Hero? I'm just here to borrow power!

“Well done, my S-class,” he whispered, and no one knew who he was talking to.

"Lock on the White King! 'Rod of God,' enter the final launch sequence!" He gave the order to the command console, his voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable authority.

"Are you sure you want to bring that half-human, half-dragon guy along? That's not in our equipment department's design concept!"

The bald man is still hesitating.

"Launch procedure initiated! Energy injection at 100%! Alchemy matrix calibration complete! Target... locked!"

Schneider's voice was like that of a cold machine, ignoring the bald man's words and carrying out the final instructions.

A bright red countdown appeared on the main screen in the command center.

Ten, nine, eight...

……

Above Earth's orbit, the White Nights share its view through the satellite carrying the "Rod of God".

As the red mist dissipated, he saw for the first time so clearly the magnificent dragon soaring over Tokyo.

Each of its scales seemed to be carved from the purest diamonds, reflecting a holy light under the glow of the blood moon. Its posture was elegant and sacred, as if it should not exist in this mortal world.

But Bai Ye saw a trace of sadness belonging to a young girl deep in those huge and indifferent dragon eyes.

Those are Erii's eyes.

At that moment, he sensed that the alchemical matrix inside the satellite he was "controlling" had started operating at full power, and unimaginable enormous energy was converging towards the "staff" made of recycled metal at the front.

"Three, two, one..."

"emission!"

The moment Angers gave the order, the front of the satellite suddenly burst into a dazzling light.

The "Staff of God," humanity's most powerful god-slaying weapon that inherited the Black King's legacy, was violently propelled away from the satellite by a terrifying initial velocity from the satellite body by a tremendous electromagnetic force!

Within a thousandth of a second of its launch, the "monster" with black wings and white hair that had been waiting silently moved.

His body transformed into a black streak of light, landing precisely on the end of the high-speed flying metal spear.

At this moment, the "Staff of God" was flying at a terrifying speed that pierced through the atmosphere. This force was enough to crush the hardest substances in nature into powder, but instead of being torn apart by that terrifying acceleration, it stood firmly on it, as if it were not a weapon, but its own personal chariot.

He rode this divine punishment from the heavens, plummeting towards that blue planet, towards that lonely white dragon!

……

Lu Mingfei had just slumped onto the rooftop, not even having a chance to breathe a sigh of relief at having resolved the red fog crisis in time, when he suddenly felt the whole world light up.

He looked up in astonishment and saw a new "sun" appearing in the sky.

That's not the sun!

It was a fiery, dazzling meteor with a trail of flame several kilometers long.

It tore through the thick atmosphere, carrying terrifying energy enough to destroy a city, and crashed straight into the center of Tokyo with unstoppable force, crashing into that huge white dragon!

"Holy crap! Is this supposed to be fireworks?!" Lu Mingfei was dumbfounded, almost forgetting to breathe.

As the "shooting star" drew closer, he gradually made it clearer.

On that shooting star, it seems... there's someone standing there?!

That person had long, white hair as white as moonlight, which danced wildly in the scorching airflow generated by ultra-high-speed friction.

He spread his enormous black wings, as if correcting the direction of the divine spear of punishment. He was not falling passively; he was "riding" this light that pierced through heaven and earth!

What a crazy, what a magnificent sight it was!

Like a mad king, tearing the sky and splitting the earth, he descended from the heavens, furious and ferocious!

Above Tokyo, the enormous white dragon seemed to sense this deadly threat as well.

It raised its head and let out its first angry and majestic dragon roar, a roar powerful enough to tear apart the soul, forming a visible shockwave that met the light descending from the sky.

However, the weapon imbued with the concept of "judgment" was even faster.

The burning spear struck the white dragon's massive yet elegant body with pinpoint accuracy.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only an intense white light that seemed to engulf the entire world.

The white light dispersed.

Everything around the white dragon seemed to vanish as if annihilated, leaving only a deep pit several hundred meters deep and thousands of meters in diameter.

Whether it was Lu Mingfei observing the battle from the rooftop of a distant building with binoculars, or the students at Kassel College monitoring the entire city of Tokyo via satellite, they all knew that the battle was not over yet.

In the deep pit, Bai Ye's body slowly rose, his dark eyes gazing ahead.

At the center of the light, a huge hole appeared in the body of the enormous white dragon, but this did nothing to harm her.

She swayed, turned her head, and met Byakuya's gaze with her huge, crimson eyes, the same color as Erii's.

Kings versus kings, gods versus gods, or perhaps, monsters versus monsters.

In the heart of this utterly destroyed city, they stand in stark contrast.

Black Moon Tide: Chapter 150 Fantasy Greatsword - The Fall of the Heavenly Demon! (5K)

The 'Path to Godhood' is complete, and the permanent character card 'Siegfried' has been issued.

[The host has met the conditions for assimilating the character card 'Siegfried'. Assimilate?]

When Bai Ye, now a dragon, rode the divine punishment known as the "Staff of God" and returned to the earth like a fallen seraph, the system's cold voice finally rang in his mind, announcing the end of the ritual.

Without any definite words, his will itself is the most direct answer.

The Tokyo sky has never felt so oppressive.

It was as if an invisible hand had torn apart the velvet-like night sky, pouring the darkness of the entire universe over the city that never sleeps.

The air was so thick it was suffocating; every breath felt like inhaling a dense fog mixed with the smell of sulfur and blood.

The city's emergency lights appeared incredibly small and fragile in this darkness, like candles flickering in the wind. They were the only circuits that hadn't been damaged, and they could only project eerie and mottled light and shadow within a limited area.

This is not a natural phenomenon.

This is the "domain".

Just like Kronos's game realm, the White King himself can also use his powerful mental strength to distort a part of the real world into a form that conforms to his will.

At this moment, a thousand meters above Tokyo, the two are facing off.

One of them is the newly born White King.

Her body is the embodiment of mythology, the most perfect masterpiece of the Creator. Her nearly 100-meter-long dragon body is covered with pure white, flawless scales, each shimmering with a soft, moonlit luster, as if carved from the purest crystal.

Her form is elegant and agile, combining the power of a Western dragon with the streamlined beauty of an Eastern dragon. When her huge wings are spread, they are enough to cover the sky, and every slight flap will create a silent vortex of air.

Her head was held high with pride, and ancient, cold flames burned in her crimson vertical pupils—the kind of gaze only a god who sees all things as straw dogs would possess.

She is the embodiment of power and beauty, pure destruction and rebirth, the "reason" of this world itself.

Opposite her, the figure floating in the air appeared much smaller.

It was a humanoid figure completely encased in silver armor.

The armor's design is full of ferocious and violent aesthetics, with countless layers of silver scales forming a streamlined armor body, and the joints having ferocious protrusions like the bones of a beast.

The armor seemed alive, rising and falling slightly with its wearer's breath. A deep blue mark was visible on the chest, like an inextinguishable star, radiating a profound and powerful light in the darkness.

The Blood Armor of the Evil Dragon, made from Fafnir's scales—that's the name of the armor Bai Ye wore.

As Siegfried's character card was assimilated, a massive cross sword, over two meters long and gleaming with a simple silver light, slowly emerged from the void. Its blade was thick and its guard was ancient, as if bearing the weight of a thousand years of history and epic tales.

Bai Ye stretched out his ferocious dragon claws and gripped it tightly. Without any verbal introduction, the sword's true name and history flooded into his mind the moment they touched.

Its name is, Fantasy Greatsword - Balmuk.

At this moment, Siegfried, the heroic spirit originally summoned by the Holy Grail, completely merged with Bai Ye's body, which had fused with the power of the three kings.

The legendary dragon-slaying hero is no longer a phantom summoned by relics, but has truly descended upon this world in an unprecedented manner.

Bai Ye could clearly feel that what was beating in his chest was no longer just the heart of the Dragon King that had merged with the life force of Jormungandr.

It has transformed into a more powerful being. With each strong and powerful pump, it compresses and purifies the fifth element called "ether" or "void" flowing within its body to the extreme, and then transforms it into a purer energy called "true ether" or "magic," which is then transported throughout its body.

His heart has transformed into an inexhaustible magical furnace.

With each heartbeat, the magical power within Bai Ye's body surged, exploded, and surged wildly!

Although it is also a power from a Heroic Spirit, it is different from the Heroic Spirit Emiya. At this moment, what has been completely assimilated and merged with Bai Ye is Siegfried, the dragon slayer who bathed in dragon blood and killed evil dragons, the real Siegfried from mythology!

Furthermore, the power of three Dragon Kings was added to this original form!

Bai Ye's fighting style has always been direct and efficient; he is not the type to engage in lengthy probing before a battle.

Through the elemental vision of the newly born Dragon King, he could clearly "see" the weeping of the tiny soul belonging to Uesugi Erii deep within that perfect and enormous white dragon body.

The newly formed White King's consciousness was too vast, like a boundless ocean, while Erii's consciousness was like a small boat on that ocean, which could be capsized or even swallowed up at any moment.

The longer it drags on, the greater the chance that Erii will be completely erased.

Then, there is only one answer.

"Noble Phantasm Release."

Bai Ye's voice was deep and powerful. He suddenly twisted the hilt of the greatsword in his hand, as if opening the gate of destruction.

The magical core within him was operating at unprecedented power, pouring its vast, ocean-like magical energy into this treasure that embodied the legend of a hero's life.

"Om-"

The blade of the Fantasy Greatsword began to emit a deep hum, and golden light flowed like magma through its veins.

Then, a layer of deep and warm twilight light, like that of a sunset, completely enveloped the entire silver greatsword.

The light was not dazzling; instead, it carried a strange gentleness, as if it were about to drag the whole world into a grand and magnificent end.

Bai Ye raised his greatsword high, chanting the words of liberation.

His voice wasn't loud, but it shook the world rules that only the Dragon King could influence.

"The evil dragon will eventually fall."

Ancient vows echo through time and space.

"Light and shadow that cut everything off."

The twilight glow on the sword grew increasingly intense, as if it had gathered all the twilight in the world.

"The world has now reached sunset."

He pointed his sword directly at the white dragon that still hovered proudly in the air, his tiny figure reflected in the dragon's crimson eyes.

"I will knock you down—Fantasy Greatsword: Fallen Demon!"

There were no unnecessary movements, just the purest form of slashing.

But when this sword was swung, the world changed color.

The twilight light that had been swirling around Balumk erupted completely in that instant.

It was no longer a sword aura, but a moving twilight.

A massive curtain of light, stretching across the heavens and earth, swept irresistibly towards the enormous white dragon and all the ruins within a thousand meters around it, engulfing everything in its path.

Where the light of dusk passed, even the air ceased to exist.

It is not simply an energy surge, but a manifestation of the act of vanquishing a dragon.

It symbolizes ending and rebirth, and is the light of redemption.

The cursed holy sword Balmk possesses the properties of its original demonic sword, "Dawn of Destruction (Gram)," and can transform into a demonic sword of destruction or a holy sword of protection depending on the user's will.

Bai Ye's will at this moment is "salvation".

Therefore, this devastating attack has only one target: the newly born White King, a pure, sacred, and powerful dragon. It will precisely bypass Erii deep within the dragon's head without destroying her as well.

The Tokyo night sky was completely torn apart by this man-made twilight.

The light covered half of Tokyo's skyline, and all the buildings submerged by this twilight were silently disintegrated and erased.

Fortunately, the battlefield was high in the sky, and only the tops of those skyscrapers that were once city landmarks and the Tokyo Tower, which had appeared in countless movies and anime, were affected.

These reinforced concrete structures, like lines on a canvas forcefully erased by an eraser, vanished from the world without warning, yet cleanly and completely.

There was no explosion, no smoke or dust, only utter annihilation.