I'm doing a crossover anime/manga project, and I'm creating a new kind of "Moonlight&

The four great treasures bloomed in the night sky at this moment, and the three treasures collided, covering the entire night sky for hundreds of meters in a bizarre and destructive light.

In what seemed like an instant, yet also like eternity, a fierce wind swept through, the earth trembled, and the forest within a kilometer radius was scalped clean, leaving it as pathetic and desolate as a middle-aged or elderly person with baldness.

"This is terrifying. The clash of the three Noble Phantasms... is already close to the release of the Holy Sword of that corrupted king from Fuyuki."

Gudako muttered to herself.

In the Fuyuki Holy Grail War, that corrupted king was a formidable figure who defeated Servants one by one, including Hercules, and recruited them as his guards.

That black curry stick liberation was terrifying.

In short, she's not afraid of hand-to-hand combat with Servants; a flurry of punches could bring the three Servants above to their knees. But when it comes to Noble Phantasms...

Sorry, this thing is way too supermodel-worthy.

next moment.

Her eyes narrowed as the dragon, which had just been startled by the release of its Noble Phantasm, swooped down again. It was like a giant beast seven or eight stories high crashing down, and the force of the wind made the surrounding area feel heavy.

Gudako, holding the Desert Eagle, instinctively fired a shot at the giant dragon, preparing to throw the gun away and punch it.

next moment.

The Desert Eagle glowed with dazzling rune halos as it charged.

She clearly saw invisible, dazzling points of light converging around her, and the blinding flow of magic power that reached its peak was released along with the ignition of gunpowder.

The air seemed to sink, and then, with a whoosh, a dozen or so Mach rings lined up at the muzzle of the gun.

An invisible plasma beam transformed into a blood-red spear-like flame, roaring like a dragon's howl. It tore through the air, pierced through the vacuum, and pierced straight ahead, instantly blasting hundreds of meters away as it rose from the forest.

The three-headed dragon let out a mournful cry, unable to dodge in time, and was pierced through from front to back. Then, as she threw the gun, the 400-meter-long blood gun drew a graceful arc, tearing four or five dragons apart and sweeping away several hundred meters of forest before gradually fading.

Quiet.

Everyone stared at the young man in horror.

No, what are you taking out? Isn't that a bit too powerful?

The power was not just great, it was terrifying.

After several breaths.

Joan of Arc, who had just been bathed in light from above, realized something, silently touched her head, and then saw a handful of charred hair in her hand. She immediately showed a wronged expression as if she was about to cry.

Because of her natural superhuman strength and short hair, she was always mistaken for a boy from a young age. It took her a long time to grow her hair to this waist-length, smooth length...

Gudako finally snapped out of her daze, holding the remaining silver Desert Eagle, and turned to look blankly at the purple-haired girl:

"Mash, this thing is way more powerful than magic..."

That's amazing!

The dragon's steel frame was easily sliced ​​through as if it were butter; it was a complete massacre.

and many more.

Did I just throw the gun?

next moment.

Seeing the Servant in the sky move slightly as if to snatch something, Gudako pounced on the Golden Desert Eagle she had thrown away like a vicious dog, frantically rubbing her face against the barrel of the spear, looking completely infatuated.

Ah, the smell of gunpowder.

Ah, the cold, metallic feel.

Ah, ferocious, rugged, wildly cool, and incredibly powerful.

I want it! I really want it!

Simultaneously.

"die--!"

Silently.

A half-naked, charred woman appeared behind Rother, who had just pulled out another RGP. Her cold eyes were fixed on the back of his head as she gripped a blood-stained rapier and stabbed it toward Rother's buttocks.

To everyone's astonishment, Assassin plunged in, nearly falling in himself, but there was no movement in front of Rother.

Is it really a four-dimensional chrysanthemum?

Gudako stared at the Desert Eagle she had just licked and kissed a couple of times, her expression freezing and her eyes widening in confusion.

no....

Fortunately.

What is this old lady trying to do?

Rother turned to the side, revealing a deep, dark spatial rift behind him, into which the assassin was thrusting an arm.

"Hehe~"

The young man said it casually.

Elizabeth (Camilla)'s expression changed drastically. She tried to pull her right arm away, but the spatial rift suddenly closed, severing the general's arm as easily as cutting butter.

He said blood was spilled like it was free, but it seems he was wrong; vampire blood is also fluid.

"How dare you harm my beautiful body..."

Clutching her severed arm, Elizabeth's face was contorted in pain.

"beauty?"

Rosser paused for a moment, then said sincerely, "Do you want to look in a mirror? If you don't open your mouth and speak, I won't even know where you are. If this were modern times, Captain America would have to admit that he has a black friend like you, no matter where you stand."

Elizabeth was furious. There were Black people in this world, and she fully understood Rosser's insult.

Blood from the severed arm converged, and a new, fair arm grew, as she roared ferociously.

"Kill him, kill him. The problem lies with him. Kill him at all costs."

With a wave of his hand, a bloody wave of magic surged forth, and countless resentful faces of young girls could be faintly seen struggling in agony upon it.

They were probably all killed by her, and her blood was used to bathe in in order to maintain their youthful purity.

It could be jealousy, or it could be greed; in any case...

"How ugly..."

Rosser said it casually.

This thing has absolutely no aesthetic appeal; it's no different from those decadent aristocrats in real life. I'm not playing it anymore...

His wide-sleeved robe fluttered in the moonlight. He spread his palms, and the moonlight from the sky gathered into beams that cascaded down, condensing into two sword lights that seemed to flow like water.

The sword light reflected the bright moon in the sky, and the bright moon reflected his spirit, which lingered in the vast sky and rested on the clouds, cold, tranquil, and clear.

The moment the sword appeared in his hand, all the Servants within a one-kilometer radius felt their hearts leap, and the birds and beasts throughout the hundreds of kilometers of the forest froze in place.

The mental warning in my mind roared and howled like a madman!

They were constantly reminded, "Danger! Very dangerous! Extremely dangerous!"

Just looking at that sword light sent a sharp pain through my brow, my nerves screaming in agony, "I'm going to die! I'm going to die! I'm going to die!"

It's as if my fate is entirely in someone else's hands; my destiny is in the hands of others, not in my own.

immediately.

Rother gently thrust out his sword, as serene as the autumn moon over a calm lake, causing the roaring river of blood and the falling leaves to pause slightly before splitting in two and collapsing with a deafening roar.

Without a single pause.

Rother swung his sword with his right hand, as all-pervasive as moonlight, effortlessly evaporating the sinister black mist that had been attacking from behind, along with the berserk Lancer Vlad III within it.

"Gone?"

Gudako said blankly.

"Gone...both body and soul, consciousness and spirit foundation were killed by that sword."

Marian slowly landed, her voice hoarse, "I feel that he even annihilated this part of the record with that sword."

A fallen hero, and Vlad III, Romania's greatest hero...

Body, soul, and even the records associated with it were all annihilated by this single sword strike.

That's too simplistic; it's like crushing a grasshopper.

Similarly, killing her would only require one sword strike, which would also erase this part of her record.

even.....

Marian and Mozart looked horrified, sensing that if the person before them wanted to, they could easily erase them from the Throne of Heroes.

That means real death for the Servant...

In front.

Holding two swords that flowed like water, Rosser turned his head to look.

"Ahhhh——!"

Elizabeth was terrified and fled in a streak of blood.

As Rosser flicked his sword, the moonlit blade transformed into a pool of silvery autumn water, shimmering and glittering, sweeping across the sky with tranquility and peace, as well as a chilling indifference.

Like the end of everything, it vanishes in a flash, like the end of all things.

The forest, stretching for thousands of meters, was cleaved open by the moonlight. As the moonlight spilled out, everything along the way—trees, birds, insects, and even the frozen image of Elizabeth—seemed to be erased by an eraser, gradually fading away and disappearing without a trace, as if it had never existed.

Even the army of the dead, devoid of self, instinctively froze, every cell and every particle of them filled with fear—fear of utter annihilation.

"Oh, and you guys too."

The young man reached out and summoned two sword lights that merged together, passing through the army of the undead and, with a gentle twist, slaying tens of thousands of undead monsters scattered throughout the forest.

then.

The forest returned to silence, probably...

At this moment.

Mashu opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

Now even she knows how big of a problem this guy is. This isn't a matter of whether he's a follower or not; he's practically a god!

Gudako swallowed hard.

Ah this...

Was her attitude a bit rude before? Is it too late for her to lick this man's shoes now?

"May I ask which deity has manifested in this world?"

Saint Martha sighed and slowly turned around, but the piercing pain and instinctive fear made her smile bitterly.

I simply can't face it; even standing in front of it makes me want to kneel down.

"I apologize for appearing before you in such an unclean manner, even though I have repeatedly told myself to be a worthy saint..."

She turned to Gudako: "I only came to test you while I still had some remaining rationality. If you can't even defeat me, then you certainly can't defeat the Dragon Witch who rides the ultimate dragon. But now..."

Martha shook her head: "No matter how powerful they are, they're still just beyond the limits of a Servant..."

The rest was left unsaid, clearly implying that even the ultimate dragon species was no match for this lord, and could potentially be killed with a single sword strike.

"Really?"

Gudako's eyes lit up, and she cautiously approached Rosser.

"It's fake, who would help you? And..."

Rother held out his hand: "Give me back my things, and I'm not a god."

"Eh?"

Gudako looked completely bewildered. "What are you talking about? I don't understand at all."

"My gun."

"What gun? I have absolutely no idea."

Gudako gave a cute, blank smile.