The Sun-Shooting Arrow turned into a pillar of light that pierced straight into the sky.
Even the dreaded White-Faced, Golden-Furred Nine-Tailed Fox, an existence elevated to the rank of Humanity's Evil, could not withstand it.
Her entire body was impaled through.
"I once swore—if you dared embrace evil, I would cut you down," Nameless said calmly, gazing at her.
Back then, when fighting against the gods corrupted by Outer Gods, he had kept this fox as a final contingency.
If he and Shikotei were to fall, she could overturn the table.
By devouring the essence of the Golden Crows, she had traced back to the source—transforming fully into the Golden White Face's nine-tailed Fox.
Even without becoming Humanity's Evil, such a form already granted her strength surpassing that of a divine king.
At that level, she would have been more than enough to overwhelm the corrupted gods.
But Nameless had made his own preparations.
He had long hidden away the very Sun-Shooting Arrow that once pierced a Golden Crow. Using the aura sealed within, he had called forth one of the strongest archer of myth—
Hou Yi!
The Hou Yi who shot down nine suns, the ultimate bane of solar power.
[Restraint surpasses all—specialized strike against the Sun Gods!]
The summoning had granted Nameless Hou Yi's blessing and legacy.
And on top of that, from the Greek Singularity he had once obtained the blessing of Artemis, goddess of the moon and the hunt.
With inheritances from two supreme deities of archery and hunting, coupled with his own career of walking human history as an archer who hunted down one enemy after another—
He absolutely qualified as a Grand Archer.
And with the Sun-Shooting Arrow that perfectly countered solar power—
Even Tamamo-no-Mae, reborn as Humanity's Evil, could not resist a strike that cut to her very origin.
This was why Nameless had allowed her to devour the Golden Crow's essence, to fuse one tail after another.
Because he had the confidence to erase her in a single, decisive shot.
But now, with that shot released—
Hou Yi's Sun-Shooting Arrow was spent, and the projected Sun-Shooting Bow crumbled into fragments.
The overwhelming strike had already exhausted all its power.
Nameless looked at the fox, frozen in stunned silence, and said lightly:
"Your next words will be—'No! You actually stripped me of my solar power?'"
Sure enough—
"No! You truly stripped me of my solar power?!"
Tamamo snapped out of her daze, disbelief filling her face.
The Golden White Face's nine-tailed Fox was the divine soul of Amaterasu, sovereign of the sun, wielding power beyond imagination.
Each of her nine blazing tails was akin to a Golden Crow itself, radiating dreadful might.
Every tail surpassed even Gawain, the Knight of the Sun.
But with one arrow, Nameless had severed her solar power.
Her aura plummeted rapidly.
Her massive, flame-wreathed tails—hundreds of meters long—collapsed into ash one after another.
It was as though the spiritual foundation of Amaterasu had been cut away.
====
In modern Greece—
Medea whispered in awe:
"As expected of you. You really shot down the sun itself!"
Even the fox, reborn as Humanity's Evil with all nine tails, could not withstand him.
That man truly was the strongest hero beloved of the gods.
Not only saving humanity—he had even saved Olympus itself.
"He really… left me too far behind," Atalanta bit her lip, recalling their fateful race.
She, the princess famed as the swiftest in Greece, faster than the wind, able to hunt mighty beasts…
Yet no matter how fast she had run, she had never been able to catch him.
The distance had only grown wider—until she could no longer close it.
And now—
He had revealed his prowess as a Grand Archer, successfully completing the hunt by stripping Tamamo of her solar might.
Defeating her in the very domain she prided herself on.
All Atalanta could do was gaze at his back, a figure she could never reach.
Medea gave a small, almost teasing sigh: "Get used to it. He'll always be creating miracles. You won't catch him."
Tsk… little huntress, even your own moon goddess covets him. You never had a chance.
She knew Atalanta's nature well.
The proud huntress could never accept her own weakness.
But hesitation is defeat.
Better to resign yourself and keep leading your little FFF brigade, forever a single pup.
"I don't believe that!" Atalanta snapped.
She too bore Artemis' blessing. She too was strengthened by the hunt. She would grow stronger. Even if she could never catch up, she refused to lose sight of his figure!
"Oh, is that so? Well then—good luck," Medea shrugged.
The cruel truth of the world: to stand before the great gate of a higher realm, only to hear someone inside say, "I'm so weak"—
That was the most despairing feeling of all.
So wasn't it better just to lie flat and enjoy life?
Medea had already chosen that path.
If she couldn't catch up in strength, then she'd simply find other methods.
For example… something involving potions, perhaps?
After all, she was just an innocent, cute little princess.
She'd never harbor bad intentions~
…
In the video feed—
Tamamo, robbed of her solar power, now burned with pure rage.
Countless resentful souls swirled around her—
The very authority of Humanity's Evil.
The endless sins of mankind's wars and slaughter, all invoked at her command.
She sneered:
"I see through you. After that one arrow, you're spent. You cannot fight anymore!"
He was no true Grand Servant.
By sacrificing his Grand-class, his strength had already drained away.
And at that moment—
The one who had previously self-destructed, Yu Mei-ren, reappeared, smiling sweetly at her:
"Fox spirit—so long as I'm here, you won't lay a finger on his soul!"
"Heh. You barely reconstituted your body. Even if you blew yourself up again, you couldn't harm me!" Tamamo scoffed.
Yes, Yu Mei-ren was a spirit-being, able to endlessly draw ether from nature.
But even with the infinite Source, she still needed time to replenish. She couldn't restore herself instantly.
Yet then—
A man in a coronet, scroll in hand, stepped forward with a smile:
"She may not be enough. But with my assistance, she can be."
"…Chin Kyu? You're just a petty strategist. You think you can threaten me?"
If it were Kou, perhaps his destructive might could force her back.
But a mere strategist? Laughable.
Chin Kyu only bowed humbly—though his smile grew oddly bright, even… kind:
"I am weak, yes. But I can make others shine brilliantly."
Turning to Yu Mei-ren, he whispered:
"It's a cruel choice. But you understand, don't you, Lady Yu?"
"…Do it."
Yu Mei-ren nodded, serene.
To destroy this embodiment of Humanity's Evil, she would offer herself. Afterwards, she would wring Nameless dry. Not a drop left!
Adjusting his glasses, Chin Kyu activated his greatest Noble Phantasm—
[Two-Pronged Formation!]
Hum~
A strange power spread through Yu Mei-ren.
Her incomplete, half-restored body suddenly surged upward in strength.
"This… is incredible!"
Yu Mei-ren cried out in delight.
Her absorption of the world's mana instantly grew tenfold.
Her reserves expanded by several times. The destructive force of her next strike would be amplified dozens of times over!
Mordred's eyes gleamed:
"That's amazing!"
She had once scoffed at the strategist's claims of empowerment. But seeing Yu Mei-ren's explosive growth—her heart burned with excitement.
If she had this power, she could even surpass her father—and Nameless too!
After this battle, she wanted that power for herself.
"What?!" Tamamo faltered.
What had just happened?!
Why had Yu Mei-ren's aura skyrocketed in mere moments?
Chin Kyu's smile deepened:
"Good. You've been strengthened. Now—go deliver the end."
The sky and earth turned crimson.
The stench of blood filled the world.
Bathed in death, Yu Mei-ren rushed forward with open arms:
"Come—let us embrace!"
[Eternal Lament: The Grieving Song of the Departed Soul's Cursed Blood!!]
"No! Stay away from me!" Tamamo screamed, retreating in panic.
But there was no escape.
The world itself, as if siding with Yu Mei-ren, crushed her path.
She could not flee.
BOOM!
A radiant blood-red detonation engulfed Tamamo.
Her defenses, no matter how mighty, were shredded instantly.
The blast consumed her, tearing her proud form apart.
And so, the once-mighty Humanity's Evil—Was reduced to a pitiful wreck beneath the suicidal embrace of the strengthened Yu Mei-ren.
Fresh from being stripped of her solar power by Nameless's divine arrow and then battered by a cataclysmic self-detonation, Tamamo's aura plummeted into freefall.
Chin Kyu watched with satisfaction, nodding as if everything had gone according to plan.
"To pit our strongest asset against theirs, even at the cost of mutual destruction… even if it doesn't kill her outright, crippling her is enough. To me, you are all great heroes."
The audience was left completely stunned—
BobUchiha-[Explosion is an art—but with a power-up?]
HungryGames-[Now I understand why Nameless hates Chin Kyu so much! This guy buffs you beyond your limits just to blow you up like fireworks!]
FuyukiGasLeak-[Yu Mei-ren's suicide-bombing + Chin Kyu's self-destruction buff = Super Nuke!]
LegallyRetarded-[Brilliant as fireworks, radiant as a falling star—case closed, that meteor 65 million years ago that wiped out the dinosaurs? That was you two, wasn't it?!]
SergeantSaunders-[Look at Mordred's pale little face—she looks terrified out of her wits!]
====
In the hotel lounge, Mordred stared blankly at the screen before clenching her teeth in outrage.
"Damn you, Chin Kyu! You actually wanted to use me as a firework?!"
Sure, his Two-Pronged Formation really could make someone stronger—but the problem was how.
The price was to burn oneself out, exceed one's natural limits, and inevitably explode in mutual destruction.
She shuddered at the thought.
Just one more step, and had it not been for that manic nutcase Gray(who proved his ability with a gleeful self-detonation), she might have been tricked into taking the buff herself.
That thought alone felt like she had walked to the very gates of the underworld.
Unlike Yu Mei-ren, she had no way of reconstituting her body afterward.
Artoria glanced over at her calmly.
"If you had taken Chin Kyu's enhancement, perhaps you really could have matched me. Tempting, isn't it?"
The rebellious cub's ambitions were plain as day to her.
To grow stronger, topple her father, and snatch Nameless right in front of her.
But alas—your father is still your father.
No matter how much you scheme, you'll never surpass me.
"…I refuse!"
Mordred rolled her eyes.
Sure, she wanted to fight—and survive!
Another round of mutual annihilation, like in the battle of Camlann? Once was enough.
If it happened again, she'd be the laughingstock of the entire world, a restless ghost for eternity.
Besides, what—was she supposed to watch her dad and Nameless cuddle and flirt in the afterlife?
Absolutely not!
Gawain, meanwhile, was wide-eyed with admiration.
"This kind of ultimate buff… truly terrifying."
If he were to receive it, he'd absolutely have the power to defeat Nameless. But he was alive and well—why in the world would he blow himself up?
Still, as he looked upon his liege and the wayward "son" in their strange, almost familial rivalry, Gawain smiled warmly.
Yes, this was Britain's true future.
Watching them filled him not with worry, but hope.
…
Back in the video, Yu Mei-ren's enhanced self-detonation left Tamamo grievously wounded once more.
She snarled, seething with rage.
"Damn you all! Every last one of you—I'll slaughter you all!"
The great Beast of Humanity had never endured such humiliation. Her fury knew no bounds.
Just then, the harmless-looking white creature Fou hopped from Mash's shoulder onto Nameless's.
The little beast, always Chaldea's adorable mascot, had won the hearts of countless fans since its first appearance.
Its merchandise sales alone were astronomical—truly a dream pet.
It spoke softly:
"Fou… Fou! (Nameless, this is all the mana I have left. Take it!)"
The magic power it had been painstakingly storing was poured into Nameless in an instant.
The void left in him after sacrificing his Grand-class foundation for the Sun-Shooting Arrow was suddenly filled to the brim.
Feeling the flood of energy coursing through him, Nameless rose from his exhausted state.
He walked toward the nine-tailed fox, calm and resolute.
"Sorry. But this ends now."
At his feet, blazing runes unfurled.
He began chanting a rewritten aria—
"I am the bone of my sword."
"Steel is my body, and fire is my blood!"
"Countless blades have been tempered by my hands."
"With every cut, with every clash, I carve the path of man!"
"Every sword, every will, converges upon this hill of steel!"
"Here I cast away my life, my name, my fate!"
"I stand—the master of all blades!"
As the aria echoed, his mana erupted into a vast Reality Marble, engulfing both combatants.
From afar, it was a wasteland littered with endless blades—
[Unlimited Blade Works!]
Within it, countless swords lifted into the air, swirling around him like a storm of steel.
Another timeline's Muramasa appeared as his alter ego, drawing upon the furnace of all blades.
A massive forge rose, consuming every weapon to reforge them into one—a single blade sharper, purer, deadlier than all before.
A weapon brimming with apocalyptic edge.
"The day a broken sword is reforged is the day Nameless returns."
He gripped the newly forged Nameless Sword, leveling it at the fox.
"Fox, perhaps I should thank you—for pushing me to glimpse a higher path of the sword."
"Oh? Then let me thank you in turn—by tearing out your soul, and keeping you at my side forever."
Tamamo strode forward with grace, her authority as Humanity's Evil manifesting once again.
As the Beast embodying mankind's weapon-forging sin, all human-made arms bent before her.
Even the sword that once pierced Shikotei's invincible defenses had been crushed like twigs in her hands.
"Then watch carefully—this blade is beyond your grasp."
Nameless's eyes flared open into the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, finally discerning the lines of mortality shrouding her form.
He compressed Fou's bestowed mana into a single, blazing point—and channeled it all into the Nameless Sword.
His blood boiled, his soul burned.
He poured everything into this final strike.
"This blade severs fate, sins, and futures alike!"
"I name this blade—God-Slayer!"
"Die!"
The sword's radiance split the Reality Marble apart, a storm of divine light cleaving straight toward the Beast.
"Pathetic! To challenge me with mere swordplay!"
Tamamo's nine tails flared, transmuting into the deadliest weapons of mankind.
Even stripped of solar divinity, each tail still pulsed with the amassed malice of human slaughter.
But as her power surged forth—she realized, with terror, that it was all being cut away.
The tidal wave of karmic sin she commanded—severed.
The weapons born of her tails—cleaved apart.
Her tails themselves—shorn off one after another.
"NOOOO!!!"
Tamamo screamed in panic.
The strike fell, slicing through eight of her nine tails in one swing.
From the Beast of Humanity's Evil, she was reduced to a mere ordinary Heroic Spirit.
The swordlight shattered the Reality Marble.
Nameless pointed his blade to her throat.
"You've lost."
Everyone watching felt as though they had awoken from a dream.
He won?
Nameless had really defeated a Beast?
…
In the living room, Illya gasped in awe.
"Humanity's Evil was really defeated? Oh, right—of course. If she hadn't been, there'd be no Proper Human History left!"
Beasts are the mirror of mankind.
The stronger humanity becomes, the stronger its Beasts—an endless escalation.
This nine-tailed fox had feasted on the sins of endless human wars, incarnating as the Beast of Cruelty.
If unchecked, she would plunge the world into ceaseless slaughter and despair.
"Indeed—that bastard Goetia really did try to incinerate all of human history. If he hadn't been defeated, none of us would even exist right now!"
Kirina agreed wholeheartedly.
To set fire to human history itself, turning all of mankind into fuel—just thinking about it was terrifying.
Thankfully, Nameless had cut down that hideous Demon King. Otherwise, humanity as a species would have been erased long ago.
Sanjiro gave the brat a strange look. "True enough. If it hadn't been stopped, you wouldn't even be here."
That was just cold, hard fact.
If the end of the world hadn't been averted—if Nameless hadn't put that thing down—there'd be no such thing as their "everyday life" now.
But the problem was, "everyday life" never lasted forever.
A worse calamity was already on the horizon.
If the brat who had fused with the planetary will Gaia ever broke free of her seal, humanity would be truly finished.
And even Sanjiro couldn't think of a single way to oppose that.
Maybe… run off into Imaginary Numbers Space with a handful of allies, and beg Tiamama to shelter them?
That was the only "solution" he could come up with.
Otherwise, the only option would be to abandon Earth entirely and begin humanity's interstellar wandering.
Miyu studied Tamamo, her tails severed, and said thoughtfully,
"So that's why when she descended, she only had one tail."
Back then, a hundred years ago, one tail had made her the weakest of A-rank Heroic Spirits.
The shame of A-rank.
And yet—
As time passed, she grew her second tail.
With the third, her strength skyrocketed, instantly putting her among the top-tier.
Enough to become the Head of the Fuyuki Mage's Academy.
So all along… it was big brother who had cut them off.
That vixen got what she deserved!
Illya's curiosity only grew.
"So… does this mean Nameless still has to fight the Emperor?"
Earlier, after his grand "Grand-class" body had been defeated, the Emperor had wanted Nameless to deal with the fox and the Tree.
And now Nameless had actually beaten down a Beast, the incarnation of humanity's evil.
Would the Emperor, who had built an Eternal Empire lasting two thousand years, really be willing to see it all collapse?
"Of course he'll fight. With his pride? No way he'd ever kneel to 'Proper Human History,' even knowing this whole realm is just a pot-world illusion." Kirina was certain.
With her understanding of him, giving up simply wasn't in his nature.
Illya nodded.
"True. The empire that's lasted 2,600 years—that kind of obsession isn't something he can just let go."
It had already become the deepest, sharpest of fixations.
An oath he'd uphold even if it cost him his life.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have raised his hand against the teacher who once guided him.
"Maybe so."
Sanjiro didn't explain further.
Because what came next would be the Emperor's true moment of glory.
The moment everyone would witness what it meant to be the emperor who sheltered an entire empire.
====
Before everyone's eyes—
Tamamo, stripped of eight tails, stared blankly.
"I… actually lost?"
First her solar divinity had been torn away, forcing mortality upon her.
Now, her tails—her power—cut down until even killing her would be trivial.
To think she'd actually let her heart stir for once, only to be crushed so utterly… damn it all!
"Return to the Throne."
Nameless's gaze was calm as he raised his blade to deliver the finishing strike.
But before he could, the branches of the Fantasy Tree lashed out, seizing her and dragging her away.
Tamamo tried to resist, but she no longer had the strength.
"No!"
Once partners, she was now prey—devoured by the Tree itself.
That's what comes of bargaining with a monster.
The sacred tree shifted back into its true form: an Alien God's Fantasy Tree.
Its grotesque tendrils writhed, struggling against erasure.
Mash hurried over.
"Senpai, do we start chopping the Tree now?"
That was the only way to end this Lostbelt once and for all.
But in that instant—
The true ruler of this world appeared. The Lostbelt King himself: Shikotei.
He looked at Nameless.
"Teacher… I never thought you'd truly defeat that fox."
The surprise was genuine.
First he had destroyed the Emperor's Grand body.
Now, he had struck down the Beast itself.
So this… was the symbol of Proper Human History's future?
Mordred, peeking from behind Nameless, shouted,
"Your so-called unified, eternal peace is nothing but a pathetic jar-world. Isn't it time you woke up?"
"Heh. A man dreamed he was a king… or perhaps a king only dreamed he was a man. Which was truth, and which was lie? Tell me—was it my empire's fall, or its eternal glory, that was the dream?"
Before anyone could answer, Sekitoba butted in.
"Ohhh, dream talk, I get it! So am I Lü Bu in the form of a horse, or a horse who only thinks he's Lü Bu?"
"…Horse, can you not?" Chin Kyu snapped.
This was supposed to be a discussion of humanity's survival, and the stupid steed was killing the mood.
With the interruption brushed aside, Shikotei raised his gaze to the sky.
The Great Wall in orbit—once cut in two by Nameless's arrow—was falling apart.
The wall was broken.
The greatest construct of Qin, protector of both empire and planet, now rained down in fiery fragments.
And yet his face was calm.
"I am the only True Man, the Eternal Emperor of an Eternal Empire. It is my right and my duty to lead my people into everlasting happiness and an eternal future."
A burden he had carried for 2,603 years.
To make his own will the will of heaven.
To become the impartial sky itself, ruling all lives with absolute fairness.
It had hardened into obsession—so powerful he would even turn his blade against his own teacher.
"But this world has no future," Nameless answered softly. "It's already fated for ruin."
The Emperor's crimson eyes bored into him. "Then tell me—does Proper Human History truly hold hope?"
He had forged a shining Qin, built a Wall up in the vast sky, constructed a mechanical palace-body, ended endless wars.
All of it, his proudest achievements.
But Proper Human History? To his eyes, nothing but endless war and calamity.
Humanity's desires devouring humanity itself.
Nameless's voice cut in gently.
"Do you still remember the vow you swore, when you first crowned yourself as the First Emperor?"
"Of course I do."
The Emperor closed his eyes in memory.
Back then, Nameless had aided him in unifying the Six States.
Declaring himself greater than the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, a ruler above all.
Before the world, he had sworn—to forge an empire without end, a realm of eternal peace and conquest—his very soul bound to guard the land even beyond death.
It was that oath that had driven countless followers to march under his banner.
Together, they had built the Eternal Empire.
Nameless pressed him: "Alive, you've built an empire that extinguishes possibility itself. Why not give humanity a chance?"
"I do not trust in humanity's desires!"
The Emperor's reply was absolute.
"Humanity's imperfection is what makes them human. Why not believe they can grow, and forge a path toward an infinite future instead?"
Nameless placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Human greatness belongs to all of humanity. Humanity's disasters are for all to face together—not yours to shoulder alone You've done more than enough. It's time to lay down that burden you've carried for 2,603 years At least this once… live as yourself."
For him, Shikotei was never just a tyrant, never just an invincible foe—he was a student. A child who had once wanted to make the world a happier place.
The others—Mordred, Mash, all of them—watched tensely, weapons ready.
No one believed such an obsession could just… be set down.
"…Can I place my trust in you, Teacher?"
In the Emperor's crimson eyes flickered flames—reminding Nameless of the boy's bright, curious gaze from long ago.
"In Proper Human History… when you died, you became the spirit that guarded your people's unity."
He spoke the truth with solemn weight.
Shikotei had destroyed the Six States, uniting the land and laying the foundations of the his empire.
From that moment forward, even through countless wars and invasions, the land would always strive for unity again.
Generation after generation of rulers, warriors, and conquerors—each burning everything to bind their people together once more.
That was the legacy he had left them.
His body may have perished, but his legacy endured.
…
In the real Epang Palace—
Komei listened to Nameless's words, and found himself unable to deny them.
Without question—Nameless grasped its spirit better than anyone.
He himself had once spent his final breath aiding his lord, striving toward the same dream of unity.
That dream was rooted in the deeds of the First Emperor: breaking kingdoms, binding them together, setting one law, one measure, one voice across the land.
The vision of unity had already soaked into the marrow of the people.
It had become an obsession, carried by countless souls across the ages.
Every would-be ruler, hero, and conqueror had bled for it.
And yet—
"This so-called Eternal Empire," Komei sighed inwardly, "is not preservation at all—it's the cutting off of tomorrow."
As a statesman, he too had longed for a country of eternal peace.
But true protection and happiness did not lie in blind stagnation.
It lay in awakening the people, letting all live freely and advance with the nation together.
That was civilization's true meaning.
For the empire was never just a nation—it was a civilization disguised as one.
To sever culture's inheritance, to reduce all people to witless livestock in captivity—that was nothing but cruelty.
So… what choice would the Lostbelt's Emperor make?
Komei and every Heroic Spirit fixed their eyes on the screen, tension running high.
It was clear—this had reached the climax.
Everything rested on the Emperor's decision.
And under everyone's gaze—
Nameless spoke again:
"Now, your so-called Eternal Empire has already reached perfection, and in doing so, reached its end. There is no future. This is not protection—it is extinction, wrought by your own hand!"
"…Extinction…"
The Emperor's voice wavered.
Ever since laying eyes upon Chaldea, he had not attacked.
Why?
Because long ago he had already seen it—the ruin of his so-called Eternal Empire.
A future without hope.
Despair so deep it hollowed him out.
And so, he had watched, waiting—hoping to glimpse some fragment of light from Chaldea.
But this world had shown him none.
The future here… was no future at all.
Not the tomorrow he desired.
At last, Shikotei let out a free and easy laugh:
"Then let us entrust the weaving of tomorrow to Proper Human History. Will you show Us a future without end?"
"Of course," Nameless vowed, solemn as iron.
For that was their mission—to protect human order, to give mankind an infinite tomorrow, even at the cost of their own lives.
——
Just then, the sky went dark.
The colossal Epang Palace had risen into the sky, looming above them all.
[Six kings subdued, four seas united. Shu mountains leveled, Epang raised.
The palace—so vast it defied imagination—hung suspended in the sky.
Within, power surged, world-shaking, world-ending.
And the palace's insides were no ordinary halls of wood and stone.
No—its structure mirrored nature's magecraft, its systems built as a miniature cosmos.
Epang Palace was no palace at all—it was a world unto itself, a permanent, titanic Reality Marble!
As the palace descended—
Twelve titanic metal giants leapt forth from its gates.
Each stood over a hundred meters tall, surging with inexhaustible magical power, their strength beyond measure.
For these were none other than the twelve golden men of Qin, forged after the Six States were crushed:
[Gather all the weapon of the realm, blades melted down, recast as twelve golden colossi—to weaken the common folk!]
Now those twelve golden men stood revealed as towering war-mecha.
Each carried might enough for interstellar battle, for war among the stars.
And this did not even include the frozen Heroic Spirits sealed within Hero Repository—
Yes, Shikotei was not only the Lostbelt's King—he was its very Alaya, its keeper of a Heroic Spirit Hall of his own.
Meanwhile, the orbital Great Wall still glared down from space, its colossal cannons humming with apocalyptic charge.
Weapons of war, piled high beyond imagining, all bared their fangs at once.
…
The tension was unbearable.
Each weapon displayed power enough to annihilate nations.
Unleashed together, they could only mean one thing—the intent to obliterate Chaldea completely.
Within the video—
Mash drew close to Nameless, voice tight:
"Senpai…?"
"What's going on?" Mordred, too, was stunned.
Epang Palace had left its place, hanging now directly above them—with power enough to crush them all where they stood, especially after their draining battle with the Beast.
Yes… it seemed their end had come.
But Nameless did not raise his guard. His voice was calm:
"Shikotei, the hour of this Lostbelt's demise has come. Now is the time to release your empire."
The battlefield froze.
He could end them with a thought.
He didn't even need to.
Simply unleashing the frozen heroes of the Hero Repository would be enough.
The heroes of two thousand years of the Country history, every mighty soul, every legendary name—that alone could have swept Chaldea away like dust.
"…Hahaha! Teacher, you never fail to lay impossible choices before Us!"
Shikotei's radiant face broke into a smile.
With a hum of magic, the twelve golden colossi strode forward together.
Their unyielding metal bodies flowed like liquid, fusing into one.
Forming a single, colossal giant—
In its hands was gripped a titanic axe, a hundred meters long, a primordial weapon blade splitting the earth.
The weight of it pressed down on all present.
And yet—
The giant did not turn its weapon against Chaldea.
Instead, it walked forward… toward the Alien God's Fantasy Tree.
And before all unbelieving eyes—
Crash!
With one clean stroke, the colossal axe sheared through writhing tendrils and struck the Tree's roots, cleaving it in two!
The Fantasy Tree—the very core of the Lostbelt's existence.
Once severed, its world was doomed to collapse into nothingness.
And so, it was done.
The Eternal Emperor who had built the Eternal Empire—cut down the Tree with his own hands.
He himself had chosen his world's end.