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The boy was startled: "You guys have warhammers in this wretched world?"

I miscalculated. I haven't paid attention to any of their works in the past few years. Instead, I've become hopelessly obsessed with the black and white stockings of the second-generation female gamer.

Kurumi facepalms.

How did this guy become an evil god?

Isn't he the culprit who destroyed the world? Instead of properly planning your evil world-destroying scheme, you spend all your time having fun and not making any progress. How can you be a good evil god?

"Oh, then I remembered it wrong."

The boy coughed lightly, his expression unchanged: "Let me make one up for you again."

He's not acting at all!

"Let's just get straight to the point. You're probably just a human right now, so are you really confident you can rival a Servant?"

Kurumi has been observing for several days, so this can be confirmed.

Unlike the period before the Fourth Shinobi World War, when the other party manifested in the world as a Servant, the boy now has clearly become human.

How?

Are evil gods really that free?

World Sang, give it your all!

They've been infiltrating for so long, they're practically ready to taunt you by dancing on your grave, you should at least give them some reaction, even just strike them with lightning would be fine.

"A mere follower is nothing to mention. I, Luo, am a martial arts saint. My Six Paths Reincarnation Divine Fist is invincible and unparalleled throughout the ages. All demons bow down and all gods worship. A follower is nothing. Even if it were the original spirit of a hero, I, Luo, would not be afraid."

The boy had clearly thought of a new concept, and his chiseled face exclaimed, "The human body may have a low starting point, but its potential is limitless."

Although the Servant is strong, he is limited by his Spirit Origin. He is nothing more than a target for sale. I can take his head as easily as taking something out of a bag.

Back in the day, on Mount Olympus, with the Blade of Chaos in my left hand and the Divine Blade of Salvation in my right, I hacked my way from Apollo's Temple at Delphi to the Parthenon, and from the Parthenon to the Temple of Zeus. I smashed everything in my path and slashed every god I encountered. I, Kratos, killed gods without blinking an eye; goddesses wept at night and gods cried during the day..."

The sound stopped abruptly, and the boy was startled again.

Oops, I misspoke.

"Were you just talking about Kratos? Actually, this is about someone else's story?"

Kurumi asked suspiciously.

"I'm not! I didn't! Stop talking nonsense!"

The boy coughed and said, "That's not important... Anyway, you know how powerful Zeus is, the king of the gods, right? I just went up and slashed him twice, and there was blood everywhere, flowing from Olympus to Argos."

Gaia! She's one of the four primordial gods, Chaos's own daughter. She dared to bare her teeth at me? I'd break one of her legs too…”

The young man held up one finger: "Back then, I was just a human being. So what if I was human? I could still easily defeat the gods."

Kurumi silently approached Rider: "Is what he said true?"

If it were anyone else, she wouldn't believe a word of it, just considering them a fellow chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur).

But this evil god Sama....

"No...."

Rider shook his head, somewhat confused.

She remembered that the twelve main gods were all machine gods, so they shouldn't have divine blood, right? Could they be talking about machine oil?

"Alright, just tell me what to do. Do you need my help? By the way, I've already formed a contract with a Caster over there..."

As she spoke, Kurumi looked at Rider.

It seems to be from Greek mythology as well. It's quite a coincidence that two figures from Greek mythology appeared in one Holy Grail War.

"You don't need to lift a finger."

The boy turned around and looked intently at Medusa: "Asha, I'll unleash my aura to attract the Servants later. If no one comes, you go. I don't believe that the Servants will be fighting and no one will come."

It's up to you now!

"Oh, okay, I'll hold back."

Rider, the mature woman, nodded somewhat blankly, then, feeling it wasn't sincere enough, nodded more earnestly.

No wonder her two older sisters bullied her; anyone would be tempted to bully someone so easy to bully.

but....

"...What made you have the misconception that I was asking you to go easy on me?"

this moment.

The boy... no, the young man's demeanor had changed. He slowly stood up, exuding a heroic and spirited air, his brows sharp as knives, his aura seemingly materializing and spreading out, forming a whirlwind that swept through the hall.

"I am the invincible god of fists, the martial god of the century, Luo Shentong. There is no one in this era who can rival me. Rider, I hope you will use your full strength, otherwise... you will die!"

Different.

totally different.

That majestic and imposing aura, like a mountain rising from the ground, truly resembles a martial artist standing at the pinnacle of the era, overlooking the past and present, invincible and unbeatable.

At this moment, it was completely impossible to connect him with that boy.

In that domineering mindset of "I am the only one who can do it," they might even experience hallucinations, hallucinating a whole new era.

A decadent era.

The imperial court was corrupt and incompetent, and levied exorbitant taxes; the gentry and their factions were arrogant and domineering, often wiping out entire families; and foreigners committed atrocities and indiscriminately killed innocent people.

Officials chanted slogans of peace and prosperity for the country and the people.

On one side, there is peace and tranquility, singing and dancing, and prosperity; on the other side, there are roads paved with bones, cannibalism among parents and children, and a cruelty worse than that of animals.

That was the darkest, most corrupt, and most desperate moment for that land.

At that moment, a person stepped forward, his eyes burning with boundless killing intent...

Gang bullying?

kill!

Is the government tyrannical?

kill!

Landlords exploiting people?

kill!

Foreigners are the ones who commit these atrocities?

Kill kill kill kill kill kill! ! !

From south to north, from west to east, clad in blood, treading on corpses, they fought their way to a brighter world, to a world where right and wrong were clearly defined! They fought their way to a world without flaws...

Just as bloodlust ignited in everyone's eyes, and they were about to be dragged into that hellish killing field...

Everything came to an abrupt end!

Rosser suppressed his terrifying martial will, seemingly oblivious to everything, and waved his hand: "Come on, Ame, let's choose a battlefield. Tonight, I'll stretch my muscles and see how much the current Servants have improved compared to last time, and how many punches they can take..."

No one spoke.

Everyone present, whether it was Kurumi and her group or the millions hidden in the field of vision, had already been left behind in that sea of ​​blood and hell.

Amidst boundless killing intent, a surging sea of ​​blood crashed down from the sky.

That overwhelming vastness, sweeping away everything and engulfing all, is something that no individual will can resist.

No one doubted it anymore.

No one spoke again.

From the perspective of.

Kurumi only snapped out of her daze when Rosser and Rider had already disappeared into the distance.

"He... this time, it seems he's not joking..."

The girl murmured.

Even just recalling it makes her feel like an ordinary person frozen in fear in the face of nature, unable to move.

How many people must have been killed...?

From the perspective of.

Countless people were only then jolted awake, a flash of crimson light appearing in their eyes, their killing intent boiling uncontrollably, only slowly subsiding after a long time.

In reality, I was drenched in cold sweat, and my eyes were filled with uncontrollable terror.

They had a feeling that if they stared at them for too long, their minds might really be consumed by murderous intent, turning them into millions of Asuras who would turn the world into hell.

"Who exactly is he...?"

The black cat's eyes were filled with terror, and its voice was hoarse.

At first I thought he was just an ordinary young nobleman, but you're telling me he's actually a very unreliable and interesting boy in private?

Ah, I'm suddenly starting to like her.

Then they discovered it was an old silver coin; the coin was incredibly cunning.

Moreover, he's very strong; he might even be in the top three among Masters.

In your world of old silver coins, we ordinary people really don't belong.

Now?

I don't know, there's no way to know, but he's definitely not a young master from the Matou family.

"...Stop talking, all I want to say is that Chaldea is in big trouble this time."

Asuna murmured.

As someone from the martial arts side, she could feel the terror within that will even more.

That's not a question of martial arts will or willpower.

That was already a blood-red world. She had no doubt that if it were real, the consciousness of millions, tens of thousands, and nearly ten million people from thousands of perspectives would probably all be trapped inside.

Falling into that blood-red hell, in the sea of ​​Asura blood, eternal torment, with no escape.

Hell.

It was as if the undead had fought their way out of the most brutal battlefield, bringing hell back to the human world.

"I...I have an idea..."

Xiao Tongtong asked in a trembling voice, "Could the answer that the player found to clear the game be him? In other words... he's the one who killed all of humanity, even all life on this planet...?"

No one spoke.

Clearly, they had considered this as well...

From a certain angle of view.

Toyokawa Shoko hugged herself tightly, looking pitiful, weak, and helpless.

Mr. Rosser's new form +2.

The psychological trauma inflicted by Mr. Rosser is +99999...!

At this moment, she mourned for another version of herself.

Give up, Xiangzi, you can't win.

.....

"It's a school? That's absolutely outrageous..."

On top of the building.

The night wind blew through the cloak as the red-clad hero gazed at the crimson barrier above the distant academy and sighed.

"He's inhuman! He even kills children. Can he really be considered a hero of antiquity?"

The red-haired Heroic Spirit clicked his tongue in disapproval, but his eyes remained indifferent.

But Shoko Tohsaka clenched her fists, her whole body radiating coldness.