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Surging flames roared without restraint.
Where the flying divine spear passed, the ground was instantly reduced to magma. The earth melted and flowed, turning into rivers of molten fire.
This was a supreme divine artifact.
A god-slaying weapon personally bestowed by the King of Gods, Indra, upon Karna.
A weapon created for one purpose alone.
To kill gods.
Thrown from Shirou Emiya's hand, the blazing flames peeled away, revealing its true form-pure lightning. It tore through the air, racing straight toward its target.
The King of Gods, Mekal.
At the same time, two cudgels surged toward Shirou Emiya's position.
Lightning wrapped around them.
Storms howled in their wake.
These were Mekal's divine weapons.
Pursuer and Banisher.
This was not a clash.
The starting points and destinations of the divine artifacts never intersected. They would not collide with one another.
Instead-
This was mutual destruction.
"How troublesome."
After throwing the god-slaying spear, Shirou Emiya felt it clearly.
His magical energy was completely exhausted.
With no magic left, he could not evade the pursuit of Mekal's two divine artifacts.
So he didn't try.
He chose to face the attack head-on.
The strike that had once defeated Verethragna.
"Fortunately..."
A faint smile surfaced.
"I was prepared."
As the divine artifacts closed in, Shirou Emiya reached out and brushed his hand across the armor covering his body.
This was the fourth Noble Phantasm reinforced to its absolute limit.
"Kavacha and Kundala."
O Sun, Become Armor.
Once Karna's Noble Phantasm.
An armor that nullified ninety percent of all damage.
And now-
Under Shirou Emiya's reinforcement, it nullified ninety-nine percent.
Not only that.
Its defensive performance had been further enhanced beyond its original limits.
Unlike the other three weapons, this armor had already been prepared the moment Shirou Emiya arrived on Sardinia.
It was meant to maximize his combat power in this battle.
He hadn't expected to actually need it.
Running his fingers across the armor's surface, Shirou Emiya smiled again.
"As expected of me."
"I accomplished effortlessly what Karna couldn't."
Karna could not use Kavacha when activating Vasavi Shakti.
But Shirou Emiya could.
After all, he could project two identical Noble Phantasms at once.
That difference mattered.
As Shirou Emiya let out a quiet chuckle, Mekal's twin cudgels drew closer.
They were fast.
Faster than the spear Shirou Emiya had thrown.
But speed alone was meaningless.
With little Rimuru's blessing, Shirou Emiya possessed a thousand times his normal thought speed.
Time stretched.
He had more than enough room to think.
He glanced toward the divine spear streaking through the sky.
He felt the wind brush past his cheek.
Then he spoke softly.
"I will not die."
"But you will."
"You will die here."
"Therefore-"
"The ultimate victor of this battle is me."
"O noble King of Gods."
"Become my power."
The moment his words faded-
Pursuer and Banisher struck.
Shirou Emiya's body was blasted away, hurled through the air like a meteor.
At the same time-
The god-slaying spear pierced Mekal's body.
Unlike Shirou Emiya, Mekal wore no divine armor capable of resisting such a strike.
There was no defense.
No escape.
The lightning spear ran him through completely.
The King of Gods met his end.
"...I never imagined it would end like this."
Mekal's voice was calm, even as his power rapidly drained away.
"To be defeated by a human."
"To become the cornerstone that allows him to transform into our sworn enemy."
"What a disgrace."
A pause.
Then-
"However."
"I acknowledge your valor."
"Having fallen at your hands, I have nothing to say."
His gaze followed Shirou Emiya's flying body.
"Until I return..."
"You must not die by another's hand."
Knowing his end had arrived, Mekal spoke quietly.
Then-
Another voice answered.
"To think that the great King of Gods would fall so thoroughly."
"It seems a remarkable being has been born among my children."
Hearing that voice, Mekal slowly raised his head.
A woman stood there.
"Pandora..."
"The woman who bestows all things."
"You have manifested personally."
Pandora smiled.
"Oh my, Lord King of Gods."
"It's been a long time."
"As long as gods and humans exist, I will manifest."
"I am the witch who bestows all calamities."
"And also a glimmer of hope."
"Is it surprising?"
She turned her gaze toward Shirou Emiya's fallen body.
"This child is my new son."
"Hehe."
"Does it hurt?"
"But endure it."
"This pain is the price you must pay to reach the highest peak."
"Just accept it obediently."
She knelt beside Shirou Emiya and gently stroked his unconscious head.
Then she stood and looked at Mekal, still pierced by the divine spear.
"Now then."
"Please bestow your blessing."
"And your hatred."
"Upon this child."
"The Seventh Campione."
"With the destiny of the youngest Demon Lord."
"Please offer your sacred divine words."
Mekal laughed.
"Hahaha!"
"Blessing and hatred..."
"Good."
"Very good."
As his body began to fade, his voice rang out one last time.
"Then, Shirou Emiya."
"I bestow my blessing upon you."
"You who are reborn as the King of God-Slayers."
"You are the first to usurp my Authority."
"The Authority of the King of Gods, Mekal."
"May you be stronger than all others."
"May you possess a body that will not fall."
"Until the day we battle again."
With those words-
The King of Gods, Mekal, completely dissipated.
He vanished from the human world.
Pandora smiled faintly at Shirou Emiya.
Then she disappeared as well.
After all, she still needed to oversee the reincarnation ritual of the young Campione.
The storm subsided.
Rain vanished.
Lightning and thunder faded away.
The scarred land fell silent.
No trace of a Heretic God remained.
Only Shirou Emiya lay amidst the ruins, sleeping soundly.
Though his body was covered in wounds, it did nothing to disturb his rest.
"Lord Shirou!"
The quiet night was suddenly broken by a voice filled with panic.
A pink-haired figure raced through the darkness, crossing shattered terrain without hesitation.
She reached his side.
"Lord Shirou!"
Shuna knelt beside him, her hands trembling.
Seeing his condition, she bit her lip hard.
Her eyes were filled with worry.
She had never seen him like this.
In her memories, Shirou Emiya was always composed.
Always confident.
Always invincible.
Even when facing Demon Lord Milim, he had never been wounded to this extent.
Now-
His body was twisted unnaturally.
Almost every bone was shattered.
Wounds covered him from head to toe.
Blood continued to flow.
Injuries like these would have killed an ordinary person countless times over.
But this was Shirou Emiya.
A man who possessed Battle Continuation.
After quickly assessing his condition, Shuna took out the potion she had prepared in advance.
A Perfect Recovery Potion.
The highest grade.
Personally made by Rimuru.
As long as a person had not yet drawn their final breath, even missing limbs could be restored.
She poured it into Shirou Emiya's mouth.
Moments later-
His body began to recover.
Bones reformed.
Wounds closed.
Blood vanished.
Soon, there was no trace of injury left.
"That's great..."
Shuna let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding.
A gentle smile appeared on her face.
Behind her, Lucrezia Zola watched the scene in silence.
Then she murmured to herself.
"I witnessed it."
"The birth of the Seventh Campione."
"The world..."
"...is about to be shaken by a massive wave."
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