On Uruk's northern Demonic Front, Arjuna, sensing the approaching surge of mana from above, froze mid-battle, his heart racing. He looked up at the white stars speckling the night sky.
"What is this feeling?"
It wasn't just Arjuna. Leonidas, directing soldiers nearby, also sensed the unsettling, terrifying mana from afar.
"Such immense power…"
"Foolish Merlin, do you know what's happening?" Ana, petite but fierce, sliced a climbing beast in half with her scythe, turning to Merlin, whose Clairvoyance could see far.
What's happening…
"It's not something I can explain in a few words, but to cause such a stir? You're truly enraged this time, my friend…" Merlin's brows furrowed, his usual flippancy gone as he stared at the white silhouettes in the sky with a grave expression.
"What is this power…"
Soon, not only the Servants but the sudden emergence of countless potent mana signatures, stirring the ether sea, alerted soldiers and beasts across Uruk to the anomaly in the sky.
Even the Demon God Pillars commanding the battlefield from the rear were startled by this unknown upheaval.
Something was coming, many things, with mana scales vast beyond belief.
"Ritsuka! Mash!" Dr. Roman, stationed at Chaldea, shouted in panic, frantically tapping his detection instruments. His dark-circled eyes widened as he yelled in disbelief.
"The readings are unbelievable, I'm starting to doubt if Chaldea's equipment is malfunctioning. But… thousands of mana signatures are approaching at incredible speed! Each one's mana rivals a typical Servant!"
"In short, over a thousand Servant-level entities are heading your way, with mana wavelengths unlike any magical being we've encountered. I can't tell if they're friend or foe. Be extremely careful, Mash, Ritsuka. If the worst-case scenario unfolds, take Mash and flee, Ritsuka. This is beyond your ability to handle!"
Seeing these results, Dr. Roman's face paled.
Though reluctant to accept such absurd readings, his reason and instincts confirmed their truth.
If the situation spiraled to the worst, he'd unhesitatingly spirit-transfer Ritsuka and Mash back to Chaldea, then devise a solution.
This wasn't about cowardice but avoiding pointless sacrifice.
Against thousands of Servant-level foes, the Demonic Front would collapse instantly, and Uruk couldn't hold. Even if Ritsuka and Mash refused to abandon it, victory would be impossible, and staying would mean certain death.
Sometimes, fleeing wasn't cowardice but a different kind of courage.
"A thousand Servants' mana?! Is that true, Dr. Roman?!" Hearing his report, Ritsuka and Mash's eyes widened, stunned by the revelation.
After confirming with Romani, they looked up at the whitening night sky.
Then their eyes widened further.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!!
Before they appeared, their sound arrived.
Terrifying mana coalesced in the sky, countless piercing sonic booms echoing from the clouds, followed by a rain of light-lances falling like a volley of arrows.
Whether it was Ritsuka on the battlefield or Romani and Da Vinci at Chaldea, all watched in disbelief.
With the burst of blinding light, the battlefield's tide turned dramatically.
"What is this…?"
As the light rain fell, the beast-dominated battlefield seemed scorched by intense heat, half the beasts melting instantly.
The rampaging creatures vanished in the light, lions, scorpions, all evaporating without a trace.
The light-lances' radiance enveloped the battlefield, leaving no life, only scorched earth and white smoke.
Then, a massive white disc descended from the night sky.
Like a white sun, it bathed the battlefield, banishing Uruk's darkness.
Pure white light poured down, the giant solar disc radiating dazzling brilliance, like the miracles of the great Holy Father in scripture, gently casting countless valiant angels onto the bloodiest battlefield.
The white light dispersed, and countless divine warriors fell from the sky, raising their arms to conjure new light-lances, launching another assault on the distant Demon God Pillars and incoming beasts.
Another rain of terrifyingly potent light-lances fell, vaporizing more beasts.
"What are these?!"
"Are the gods manifesting again?"
Uruk's soldiers gaped at the pure white warriors.
Such power, such majestic forms, they seemed divine.
"Angels? No, these eerie things can't be angels, but they have immense mana. Phantasmal species?! Where did so many come from?!"
"What's going on? Does Uruk have such a trump card?!"
The Demon God Pillars, orchestrating the beast assault, stared wide-eyed at the light-seeds' arrival, roaring in disbelief while enduring the light-lance barrage.
The sudden addition of over a thousand Servant-level warriors was enough to shift the battlefield's balance.
"Doctor… are these white figures angels?"
"They're so beautiful, so powerful…" Unlike the frenzied pillars, Mash and Ritsuka were puzzled by these light-seed warriors.
They landed at the battlefield's forefront, forming a wall shielding the Demonic Front.
Pure white bodies, wielding weapons of light and mana, with pristine wings, their mere presence exuded an indescribable sanctity and strength, like the angels of legend.
"No, they're not angels! These beings absolutely aren't angels!!" Romani Archaman swiftly refuted Ritsuka's question.
If anyone knew angels, it was him, second only to the Lord.
He was intimately familiar with angelic and demonic auras, able to discern their nature at a glance.
These white soldiers were neither angels nor demons but pure beings of mana and soul, untainted.
Rather than angels, they were closer to pure phantasmal species.
"Incredible, simply incredible…" Not just Romani, even Da Vinci, the universal genius, marveled at the scene.
"Not only are there thousands, these white warriors are entirely composed of pure mana, with souls but no flesh, each with mana rivaling a Servant."
"For such beings to exist in such numbers, forming an army, is astonishing. Even Odin's Valhalla army in Norse myth might pale in comparison."
"Though we don't know their origin, we're fortunate these white warriors aren't our enemies."
Romani offered his opinion again.
"Ritsuka, Mash, leave the battle to these white warriors. Don't intervene, retreat with Uruk's soldiers."
"Useless Merlin…"
"What is it, Romani?" Hearing his name, the silent Merlin approached.
"No, Merlin-sama, please look after Ritsuka and Mash. The Seventh Singularity's events have far exceeded my expectations. You're the only one I can entrust them to now."
Instead of bickering as usual, Romani bowed earnestly, surprising Merlin.
It was the first time Romani had pleaded for his help.
Though Romani Archaman had lost his former power and identity, this request carried weight, prompting Merlin to respond seriously.
"Don't worry, Romani. These white angels… no, ascended warriors, I assure you, are on Uruk's and humanity's side. No need to fear. As for why they're here, I'd rather not explain."
Merlin nodded, accepting Romani's request, then led Ana, Ritsuka, and Mash to the safety of the walls.
He glanced aside, catching familiar icy blue eyes in the white light.
"…"
Their gazes met, but neither spoke, only nodding silently.
Below, the ascended warriors stood resolute, their eyes burning with vengeful intent toward the beasts.
These warriors, survivors and wounded from the beast war, had their lives and bodies ravaged by beast claws, their loved ones lost to this horrific calamity. Even they were no longer human.
Returning to the battlefield, they sought only vengeance against the beasts.
For themselves, for humanity, they'd unleash the fiercest retribution.
Roy, using the Third Magic, had transformed their existence, turning these broken soldiers into immortal ascended warriors.
But in gaining power, their human traits were stripped by the Third Magic.
Their souls purified, their minds clarified, human contradictions erased, leaving absolute purity.
Vengeance.
Only vengeance.
The fiercest vengeance against the beasts.
To eradicate every beast ravaging this land.
Their shared, purest thought.
Reborn, they had no other desire but vengeance.
Facing the beasts again, their emotions could no longer be contained.
The purest fire of vengeance burned in their chests.
Roy, atop the solar disc, gazed at the ascended warriors he'd transformed and empowered, sighing.
Through the Third Magic, he felt their pure vengeful hearts.
No hesitation was needed.
Then…
"Kill!!!"
In the next instant, countless blinding light-lances surged upward.
They tore a gap in the beast tide.
Thousands of radiant ascended warriors scattered like sparks, charging fearlessly into the beast tide, unstoppable.
Pure vengeful hearts, endless mana in their blood, and immortal bodies.
Newly born, they'd forgotten fear. Their sole goal: vengeance. To eradicate the beasts that ravaged their homes and kin, leaving none alive.
With reborn hands, they'd tear beast heads; with conjured light-lances, pierce their hearts, making all beasts meet destruction in blinding light.
With their blood, they'd honor their lost lives and all humans fallen in this calamity, offering the beasts' lives to the great Father!!
"Kill!!!!"
In moments, the ascended warriors became blurs, charging from all directions into the dense beast horde.
Though thousands strong, compared to the surging tide commanded by the Demon God Pillars, they were negligible.
The vast tide, capable of swallowing all, engulfed the scattered light points, swallowing the white sparks in moments.
Under absolute numerical superiority, they seemed to make little impact, like droplets in the sea.
This shocking scene stunned Uruk's soldiers on the walls, along with Leonidas and Arjuna commanding the field.
"What is this…?"
They couldn't fathom why these unknown white warriors were so reckless, charging into the tide. They could've kept distance, repeating the light-lance barrages to weaken the beasts.
With their mana, a few more volleys could've significantly reduced the beast momentum.
But to pit a thousand against tens of thousands, an endless tide, why? Wasn't this suicide?
They puzzled over the ascended warriors' actions.
Before they could ponder further, the drastic changes in the beast tide explained everything.
"What is this…"
The white light points, swallowed by darkness, didn't vanish as expected but surged, coalescing, then spreading…
In the next moment, the tide boiled like scalding water.
Within the black tide, white light points intensified.
These erupting lights transformed the dark tide dramatically.
White, white, white…
The white grew, soon impossible to ignore.
Like white paint splashed on a black canvas, they claimed vast swaths.
Countless white points dotted the canvas, each an ascended warrior breaking through the tide.
Clutching pure white mana weapons, they reaped beast lives relentlessly.
No tactics or skill were needed; their immortal bodies were their greatest asset. Painless, wounds healed instantly despite beast bites. They needed no weapons, conjuring desired mana arms with a thought.
White light-lances, pure light-swords…
These mana-forged weapons held terrifying power, slicing beast hides like clay, stealing their lives.
The battlefield had transformed utterly.
The once-ferocious beasts panicked under the slaughter by thousands of white figures.
Even their evolved abilities, tailored for the Demonic Front, were laughable against these warriors returned from hell, rendered useless.
Now, the roles had reversed.
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