I am the savior, do you have any objection?

The last time someone seemed to know me inside and out was when...

Well, it seems like everyone in every Lostbelt knows everything about them.

"Master from another world, all the regular Servants are ready, and the Mage's Association has contacted every mage they can reach."

Whether it's the forest or any other place, the Dead Apostles are all moving in that direction.

The Church's agents, the Inquisition, the Guardians of the Church, and even those few who never showed their faces were all preparing.

"The human army, the heroic spirits' army, our own army, the familiars' army—all await your casting of your bonds with those extraordinary beings into the summoning circle. Then, the strongest offensive we can assemble will be complete."

……

The world on the surface and the world inside seem to be clearly divided.

People in the outer world cannot come into contact with the inner world, and people in the inner world disdain associating with those in the outer world.

But what is the truth?

When a mediocre magician can use mental interference to enter the highest national conference as if it were his own backyard, what must the so-called world of appearances be like?

Indeed, perhaps some wealthy people in the real world can acquire magical arts from down-on-their-luck magicians through money, using them for protection or even to flatter them.

But when the world truly needs comprehensive action, the world's power institutions are nothing more than toys.

This is why magicians can freely conduct all sorts of human experiments and casually kill off ordinary people on a ship or airplane.

Because the order that protects them in the eyes of ordinary people is meaningless to magicians.

To a legitimate magician, someone without magical talent is truly just a sheep; all their struggles and lives are confined to a sheepfold.

Although the Jewel King himself believed this was a sign of the magician's moral decline, it must be said that it was still very useful when used.

In the Pacific Ocean, the Argo, Nagirfa, and Golden Deer, the Chaisang Navy of the Battle of Red Cliffs, were newly commissioned British Type 45 destroyers and Type 23 frigates that year, transport ships from the United States, various amphibious assault ships, and nuclear submarines from the three major European powers.

Treasure ships from myths and epic tales sail alongside warships built with modern military technology on this vast sea.

Iris flags, double-headed dragon flags, double-headed eagle flags, sun and moon flags... all sorts of flags were held in the hands of the heroes standing at the bow of the ship.

In the sky, solar boats, golden shuttles, celestial boats, Babylonian aerial fortresses, and various fighter groups were lined up in formation.

Along the coast, there are numerous heroes in various armors and equipment, seemingly spanning countless eras and civilizations.

Starting from the Bering Strait, ports around the world dispatched various ships to carry these historical figures to the battlefield.

Throughout history, both in the heavens and on earth, from the past to the present and into the future, their figures can be found among the heroes and anti-heroes recorded and celebrated.

Some magicians even conjure up bizarre contraptions that transport all sorts of people there.

Indeed, the Counterforce finally acted when it realized that Kree seemed to be preparing for a positional war.

Even though this is no longer the era of gods, a sea of ​​heroic spirits still appeared.

After all, for non-sensory beings like the Counterforce, even if they were to abandon the entire world, they couldn't allow Kree to use this world as a base to annihilate them.

The public was at a loss, but apart from a few independent media outlets occasionally publishing one or two innocuous news items, the whole world seemed to fall silent, with only netizens from various countries constantly discussing and speculating about what exactly was happening in the world.

Thanks to the high performance of the Nautilus, the Chaldean group, who had traveled a long way from England, arrived here. Listening to the Jewel King's explanation and looking at the magnificent warship that almost filled the sea, even Leonardo da Vinci couldn't help but swallow hard.

"That's really exaggerated."

But what's even more outrageous is that beside Fujimaru Ritsuka, Skadi, Qin Shi Huang, Arjuna, Ivan the Terrible, Morgan, and Kukulkan—except for Zeus, these beings who don't exist in human history—are now standing by his side.

"This..." Fujimaru Ritsuka felt for the first time that her side had such a great advantage. This was almost the most prosperous she had ever been since she began to act as the savior.

There were no strange local lords coming to make them run errands, no initial attacks, no restrictions on bringing Servants, no requirement to summon them using materials available on the spot, and even people had already laid out the items and materials so that she could summon all the Servants with whom she had formed bonds simply by standing on them.

Not only the Lostbelt Kings, but also the Beasts, the former Grand Masters, the alien visitors, the Avengers, the Imposters, and even Servants from other worlds, as well as those who only appear every summer.

For some reason, despite such a terrifying lineup, she had a persistent sense of foreboding.

At the forefront of the entire fleet, Jason shielded his eyes from the sun with his hand, gazing into the distance.

"Huh? Isn't that a person? What's that under his feet? It looks a bit like a tiger shark, but it's huge!"

Indeed, hundreds of nautical miles north of the island chosen by the Kree, the first trial awaits the heroes.

Red battle patterns appeared, and the man standing on the tiger shark yawned.

“You’re such a busybody, disturbing my life over something like this. You’re such a nag, brother.”

On the afternoon of the first day of the seven-day period, they encountered their first obstacle—the peerless sea tiger.

Chapter 467 Are you kidding me with this first challenge?

A large number of Greek heroes who had been on board Jason's Argo, or who had never boarded the Argo due to different times, gathered here.

Moreover, many of these people appear in plural forms.

For example, there's the young Jason, the later Jason who became completely insane with hatred for Medea and killed his two sons, the young and ignorant Medea, the mature Medea, the Medea who killed her sons and rode a dragon, the irrational Heracles, the Heracles with a bow, the Heracles who held up the sky, the lion-like Meowth, the normal Meowth, Perseus, Medusa in several forms, and so on...

It's quite amazing that these people managed to gather in one place without fighting.

After a short voyage, they finally encountered their first enemy.

They were also very curious about what kind of enemy could prompt the Suppression Force to mobilize such a large force.

Some who had memories of other Lostbelts even recalled their past confrontations with Ooku-sensei.

However, even though it seemed that every flash of lightning around him was a planet-destroying cannon, Master Da Zhou was ultimately defeated. Although most of the people here didn't get to see the ending of such a grand spectacle last time, knowing that he won in the end meant there was nothing to be afraid of.

Some people on the boat even whistled when they spotted the man over there.

This is not surprising; mythological heroes from medieval Europe were all like this.

Those who frequent Nantong, kill other people's fathers and take other people's daughters, fight to the death for other people's wives, and the first thing they think of when they see a group of passersby is robbery. In fact, these Greeks are considered to be of relatively good character.

Look at the neighboring Celtic bull-hunting expedition and the legend of the little cotton quilt; they are already unbearable to read.

The lord used his own wife to entertain the heroes; Dog Brother, at the age of 7, went to another woman's older sister to act like a hooligan and got a good time driving a big car; Xiao Gang wanted seven women in one night and couldn't accept the same one twice.

The people on Little Cotton Blanket's side all speak with sanctimonious airs, but behind the scenes they're all humorous. Not to mention that she herself is the illegitimate child of the old king and the widow, according to the myth, almost half of the 12-person group would be her children, so Mordred isn't really that surprising.

Not to mention the harsher places. In Northern Europe, it's even worse. In that mythical and historically significant region, being a thief, robber, or prostitute is a perfectly legitimate profession. For example, if you're passing through a tribe and ask for lodging, and they ask what you do for a living, you can just say, "I'm a robber," and they'll just say, "Oh, oh!" That's pretty good, except the income is a bit unstable.

If you say a few more words, like how you always leave people money for their journey after each robbery, the people at the next table will come over and say you're a truly righteous and kind person.

Given the moral character of these people, it's hard to expect them to do anything civilized.

Hearing their whistles, the sea tiger on the other side was also amused.

He casually pinched the air and made himself a pair of sunglasses to wear on his face.

"Damn it, I was entrusted to keep people out of the way. If you want to live, go back."

With his wife and children around, Haihu's reluctance to indiscriminately kill innocent people returned.

Haihu stood there with his arms crossed, making some jokes that sounded like those of a lowly henchman blocking the road.

Because the Heroic Spirits are proficient in all languages, after hearing his words, the first few switched to the Chinese language module.

"Although I don't know your origins, please step aside. Or, if you wish, you can choose any one of us on this ship, except me, to fight one-on-one. Then we can continue on our way. This concerns the world."

Don't become an accomplice to evildoers!

Jason made a megaphone shape with his hands and shouted in front of the ship.

However, these heroic spirits seem to misunderstand some things.

At this time, there were more than a hundred warships that had arrived, but Jason's warship was at the forefront, so no one moved when he spoke.

And which one here is the one who listens to people?

Being disobedient is considered an essential element of becoming a hero.

"Bastards, are you going to stop just because a clown is blocking your way?"

How could someone like you be worthy to go to war with me?

Sitting atop the golden shuttle, Gilgamesh, making another grand entrance, only gave the lower part a single color, and without even pausing for a moment, directly controlled the spaceship forward.

Haihu's kindness has its limits; his single word of advice just now was all the patience he had.

And when the other party shows hostility, this kindness is no longer present in the Sea Tiger.

"Hey! What a nonsensical breed of dog."

The next moment, it seemed as if the sky had collapsed. Haihu no longer suppressed his aura, and the wind and clouds in the world churned and the matter in the world was stirred.

In an instant, the vast sea beneath Haihu's feet seemed to flip over.

A wave, taller than the world's backbone, appeared straight up.

Calling it waves is not enough, for it was more magnificent and towering than any city wall anyone had ever seen. From a satellite view, it looked like an ocean that was once a lawn, but now that lawn had been trimmed.

The waves even blocked out the sunlight, and beneath those enormous waves, any fleet or any damned hero was as insignificant as an ant.

This is not any particular move, and even Haihu has not given it a name.

It's simply a matter of mobilizing power and then waving your hand.

Seemingly enjoying the moment, Haihu deliberately didn't accelerate the speed of the waves to flatten half the earth in an instant, but instead pushed them slowly, giving those people enough time to react.

In an instant, all sorts of Noble Phantasms were unleashed from the ranks of the Heroic Spirits.

Some are cannon fleets, some are city walls and shields, some are swords that can split mountains and cleave the earth, and some are light cannons capable of leveling a city.

But when those things come into contact with the waves, all power is annihilated by the most primal magnetic force.

Despite our best efforts to stop it, the waves still swept in as if they were annihilating everything in the world.

And once the advance began, the power of this attack became terrifyingly potent.

Even Hercules, dressed in a tiger skin, could not withstand the pressure of the waves with his body.

Even Poseidon's child could not find a moment of peace in his father's territory.

The planet's survival instinct trembled with fear; before this thing's attack, it was like a middle school student in a tracksuit encountering a grown-up thug.

"Ah ha! I heard your planet has its own consciousness. Did she feel the pleasure of being stirred up by my Sea Tiger?!"

The summoned dragon carried the group in the hope of escaping the waves, but for every zhang the dragon flew, the sea level rose by another zhang, seemingly endless, until it reached beyond the planet. With no power to borrow and nowhere to fly, the dragon could only be swept away by the waves and pulled into the sea.

No matter what kind of power it was, it was torn apart by this most violent fundamental force of the universe.

Tens of thousands of lives were caught up in this attack.

The garden in the sky collapsed, the celestial ark that Ishtar used to steal books and escape was swept away, and the great ship made of the fingernails of millions of dead capsized in the sea.

After the attack, Haihu took off his sunglasses and looked around. From where he was to the Bering Strait where the heroes had set off, the sea was calm except for the target shipwreck and some people struggling to stay afloat.

Haihu stretched out his foot and wiped the sole of his shoe on Gilgamesh's face, which he had deliberately preserved, before putting his hands in his pockets.

"It seems you can't even get past my first hurdle."

On the floating, tattered plank, the Jewel Elder, staring blankly into the distance, was pulled up by several Heroic Spirits. He rubbed his eyes, speechless.

Chapter 468 Extinguishing Hope

The still dilapidated walls of Camelot slowly disappeared before my eyes.

"True Circle: Gathering of the Stars"

With Gaia expending the planet's entire magical energy to power his servants, the fairy girl, who was fused with the Holy Sword and was produced by the Fairy Kingdom of Britain, nearly lost her balance while holding her magic wand.

As an entity that fulfills its mission, the Noble Phantasm it uses is "defense against planetary threats," something used to protect the entire human race, and is on the same level as the holy sword "Breath of the Stars" created to fight against Sephalus.

This is also the highest level of defense in Fujimaru Ritsuka's understanding.

But the sight of Castor, with his face covered by a cotton quilt, in such a disheveled state was something Fujimaru Ritsuka could never have imagined.

The Nautilus was alright, but that's all there was to it. The fact that a large number of non-standard Servants were unwilling to leave their Masters' sides was actually a relief for them.

but……

Looking further ahead, on and around the blue sea, the nuclear submarines from various countries, the intercontinental ballistic missiles launched by the heroic spirits in tandem with their targets, the sea monsters and sea-going magical costumes piloted by magicians, and even the treasure ships of those heroes, have all vanished.

The grand and magnificent scene of Joan of Arc's departure, her call for heroes from all eras to gather together before her departure, the surging emotions of many powerful figures defending their epic, and the things that had inspired her and dispelled her ominous premonitions all seemed to have just echoed in her ears.

The golden pupils trembled slightly. All those things had vanished, leaving only the clouds in the sky, as if they had been smashed open by the "sea wall," and the occasional shipwrecks on the sea surface, proving that something had just been there.

As she was in the rear, she didn't even see the enemy. All she saw was the towering tsunami sweeping in, eventually passing through them thanks to the planet's strong defenses.

Looking further back, one could see the pale-faced fat director, who was staring at Mashu with the same surprised expression as her, and behind them, the same vast expanse of blue sea and sky... a deathly still expanse of blue sea and sky.