You are very strong, but my painting style is better than yours!

Of course, Iori wasn't afraid of these guys, but the appearance of these Greek soldiers proved a guess:

The attackers at the beginning of FGO Part 2 were the Jaeger troops under Ivan the Great, not these Greek soldiers.

In other words, Iori didn't come to the wrong place; this was indeed the Chaldea he knew, only that something had changed!

"Target found!"

"Hazard assessment... Error! Error!"

"Mission accomplished! Physical disinfection!"

A dangerous red light flashed in the cybernetic eyes, and the ancient Greek warriors, whose magical power was considerable, charged towards Iori in two lines. In this narrow passage, two tall warriors were enough to block the entire way. Even if Iori defeated the one at the front, he would still be blocked by the enemies that followed.

Their spears broke the sound barrier, locking onto Iori's vitals with a speed that ordinary people could not even perceive!

Clang! Clang!

Using magic to form a veritable "hand blade" on his palm, he quickly clashed with two ancient Greek warriors. Iori deflected the sharp spears, but the force from his hand made him narrow his eyes and his expression turn serious.

"This is getting a bit troublesome..."

A fierce battle broke out in the passage, and other warrior squads that had been monitoring the commotion quickly rushed over. Eliminating the wandering Servants was their duty!

When they arrived at the designated location, the passage was already filled with the remains of their kind, indicating that the other party had successfully escaped... This gave them a more accurate assessment of the danger level of their target.

A six-person warrior squad, in terms of direct combat strength, could easily overwhelm and kill an average Servant.

But the opponent not only escaped quickly but also destroyed all the enhanced warriors, proving that this was by no means an unknown nobody, but at least a big figure who left his name in some myths and legends!

Just as the Greek warriors were preparing to completely seal off the adjacent area, news came that the target had been spotted, and a large number of artificial familiars began to gather at the next location.

By the time the last team arrived, the battle was over. The vast training ground was littered with wreckage, and about a hundred enhanced warriors had perished...

But their sacrifice was not meaningless!

The last group to arrive witnessed the dissipation of spiritual particles, a phenomenon that occurs when a Servant's spiritual origin collapses. This proves that although this powerful Servant was exceptionally brave, he was overwhelmed by sheer numbers and ultimately died from exhaustion.

This makes perfect sense, since even a first-rate Servant couldn't possibly fight a hundred third-rate Servants head-on, and each of these ancient Greek warriors had stats that were no weaker than those of a third-rate Servant.

“Spiritual fluctuations… Target confirmed to have disappeared.”

"Recover usable parts, awaken individuals whose functions are not completely damaged... Record complete, return to home port."

The Greek soldiers didn't think much of it, and cleaned up the battlefield according to the established procedure, recovering any usable machines.

They were neither Servants nor humans, but more like mechanical constructs. As long as the damage wasn't too severe, they could be repaired and reactivated. So they returned to their home port—the location of the "Lord" who ruled this class—with three or four of their kind that were still barely intact.

Along the way, it's clear that Chaldea's internal facilities are severely damaged. From the remaining traces, it's evident that Servant-level battles have taken place almost everywhere, suggesting that Chaldea put up a fierce resistance during the attack...

It's hard to imagine what kind of powerful force could have taken over the entire Chaldea!

As this group of ancient Greek warriors entered the central area, the surrounding environment underwent a dramatic change:

Stepping out of the metal passage, which was only three meters wide, the place that should have been the combat command room turned into another world. As far as the eye could see, there was a vast wilderness with countless tents standing like a military camp!

The vibrant green replaced the hard, cold metal, and the sweltering heat in the air made it feel like a real military camp, completely different from the chilling atmosphere I had felt in Chaldea...

With no visible walls or ceiling, and only a blinding sun visible when looking up, it seemed as if we had entered the building's interior—but that was impossible!

How could such natural scenery exist in Chaldea, which is located in Antarctica?

Could it be a bounded field?

Or perhaps we've arrived at some singularity?

However, no signs of spiritual particle transfer were detected, nor was the area isolated within a separate small world (a Reality Marble). In fact, by simply turning around, one could see the entrance to what appeared to be a cave, as well as the interior of Chaldea deeper within...

Two spaces with completely different art styles were perfectly connected!

It's like treating this entire wilderness as a whole and swapping it with a room within Chaldea... Considering the difference in spatial scale, this is completely illogical!

However, if such a thing were to actually happen... then the world would be distorted to an extremely terrifying degree!

—Iori, disguised as a "corpse" using transformation magic, peered into the area, feeling a sense of unease.

A group of enhanced cyborgs posed no threat to him, and the so-called spiritual particle dissipation was merely a fabrication to make himself disappear from the enemy's sight, thus giving him enough time to investigate what had happened at Chaldea.

He is now incredibly grateful for his choice:

Whoever caused this situation, the power they wield is simply unbelievable... It would be terrible to blindly run into them.

boom!

A huge explosion rang out, and surging magical energy swept across the grass, as if a strong wind had caused it all to lie flat on the ground.

Iori's eyes narrowed:

Clearly, he wasn't the only Servant still resisting; others had also arrived at the enemy's camp but chose to confront them head-on!

The specific location is... is there a lake over there?

……

Servants are heroes summoned from past myths and legends, clones descended by the Wheel of Restraint, and beings who can take on a thousand men on the battlefield!

This sentence is easy to understand, but it's hard to have a clear, intuitive impression of it, right?

The depiction in anime and games is not the reality, because in reality, the speed of Servants is completely impossible to perceive with the naked eye. Ordinary people can only see the ground and buildings being destroyed, but they cannot accurately say what is happening, so they cannot understand how powerful the heroes are.

Twisting steel, leaping over skyscrapers, destroying houses... these exaggerated scenes, reminiscent of action movies, are nothing more than commonplace for Servants manifested in the seven major classes.

They don't need sophisticated technological instruments or elaborate magical rituals; they can do all of this simply through their own power. Their very existence is a kind of real-world bug.

Once freed from its constraints, the unbridled power will ravage everything around it like a storm—just as it is now:

On the desolate battlefield by the lake, a one-sided massacre is unfolding.

On one side are well-trained, united, hundreds of ancient warriors wielding spears, swords, and shields.

There was only one person on one side, a young man with fiery red hair that accentuated his unparalleled handsomeness.

His burning eyes shone with the majesty of a ruler. This heroic young man, with the bearing of a king, was isolated and helpless on the vast battlefield, surrounded by an unknown number of enemies.

Despite this stark disparity in numbers, the red-haired boy actually held an absolute advantage.

He wielded the strangely styled greatsword of crimson iron at will, and the resulting sword wind surged through the air, sending enemies flying like fallen leaves. No matter how strong a warrior was, he could not stop him and they all retreated in defeat.

Were the soldiers too weak? That can't be the reason.

Those strong bodies, decisive movements, and fearless spirit—no matter how you look at them, they were an elite force that had experienced the battlefield of carnage.

Although they are not Servants, their physical abilities meet the basic standards and they can participate in Servant-level battles. The key is their terrifying numbers... They may not be as good as top-tier Servants individually, but they can completely overwhelm individual Servants by relying on the concept of an "army".

"warrior"!

But reality doesn't follow logic.

No matter how many people gather, they will be defeated by the boy in front of them; no matter how awe-inspiring their formation is, it will be pierced through in an instant!

No warrior could fight him for more than a round; most were overwhelmed by his powerful magical sword before they could even touch him.

With an unreasonable fighting power, devoid of tactics and skills, this boy can crush everything with just the most basic strength. He is like a demon king—no, perhaps even more powerful.

His imposing figure and unwavering expression only evoke images of a hero who slays dragons and vanquishes demon kings.

Iori, who had sneaked in, recognized the person at a glance:

An Indian-style Servant, both a hero and a king, he is the most brilliant hero even in the countless heroes of Indian mythology.

Rama!

All the irrationality found its explanation in the face of this dazzling name:

Given that their opponent was Rama, it was no surprise that these ancient Greek warriors were in such a sorry state.

Because quantity is meaningless to this Servant, he can summon various weapons radiating divine light from the void with a simple wave of his hand, crushing his opponents with absolute superiority.

The spears and swords, the giant hammers and the longbows, radiating a divine glow, were not only diverse in style but also astonishing in number.

In the blink of an eye, all these weapons will be released, falling onto the battlefield like a meteor shower!

The shockwaves generated by simply releasing magic were enough to tear the earth apart, and a series of explosions followed in a chain reaction, instantly disrupting the enemy's military formation... leaving only one-sided devastation.

This scene might remind one of a certain "famous nouveau riche," but in reality, the true treasure of that ancient hero king is a "warehouse of countless treasures," and the so-called treasure rain is essentially just throwing money at people.

Rama, on the other hand, is a true embodiment of this, as recorded in the original scriptures, capable of using numerous divine artifacts bestowed upon him by the gods to destroy his enemies!

Its name is "Arm of the Great," and in terms of power alone, it is no less than the golden "Gate of Babylon"—of course, it cannot compare in terms of versatility.

If nothing unexpected happens, Rama alone will be enough to sweep through the entire enemy camp!

However, some people would not allow the red-haired hero to be so arrogant on her territory, so after a series of triumphant and cheerful laughs, the warriors quieted down and made way for the magnificent and majestic twin-ox chariot.

Meanwhile, the beautiful hostess, dressed in a revealing white gown and with a delicate and charming appearance, lifted the curtain and stood proudly on the car, looking down at the brave man.

Queen Maeve!

"Why are there still Servants resisting? This is so annoying, like playing whack-a-mole, one after another..."

Honestly, why not just obediently be 'formatted'? Why put up these pointless resistances?

Can't you face reality?

The era of heroes is over!

As she spoke, Queen Medb raised her riding whip and gestured towards Rama from afar...

hum!

A strange slot machine projection appeared in the void, and as the Queen lashed out with her whip, a dazzling array of patterns spun across the screen.

As the pattern solidified, some indescribable, eerie power ignored the spatial distance and descended directly upon the red-haired hero, causing him to clutch his chest and kneel down. The divine weapons that had appeared around him also lost their luster and fell to the ground!

"Is this... the power to deny the existence of Servants?"

Rama seemed unsurprised, and forced himself to stand up despite the pressure.

"Yes, this power that can wipe out the entire Chaldea and negate even the strongest warriors... truly deserves to declare that the era of heroes is over."

but!

Even so, I am still Saber, bound by a contract with Fujimaru Ritsuka, and I will absolutely take Chaldea back from you!

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Chapter 284 You just said "invincible", right?

There was no hope of winning this battle from the very beginning!

—This is what Rama thought to himself.

Although he was invincible on the battlefield just now, and remained defiant even after his stats were lowered by strange moves, his mental resilience cannot be converted into a real advantage. The battle situation will not be reversed by a few nice words.

Rama knew very well that although he was a great hero in Hindu mythology, and even the Trimurti had to treat him with respect on some occasions, it was impossible for him to save Chaldea on his own.

Because at this moment, he is not "Prince Rama from mythology," nor is he the original Rama recorded on the Wheel of Restraint (Throne of Heroes). Instead, he is a magical aggregate that descends through the Heroic Spirit Summoning Technique after taking a portion of the original Rama's data.

(Simply put, a Servant is an incarnation of a Heroic Spirit, capable of carrying only a small portion of their power.)

If he were truly the "Prince Rama" who defeated Ravana, the demon king, in the epic Ramayana, he would surely have been able to disregard numerous conspiracies and schemes, crush all enemies with unparalleled might, and save the world with ease and grace.

But Saber Rama cannot do it!

One reason is the lack of power, but more importantly, he is no longer the "protagonist of the story"!

Chaldea is home to countless heroes and sages, from Heracles of Greece and Quetzalcoatl of South America to the hero-king Gilgamesh. Their power and fame are no less than Rama's, and they have accomplished many great feats in their respective stories.

Even with so many Heroic Spirits gathered, Chaldea still fell...

Because, ultimately, this isn't their story.

The protagonist, who was originally all-powerful in one story, becomes a stepping stone for someone else in another story—this kind of thing is quite common in mythology.

As a hero of Indian descent, Rama understood this better than anyone:

Indian mythology is basically a garbage game that keeps updating and using old characters as stepping stones. Whether a character is strong or not depends entirely on the number of followers.

For example, the many "deeds" of Indra, the God of Gods, have become quite famous mythological references.

The so-called Heroic Spirits are beings who have already completed their mission, reached the end of their lives, and are engraved on the Boundary Recording Tape.

In other words, the moment heroes become spirits, their "fate (story)" has already ended.

[Grand Order]

It is destined not to belong to any heroic spirit, but to be a story of humanity itself!