In the living room.
Illya blinked her wide eyes, her little face full of awe. "It's so beautiful! A meteor shower of Heroic Spirits—it's breathtaking!"
"Truly... it's incredibly moving," Miyu nodded.
In the parallel world of Oath Under Snow, her brother had tried to summon Heroic Spirits to help him fight through the Holy Grail War and protect her. But because he had formed no bonds with any of them, none answered his call.
Left alone, he could only seek power from his alternate selves across countless parallel worlds.
That scene had been so heartbreaking it could bring anyone to tears.
But now—
Not a single Heroic Spirit needed to be summoned. One after another, they arrived at the Final Singularity of their own accord.
They willingly risked the terrifying danger of damaging their Spirit Origins just to stand by her brother's side and defend humanity.
This moment was nothing like that past.
It still brought tears to the eyes—but no longer from sorrow or helplessness.
These were tears of overwhelming emotion.
Then—
Roya gasped in shock. "Wow! So many Arashes, all firing Stella at once!"
"..."
The tears of everyone present came to an abrupt halt.
For a moment, they all stared at her in speechless disbelief.
"What kind of demonic nonsense is that?!" Souma sighed, exasperated.
She was an angel when silent, but the moment she opened her mouth—her words were utterly outrageous.
From a spectator's perspective, he had been deeply moved, his eyes misting over as countless Heroic Spirits descended to aid him against the 72 Demon Gods.
But then—
The child's words instantly snapped him out of his emotional moment.
Give me back my tears of emotion!
However.
Come to think of it, in his past life, the number of Arashes who died from Noble Phantasm activations due to countless unscrupulous Masters like Merlin could probably circle the Earth several times.
How many of you Masters ever let the great hero survive till the end of the game?
And how many of you have actually listened to Arash's victory lines?
See? All unscrupulous!
"The problem is, these shooting stars really look like Arash activating his Noble Phantasm!" Roya pouted, completely unaware of her mistake.
Though.
When Arash activates his Noble Phantasm, it's a meteor shooting forward.
While these Heroic Spirits are descending upon them.
But same difference—it's all about charging forward~
"There's a huge difference! These Heroic Spirits are here to assist in battle, not to die immediately," Souma rolled his eyes.
The Heroic Spirits coming to aid in battle was moving enough for him.
If all these Heroic Spirits started sacrificing themselves at the drop of a hat, he'd be completely bewildered.
He'd start suspecting some illusion or conspiracy.
Most importantly.
Over 99% of Heroic Spirits don't even have such self-sacrificing ultimate moves!
If hundreds of Heroic Spirits really unleashed "Stella," they could easily obliterate the 72 Demon God Pillars.
No amount of infinite resurrection would help.
Unfortunately.
It still wouldn't be enough against the King of Demon Gods.
That guy possesses [Nega-Summon], which inherently counters all Heroic Spirits!
Meaning even if you summoned every Heroic Spirit in human history, they'd all be instantly banished.
They couldn't threaten him in the slightest.
But it's enough.
As long as they can hold off the 72 Demon God Pillars, letting him face the King of Demon Gods directly, that's sufficient.
Roya exclaimed in increasing amazement, "So if we really had this many Arashes using 'Stella,' even the King of Demon Gods would struggle to resist, right?"
"Not realistic. The Evils of Humanity ultimately surpass even gods as the strongest evils," Illya shook her head calmly. "When we fought Tiamat before, we faced the terrifying [Nega Genesis] that nearly overturned the entire world!"
Against rule-based attacks from Evils of Humanity, numbers truly mean nothing.
Only Nameless, as a living human, could enter the [Nega Genesis] bounded field to face Tiamat directly.
No matter how powerful other Heroic Spirits were, they couldn't harm her within that field in the slightest.
And the even more terrifying King of Demon Gods, who ignited human history, clearly possesses similar abilities.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have chosen to simultaneously battle countless Heroic Spirits from human history.
At that moment.
Roya's eyes widened as she suddenly gasped, "Wow, Illya! You and Miyu are appearing too!"
"Eh? I'm there too?" Miyu looked at the screen in surprise.
As each shooting star landed, they transformed into extremely familiar figures.
Among them, both she and Illya were clearly present!
The video continued.
Under the meteor shower of Heroic Spirits, all the Demon God Pillars fell into chaos.
The Demon Gods, who previously outnumbered them, had been freely mocking Nameless and Chaldea.
But now.
The situation had completely reversed!
The overwhelming number of Heroic Spirits made the Demon Gods experience what Nameless had faced earlier.
Each Demon God Pillar was being attacked by multiple Heroic Spirits simultaneously!
All Demon Gods in the intelligence room were frantically reporting conditions from every sector.
The Demon God Baal exclaimed in shock, "Eastern terminal nerves, burning. Enemy Servants, still increasing wildly."
"Western autonomic nerves have been destroyed. Enemy Servants confirmed to be twenty-four!!!"
The Demon God Gaap was filled with disbelief.
Twenty-four Heroic Spirits descending in an instant—the number was absurdly excessive.
The Demon God Ose couldn't resist sneering, "Hah, not worth mentioning! No matter how many Servants there are, they're merely extensions of humans, each one a lone wolf fighting solo."
"They can't compare to us Demon Gods, who can fight side by side, joining forces to annihilate, sweep away, and eliminate!"
Heroic Spirits were each more powerful and arrogant than the last, with many even being mortal enemies. How could they possibly fight together?
A battle where one could trust their back to another was nothing short of an impossible miracle.
So, he wasn't the least bit worried.
"Hahaha, pour Nameless a cup of cappuccino and begin your final struggle!"
The Demon God Ose roared with laughter. "A mere group of Heroic Spirits can instantly defeat us, the 72 Demon Gods?"
"If you can wipe us out today, I! Will! On! The! Spot! Eat our intelligence division leader, Flauros!"
His laughter was exceptionally smug, utterly unrestrained.
Brimming with boundless confidence.
However.
Amid his arrogant, triumphant grin—
The Demon God Baal continued reporting, "Update: Eastern terminal nerves, eliminated. Pillars One through Eight cannot maintain normal values, severely damaged!"
The Demon God Gaap followed up immediately, "Update: Western autonomic nerves have been eliminated. Pillars Twenty-Six through Thirty-Three cannot maintain normal values!"
Before his voice even faded—
The Demon God Raum spoke in a terrified tone, "...Left and right basal skeletal structures, damaged. I... I propose we leave this sector!"
In the blink of an eye.
Nameless and Chaldea, who had been mocked and crushed by them moments ago, suddenly gained the assistance of an overwhelming number of Heroic Spirits.
Enough to crush! Overwhelm! The 72 Demon Gods!
"Why? What in the world happened? How could we Demon Gods be suppressed by mere humans?"
The Demon God Osman was incredulous, roaring in fury, "Why would humans who refuse to understand each other cooperate like this?!"
Humans, from the very beginning, were creatures of extreme selfishness—beings who thought only of themselves.
They were incomparably ugly.
Thus, the Demon Gods had embarked on their grandest endeavor: to rebuild the entire world and utterly rewrite the nature of these repulsive creatures!
But now, these very beings were cooperating without the slightest hesitation!
It defied all comprehension, making the Demon God wonder if humanity had undergone some kind of mutation!
Amidst its furious roars—
The girl holding the banner calmly replied, "...You're right. We humans are indeed beings bound by selfish desires."
"Even as Heroic Spirits, we have not changed in the slightest."
"No—precisely because we are Heroic Spirits, we refuse to distort our convictions."
The saint of France unhesitatingly affirmed the Demon God's words.
This only deepened Osman's confusion. "Then why? Why can you fight together?"
Even the enemy acknowledged this truth.
And yet—
Why could they join forces without reservation?
Why could they stand side by side, even with their sworn enemies, to oppose the Demon Gods?!
"Because there are still humans who believe in us!"
The girl's voice grew stronger, her eyes brimming with confidence and defiance. "Even after witnessing countless Heroic Spirits, countless wars—they still believe we are heroes."
"If we cannot answer that trust, if we cannot answer their voices—how can we call ourselves Heroic Spirits?"
Heroic Spirits were heroes revered and trusted by countless people.
Thus, they chose to answer that reverence, to answer that faith.
If they could not—
Then they were unworthy of the title of hero!
"Damn you! Damn you!" Osman bellowed in rage. "How can such ugly humans stand together?!"
All the Demon Gods roared in fury as one.
Humanity's choice at this moment had completely shattered their understanding.
Three thousand years of observing human history, all the lessons and experiences they had gathered—were now trampled upon without mercy.
And yet—
Facing the Demon Gods' wrathful cries—
"O Lord, grant me permission once more—not to save my country, but to save the world—to raise this banner high."
The girl planted her banner firmly into the ground and offered a devout prayer.
The pure white banner, embroidered with golden fleurs-de-lis, erupted with a sacred radiance.
The light transformed into a golden barrier of defense, spreading outward in all directions, enveloping every Heroic Spirit present.
Then—
She turned to them all and declared in a ringing voice:
"Hear me, O Heroic Spirits gathered in this domain—you who are worth a thousand soldiers, who stand unyielding against ten thousand foes!"
"Even if we were once irreconcilable enemies, even if we hail from eras that never crossed paths—now, I ask you to entrust your backs to one another!"
"Not to prevent the incineration of human history—but to carve a path forward for our Masters!"
"My true name is Jeanne d'Arc! In the name of the Lord, I shall become your unshakable shield!"
Huum—
As her voice echoed, the banner's light grew blindingly radiant.
Like a golden sun rising anew, it illuminated the darkened world in its entirety.
The figures of all heroic spirits were bathed in the radiance formed by the flag.
Under hysterical frenzy, the Demon Gods launched devastating attacks.
Crimson beams of light wantonly converged into torrents, surging toward her.
Facing such assaults,
Jeanne d'Arc brandished her banner symbolizing victory and drove it firmly into the ground: "O banner of mine, protect my brethren!"
[Luminosité Eternelle!]
The holy banner erupted in dazzling golden light, forming an invincible defensive barrier.
The frenzied attacks of the Demon Gods couldn't even scratch this barrier!
Simultaneously,
Countless meteors blazing with light were already madly answering Jeanne's call.
Under this brilliance,
Mash's eyes shimmered with moisture: "Senpai, those countless meteors streaking across the sky—they're all heroic spirits! Every single one!"
As an inadequate shield, she wanted to block all the Demon Gods' attacks for her senpai but found herself utterly powerless.
Against the seventy-two Demon Gods capable of infinite resurrection, only the most terrifying despair awaited.
But now,
The descent of countless heroic spirits instantly transformed her deepest despair into exhilaration.
All viewers erupted in cheers as well—
[Oh my god, Jeanne is so unbelievably cool! This completely overturns her previous image—instant fan!]
[Jeanne is absolutely badass! This hype is unmatched, shining just as brightly as the Sage King in the previous Singularity!]
[Hahaha, keep acting all high and mighty, Demon Gods! Did you think only you could gang up on Nameless? Now the heroic spirits will deliver Nameless's payback!]
[So satisfying! When weak, use guerrilla tactics; when strong, gang up and crush them! Go heroic spirits, annihilate these scourges of human history!]
[Demon God Ose, time to fulfill your promise and eat your boss Flauros!]
[Heh, no need for you to eat him—your boss is about to be pulverized by a horde of heroic spirits, and you're next!]
Fuyuki Grand Hotel.
In the French office,
Lancelot couldn't help exclaiming: "Your Majesty, you're absolutely magnificent!"
Unbelievable.
This French saint was actually the first heroic spirit exposed by [Alaya], yet she hadn't had a single chance to appear since then.
The preview had promised her a glorious, hype-filled moment.
Yet,
During her appearance in the first Singularity, she'd debuted as a villain.
A dragon witch who crawled back from hell, seeking vengeance against all of France to destroy the nation!
Forcing Nameless to descend and confront her.
And summoning another Jeanne to stage the farce of two Jeannes battling.
It was embarrassingly cringe-worthy.
But he never expected,
Before this video even concluded, she'd make such a spectacular, show-stealing entrance.
So awe-inspiring that Lancelot almost thought she surpassed King Arthur.
Blasphemy, blasphemy.
Though physically in France, his heart remained in Britain—he was an utterly devoted fan of the King!
So devoted that even after stealing the Queen and defecting to France, he still longed to return to Britain.
To rejoin the Knights of the Round and serve that King of Knights once more!
Jeanne stared blankly at the screen, barely able to believe her eyes: "I...I actually..."
Was this really her?
Standing so resolutely against the threats of all Demon Gods, delivering such impassioned speeches to heroic spirits across all eras.
Is it really her?
Just listening to it again gives me goosebumps!
The pink-haired knight Astolfo timidly remarked, "Um, Your Majesty, did you use cue cards?"
When she first stepped onto the battlefield to lead the people in liberating Orléans, she was just an illiterate peasant girl.
But thanks to Nameless' tireless efforts teaching her through the night, she finally learned to read.
It would indeed be embarrassing if the revered Maiden of France remained an illiterate village girl.
"Of course not!"
Jeanne d'Arc rolled her eyes disdainfully.
She was the glorious Maiden of France—a mere speech was nothing to her.
To prove this,
Jeanne decisively summoned her Noble Phantasm [Luminosité Eternelle] and began delivering the speech just as in the video:
"Hear me, heroic spirits gathered in this domain—you who could defeat a thousand foes singlehandedly!"
"Even if we were once incompatible enemies, even if we came from eras that never intersected, now I ask you to entrust your backs to one another!"
"Not to prevent the incineration of human order, but to carve out a path forward for our Master!"
"My true name is Jeanne d'Arc—"
But then,
Before she could finish her impassioned lines, she suddenly stopped.
Tears already glistened in her eyes.
Lancelot quickly asked with deep concern, "Your Majesty, are you alright?"
"Sorry, sorry. There's just too much joy mixed into my own lines—I couldn't help but cry. It's just so cool!"
Jeanne wiped the corners of her eyes.
It wasn't easy.
It really wasn't easy.
After all this time, she finally had her moment to shine—wasn't she entitled to this?
The explosively cool, blazingly hype lines were so thrilling that even she got too excited to remember them when reciting them again.
Astolfo looked at her speechlessly. "Your Majesty..."
This was supposed to be your most glorious moment, yet you forgot your lines while reenacting it and cried from emotion—how embarrassing.
"Listen well. After the video ends, edit this speech and make sure everyone in France can witness my heroic moment!"
Jeanne issued the command without hesitation. "Not just France—it must be promoted worldwide so everyone can see my glory!"
How could such an overwhelmingly cool moment be watched just once?
No—it had to be watched countless times!
"..."
Lancelot was momentarily at a loss for words.
Indeed, this Maiden of France was still far from matching the dignity of that Knight King of Britain.
How embarrassing.
Was it just a moment of glory?
Was it just a time to bask in the spotlight, admired and praised by everyone?
Was it just a passionate speech, calling upon countless heroic spirits throughout human history to join hands in battle?
Was it just...
Ah, why does it make me feel so sour when I think about it!
Lancelot felt as if he had eaten a lemon, a whole tree of lemons.
Green with envy.
If only he had such a stunning moment, how could his adorable daughter Mashu not cutely call out "Daddy"?
Damn it, the jealousy is real!
Under the gaze that was about to explode with envy.
The video continued on the screen.
"Ahhh, they're all Servants! They've all come, and there's no way to explain it!"
Dr. Roman couldn't help but cheer, "Could it be that the final singularity exists outside of time, allowing the heroic spirits to descend?"
The final singularity, the Grand Temple of Time Solomon, exists outside of time.
Not in any human history, yet connected to every human.
This is the very reason why the Demon Gods can freely descend into various human histories, creating singularities one after another.
But now.
A rule that facilitates the Demon Gods instead allows the heroic spirits from different histories to actively descend, thanks to their connection with Nameless!
The worries and despair that had been on Roman's face were swept away in an instant.
Replaced by unparalleled pride.
At this moment, humanity was shining like a constellation.
Making him proud to be human!
With so many heroic spirits descending, he felt light as a feather; this experience was unprecedented, and there was nothing left to fear.
Because he was no longer fighting alone!
The arrival of countless heroic spirits had easily and decisively crushed the seventy-two Demon Gods, clearing the path to the Throne!
"But that doesn't matter now!"
Dr. Roman looked at Nameless with a beaming smile, "The heroic spirits who once met you, interacted with you, and fought alongside you."
"Among them, perhaps some heroic spirits thought, 'Why not lend a hand?' and rushed to your side when you faced a crisis!"
On the long journey through the singularity, some heroic spirits were friends, willing to sacrifice themselves to assist Nameless in battle.
Naturally, some heroic spirits were enemies, determined to block Nameless at all costs.
But now, whether friends or foes, they all chose to descend together to protect humanity.
These are the heroes representing human history.
"In short, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"
Dr. Roman exclaimed excitedly, "Under the assault of the heroic spirits, all seventy-two Demon Gods are now engaged in battle, enough to wipe them out completely!"
"Guda, don't stop! Open the path to the center; we don't have much time left!"