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"You must be M, my Master said your real name is Machiri Zorgen, an Eastern European." Jeanne d'Arc took a step forward and said to the other party.

This made the man look a little surprised, but he quickly suppressed his surprise.

"I never thought someone would recognize me. I'm Machiri Zorgen, a magus who plans to completely destroy this era and the Fourth Singularity by eroding the entirety of Britain through the magic mist."

"The whole of Britain? Are you crazy?" asked Olga Marie.

Upon hearing this, Makiri, or rather, Matou Zouken, simply said coldly, "Simply destroying London is far from enough. Only by completely destroying this era can we eliminate the foundation of human nature. This is our king's wish, and the only action we can take after our final awakening."

"You are talking about King Solomon, right?" Black Jeanne continued to act as Morpheus' mouth and said to Machili.

Machili showed a look of surprise again. Today he found too many unexpected things about himself. First, his identity was seen through, and then the identity of the person behind him was seen through.

Obviously, the other party's powerful strength controlled him and prevented him from revealing the other party's identity, but he was still discovered!

This sentence also made several other people exclaim in surprise.

"What?! King Solomon?!"

"Could it be King Solomon who is going to destroy humanity?"

Olga Marie's eyes widened: "How is this possible?!"

Leonardo glanced at Roman, who rolled his eyes but said nothing.

"Actually, that guy is an impostor and you have been deceived." Black Jeanne continued.

Maqili shook his head: "I can be sure that it is true!"

"Well, my Master says there's no need to waste time. All we need to do is kill you, recover the Holy Grail, and restore history to its original state."

Black Jeanne said as she drew her weapon, to which Makiri only revealed a ferocious expression.

"Come, look! The steam engine has gone berserk, powerful enough to activate the entire city's magic mist. A powerful heroic spirit will inevitably appear here! Come, one of the pioneers of a nature worthy of the final curtain of human mythology, or perhaps the Starlight..."

Makiri, still a human, raised his hand and was about to summon the absolutely powerful Servant!

Chapter 175 King Solomon

Mashu shouted loudly: "Why do you do this, Machiri Zorgen? Why do you want to destroy your own era?!"

Makiri's face was cold and indifferent. "Of course I tried to resist, but it was all in vain. Even if I hoped to save all living things, the world where humanity was supposed to live has already been burned. Whether it is the past, present, or future, my king has already decided not to allow anything to exist. Everything must be destroyed before it is finished."

At this moment, he seemed like he had lost himself, or was a hysterical maniac.

"The decree has been issued. The king is tired of seeing this ugliness, tired of all existence. That matter has come to this point... No, there is no need to continue. We will use the power of our king to destroy you.

"You will not be able to see the last heroic spirit before you die. Descend from the shattered sky, my demon god—"

Powerful magical fluctuations surged from Machili's body, then overflowed wildly, and then he turned into a strange monster. Looking at the familiar appearance of this monster, Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu both shouted out at once.

"Demon Pillar!"

They remembered that Leif had turned into such a monster, and looking at the current situation, Machili had also turned into such a monster!

"One of the seventy-two demon gods, the demon god Barbatos, these are the five forms of evil! My king sees through my evil, the ugliness of evil within my heart as I try to save humanity. With my ultimate ugliness, I will dissipate, those who, like me in the past, disguise themselves as good people!"

"When you spoke these words of your king, did you ask for Jesus's opinion? Or rather, the Lord's opinion?" Jeanne d'Arc took a step forward, powerful magical power gathering on the flag in her hand. "This is what Morpheus told me to say, but I think he makes a lot of sense."

Black Jeanne raised the flag in her hand, and the magic power on it swirled and turned into a torrent, dispersing all the magic fog around her!

At this moment, a clean area appeared around!

At the same time, a powerful force began to gather in Black Jeanne's hands, turning into a flashing cross!

"Why did her power suddenly start to increase? Such a terrifying concentration of magic?! How is it possible?!" Mordred looked at Black Jeanne in surprise. She found that this servant, who was originally of similar strength to herself, suddenly became very powerful. The power in her body was increasing crazily, as if there was no upper limit.

Finally, this huge amount of magic power gathered and turned into a dark light!

This ray of light hit the Demon Pillar that had just appeared not long ago without any hindrance. The violent magic power penetrated the body of the Demon Pillar. The powerful force drilled into the opponent's body along the blasted area, and then began to cause secondary destruction to those places that had not been completely destroyed!

"How, how is this possible?!" Demon Pillar Machili made a low voice. He could feel his body rapidly disappearing. It wouldn't be long before he would return to the king's side, but at this moment, he still couldn't understand why he was defeated all of a sudden.

He was absolutely sure that he could deal with these guys in front of him. Even if he really couldn't beat them, he wouldn't be defeated instantly. He even felt that he could drag a few of them to death with him.

But why did I lose after just one encounter?

And what on earth was that immense amount of magical power just now? Is this really the kind of magical power a Servant can possess?!

Based on his understanding of servants, even a top-notch servant, in order to launch such a terrifying attack, would need to increase his output several times while releasing his Noble Phantasm!

This was even more painful for him than being defeated by a targeted attack that he had restrained himself from. He was defeated purely by sheer force!

However, he had no other choice, as his consciousness began to dissipate, his body began to destroy, and he was finally about to leave this world.

He took one last look at the violent lightning that was beginning to appear and chuckled.

"Even if I die, you're doomed, because the heroic spirits that will arrive next will completely wipe you out!"

Seeing several people rushing towards the steam engine and trying to destroy it, he laughed loudly and spoke loudly before disappearing.

"You are the blade imprisoned in the cage of madness, and I am the master who holds its chains. You are the Seven Heavens entangled by the three great word spirits! From the wheel of restraint, guardian of the scales!!"

The violent magic power and terrifying reaction made Roman issue a warning: "This is the reaction of a great hero!"

"Hahaha, this is the Servant I summoned at the cost of my life, haha, hahaha! Angerboda amplified the magic power of the Holy Grail and concentrated the power of the magic mist on him... This has reached the realm of the Age of Gods. You can't defeat him!"

Amidst the violent lightning, a figure appeared!

"I have been called. Who summoned me, the lightning? Who summoned me, the genius? Was it a cry, a prayer? Good, or evil? I see... At this moment, is it all these things that are calling me? Calling me, summoning the genius and the body of lightning, Nikola Tesla!

"How interesting! The scholars have gathered to summon me? They've summoned the one who brought a new myth to mankind! They've summoned me, who surpassed Indra and even Zeus couldn't match! Hahahahahahahahaha!! How interesting! You really made me laugh, scholars! I may be a genius, but I'm also a superhuman who loves eccentricities!

"Very well then! As you wish! I, the incarnation of genius and lightning, will descend into this world! Hahahaha! Hahahaha, hahahahahahahahahahaha!!"

At this moment, the summoned servant burst out with extremely powerful strength, suppressing several servants present, and then began to move to the ground!

……

Inside the sea of ​​books, Morpheus played the scene that Black Jeanne saw and commented: "Why does Tesla have such a high status?"

Andersen asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"How to identify a pseudo-scientist? There is a common method, that is, if someone thinks Tesla is the best in the field of electricity, then he is usually a pseudo-scientist." Morpheus said, not caring at all about the few people being beaten over there.

Andersen said in surprise: "Is that how you see it?"

"Isn't it? Tesla was indeed amazing, but forget about his so-called incarnation of lightning. Really, if we're talking about physics, aren't Faraday and Maxwell better than him? The former discovered electromagnetic induction, while the latter founded classical electrodynamics, explained electromagnetic waves, and proposed the electromagnetic theory of light.

"There are others like Ampere and Gauss, but Tesla still needs to wait in line."

After watching Morpheus mention a bunch of physicists and mathematicians, Andersen shut up. He felt that this was not a field he could get involved in.

So he changed the subject to another place.

"They are in danger now, won't you go and help?"

"No, it's not dangerous. It's just that it was stunned by the sudden attack." Morpheus said, pointing to the screen, "Look, hasn't it started to counterattack?"

While Morpheus was speaking, Andersen indeed saw that the scene in the picture had changed.

The human named Fujimaru Ritsuka drew his weapon and rushed towards Tesla at an extremely fast speed. Even though Tesla was already furious and would not show mercy, the human girl was not afraid at all.

The long sword in her hand flashed with a faint glow, and the cold sword edge seemed to be able to cut everything!

Yes, the sword cut through everything, even the lightning around Tesla was cut through in an instant!

"What kind of treasure is that?"

Powerful magic equipment can also be called a Noble Phantasm, and it is not only the one held by a Heroic Spirit that is called a Noble Phantasm.

"The sword of Ame no Murakumo in Japanese mythology, the weapon called Ame no Murakumo, is the sword that Susanoo dug out from the body of the Yamata no Orochi after he killed it." Morpheus said, pointing at Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was holding it very well, allowing her to unleash her strength to fight the servants head-on.

At this time, the battle in the field changed again.

As Fujimaru Ritsuka cut off the lightning around Tesla, exposing his body, a roaring torrent of magic power emanated from the sword in Mordred's hand and hit him!

Even though Tesla now has the magic power of the Holy Grail, he is still a servant after all, and has his own limits. In this situation, his body is damaged!

This injury also slowed down his movements, at least a little slower than at the beginning.

At this moment, Black Joan of Arc has already rushed forward, and the magic power around her is becoming more and more condensed, turning into a sword shining with light!

Andersen quickly looked at Morpheus and found that the other party had drawn a sword and held it in his hand!

"This is?!"

"Durandal, um... it's not the one you know. It may be closer to the one in mythology. But it's really convenient to rely on the connection with the servants to transfer magic power." Morpheus said, and Durandal's power began to flow into the other's body along with the connection between him and Black Jeanne.

That is the power of the holy weapon, the power of the Son of God. Even if this power is only a part of the power carried by the Holy Spear Longinus, it still gives it holy attributes!

Now, this power has also flowed into the body of Black Jeanne d'Arc. The girl who was supposed to use the terrifying black attack, now has a faint golden light around her body!

The sword in her hand also shone with golden holy light!

Feeling the holy power released from the weapon in her hand, Black Joan of Arc suddenly had an epiphany.

"In the name of the Lord!" she shouted, raised the lightsaber, and swung it out fiercely!

"boom!"

The light began to extend and sweep forward!

Those lights cut through everything, including the air and space!

Just like the indestructible Durandal, the lightning that had just gathered was cut and severed again and dissipated directly!

The light continued to move forward, cutting through Tesla's body, his blood vessels, and his organs!

Nothing can stop Durandal's attack, not even Tesla who possesses the power of the Age of Gods!

The body was split into two halves, the upper and lower halves, and the constantly dissipating spirit particles represented that this arrogant incarnation of thunder and lightning had ushered in his own death!

Looking at Tesla's easy death, Andersen opened his mouth and said, "This is the power of Durandal as recorded in poetry. Nothing can withstand its blade!"

"Yes, that's it." Morpheus nodded, stood up and walked outside.

"Where are you going?" Andersen asked quickly.

"I have a feeling that the troublesome guy is about to arrive."

"Troublesome guy?" Andersen was puzzled for a moment, then suddenly remembered something, "Are you talking about the mastermind behind this?!"

"Yes, it's time for the mastermind behind this to show his presence. After all, this is the fourth singularity that is about to be destroyed."

"Are you talking about that fake King Solomon?" Andersen thought for a moment and stood up. "I'll go with you."

"Aren't you afraid of death? You don't have much fighting ability."

"You all have to complete your mission anyway. After that, I can return to the Throne of Heroes. So, getting a closer look at the guy pretending to be King Solomon wouldn't be a bad idea." Andersen laughed. "This opportunity definitely can't be missed."

"Okay, since you said so, let's rush over as soon as possible."

……

With Tesla's death, another servant stood in everyone's way. When the dark knight rode out of the darkness on horseback, everyone was stunned.

That was King Arthur, holding a spear and killing his enemies without mercy. He had lost his mind!

However, someone reacted faster to this obstacle than Mordred was supposed to!

"Attack her! Don't hold back!"

As Morpheus' voice rang in her mind, Jeanne d'Arc swung the sword of light in her hand again without hesitation, the illusory Durandal.

The extension of light directly cut the black spear in King Arthur's hand. The light cut along the armor, cut through the opponent's body, and sent the knight who had just appeared back to the Throne of Heroes.

Just when they were about to continue their attack and destroy the steam engine directly, a door appeared.

A figure slowly walked out from inside, with arrogance and disgust towards humans on his face!

The man glanced at the people in the field and sneered.

Chaldea has been separated from the timeline, becoming a stronghold that no one can find. Even my eyes, which can see through all futures and everything, cannot see Chaldea. That is why you can survive, an ugly, pathetic, and meaningless struggle to survive, refusing to accept the history that is already doomed to destruction, a pitiful boat still drifting on the sea of ​​nothingness.

"Whether it's Chaldea or Fujimaru Ritsuka as an individual, it's all the same. Even Morpheus is the same; they are all just pathetic existences.

"The only stain left in the burned-out history of humanity is the fool who dared to defy me!"

The arrogant and disgusting guy said this to everyone.

At this time, another voice rang out: "Fool? The starting point of everything is a fool. Who are you? A guy pretending to be King Solomon."

Morpheus smiled and appeared next to everyone!