Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Several pillars of wind swept down, piercing through the heavens and earth. Winged spirits descended gracefully, their interwoven patterns of light transforming into soaring eagles, stirring up a fierce vacuum storm as they swooped forward.

Song of Grail

—O Holy Grail of Wind, tear it apart!

A boundless, azure world unfolds, its waves rippling. A saint with turquoise eyes, formed from water, her face devoid of compassion, moves with such demeanor that pale white frost instantly freezes the entire surface of the water.

Song of Grail

—Blue Grail, freeze!

Almost simultaneously, the elemental avatars in the four-color space, whose emergency mechanisms had been activated, launched a full-scale attack to eliminate the intruders.

The Four Holy Grail Wars... The Four Elemental Grails...

The repeated failures and empty promises... [The Cornerstone of the World]...

The Holy Grail... Pandora's Box...

What is the connection between these two things?

As the ancient serpent gazed at the four-colored elemental modules suspended in the starry sky, each reflecting the outline of the Holy Grail, a sense of doubt began to creep over it.

However, with the foundation upon which the world was built removed, the truth beneath the illusion of the hidden domain was completely revealed to Samael.

A path paved with starlight leads straight to the end of the void, where a magnificent palace with twelve Greek-style columns stands, resembling a temple.

Seeing that Irisviel's condition was becoming increasingly unstable under the rhythm of the Elemental Grail, Samael had no time to think. He immediately picked up the Winter Saintess with one arm, comforted her in a deep voice, and strode forward.

"Alice, hang in there, we'll be there soon!"

Instantly, propelled by the recoil from beneath its feet, the golden wings behind the ancient serpent flapped violently, and its body, accompanied by a fierce ethereal storm, transformed into a streak of light, traveling a thousand miles in an instant.

"This is the temple of God, this is the gate of heaven. God is here, sinners, stop here!"

However, just as Samael was advancing rapidly, a beam of intense, blazing white cross-shaped sword light descended from the sky amidst solemn and majestic chanting, like a hammer of judgment falling from heaven.

Ah, a trial?

Samael slightly raised his eyes, his gaze falling on the Frankish Holy King who stood firmly before the temple gate, turning the hilt of his sword and singing hymns. The suppressed rage in his heart suddenly found an outlet, and he swung the holy spear forward.

hum!

The silvery-white ethereal light, like the Tower of Babel rising from the ground, pierced through the void, launching a contemptuous act of rebellion against the Kingdom of Heaven.

boom!

The moment they came into contact, the cross-shaped band of light that had fallen from the Milky Way was shattered inch by inch by the blazing white light stream from bottom to top. The violent magic swept up a terrifying ethereal tide and poured out in all directions.

"puff!"

The first to be hit, Emperor Karl, was struck as if by lightning. His face turned deathly pale. Even with the holy sword Juvayus in his hand and his body pressed down, he could not stop his retreat. He was dragged along the ground for a hundred meters. Finally, his tall and strong body crashed heavily into the gate behind him, leaving a clear dent. Golden-red blood spurted from his mouth.

Light dust fell like raindrops, golden wings were stained with the deep black of death, shadows emerged from the light, a body like a gemstone, serpentine vertical pupils that revealed demonic qualities looked down, opening and closing silently, exuding coldness and mockery.

"You think you can judge me?"

That was the deepest darkness, the primordial depravity of the world.

"I am the father."

Before the temple gates, the Holy King rose, leaning on his sword, his unyielding spirit like steel, his voice echoing throughout the world.

"He is the universal God!"

The second Noble Phantasm unfolds, and the Guardians of Seiya return at this moment (Carolus Patricius)!

The silent chant echoed in Emperor Karl's heart. The deep void seemed to hear this celestial prayer, and countless interwoven starlight poured down like a waterfall onto the figure standing before the gate.

In an instant, the Spirit Foundation, which was originally at a normal level, increased exponentially and expanded, transforming into a humanoid mobile fortress made of steel, which reflected the entire starry sky.

Mobile fortress – “Carolus Patricius”.

This is the current Noble Phantasm of Emperor Karl.

A very rare "autonomous expansion type fortress Noble Phantasm".

If Charlemagne, as the Holy Knight Emperor, was the embodiment of personal martial prowess, then Charlemagne focused on political and military expansion.

As the father of Europe and the founder of the medieval European Christian world, the essence of this treasure and mobile holy city is the cultural sublimation of the "Christian world" era.

The expansion of the mobile holy city is the embodiment of Christian civilization and the highly aggressive and exclusive nature of monotheism.

A particularly rare type of Noble Phantasm, representing an 'era' or 'civilization'.

In a regular Holy Grail War, if the battle takes place in Europe, with the added advantages of top-tier positions and prestige, the Mobile Holy City can expand rapidly over several months, only gradually slowing down after covering the entire continent of Europe.

If allowed to grow indefinitely, its size could even encroach on the world after covering the entire European continent.

However, theoretically, as the ruler and arbiter, Karl the Great would generally not appear in a regular Holy Grail War.

The regular Holy Grail War only lasts a few days.

Human masters are far from being able to provide enough magical power to allow this fortress to expand to that extent.

However, the Fallen One, who spread his wings and stood gracefully, unexpectedly discovered that the steel colossus covered in starlight armor in front of the temple was still growing larger and larger!

Its back is adorned with magnificent sapphire-colored wings, and its shadow easily covers most of the galaxy.

The current level of a spirit origin is already quite outrageous, with power approaching that of a god!

But then, Samael witnessed something even more outrageous.

Tens of millions of humanoid figures with wings on their backs, circular halos on their heads, and blurred faces that made it difficult to distinguish between male and female—but remarkably similar to the "angels" described in various biblical stories—appeared beside the mobile colossus.

The total number... is endless, but a rough estimate gave Samael a somewhat imprecise answer—over thirty million.

The giant god and thirty million angels stood together before the temple gate, looking down at Samael and down at the dark surface of the abyss in the starry sky.

...It was as if the gods of heaven were looking down on hell on earth.

Yes, thirty million things that appeared to be angels stood before the Son of Man, guarding that steel behemoth, ready to judge him.

A strong sense of absurdity arose spontaneously in the heart of the Son of Man.

Chapter 235 Rebellion Against My Magnificent Father! (True)

The overwhelming sense of killing intent and hostility filled Samael with suspicion.

However, he won't have to worry about it for long.

The winged steel behemoth immediately responded to Samael.

"...In the beginning of original sin, the serpent of Eden..."

Although he didn't know what Saint King Karl looked like in that steel behemoth, his voice had completely transformed into that of an old man, solemn and dignified yet tinged with a twisted piety and fanaticism, as he uttered Samael's true name.

But the next moment, a threat arrived.

"Enough! Exit here. The gates of the temple are not a forbidden land for you. Hell is your prison! Kneel here, worship here, for the rebirth of Eden!"

The Holy King, in a calm, solemn voice filled with piety and fervor, solemnly pondered:

"The third Noble Phantasm is unleashed—carolus patricius auctoritas (Holy One, My Majesty Spreads Across the World)!"

That is light.

Pillars of light—or rather, cannon fire of light?

Like the divine judgment of a god in legend.

Light, at the speed of light, locked onto Samael and an area of ​​three kilometers around it, causing its power to surge dramatically.

"Holy! Holy! Holy!"

At the same time, the light and shadow of thirty million angels crossed their arms in front of their chests and praised loudly. The blazing white light wheel trembled and pulsed, forming a divine suppression. The intense sense of heaviness made Samael feel as if he were trapped in a quagmire, and he was frozen in mid-air by this strange power.

Damn! Even at this ridiculous level, they still didn't forget to use a hard CC first, instantly pinning me down in mid-air and making me unable to move, before finishing me off with lightning speed.

Why does this feel so much like Marduk's cunning style?

Samael cursed under his breath, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts.

At that moment, light, the divine light of judgment, descended at the speed of light.

"Buzz!"

The blazing white light, like an overturned celestial river, instantly dyed the deep black void and the dim starry river with sacred pure white, the ancient light reflecting the eternal color.

Thirty million "angels," with their hands crossed over their chests, sang praises in unison, conveying God's will.

"Unseal the seven seals, sound the seventh trumpet!"

"The Lord is the Almighty who was, is, and is to come!"

“Behold, He will come soon to repay each person according to what they have done!”

"Holy! Holy! Holy!"

ended.

Nothing can stop the rebirth of Eden!

The colossal steel behemoth, its wings outstretched and suspended high in the sky, looked down upon the pure white world and nodded in satisfaction.

"laugh……"

However, just as Karl the Great was feeling pleased, a dull tearing sound came clearly from the pouring, pure white light.

Stab it!

A more dazzling beam of light surged upwards against the tide, like a bamboo skewer effortlessly piercing through the pale paper.

Light, tore through the light!

impossible! This is impossible!

Through the gaps in the interplay of light, Emperor Karl the Great subconsciously looked down into the deep space.

A figure with one side of snow-white wings and the other side of pitch-black wings stood silently, dividing the light and darkness, leaving him with an expression of disbelief.

But he didn't have time to think about it.

Immediately after

Light, devoured light!

Endless light tears open the cocoon of this bleached starry universe, flowing and surging freely.

In a mere instant, thirty million "angels," under the light, twisted and dissolved, turning into specks of starlight.

The heavenly kingdom surrounded by stars vanished into nothingness.

"boom!"

The steel behemoth that sat at the very center of the heavenly kingdom, upon losing its protection and facing that light, was as if struck by a thunderous hammer weighing billions of tons, its steel shell torn apart layer by layer.

In the blink of an eye, the giant god who had just been high above, looking down on the mortal world, began his fall.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of dull thuds rang out, the dome of the Star Palace shattered with a deafening roar, and a "cannonball" crashed into the hall, smashing several pillars before finally coming to a stop.

"you……"

"puff!"

As Emperor Karl pulled himself out of the dented stone pillar and landed, before he could even regain his composure, a knight's lance, flying from outside the Star Palace Gate, struck the Holy King squarely in the chest with lightning speed.

In an instant, the burly body was dragged by tremendous force and pinned to the half-collapsed stone pillar in the corner of the hall.

Golden-red blood gushed down the gun barrel, staining the marble floor; the execution posture resembled that of Christ suffering.

"You...why...this is impossible..."

Emperor Karl stared wide-eyed at the man with black and white wings that divided the light and shadow before the palace gate, shaking his head repeatedly in disbelief as his body, pinned to the spot, struggled frantically.

"You're wrong! You're the one who's wrong!"

"You talk too much!"

A figure rushed forward with lightning speed, coldly snorting, and without hesitation grabbed the end of the Holy Lance Rungomminiad, twisting it with a swinging motion, completely shattering the opponent's spirit core.

"puff!"

Immediately afterwards, amidst the scattering of countless specks of light and the disintegration of that towering body, the knight's lance that pierced through the Holy King's spiritual core was pulled out, drawing out a spurt of blood and bringing a touch of bloodshed and cruelty to this sacred hall.