I'm in another world, and I start out transformed into Lancelot.

"Pop..." A faint, illusory sound that only Ereshkigal and the world's consciousness could "hear" was heard.

call--!

There was no surge of light, nor any shrieking of souls; it was as if a faint, imperceptible chill was blowing through the void.

The remnant souls of those monsters imprisoned by the gun, restless and uneasy, resisting Ereshkigal's authority but ultimately marked by it, instantly transformed into countless points of cold, fleeting, azure will-o'-the-wisp, as if containing countless painful faces!

These blue flames seemed to be drawn to a desperate and greedy core deep within a distant river of lava. They did not drift aimlessly, but rather, like an iron torrent that had burst its banks, found the gaping maw of the abyss!

Extremely eerie and proactive, they transformed into streaks of ghostly blue light and clusters of burning, icy shooting stars! With a silent yet hysterical "fire-fighting" posture, they rushed to merge into the river churning with golden-red bubbles!

Glug...plop...sizzle!

Countless cold, foreign objects were instantly thrown into the magma surface. The scalding magma clashed violently with the ghostly blue spirits, creating eerie blue-purple smoke and bursting bubbles!

The entire lava river surged violently, like a giant cauldron boiling a highly poisonous potion!

No one can see this microscopic spectacle that originates from the voluntary sacrifice of dead souls.

Chapter 70 Even the clay that Mommy makes is prettier than you.

Under the cover of Ereshkigal's covert operations and energy collisions, all of this happened quietly, yet dramatically.

The power of those souls thrown into the lava did not vanish. Instead, they followed a dark coordinate that simultaneously contained the "Reiblood Factor" and Belial's own destructive will, like countless moths drawn to a flame, actively merging with it. Deep within the magma, something was greedily absorbing and transforming! The transfer and fusion of a giant experience pack was completed silently and wildly within the abyss.

However, the goddess (a substitute worker) who had just been secretly pleased with her "effortless operation" instantly lost all her noble composure the moment she sensed "that thing" bursting through the lava and revealing its "form" in a mere fraction of a second. A sharp divine thought, emanating from the depths of her soul and stemming from an absolute intolerance for "ugliness," the ultimate original sin of the universe, exploded in her mind like a billion plucked strings! She mentally pounded on the non-existent tabletop, complaining to the world consciousness that had made the request: "This thing is just too ugly!!!"

Unaware of this, the crowd could only watch in astonishment as the sea of ​​lava exploded, unleashing a raging curtain of flames as a sacrifice for Belial's second phase. Accompanied by the shrill screams of countless bones and metals capable of tearing apart souls, the wailing of churning and exploding lava, and the desperate howls echoing from the depths of hell, emanating from countless forcibly imprisoned souls, the ultimate stitched-together behemoth—Belium—descended!

It was an incredibly vast, twisted, and terrifying existence that defied the boundaries of imagination, resembling a colossal mountain of flesh crudely piled and twisted from countless gigantic monsters and mechanical fragments. Its surface was covered with the limbs and heads of monsters: Zetton's head, King Black's massive jaws, King Joe's alloy fragments, King Eleking's curled tail, Barton's beak… Their eyes blinked and flickered erratically, spewing destructive light or corrosive slime. Countless fragments piled on top of each other, pressing, tearing, and fusing, forming an ultimate ukiyo-e painting of madness and agony. Every tooth-grinding creak, every viscous tearing sound, was a silent lament emanating from the forcibly fused souls of the dead.

Facing this ultimate aggregate of waste—a grotesque disaster even on a multiverse scale—Arei's delicate face instantly drained of color, then turned deathly pale, her stomach convulsing uncontrollably. "Ugh—!! This...this thing! It's more disgusting than Ugal rolling in mud for a hundred years! I'm going to get a sty!"

At the same moment, high above the Throne of Heroes, in the core of the abyss of the underworld, the goddess Ereshkigal, who truly held the power of death and annihilation, cast her gaze upon that chaotic land. She was not indifferent; in fact, ever since her "proxy" departed, this clumsy yet earnest goddess had been very concerned (though too embarrassed to admit it). The instant Belial's blasphemous figure entered her vision, the goddess's flawless face, habitually taut to maintain the supreme majesty of the underworld, instantly shattered! She instinctively tried to regain her solemnity, her ruby-like pupils widening slightly, attempting to convey an aura of "such filth is insignificant," but her inner divine senses were completely out of control, synchronized with the explosive sensations experienced by her proxy! A strong sense of nausea, mixed with the shock of "What the hell is this?!", caused her to gag almost simultaneously and very slightly! To conceal this inappropriate lapse in composure, she hastily and yet gracefully raised her slender hand, using a seemingly unintentional movement to cover her slightly parted lips, her fingertips even trembling slightly (because of the ugliness)!

Ereshkigal's mind was also in turmoil: "What...what a filthy thing! It defiles the purity of the abyss!" The goddess tried to mask her shock with a businesslike tone, but her stutter betrayed her: "Ugh...Mother Tiamat, I'm so sorry! I'm so, so sorry! Compared to this forcibly pieced-together, aesthetically unappealing thing, as if the entire cosmic junkyard had been dumped into a furnace and then spat out, your beloved Rahm children, with their rounded lines, simple structure, and even a touch of natural wild vitality in some places! They are a hundred times more adorable than those demonic boars!!" Ereshkigal secretly wiped away non-existent tears caused by the visual stimulation, her gaze anxiously turning towards the proxy Harunia: "Harunia! Are you...are you alright? That thing is too polluted, don't get too close! If it really comes to it, just put it on that damned fun-loving person's (world consciousness) account! Make him pay!"

"Whoa! My eyes!! The dashboard!!! Captain! Captain—!!!" Inside the bridge of the Panlong, Yinqi let out a heart-wrenching scream! His understanding of life as a monster expert had been shattered by this thing before him! The intense visual impact and the chaotic mental pollution that could be clearly felt even through the screen made him feel dizzy instantly! The others also looked distressed. Whether on Earth or in space exploration, the Panlong had never encountered anything like this before. "What kind of monster is this?!"

Not only were the creatures from Earth subjected to visual pollution, but even these battle-hardened giants of light, with their high mental resistance and long-standing familiarity with cosmic oddities, felt their "cognitive threshold" plummeting wildly the moment Belial's ultimate stitched-together "face," composed of countless broken limbs and wailing heads, came into full view! At the core of the tumor at the highest point, atop the monster's head, was the relatively "intact" Belial himself. His crimson gaze, like a tangible ray of destruction, looked down upon the insignificant warriors of light below, their faces bearing the undisguised solemnity and shock. Absolute, all-consuming confidence, like a black hole, and a mad madness that reigns supreme over all living beings filled Belial's soul. He felt the savage power within him, forged from hundreds of dead souls and chaotic evil thoughts, enough to crush everything, and couldn't help but let out a wild laugh: "Hahahaha—you?! You dare to challenge me, the one who has reached the pinnacle of power?!"

First update! Thanks for the blade. Also, I saw someone say that the Chinese server's Sylvanas Windrunner gacha banner is coming up early, warning that Saint Quartz will be emptied! According to current information, the FGO Chinese server's Summer 2025 event started on August 10th, and the first banner implemented the five-star Servant Sienna (Sylvanas Windrunner). The banner is expected to last until the end of September.

When will FGO buff the Hidden Crown in Chapter 71? I want my entire party to be invincible!

"Leave this to us! Conserve energy!"

Several Ultra Warriors who were still in good condition shouted in low voices and stepped out of their defensive formation without fear to face the despairing giant shadow that blocked their vision—Belyudora!

Almost in perfect unison! Leo and Zero, the master and apprentice fighters, blazed with a light like exploding crimson lightning! "Ha—!" "Ora—!" Two battle cries tore through the air! Two fiery kicks, like two burning comets tearing through the night sky, slammed into Belial's grotesque, mutated head from different angles with the force to shatter stars! Wherever they passed, scorching shockwaves swept away the foul energy field!

However—as the flames subsided and the smoke dissipated…the mountain of flesh, forged from pure resentment…remained completely unmoved! It was as if the double flying kick, powerful enough to shatter planets, had merely rippled the surface of the deep pool.

"You dare to shake a tree with such trivial skills?!"

Belial's maniacal laughter, laced with the screams of countless dead souls, rolled over thin ice like a rusty wheel. His evil head whirled around, locking onto Leo and his apprentice who had just landed! He didn't even need to use his core power. "Tear them apart!!" A mental command filled with absolute dominance lashed out like an invisible whip across the monstrous remains that made up the head area.

"Awooo—!!" "Roar!!" The monster's remains erupted instantly, like countless frantically launched flesh-and-blood projectiles. Beams of light, slamming jaws, and lashing alloy arms... instantly created an inescapable barrage of bullets!

"What—?!" Leo crossed his arms and braced himself against a dissolving ray, only to be thrown backward by the impact! "Ugh!" Zero was even more disheveled, as several energy shocks from the remains of different monsters struck him almost simultaneously! Unable to parry in time, he was violently slapped away! Like a pebble flung by a giant beast's tail!

"Don't even think about it!" Dyna Ultraman seized an opening, his dazzling beam attempting to disrupt Belial's core! "Hah!" Astra transformed into a swift red streak, piercing Belial's head from the side! The response was a giant hand, formed from dozens of different monster tails twisted into massive, fleshy growths! With a casual wave of its two giant hands, "Smack!" it was like swatting two annoying flies! Dyna was sent flying by the force and stench of the "palm wind." Astra's speed was also abruptly interrupted, tumbling and crashing amidst a viscous shockwave!

On the ground battlefield—"Go, Gomora!" Under Rei's command, Gomora charged fiercely towards Belial's feet. But Belial didn't even lower its "head," casually and lazily flicking the monstrous remains at its feet to the side as if swatting away a mosquito! Gomora's heavy body was like a paper doll, brutally whipped away by this tail whip that didn't even bother to aim! The brilliance of the super-vibration wave was forcibly interrupted before it could even take shape!

The Panlong's all-out firepower failed to even create a ripple on the writhing, filthy mountain of flesh, like dust hitting a planet's crust, completely ignored.

This scene cruelly illustrated the devastating disparity: while the Ultra Warriors had gained enhanced "defense" and "health" thanks to the protection of the Underworld, this monster's increase wasn't merely astronomical in size and energy! Its body, a fusion of the dead and resentment, displayed a terrifying, almost all-encompassing resistance to physical impacts, energy bombardments, and mental intrusion! The warriors' full-force attacks could only inflict a mere "scratching" effect, and every attack fueled by burning light particles accelerated the depletion of their already dwindling stamina and energy. This suffocating, hopeless predicament, like a cold iron clamp, tightened deeply in the hearts of every Ultra Warrior!

"Honestly! Always causing trouble for others!"

A hint of disdain for being forced to work overtime was undisguised on Ai Lei's delicate face, but her actions were swift and decisive. A flash of golden light! Her figure, as if teleported, precisely positioned itself in front of the Panlong! She didn't need to worry about the tough, resilient Ultra Warriors protected by the Underworld, but the fragile humans on the Panlong could easily perish!

Faced with an energy barrage powerful enough to instantly reduce the Panlong and its inhabitants to elementary particles—Aileen merely raised her hand, her fingertips gracefully touching the void, as if stroking an invisible string. Well, since it's overtime, let's give it a special bonus. Hidden Great Crown activated! Ding—!

An ancient and revered phantom crown, perceptible only to Ereshkigal and the unseen world consciousness, flickered briefly above her. There was no earth-shattering energy eruption, no dazzling shield light, but conceptually—Ereshkigal and the area she guarded had been enveloped in an absolute, rule-based protection!

"Conceptual invincibility"—within the rule-defined "one round," all external attacks and damage are isolated! The blazing flames capable of incinerating city-states and the shockwaves that distort space, upon touching the invisible boundary formed by the concept of "absolute protection" before Ereshkigal, vanished like stones thrown into the void. There was no explosion, no impact; all the deadly energy and matter were silently and thoroughly "erased" from existence, as if they had never been aimed in that direction. The Panlong didn't even feel a tremor.

Aileen maintained her raised hand, her golden eyes calmly watching the annihilating torrent of attacks. She raised an eyebrow slightly: This saved time and effort. Now… her gaze shifted to the disgusting behemoth, her eyes growing even colder. It was time to deal with this eyesore of massive cosmic junk… Hmm, hopefully the gift will be worthy of my efforts.

—This unparalleled concept allowed her to proceed unscathed with the crucial next move! ...It's time to end this battle.

Without any unnecessary movements or noisy incantations, she simply clenched her outstretched palm into the void during that brief moment still protected by [Conceptual Invincibility], reclaiming the power she had used to bestow extraordinary protection upon the Ultra Warriors and humans. A sudden wave of weakness washed over them, but the warriors had no time to dwell on it. Their battlefield instincts told them—this was a sign that some powerful force was gathering!

Chapter 72 (3K) Lingfeng Embraces the Netherworld

The wails of the dead in the Monster Graveyard were forcibly suppressed and ground into pure magical particles.

All the recycled energy—those wispy golden, gray, and dark purple streams of light—flowed like rivers converging.

They converged precisely and wildly onto the golden scale spear held by Ereshkigal.

The gun's aura was increasing at an alarming rate, emitting a deep and majestic spatial hum!

Ai Lei's already fair and almost transparent face was now completely drained of color.

Subtle, flowing, dark gold magical circuit patterns appeared on her forehead and the sides of her neck.

This is a temporary overload caused by excessive use of authority!

She bit her lower lip lightly, but her eyes remained sharp as knives!

Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! The magic was drained a bit too hard...

But! This incredibly high-interest loan must be repaid with an equivalent amount of street light subsidies!!

The concept of the "safe round," which is invincible, has come to an end at this moment!

Aileen suddenly looked up, and deep within her pupils burned a golden flame powerful enough to ignite the River Styx.

The Hades Core she held in her hand, radiating an aura that made the entire Monster Graveyard tremble, had been fully filled!

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That feeling—!

That cold, cohesive power of death, so immense it could shake Reiblood’s core link!

And that weapon whose aura is gradually increasing?!

What a piece of junk! What kind of weird trick are they up to now?!

Last time, this woman casually raised her hand and pressed his meticulously prepared monster army into an eternal tombstone!

This extremely bizarre power, coupled with the terrifying pressure that is constantly piling up to the brink of collapse...

Absolutely! Absolutely the prelude to a powerful move!

Belial! He's not the kind of fool who'd just stand there and wait for his opponent to cast a spell! He's learned his lesson from last time!

"Stop right there!!! You eyesore of a charlatan—!!!"

Belial's will was like an invisible hammer, brutally lashing at Belial's massive neural network!

"Crush her! Crush her completely into cosmic dust!!"

Rumble, rumble—! ! !

Belial's massive claw, as large as a mountain, shrieked with a sickening creak of cracking bones and twisting metal!

It suddenly lifted up!

With enough power and force to shatter an asteroid, it crashed down on that tiny, firefly-like blonde figure radiating terrifying energy!

Wherever it passed, a bloody wind swept through, and the space itself seemed to be dented by the weight of that giant claw.

This is a brutal and overwhelming defeat based purely on strength!

They vowed to smash Ereshkigal, along with the dangerous core in her palm, into elementary particles!

But Eresh didn't even look up at the approaching shadow of destruction.

The eyes that had been fixed on Belial showed no sign of panic; instead, they curled into a chilling smile that went straight to the bone.

Her lips parted slightly, cool and calm, yet powerful enough to pierce the deafening sound of the giant claw tearing through the air:

"Fine, in response—I will..."

“Even more wretched than this twisted remains is the soul…”

"Personally throw them into that eternally silent—abyss below!!!"

The moment the words fell—

Om-! ! !

A Netherworld magic array, instantly woven from countless dim stardust-like rays of the dead and golden divine runes, burst forth brilliantly beneath Ai Lei's feet without warning!

When the giant claw descended from the sky and struck the magic circle, it was not bounced off—but rather seemed to be trapped in amber at absolute stillness!

Along with the swirling, foul wind and the splattering corrosive slime, the entire fragment of time and space was eerily frozen!

In Belial's consciousness, his command to destroy was like a stone sinking into the sea!

Belludora's movements were forcibly halted by a cold, irresistible force of death originating from the very rules!

The spatial dimension in which Ai Lei is located—

In the interval between the fading of the hidden Great Crown's invincibility and the arrival of the final Noble Phantasm of the Underworld—

It has been briefly cut off and locked by her own power!

This is the absolute turn before the goddess's Noble Phantasm is unleashed!

(In layman's terms: turn-based combat)

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Eresh landed gently, and the lance of judgment was solemnly raised above her head.

Her expression was no longer languid or playful, but absolutely solemn, frozen with the ancient chill of the Styx!

"The sky has an insurmountable sea, and the earth has prisons—"

"My heel is the wrath of the underworld!!"

Boom!

Accompanying the first decree of the liberation of real names!

Crimson flames—an inhuman heat! It is the karmic fire extracted from the deepest recesses of the earth, capable of directly scorching the very essence of the soul—

It surged up from the enormous "bottom" of Belial!

"Aww—?!" "Woohoo—!"

The pain is not in the physical flesh and blood! It is in the souls of the monsters forcibly fused together and struggling under Reiblood's shackles!

They emitted an unprecedented, mournful resonance, stemming from the burning of the soul's core!

The entire mountain of flesh trembled and convulsed wildly and uncontrollably due to the excruciating pain originating from its "foundation"!

"Wh-what is that?!"

Beria froze! Unprecedented shock and rage contorted his face!

He frantically mobilized his mental commands, lashing the nerves of the undead that constituted Belial's body like an invisible giant whip:

"Move! Move! Tear her apart!!"

But all he received in return was the even more agonizing wail of the monster's soul as it was burned by the flames of karmic fire!

The massive structure of Belial was destroyed by the combined impact of the burning flames and the struggling souls.

Like a specimen nailed to the earth by millions of invisible steel nails! Completely immobile!