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But the King of Gold realized the truth.

Moreover, the ambitions of humanity in that world went far beyond merely binding the gods; they were...

He asked incredulously, "Are you trying to replicate the great feat of 'creating humans'?"

"Creating humans?"

Merlin and Saber were taken aback, but quickly realized what was happening and exclaimed in disbelief, "You want to turn gods into humans? To replicate the birth of humanity?"

Merlin is a truly immortal species that has lived for nearly two thousand years.

Modern research findings are also understood.

It is very clear that the human species, from its thinking to its genes, is chaotic.

Simply put, moral values ​​of good and evil are acquired; infants are born as a state of chaos, devoid of good and evil.

Genetically, 98 percent of genes are chaotic and disordered; it is the remaining 2 percent of genes that shape the human physiognomy.

This is the ancient Eastern philosophy: the Great Way is fifty, but one of them is omitted.

(Or, the Heavenly Way is 49.)

An amazing coincidence.

Or... it's not a coincidence.

In short, the other side clearly believes that since the Chaos Gods are like human infants, lacking both good and evil and possessing only instincts, then...

It's about teaching them like babies!

Let God become man!

They wanted to mold the Chaos Gods into the image of the benevolent gods of their world.

The myths that may even have been used to shape the gods of chaos are not much different from the myths of pan-human history.

(Lunar History)

and many more!

Merlin's eyes snapped open as he stared blankly at the mark of himself on the First Flame Altar, and an even more terrifying conjecture arose within him.

Were the gods of their world truly benevolent from the beginning?

(Merlin is just emotionless, not devoid of feelings.)

If his guess is correct, then who exactly is the pan-human history? Or was there once a pan-human history?

This terrifying thought sent chills down his spine.

Gods are beings of such imposing stature that they are not merely divine servants...

The young man chuckled lightly: "But a ritual is just a ritual after all. From ancient times to the present, the gods who broke away from the ravages of the land and brought disasters in mythology have never ceased to exist, and are called... disobedient gods!"

Almost all the Servants present were heroes of the Age of Gods who had witnessed the overwhelming power of the gods.

One can easily imagine how those Great Old Ones, imprisoned and bound for tens of thousands of years, would unleash their fury and rampage once they broke free from the shackles of 'myth'...

"Disobedience? To imprison the gods in mythology and to call those who break free disobedience—how domineering, how arrogant!"

The King of Gold laughed loudly, grabbing his face and laughing uproariously: "Hahaha, there is actually a being more arrogant than me! I acknowledge you, Berserker!"

"so....."

He suddenly looked at the young man: "The god-slayers you're talking about are the ones who deal with these gods who have broken away from mythology and returned to chaos, right?"

"good."

Rosser nodded slightly: "That's how it is."

Needless to say, his current nature as an altar and as fire speaks for itself.

It is now a prison for the gods called the Lord of Cinder, and an anchor that holds everything together.

"Berserker, why was your world predetermined?"

Saber couldn't help but ask.

Only she didn't care about those secrets; she cared more about the people in that world.

It's already a mature processing mechanism, isn't it?

"Because of fear."

Feeling the suppressive gaze, the young man sighed: "The fear of the universe... We were not defeated by the gods, nor by the warp, but by the universe that should have been our support... It abandoned us."

"The subspace did not originate from our universe, but was an invasion from another universe; that threat is far too terrifying..."

As intelligent life continues to become more active, the number of chaotic gods is increasing exponentially, and the so-called gods are nothing more than the tentacles of entities derived from them.

Therefore... even our universe is filled with fear, and has chosen betrayal and oblivion.

The young man said calmly, "The so-called parallel world is the infinite possibility of the universe."

However, while possibilities are infinite, the universe is finite, and the actual entities are only about two hundred times larger than the observable universe.

Therefore, pruning unnecessary branches is necessary. Since pruning is going to be done anyway, why not prune our high-risk world line?

Thus, we who fought against the warp on the front lines, against the Chaos Gods, were betrayed, forgotten, abandoned, and sunk into absolute nothingness until they vanished without a trace....

(This is the latest scientific data, and the shape of the universe is also a donut, or you can call it a ring.)

Pain, resentment, anger...

Even with just a slight sense of empathy, the heroes present could imagine the fury and disbelief.

Or rather, many heroes have this experience: the anger of being betrayed by those they protect.

But then the world betrayed us.

Some deep-seated inhibitory forces shrank back.

"Even so, you have found a way to survive, but the price is..."

Saber, who had been feeling sympathy and pity for that world's fate, suddenly narrowed her eyes and retreated warily: "The soul of a god?"

"Indeed, to be precise, it is a soul comparable to that of the gods."

The man nodded, slowly turned around, and his deep voice echoed in the night sky: "Let me introduce myself again. I am Luo Hao, the leader of the Five Prisons Sect, the oldest god-slayer, the last king, and the last King of Cinder."

Now, this body belongs to a demon king who travels through all realms, here to hunt qualified souls.

(The original title of the Godkiller story is "The Demon King of Pilgrimage".)

A powerful aura surged forth, as if unleashing its true form, forming a materialized whirlwind that forced the followers to retreat repeatedly.

And those sharp eyes were fixed directly on Enkidu.

Clearly, the soul he acknowledged was that of the clay figurine of the gods, meaning he believed that the soul of this prop was more qualified than that of the heroes present!

this moment.

The followers felt both admiration and anger.

The anger of being scorned.

They finally understood what the man meant by his earlier talk of being restless towards Enkidu.

That was a hunter who had gone out hunting and finally found a suitable prey.

The goal is to hunt it down and throw its remains into the flames to perpetuate life in the world.

Yes, he is right in his self-proclaimed title; to other worlds, he is the Demon King who travels through all realms.

"Hey boss, how did you manage to let this guy in?"

Merlin was in a panic.

Their world is probably saved, but countless other worlds are doomed.

What's even more terrifying is that he confirmed it.

If we make this thing a Servant, what if it manages to infiltrate Valhalla? It would be like a black bear entering a rice granary.

Will Valhalla still have any stock left by then?

For some reason, the quality of souls in this world is exceptionally high; there might be quite a few that are qualified to be burned.

This damned world is doomed.

......

"Could what that officer said be true?"

A certain street.

Kazuma looked at Ayanokouji with chattering teeth.

Good news: It's confirmed, this is definitely the superior officer.

Bad news: This commander is still positioned as a world-ending boss.

This damn familiar feeling.

He could almost see the officer saying: "Watch out, I'm about to transform into the world-destroying boss again."

Yaoshou.

Last time, the swordsman commander was lured to the main world, where the commander's true form personally took him in.

How do we win this time?

Moreover, this one, whether it's the superior's counterpart or a past existence, seems even stronger than the superior.

Oh shit, it's over.

Volume 1: Chapter 124 Merlin: I can't hold on, let's switch players!

Don't talk about them.

Kurumi Tokisaki, who personally made a pact with Rosser and was the one who pulled him into this world, was a little flustered.

Could she... could she really have dragged a world-destroying demon king into this?

Don't scare me, you damn god.

But at this moment...

She didn't have time to care about these things, because she had sent out a bunch of clones to run around, causing them to see things they shouldn't have, and someone had already come to silence them.

"It's not too late to back down now..."

Under the moonlight.

Kurumi Tokisaki slowly turned around, her beautiful eyes, one gold and one red, looking at the figure standing quietly in the darkness of the forest.

no answer.

The figure surrounded by the ominous black skirt merely watched her indifferently, its serpentine tentacles writhing and emanating an unsettling aura.

"So language can't solve this?... I really don't want to fight you."

Kurumi sighed, then suddenly raised her flintlock pistol—"Zafkiel—!"

The earth trembled, the surrounding space blurred, the colors faded, and a magnificent clock slowly emerged.

"By the way, I'm quite confident in my survival skills, and you don't want me to reveal your secrets, do you?"

Kurumi chuckled alluringly.

The answer came from her enormous tentacles, which tore through the earth and rose up, covered in scarlet patterns, spanning dozens of meters and tearing through the storm.

Almost at the same time.

Kurumi's expression changed drastically as she realized that her clones had lost contact with her, and that almost half of them had been lost in an instant.

She realized that her opponent had long ago located her clone and had launched a surprise attack while the God of Desire was away.

......

"As expected, the biggest threat is the Berserker!"

roof.

Somewhat embarrassed, Emiya Kiritsugu gritted his teeth.