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

"But it doesn't matter if you forget. Painful memories should be forgotten. Only by letting go of the heavy past can you move towards the future... You don't need to think too much. Just focus on enjoying the Holy Grail War in front of you."

Like any ordinary high school girl, experiencing joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness... As long as you feel happy, everything else is like that stained glass... Once broken, it will eventually be forgotten in a remote corner..."

"Happiness? Me?"

Gudako, looking dazed, stammered, "My name is... Fujimaru... Gudako... no!"

A sharp, intense pain shot through her head, as if it were splitting her brain open, and the girl clutched her head in agony.

"That's not my name! I am, I am, I am—"

A hazy outline emerges in my mind, but I can't make it out no matter what I do. The deeper I think about it, the more unbearable the headache becomes, almost tearing my soul to pieces.

"I am—Fujimaru Ritsuka!"

The moment she uttered that name, it was as if a thread had snapped, and the girl suddenly lost consciousness.

"It's not going to work this time either..."

My consciousness gradually faded, and I couldn't see anything clearly anymore.

"We can only hope for next time..."

But you can sleep peacefully. I will stay with you no matter how many times, until you find true peace.

"You...aren't you Nero?"

“I can be anyone, my Master.”

The voice paused for a moment, then said, "However, Nero's image has appeared several times already... You really do like that tyrant."

However, no one will answer him, because everything in this world will be erased and reset into a brand new world, a new story with a completely different background, story, and character relationships.

Fujimaru Ritsuka fell into a deep sleep. The next moment, she opened her eyes and found herself in the Chaldea meeting room. Having just woken up from her dream, she was met with an angry face.

She felt a sense of familiarity and should have been able to call out the name immediately, but for some reason, she instinctively opened her mouth but couldn't utter a word. After a long while, she finally managed to say, "Excuse me... who is this?"

pop~

A piece of stained glass fell from somewhere and came to a stop at Ritsuka's feet.

"!"

The silver-haired beauty boss was furious: "You just arrived and you're already dozing off... You're out of today's spirit particle transfer!"

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Chapter 300: They have no martial ethics whatsoever.

"Now's the time! Go, Iori!"

Cú Chulainn brandished his staff, enduring the raging flames. His clothes turned to ashes, leaving only half a skirt around his waist. He was a magician highly skilled in using fire, but against the giant king Surtur, he was like a fish trying to swim, unable to inflict any damage, only providing some resistance and protection for himself and his companions.

But that doesn't mean he's useless, because in addition to Celtic druidic magic, he is also skilled in rune magic. These runes can have incredible effects as long as they have enough divinity, and even a dwarf can inscribe spells that can injure gods.

As the son of the sun god, Cú Chulainn's power when using runes is no less than that of his teacher Scáthach, not to mention the divine mark left by Odin!

One was used to weaken Surtur's overall attributes and various privileges as a god, and the other was used to break the protective flame covering his body—which was almost immune to all physical attacks.

Just as his invincibility was broken, Iori unleashed the full power of the Ama-no-Murakumo sword, even summoning Susanoo to fight against it, barely managing to restrain the world-destroying fiery sword. Only then was the berserker Beowulf able to unleash his Noble Phantasm to strike Beowulf's chest, plunging him in like a cannonball, the ferocious attack wantonly destroying his internal organs.

Although Beowulf's spirit origin was directly vaporized by the golden light summoned by Surt that ignored his defenses... the Giant King's "heart," which served as the nexus of magic, was completely exposed!

Cú Chulainn helped Iori hold on for a while longer, until Skadi sent a signal via magic. Only then did he make up his mind to use both of his remaining God Crests!

"Victory! Death!"

The Great Rune shot into the air, transforming into two streams of light that entered Iori's body. The black-haired youth's aura suddenly changed, and the burst of magical energy surged forth, merging with the flames spewed by the Flame Giant King.

The blessing of victory made Iori's momentum rise steadily, while the runes of death flowed around the Ama-no-Murakumo sword, as if shrouded in a layer of black water.

At that moment, Iori suddenly realized something:

As the father god Odin, the runes he left behind are no longer just magic, but have been sublimated into conceptual mystery. The power that has gathered on his sword at this moment can already be called "power"!

This mark is so powerful that ordinary Servants would never be able to unleash its full potential. Even demigod heroes would likely be unqualified. But Cú Chulainn... is it just because he is familiar with runes that he has an advantage?

Or perhaps... just like the speculation I saw on the forum before Iori's transmigration, Cú Chulainn actually has some kind of connection with "Odin, the Great God"?!

His mind raced, but he had no time to think it through. In reality, a few seconds passed in the blink of an eye. The eyes of the Giant King Surtur shone with a pure golden light, which was the deadly attack that had instantly vaporized Beowulf earlier.

It is said that this Surut symbolizes a supervolcano in the apocalypse, which is the real world-destroying fire, and its radiance has the high temperature of the Earth's core. At its peak, it is enough to burn down a continent in an instant!

"bring it on!"

Iori was in a period of rapid growth in strength. His abundant magic power made him feel invincible. Even when facing the power of this world-changing event, he showed no fear and instead laughed out loud in a carefree manner.

Immediately afterwards, a violent gust of air shot straight into the sky, tearing through the dark clouds, and even causing Cú Chulainn, who was in the distance, to feel a stinging sensation.

"Is this the power of victory?"

The druid's expression was solemn, knowing that the battle had reached its final moment, and the same was true for Skadi... This was their only chance to break through this barrier and reach the mastermind's location!

The Great God's Mark was used up, and the dice had already been thrown, but Iori's performance exceeded his expectations.

This power is simply too strong, even with the blessing of runes it is somewhat exaggerated. It can only be explained that Iori's spirit origin has met certain conditions and begun to sublimate after going through these layers of trials!

When Cú Chulainn looked up, he saw that Iori's eyes were shimmering with golden iridescent light, like burning flames, and that there were dark lines spreading from his chest on his body.

The magical fluctuations increased almost exponentially!

Spirit Origin Burning?

Cú Chulainn didn't know what method Iori had used, but in his perception, Iori had already transformed into a shell about to explode... no, a nuclear bomb!

"【The eight clouds stand tall, the layers of clouds surge, the mountain clouds clear the land with eight layers of walls, I wish to enclose my wife here, so I created eight layers of clouds—】"

A giant of similar size to Surtr descended, with facial features remarkably similar to Iori.

At this moment, what descends upon us is no longer merely a servant, but the very essence of mythology!

In fact, Iori himself was in a strange state. His heart suddenly became incredibly calm, as if he had transcended the world. Everything in front of him was irrelevant to him. He was no longer facing it personally, but observing everything from the perspective of a third party, God.

But this did not dull his reflexes; on the contrary, it allowed him to perceive the fluctuations and trends of all things in the world, including the golden light released by Surte and the magic power that was constantly being compressed and transformed within his own body.

It was as if a switch had been turned on, allowing his mind to expand infinitely. A massive amount of information flowed into his brain without causing any discomfort or dizziness. In his absolute calmness, he subtly controlled every bit of magic power, throwing it all into the "furnace"!

This is... the unity of man and nature?

No, it must be even colder and more detached; this is a realm that will absolutely not be swayed by external demons—

Selflessness!

In just a moment, Iori was completely different.

At this moment, he seemed to have shed his original form and completely transformed into a supreme deity.

Iori then swung the blade in her hand—

"【The Most Instant Bleeding Away from Heaven】!"

—Buzz!!!!

Light and shadow shattered like a mirror, and everything from valleys and hills to clouds in the sky shifted instantly. Space itself was as fragile as a torn piece of paper. Even the core light released by Surut could only be torn into countless pieces by this violent power and disappear into the infinite void!

"hold head high!!!"

Surut's arm was shredded, and half of his head was blown apart, but his momentum was still astonishing. With his other hand, he raised the Flame Sword, a demonic sword of destruction fused with "Valetin". With a slight movement, it was enough to change the terrain. It would not be difficult to turn a mountain range into a rift valley.

Cú Chulainn was shocked to find that he still had energy left!

In his view, Iori's power just now was comparable to that of a true god, while Surtr was merely a being summoned by [Mooncell] and should be weaker than the true Flame Giant King, but now...

In the face of life and death, Cú Chulainn saw ice crystals beginning to condense on the broken surface of Surtur's severed arm. The high temperature, enough to melt rocks, could not evaporate them; the two contradictory forces maintained a strange balance.

not good!

Could it be that Skadi succeeded ahead of time, and Fenrir is already dead?

"Hurry up! If this continues, once it successfully evolves, Surtur will truly be invincible!"

"Invincible? Who gave that permission?"

The cold voice entered his ears, causing Cú Chulainn's heart to skip a beat. Even though the air was scorching hot, he inexplicably calmed down.

When he looked at Iori again, his red pupils narrowed slightly—

He was still the same person, but his demeanor was completely different. If he had previously given people the feeling of a gentle breeze, a kind and approachable young hero, then now he was like a deep pool, unfathomable. Looking at him, it was as if he could see an endless void. Even with his eyesight, he could not judge what state Iori was in.

But this state did not last long. The moment the King of Flames swung the demon sword down, the black-haired young war god transformed into a meteor, using the Great Rune of Death as a blade, and just as the flames fell, he pierced through Surt's heart!

Not a single ounce of power was wasted, and the timing was perfect. Facing this colossal creature that seemed to have stepped out of mythology, the disproportionately small Iori ended it all with a mere "stab."

This effortless process made Cú Chulainn almost think he was hallucinating!

But that's reality. When Iori burst out of the exploding flames, the dark magic that flowed like water remained in Surt's body, spreading rapidly along his skin. The Giant King let out a painful roar, but it was to no avail, and his body "dimmed" at a visible speed.

The flowing lava slowly solidified, forming rough obsidian, with only faint red light flashing through the cracks. The massive body eventually became a statue maintaining a defiant posture...

"Baqi Furious Waves."

As the calm voice rang out, the violent magic manifested as a hammer of lightning and storm, piercing through Surt's body from top to bottom, and then the spreading magic completely shattered him from the inside out!

Ding!

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Giant Slayer

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……

boom! ! !

A massive storm swept everything away, and Cú Chulainn inscribed runes at his feet to fend off the missile-like flying rocks... It lasted for a full thirty seconds before finally subsiding.

"Whoo~"

Letting out a long breath, Cú Chulainn stood still and looked around, only to find Iori standing on a huge obsidian rock, her face blank and somewhat dazed.

"...Iori?"

"Ok?"

With a slight movement of her eyes, Iori snapped out of her daze and turned to look at Cú Chulainn.

He remained silent for a moment, seemingly organizing his thoughts, which worried the disheveled druid.

"...I have successfully completed my mission."

Finally, Iori's usual smile returned, putting Cú Chulainn at ease.

"Are you feeling alright? You seem a little unwell."

"It's just a little bit of sentimentality, nothing more."

Iori shook her head nonchalantly, but in reality, she was filled with lingering fear.

During his battle with Surtur, he unintentionally entered the state of "selflessness," which allowed him to fully control his own power. Under his extraordinary performance, he was even able to perfectly simulate Susanoo's Noble Phantasm to fight against the core light of the Flame Giant.

But the feeling was so strange that even though he was fully conscious, he felt as if he were "observing" from the sidelines, completely stripping away his emotions and likes and dislikes, leaving only pure rationality—so calm that even Iori himself was a little scared.

The worst part is... Iori doesn't dislike that feeling.

Fortunately, she quickly broke free from the state of "selflessness" after that, otherwise... Iori didn't know what would have happened if it had continued, but she felt vaguely uneasy.

'I originally thought I could explore the [Immaculate Consciousness], but now it seems a bit dangerous. I'll put it aside for now and think about how to control [Selflessness] first.'

Having made her decision, Iori began to look at the spoils of this battle—a ruby ​​encased in obsidian, with only one-third of its surface exposed.

It's about the size of a fist. Initially, it was incredibly hot to the touch, probably hot enough to easily melt through an iron plate. Now, it has gradually calmed down, and the temperature is about the same as a hot water bottle.

"This is?"

Iori asked Cú Chulainn, who was walking over.

"A fragment of Surut's 'heart'."

Cú Chulainn took it, examined it carefully, nodded, and handed it back to Iori.

"A high-purity energy entity, which stores not ordinary magic power but 'true ether' from the Age of Gods. As a god-level being, even the remains left behind by its summoned clones can become the embryo of 'divine weaponry'."

If this thing were released to the outside world, even the most powerful magicians of the Age of Gods would be eager to possess it, wouldn't they?