Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"My lord is here!"

A pure white iris banner stands before the mound, fluttering in the wind, shutting out the darkness that tears the world apart.

The blonde saintess with braided pigtails, holding Saint Catherine's sword in one hand and a white iris flag in the other, knelt in devout prayer.

Six pairs of blazing white wings slowly unfurled behind the holy maiden, sheltering the light in the darkness.

"Tachibana, there's something you've misunderstood..."

Samael turned a golden clay tablet engraved with various runes in front of him, a faint smile appearing on his lips, his gaze meaningful.

"While there is an element of 'luck' in the fact that this planet, and we, have survived to this day, it is by no means entirely due to so-called 'luck'!"

The saint rose after finishing her prayers, waving her flag once more.

Lord, have mercy on me...

The silver cross cloak vanished into the golden waves of light and sand as she looked up at the sky.

At first it was just a tiny point, like a shooting star streaking across the sky, trailing a long and bright beam of light.

The servants fell purposefully from the highest point of the sky, or rather, from the sky that had shattered the chaos.

The sky became deep and unfathomable, and then it was as if a sea of ​​stars slowly emerged from the water, its light still dim.

The next second, all the stars were lit up one after another, and they began to fall.

Countless long and bright lights existed as if burning, shining brilliantly against the boundless night sky, forming a continuous expanse.

Unlike the light ribbon that travels against the current and burns the world, it is a more magnificent and forward-moving beauty.

As the first rays of starlight descended from the sky to the ground, the French saint lightly raised her banner and leaped down from the height.

As far as the eye can see, there are countless seeds of fantasy floating in the sky, and countless trees of fantasy that blot out the sun. From the scattered void, countless branches tear through the starlight and lash out.

She walked forward.

Behind her, countless golden starlight fell, light and sand scattered, and figures emerged one by one, with barriers unfolding calmly.

No matter how the Imagination Tree attacked or how the monsters tore at them, they remained as steadfast as rocks standing in the waves.

Samael slowly opened his arms, embracing the stars that touched the sky (the extreme heavens), and looked solemnly and proudly at the Chaos Evil and the alien god opposite him who were completely stunned.

"Take a moment to appreciate this story that belongs to the past... to the planet... to us...!"

The forces of good and evil within the Seed of Lamentation, channeled through him, surged into the boundless Star Court—

The world freezes for a moment, then starts moving again.

Gods from different civilizations, and heroic spirits from the past or the future, will once again escort the humanity they acknowledge forward!

Legend has it that the noble knight king stood with his spear, his azure eyes open. Pure light and sand gathered like fireflies as she gathered magic, and the Wind King's Barrier rose up. His blue cloak billowed like waves in the invisible air currents, and his pupils were crystal clear.

The infamous witch, wielding a scepter and her veil billowing in the wind, unleashed a holy lance woven from magic from the sky, showering down azure baptism.

On the other side where the fireflies gathered, Joan of Arc (Alter) emerged from the flames. A raging dragon adorned the black, fluttering banner, and her jet-black armor gleamed with intense heat. The ground around her feet was charred black, as if her golden, vertical pupils were also scorched with flames. The Dragon Witch drew her longsword from the flames, pointing it forward, a dangerous smile spreading across her lips.

Above the flames, vast expanses of red petals rained down, and a magnificent palace unfolded beneath golden heels. The infamous tyrant of Roman imperial history, a champion of art, rose in full bloom amidst the annals of history, drawing back the curtain of the theater. Nero Claudius, the sixth beast with two horns, spread his arms wide: "Come! Appreciate my talent, hear the thunderous applause! Then praise, praise this golden theater!"

Endless jewels surged forth from the golden theater like waves, and tens of thousands of gold coins flowed atop the familiar pirate ship that broke through the ice. At the peak of that dazzling accumulation, the great captain, known for his legendary feat of "shooting down the sun," raised his treasures and squandered them recklessly, laughing incessantly.

"Glory belongs to the Argonauts!"

Another captain floated into the air and stood at the bow of the ship on the stormy sea, a cynical smile on his face. Under his helm, the ancient warship cleaved through the waves on the ocean of the giant gods of the age of gods!

The demonic spear of crimson thorns merges with the King of the Shadow Realm; the crimson-armored beast and the magnificent warrior step out; the city of the Land of Death descends from the sky; the aura of death, mixed with a chilling killing intent, tears through the air.

Scáthach retrieved her magic spear, Skadi brandished her wand, turned to look at the Irish and Norse heroes behind her, and sternly reprimanded, "Too slow! Again!"

"Tsk!"

Even though it had been a long time, the journey to save humanity remained vividly in his mind, shining brightly. Samael counted each star, and the figures he had encountered in different civilizations appeared in the silent light.

Among them were heroes, war gods, kings, scholars, deities, and demons...

They are of different races and speak different languages, yet their fates are intertwined beneath their skin;

They lived in different eras and had different experiences, yet they harmonized the symphony of this star within the fabric of civilization!

The saint cried out: "O heroic spirits gathered in this realm, each capable of defeating a thousand or ten thousand! Hear my plea!"

Even if we were originally irreconcilable enemies, even if we were people from different eras who had no connection, let us now entrust our backs to each other, not to stop the end of the world, but to pave the way for us, the contractors!

My true name is Joan of Arc, and I will become your strong shield in the name of the Lord!

The Servants unleash their Noble Phantasms as if chanting an epic of destiny, offering their loyalty to their gods, their kings, and their contractors.

"Gathering the breath of the stars in the sky, the flow of brilliant life..."

"If gods truly exist in this world, they would surely punish me. This is forged from hatred, my soul roars—"

The Storm King's two forms, now wielding the Holy Lance, appeared, riding in on their warhorses with a resounding clang. Don Starion reared up and neighed, dust whipping across their cold, sharp brows. The razor-sharp, perfectly formed Rungomminiad was raised high, and the two unleashed their Noble Phantasms in unison:

"Holy Lance! Pull anchor—"

The winding peaks of Abif rise, Venus falls and explodes, the vain sky garden and the pharaoh's sun boat fly over the ice field, and swans dancing in the electronic sea offer the final song.

The shadow of the Arima crypt slowly appeared, Typhon's offspring spread across the land, and Saint Martha picked up the cross from her chest and sang the baptismal chant in a deep and slow voice.

Before the flaming skull, the aura of the Sixth Demon King rose steadily. The black shadow servants leaped out from the ink-like barrier. The black and white Heaven's Cups held hands and stepped forward, while the magical girl unleashed a dream summoning.

A graceful arc of light flashed across the other side as Ryougi Shiki stood behind Samael with her back to him, her light and elegant sleeves hanging down quietly.

The woman frowned and snorted as she looked at the familiar faces from Misaki City gathered in the "light": "You'd better step back a bit."

The silver-haired bounty hunter, with his favorite Yanlong brand cigarette dangling from his lips, looked around for a moment, then leaned over to one of his fellow enthusiasts behind him: "Can I borrow a light?"

The Grand Puppeteer snapped his fingers, lit a cigarette in front of him, and lit one for himself as well.

Amidst the swirling smoke, the Blue Mage, unable to bear it any longer, rushed out first to avoid inhaling secondhand smoke.

Even on the icy plains, the sound of the waves can be heard, because someone is wielding a brush and writing calligraphy!

"OmSudristihSriyeSvaha, OmMahaSriyerbhaveSvaha! O Mysterious Emperor who sees through all things, O King of the Stars who embraces the eight directions from the North Star! I offer this entire masterpiece! Please take a look! Mount Fuji - Thirty-Six Views!"

The spell of the Outer God climbed onto the eyelashes of the giant eyes.

"Ygnaiih, ygnaiih, thflthkh'ngha..."

"NyarshthanNyargashanna...",

The witches, who possessed forbidden knowledge, held dolls and walked hand in hand, as if they were on a spring outing.

"Now is the moment of judgment; I appeal to your name..."

A goddess of justice, dressed in pure white and with her face veiled, walks through the starry sky, turning the scales of justice.

Wisdom is on the left, discerning good from evil; revenge is on the right, carrying out judgment.

The eighty-eight shining constellations, with the laws of God, restrain the morality of people's hearts.

"Father God, Runes, grant me strength!"

Neatly arranged Valkyries, wielding spears and shields, descended from the sky; warships formed from the bones and fingernails of the dead unleashed the chilling mist of Helheim; and elegant giant wolves strode across the icy plains.

Amidst the cawing of ravens, an old man draped in a cloak opened his single eye and stepped across the bridge formed by rainbows.

"The gears of the world have broken. Now is the time for cleansing, now is the time for calamity. My returning sword will sever evil..."

The final, pitch-black god, bearing golden wings of light, came alone.

"Sky, tear it apart! Stars, shatter it! Everything in the heavens is mine, all that rules the stars is mine! I am the thunder that tears the stars apart!"

Lightning exploded, the void trembled, and the Greek Godfather, holding a scepter, was old yet majestic.

"Golden winds, a scorching heart, a spiraling heaven, the ultimate. I am the last sun—! Celestial body, descending from the universe!!"

A winged serpent descended from beyond the realm, like a shining emerald star.

A meteor shower blanketed the earth, but Samael still gazed at the sky, as if waiting for something.

A voice rang out, and the golden Heavenly Lock fell from the clouds, turning into flowing life before touching the ancient serpent's fingers. The green-haired clay doll smiled and spontaneously grasped the hand of its old friend.

"Servant Lancer, Enkidu. Activated at your request."

He didn't know why he was repeating the words he had just heard when they first met, but the next moment the Garula spirits marched in formation, flower buds bloomed, and the goddess of the underworld, wearing a crown, stepped forward and touched Samael's forehead, raising an even brighter smile.

"Long time no see, Master?"

The oldest king, transformed into a child, stands in the sky, holding the Key of Royal Law, and opens the radiant gates of Babylon.

"At the time of judgment, this is all that is needed to discern the original principle!"

Finally, ripples spread through the void, starlight stirred like the surface of a lake, and a pair of emerald green touches of the earth emerged from the abyss, their magnificent wings slowly unfurling.

"NegaGenesis, unfold. — My steadfast son, you will surely defy the principles of creation. NammuDuranki…"

In the colorless world, the primordial goddess emerged from the womb of stars, joyfully and lovingly gazing down upon her divine child.

With just one glance, all loneliness vanished and all expectations were fulfilled.

Countless golden pages arrived, and streaks of golden sand were traced from Samael's fingertips, as stories and tales of the past were told and passed down.

Concept Extraction: Absolute Warcraft Frontier

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Concept Extraction: The Time of the Covenant

Concept Extraction: The Eternal Roundtable Domain

Concept Extraction: The Crimson Lotus Saintess

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Concept Extraction: A Story of Love and Hope

Amidst these exaggerated sounds and lights, all the destruction came crashing down.

All miracles are revealed here.

"Real name, confession."

With the help of the great sage Merlin and the dream demon Merry, a portal of light opened silently. From the passage at the end, fairy knights and knights of the round table filed out and gathered around the beam of light.

Samael raised his hand to receive the Star Holy Sword offered by the six fairies, drew its edge, and pointed it forward.

"Seal Thirteen – Roundtable Decision Start!"

"—Merlin/Meryl, admit it!"

"—This battle is a battle against those stronger than ourselves—Bedewell, acknowledge it!"

"—This battle is not a battle against the spirits—Lancelot/Lancelot, I admit it!"

"—This battle, a battle against evil—Mordred, acknowledges it!"

"—This battle is not a battle fought out of personal desire—Galahad, admit it!"

"—This battle is a battle for survival—Kai, admit it!"

"..."

The Knights of the Round Table and the Fairy Knights drew their swords in response.

Finally, Samael, in a gesture akin to receiving a medal, placed the sword above a delicate shoulder and solemnly spoke.

"—This battle is the battle to save the world—Arthur, I admit it!"

(During the time of the Nameless Holy Swordsman, Samael operated in Britain under the name Arthur.)

Countless beliefs surged into her body, countless voices echoed in her ears, and the pink-haired girl's mind was in a state of chaos, but her hands gripping the heavy shield tightened instinctively, and the true name of the Chalk City uttered from her lips instinctively—

“I will stand upon calamity.”

"That is our homeland, the place that can heal all wounds and all resentments."

As long as the heart does not yield, the city walls will never collapse.

As long as you never give up, the journey will never end.

It is an ideal land, its name is Avalon!