus too much.

Bazdilot was completely baffled: "What is this all about?!"

But he soon found out.

Because the summoning circle that transported all the heroic spirits in the world had not yet dissipated, and there was still one last transmission.

Berserker-class Grand Servant Hercules emerged from the summoning circle. The last Grand Servant made his grand entrance!

Killing Hercules was not about cutting off one's own arm; on the contrary, it was about humanity and the Throne of Heroes maximizing the power of Hercules, the undisputed strongest hero in human history.