Reversal upon reversal!
First, Charlotte revealed her true identity to slay Cerberus, earning the trust of Nameless and the Pan-Human History Heroic Spirits.
Then, during the confrontation with Odysseus, she backstabbed Nameless, piercing his heart.
And now—
Odysseus used a Command Spell to summon her to his side, only for Charlotte to immediately stab him in the back.
Assassinating the commander amidst an army!
Odysseus trembled as he pointed at her: "You... you dare betray me?"
He was the one who came first.
Whether summoning Charlotte as his Servant or sending her to infiltrate Chaldea as a spy.
To ensure success, he had even expended two Command Spells to assassinate Nameless.
He didn't hesitate to use his final Command Spell to save her from Heracles' frenzied attack.
Because Odysseus knew—those Pan-Human History Heroic Spirits had truly gone mad.
Nameless' assassination had stripped them of all reason.
That's why he used his last Command Spell.
But now—
That life-saving Command Spell had become his death warrant.
He had delivered himself straight to her blade!
In Odysseus's mind, he instantly recalled his previous assessment of Charlotte—
[Known as the Angel of Assassination. When she strikes, her enemies offer no resistance, completely unaware she is the killer!]
At this moment, he finally realized everything had been a setup by Nameless.
Despite all his precautions, he had failed to anticipate that Charlotte was the true "assassin" in the decapitation plan!
Everything before had been purely a scheme orchestrated by Nameless and Charlotte.
Even those closest to him, like Mash, and everyone else, including Jason, had been deceived.
The soul-rending fury that made one wish to devour another's very being—that level of rage could never be faked.
This was precisely why Odysseus had trusted Charlotte!
As expected.
The corpse that had been pierced through the heart by Charlotte, filled with shock and disbelief, stood up once more.
Nameless had never died to begin with.
"A mere fatal wound. If you keep talking nonsense for another minute, I might actually die."
Nameless pressed his hand against the gushing wound in his chest and asked, "Odysseus, surprised?"
The barrage of video comments exploded instantly—
[Damn, as expected of you! The Oscars owe you a little gold statue. Your acting earlier was way too convincing!]
[Nameless is OP! Charlotte is OP! Assassinating Odysseus amidst an army—this kind of strategic battle is so satisfying to watch!]
[This is insane! Even the famously cautious military genius Odysseus got tricked into walking right into the trap!]
[Hahaha, look how smug "Odyscheat" was earlier—now he's drowning in regret!]
[So satisfying! Odysseus has tens of thousands of elite soldiers at his command, yet none could protect him!]
...
In the hotel.
The adorable pink-haired knight blinked her big eyes. "Wow, Nameless really got stabbed through the heart? That's brutal!"
Her [Intuition] told her that the so-called "acting" earlier was completely real.
In other words.
Charlotte had genuinely pierced Nameless' heart, letting his blood spill out uncontrollably.
For those two short minutes, Nameless had been clinging to life purely through a skill akin to [Battle Continuation]!
Just as Nameless had said—
If Odysseus had been just a little more cautious and waited a bit longer, he would have absolutely succeeded in killing Nameless for real!
And.
This kind of forced "health lock" wasn't some cheat without consequences.
Prolonging it would either leave him crippled or completely incapacitated.
In this Fifth Lostbelt, where gods roamed freely and heroic spirits were a dime a dozen—
Losing the ability to fight meant losing everything!
"He's truly ruthless to himself," Jeanne d'Arc sighed softly.
This man had once descended into her era, helping her reclaim Orléans.
Back then, Nameless wasn't all that strong yet, fighting through blood and fire time and again.
Yet he had already cast aside all concern for his own life.
It made Jeanne's heart ache just watching him.
"Speaking of which, Charlotte is a heroic spirit from the French Revolution era, famous for assassinating Marat."
Lancelot, however, was more concerned about something else. "If she manifests as a heroic spirit, would she actually join our side?"
During the French Revolution, Marat's death had shocked the entire nation.
He was, after all, a genuine leader of the people.
Charlotte's act had made her infamous overnight, ultimately leading her to the guillotine.
"It'd be better if she didn't join," Jeanne grumbled.
It was obvious.
If this heroic spirit joined, she'd definitely try to steal Nameless first.
She'd had enough of this godforsaken France.
No wonder even Napoleon didn't want to come back as emperor, leaving her—a Dark Saint—to take the throne.
"At least she hasn't confessed yet…"
Lancelot chuckled awkwardly.
The only saving grace was that this French heroic spirit merely had a crush, with no actual confession in sight.
If she were to publicly declare her feelings, their French emperor would probably go full dark mode on the spot.
Astolfo timidly interjected, "You sure about that?"
His [Intuition] told him something even more intense might happen later.
"Shut up!"
Lancelot promptly covered his mouth.
This damn trap—always stirring up trouble.
Could Charlotte really confess later?
This is bad.
Time to retreat back to the Round Table.
France is officially uninhabitable!
After watching the Sixth British Lostbelt and showcasing his heroic deeds, he could return to the Round Table in glory!
Lancelot's plan was absolutely flawless.
By that time, even his adorable daughter Mash would grow closer to him!
...
The video continued.
Nameless, whose heart had been pierced, rose from the ground.
His face was as pale as a corpse, yet his wounds began healing at an astonishing rate.
It was the projected sheath [Avalon]!
This Noble Phantasm not only provided absolute defense but also possessed extraordinary healing capabilities.
Even a pierced heart could be rapidly mended!
Surviving a pierced heart was only possible because Nameless forcibly sustained himself using an ability akin to [Battle Continuation].
As a man who had walked through hell more than once, he knew exactly what death felt like.
This allowed him to effortlessly deceive Odysseus.
Despite commanding a vast army of heroic spirits, Odysseus was assassinated right before his eyes by Charlotte!
Odysseus watched Nameless stand up, howling in despair: "I refuse to accept this! How I hate this!!"
Everything had been under his control.
He commanded both the Atlantis Defense Force and the mechanical demonic beasts.
He had even summoned the mighty divine centaur Chiron as reinforcement—yet he was still assassinated in the midst of his army.
This was a death he could never accept!
Because he still had the powerful life-saving trump card given by Zeus.
Not to mention his own Noble Phantasm, elevated by his myth—
[The Great Trojan Horse of the End (Troia Ippos)!]
This Noble Phantasm could transform into a colossal mecha form.
Providing defense comparable to divine armor.
And overwhelming offensive power.
But now.
None of his trump cards had been used before he was assassinated right before his own eyes.
The sheer humiliation drove Odysseus into utter madness.
Alas, it was too late.
His spiritual core had been shattered, and he was now facing his end.
Charlotte's earlier attack was no ordinary strike—she had clearly invoked the legacy of the great god Zeus.
Unleashing an all-out, desperate assault.
Odysseus roared in fury as his spiritual core self-destructed: "I hate this! You'll die with me!!"
BOOM!
A blinding explosion erupted, devouring everything around.
The Steel Strategist of Atlantis,
had fallen for good!
Charlotte, who had been standing beside him, was violently blasted away by the spiritual core explosion.
The girl was sent flying dozens of meters like a leaf caught in a storm.
As she fell,
Nameless, still wounded, dragged himself to her side and caught her gently. "Thank you," he said softly. "You've done it."
She had been the most crucial element in executing this plan.
A single mistake would have made Odysseus even more vigilant.
"I'm sorry," Charlotte murmured apologetically in his arms. "To complete the plan, I had to invoke the legacy of the great god Zeus. I've lost all my previous memories."
To deceive everyone, she first had to deceive herself.
Without hesitation, she had wielded Zeus's power—sacrificing all her past memories.
All to fulfill the plan they had agreed upon.
"I don't even remember the plan anymore. I only knew I had to keep a promise to a stranger."
Her eyes were filled with confusion. "But if I helped you, then that's more than enough."
"Yes, you helped me. You were incredible." Nameless held her tighter, his touch tender.
"I forgot everything... except one person."
Charlotte's voice grew weaker. "To complete the plan, I stabbed him with a dagger. I hurt him."
"I don't want to be forgotten. I just hope he can remember me."
"Remember Charlotte Corday—this utterly ordinary woman."
The young girl reached out to touch Nameless's cheek.
Her bloodstained face blossomed into a radiant smile.
"I could never forget you. You're anything but ordinary." Nameless wanted to hold her tight, but fearing he might cause her pain, he restrained himself.
"I'm sorry, so sorry, you whom I've never known before. How selfish, how unreasonable, how cruel I've been!"
The light in Charlotte's eyes slowly faded as she smiled one last time. "Even so... even so..."
"Please forgive me. This was my... drowning first love."
"Now then, farewell..."
Her body dissolved into countless motes of light.
Nameless instinctively reached out to stop her, but all that remained in his hand were the fading sparks of her vanishing form.
Though she had been Odysseus's spy, sent to kill him and end Pan-Human History, she had ultimately defied fate.
She slew Odysseus with her own hands and aided him in protecting Pan-Human History!
This scene left the audience in tears—
[Ahhh, another tragic moment! I'm bawling my eyes out!]
[As expected of the Angel of Assassination. That blade didn't just kill Odysseus—it stabbed right through my heart too!]
[Here I am, a grown man, instantly reduced to a sobbing mess. Just how much more must be sacrificed to reclaim hope for humanity?]
[Parting after parting... My heart aches for Nameless. No wonder he fights with everything he's got, never giving up.]
["I'm a bit scared to keep watching. There are definitely more heartbreaks waiting for me ahead!"]
["I started this video myself, so even if I have to crawl and cry, I'll finish it. Later, Nameless is going to shoot down the Moon God!"]
...
The audience had initially thought it would be a clever, effortless victory over Odysseus.
No one had expected it would come at the cost of Charlotte's sacrifice.
This girl, who had only appeared briefly, went from being virtually unknown to renowned across the world.
Her final confession, in particular, moved countless people to tears.
Many grew to adore this young girl.
Even in Pan-Human History, Charlotte's assassination of Marat was driven by conviction.
She believed Marat's radical ideals during the French Revolution had spiraled into distortion,
which was why she risked everything to carry out the assassination herself.
It was never about missions or bounties.
This moment.
Even the frenzied Heracles couldn't help but apologize: "I'm sorry."
Despite her unwavering dedication to assisting Nameless in his plan, he had nearly harmed this gentle girl.
Yet, her spiritual foundation had already dissipated, returning to the Throne of Heroes.
The battle raged on.
After slaying Odysseus,
the Atlantean defense forces lost their commander, but the soldiers continued fighting relentlessly.
They charged forward without regard for their lives, determined to annihilate Chaldea.
Most crucially,
the other commander, Chiron, was still fighting fiercely.
This was Zeus's brother—a true and terrifying deity, powerful enough to face Heracles and the other heroic spirits head-on.
Achilles shouted, "Everyone, I'll hold off the city guards! Focus on taking down Chiron!"
To end this, Chiron had to be slain.
But to slay Chiron, someone had to hold back the terrifying city guards.
Every soldier here had been enhanced by the Machine Gods' advanced technology, each possessing the combat strength of an ordinary heroic spirit.
Under Odysseus's command, they could have easily cut down heroic spirits.
Even without their leader, they remained a threat that couldn't be ignored.
"Understood. Please hold out a little longer!" Nameless nodded solemnly.
His pierced heart had only just finished healing.
Barely recovered from a fatal wound, he was already diving back into a battle against a god-tier foe.
Nameless specifically added, "Chiyome, Bartholomew, Mandricardo—all of you, assist Achilles!"
"Understood!"
The three heroic spirits obeyed without hesitation.
With four heroic spirits working together, they could temporarily hold back the formidable army.
Nameless even assigned Mash to reinforce their defenses, turning her into an impenetrable shield against the charging forces.
Meanwhile, he, Heracles, Jason, and the others joined forces to confront Chiron.
Mash's small face was full of worry. "Senpai, you..."
She had seen it with her own eyes—his heart had been pierced by a dagger.
Only through sheer willpower and a preemptive Noble Phantasm projection had he survived.
If he engaged in intense combat now, he would undoubtedly be thrust back into mortal danger.
Nameless waved his hand lightly. "Trust me. We will break through this Lostbelt!"
Bearing the hopes and expectations of countless heroic spirits from Pan-Human History, he couldn't afford to let them down.
The God-Slaying War had begun!
Chiron, in his divine form, bore none of the wisdom and grace of his Pan-Human History counterpart.
Instead, he radiated nothing but brutality and bloodlust.
Chiron, surrounded by a squad of elite soldiers, launched a fierce attack: "All who dare defy the will of the gods shall perish!"
In this Lostbelt, Chiron was a genuine chief deity-level god.
As the mentor of Greek heroes,
he had trained top-tier Heroic Spirits like Jason, Heracles, and Achilles.
This wisdom allowed him to freely master all manner of abilities,
each receiving a multiplier—even dozens of times—in overwhelming enhancement.
His unparalleled sage-like intellect, combined with divine authority, made his power utterly off the charts.
Clang!
Nameless unleashed a cascade of golden chains behind him, transforming into the divine shackles capable of binding gods—Enkidu—as they surged wildly toward his foe.
Yet, Chiron calmly drew his bow, releasing a storm of arrows in an instant, effortlessly deflecting the chains.
Under such circumstances, attempting to restrain him was nothing short of a fool's dream.
The battle instantly reached a stalemate.
Meanwhile,
Achilles was also locked in a desperate struggle.
Every soldier possessed combat prowess on par with ordinary Heroic Spirits, coupled with formidable defenses head to toe.
Slaughtering them all was out of the question—even holding them back had become an immense challenge.
Most crucially,
Achilles had earlier been shot through the heel by Paris, causing his strength to plummet and his speed to drop by seventy percent.
Even with the boost from [Comet Form], his combat effectiveness was severely diminished.
Fortunately,
he possessed an indomitable defensive Noble Phantasm—
[Andreias Amarantos!]
This Noble Phantasm was the immortal blessing bestowed upon him by his mother, the goddess Thetis.
It nullified all manner of physical and magical attacks.
However, it did not grant complete immunity—only against lesser damage.
The Atlantean city guards wielded terrifying weapons.
After all, the gods were mighty Machine Gods, naturally possessing technology far beyond humanity.
Under the relentless barrage, Achilles realized with dismay that his supposedly "eternal" Amarantos had been shattered!
His immortality—gone!
At the same time,
Bartholomew, having exhausted his magical energy, fell in battle!
Chiyome Mochizuki perished on the spot!
In her final moments, she self-destructed her Spirit Core, annihilating dozens of guards.
Mandricardo, too, suffered grievous wounds, teetering on the brink of death.
Mash, tasked with defense, was shielding the critically injured Mandricardo—but even she wouldn't last much longer.
Even Heroic Spirits, mighty as they were, were little more than ordinary soldiers on this battlefield—ripe for slaughter at any moment!
Achilles murmured to himself, "I'm nearing my end too... but I won't give up."
Despite having his immortality pierced and his body riddled with gruesome wounds,
he fought with ever greater ferocity, carving a bloody path through the enemy ranks again and again.
The soldiers grew increasingly horrified: "How is this monstrous human still alive?!"
Countless devastating attacks had already shattered his Spirit Core—by all rights, he should have died long ago!
Yet now,
this man who should have perished had single-handedly slain the majority of the city guards!
In fact, the combined kills of the other four Heroic Spirits didn't even amount to a tenth of his tally!
"Hah! My teacher Chiron once told me of a man who kept fighting even after death,"
Achilles grinned wildly, his face drenched in blood. "And that man was just an ordinary human—not even a drop of divine blood in him."
"And I, the son of the sea goddess Thetis, how could I possibly lose?"
Alone yet undaunted, he charged at the defensive forces.
The most brutal battle began.
Even the cold-hearted city guards were awestruck by him.
"Perhaps you're right—I should have died long ago."
Achilles rampaged through the enemy lines: "But! Whether I'm dead or alive, I will never let you pass!"
At this moment, he surpassed his own legend!
Fighting with utter madness.
A single man slaughtering the entire Atlantis city guard!
Achilles was already drenched in blood, his body battered and broken, yet he stood unyielding.
Gazing at the distant god-slaying battlefield, he murmured, "I'm already dead... So this is my limit."
Yes, he had died long ago.
Yet his will, tenacious enough to transcend life and death, drove him to fight on!
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Chiron had truly unleashed his formidable Noble Phantasm, sneering coldly, "Die—this time, you will surely perish!"
[Antares Snipe!]
Transformed into the constellation Sagittarius, Chiron possessed archery skills terrifying enough to pierce stars.
When he activated this Noble Phantasm, it was not released from a bow.
But as a meteor strike from the stars themselves!
Hum~
The position of Sagittarius in the heavens suddenly blazed with dazzling starlight, coalescing into a radiant arrow that shot down toward Nameless.
This arrow ignored all evasion, its speed surpassing all limits.
Even Achilles, famed for his godlike speed, could not evade this Noble Phantasm.
Just as Nameless projected [Rho Aias], preparing to counter it—
Strong as he was, having just healed from a pierced heart and hastily entering the god-slaying battle, he found himself in dire straits.
Then.
A figure, spraying blood, shielded him from above, taking the star-forged strike head-on.
It was Achilles!
He surpassed his own myth, surpassed even the concept of divine speed!
"I, the flesh known as Achilles, could never be stopped by something as trivial as death!"
Achilles' long-dead body stubbornly charged toward the [Scorpion's Arrow].
The hero famed for his Greek godlike speed collided head-on with a strike born from the celestial stars.
"Chiron, my teacher, it was you who taught me to wield my strength to lead humanity in severing ties with the gods."
Achilles' final words echoed, "And now, you dare use the power of the gods to enslave all of humanity?!"
"That's why—I refuse to acknowledge you as my teacher, Chiron!"
"Master, this is the last thing I can do for you..."
BOOM!
The sky shattered into a sea of starlight, engulfing the entire island in a brilliance as bright as day.
Achilles—has fallen!
The audience was utterly stunned—
[A real man! Achilles is the definition of an absolute legend!]
[This is too intense! His body was already dead, yet he still fought on!]
[Achilles, you're Greece's greatest hero—I'll always love you!]
["Trivial death"—what kind of indomitable will allows someone to fight even after dying?!]
[I'm crying! Achilles surpassed his own myth, using his dead body to block Chiron's arrow for Nameless!]
...
In the living room.
Roya wept uncontrollably. "Oh my god, every single heroic spirit is willing to sacrifice themselves just to help Nameless dismantle the Lostbelt!"
It was overwhelming.
Watching scene after scene, countless people were moved to tears.
This journey through the Lostbelt wasn't just Nameless fighting alone.
Heroic spirits, one after another, willingly gave their lives to aid him.
The more Roya watched, the more she understood why Nameless, despite enduring countless hardships, had never given up.
He carried the hopes of every fallen comrade—there was simply no way he could surrender!
"He truly is a great hero," Gilgamesh murmured, his crimson eyes shimmering with emotion.
Originally, many had placed Achilles alongside him as part of the "Golden Trio."
Gilgamesh had scoffed at the comparison.
That guy was strong, sure, but his myths were hardly legendary—how could he possibly measure up?
But now.
The sheer, bloody defiance of Achilles had earned his respect for the first time.
Even after death, his body refused to yield.
And in the end, even as a corpse, he stubbornly blocked Chiron's fatal arrow for Souma.
It reminded Gilgamesh of the time he had taken Tiamat's killing blow in the Singularity.
Just like then, he had faced death without hesitation.
His own iconic line—"A mere fatal wound means nothing"—had long since become a fan favorite.
Now, after watching this, another line would join the ranks—
"I, the flesh known as Achilles, could never be stopped by something as trivial as death!"
This man truly deserved to stand beside him.
Qin Shi Huang sighed softly. "This is the beauty of Proper Human History."
Even amidst endless wars and slaughter, the radiance of humanity could never be extinguished.
Hero after hero stepped forward, willingly sacrificing themselves to protect others.
It only reinforced Qin Shi Huang's conviction—how fortunate he was to heed his teacher's words and descend into Proper Human History.
Now, let him and his teacher work together to perfect this imperfect world.
This time, he would be the Master's teammate!
Souma didn't speak, his mind already flooded with scenes from the past.
He didn't like reminiscing.
Because the past held too much sorrow and farewells.
Yet forgetting was never an option.
To forget would be to betray.
So many had willingly thrown themselves into danger to assist him—how could he possibly give up halfway?
This was the very foundation that had driven Souma to persevere, ultimately succeeding in saving humanity!
A path forged in blood and fire, walked upon the edge of blades!
Roya couldn't help but ask, "This is only the first god... how many more sacrifices will there be?"
"Probably... many."
Souma didn't feel like talking.
The fifth Lostbelt was a level of despair beyond imagination.
Even ordinary soldiers possessed the combat strength of Heroic Spirits.
The gods had undergone an all-around, off-the-charts enhancement.
The Lunar Goddess alone could effortlessly overpower the entire Twelve Olympians of Proper Human History!
How the hell were they supposed to fight that?
Back then, even he had nearly succumbed to despair, seeing not a single glimmer of hope.
Fortunately.
He wasn't fighting alone.
It was the countless powerful, self-sacrificing allies who carried him across that sea of despair!
...
Within the Lostbelt.
Achilles, the peerless Heroic Spirit rivaling the Golden Trio, fell.
He alone had carved through the Atlantean defense forces and blocked Chiron's fatal strike.
Amidst the explosion of starlight.
Chiron fell into deep contemplation: "When did I become indifferent to this eternally stagnant Lostbelt?"
This Lostbelt had severed its own future.
Everything had come to a standstill.
History, culture, legacy, the future—all frozen in place.
And he, the teacher who had mentored countless heroes, had grown accustomed to it all without question.
Achilles' dying words had shaken his long-deadened heart.
Just as the fallen hero had said.
He had taught without discrimination, imparting knowledge so that humanity could gain the strength to protect itself.
No longer needing to beg the gods for mercy, but to survive stubbornly on their own.
Yet now.
He had become a god who enslaved others!
Realizing this, the deity of this Lostbelt wavered.
Nameless naturally wouldn't waste the opportunity Achilles had bought with his life.
"From the moment you willingly became Zeus' dog, the sage named Chiron died!"
In a flash, he lunged forward with a slash: "What stands before me now is nothing but a puppet aiding a tyrant!"
Snap—!
A single sword stroke severed the string of Chiron's divine bow, rendering it useless in an instant.
This was Chiron's greatest Noble Phantasm.
Destroying it would drastically weaken him!
Had Chiron not been shaken by Achilles' sacrifice and words, Nameless would never have had this chance!
The next moment.
Nameless instantly deployed his Reality Marble—
[Unlimited Blade Works!]
The relentless battles had drained most of his magical energy.
And deploying a Reality Marble consumed an immense amount—it wasn't something he could use freely.
Otherwise, activating it would only seal his own doom.
Hum—!
Countless flaming crimson patterns surged across the earth, swallowing both combatants.
The centaur Chiron gazed at the endless graveyard of swords and sneered, "Did you truly believe deploying a Reality Marble would be enough to kill a god?"
"Between us—only one walks away alive!"
Countless swords rose behind Nameless, transforming into a dense ocean of blades.
The Reality Marble unfolded—only one would survive this battle.
Witnessing the sacrifice of each heroic spirit had driven his body and soul into a frenzy of rage.
"I am the master of ten thousand swords, forging them as one!"
Nameless waved his hand lightly. "Swords, heed my call!!!"
The countless projected blades instantly fused together in a frenzy, forming the one and only blade that belonged to him—[Nameless Sword]!
The world before his eyes abruptly turned monochrome—
[Mystic Eyes of Death Perception!]
Infused with all his combat experience and the killing intent forged from ten thousand swords, a single slash tore through all of Chiron's defenses in an instant.
Without his divine bow, Chiron found it nigh impossible to resist.
In the end.
His head was severed without hesitation by Nameless, crashing heavily to the ground.
With his dying breath, Chiron uttered his final words: "So... I truly was unworthy of being their teacher after all..."
The one who had taught his students to forsake the gods had willingly become a lofty deity himself.
In this Lostbelt, he was indeed unfit to be their mentor.
The wise Chiron of legend had long since perished!
What remained was nothing more than a walking corpse.
"Thank you... for setting me free..."
Chiron calmly welcomed death.
The god Chiron had been slain!
The Reality Marble dissipated.
Heracles was the first to approach: "Damn you, Nameless, how could you face him alone?"
When Charlotte had attempted to assassinate him earlier, it had frightened him terribly.
Now, this guy had chosen to confront a god alone again.
It was utterly unforgivable!
"Don't worry, I'm fine." Nameless shook his head.
The sacrifices of one heroic spirit after another had filled him with too much rage, leading him to face Chiron alone.
But it was precisely because of Achilles that Chiron's spiritual foundation had been shaken, creating the opportunity for the killing blow.
At that moment.
Mash, the small shield maiden whose armor was stained red, came over and asked with concern, "Senpai, are you alright?"
"I'm fine, what about you?"
Nameless nervously looked her up and down.
Only after confirming she had no fatal injuries did he finally relax a little.
"Senpai, I'm okay, but they... they..."
Tears instantly welled up in Mash's eyes.
The reason she was unharmed was precisely because those heroic spirits had all protected her, their junior.
This was something Mash simply couldn't accept.
She was supposed to be the shield responsible for defense, yet she could only watch helplessly as they were killed one by one.
She was still too weak.
Facing defense forces that were all at the level of heroic spirits, she simply couldn't hold her own.
"Yes, I know. They were all great heroes who stood firm between heaven and earth."
Nameless reached out and patted her head comfortingly. "This time, we will definitely eliminate the Lostbelt!"
The dead were gone.
The living naturally had to shoulder the wishes of the departed and continue fighting!
Before he could even catch his breath.
The most dangerous enemy descended, precisely—
Artemis!
A cosmic battleship hovered in the void, its main cannon glowing with dazzling light.
[Star Annihilation Sniper Cannon!]
It was about to strike down from the heavens once again.
This was Odysseus's request to Zeus for control, executing the final killing blow.
They wouldn't give Chaldea the slightest chance to survive!
Da Vinci said with extreme urgency, "This is bad! Hephaestus just completed the bow, but we haven't forged the arrows yet!"
They had come too quickly.
Odysseus truly had calculated everything, having long planned for all of Chaldea's resistance.
Artemis's arrival this time would completely become a certain kill.
Right at this moment.
The adorable little boy Paris suddenly asked the small sheep on his head, "Lord Apollo, as the god of archery, you should be able to turn me into an arrow, right?"
Previously, it was Apollo who created the arrow that allowed him to shoot through Achilles' heel.
Directly severely injuring that powerful heroic spirit.
"Of course I can, but are you sure you want to do this?" Apollo asked in surprise.
This meant transforming his body into an arrow, heading straight toward death.
"I've made my resolution. Everything is a necessary sacrifice."
A sweet smile bloomed on Paris's small face. "If this is the divergence point of fate, then let me step forward."
Previously, shooting through Achilles' heel had caused that top-tier heroic spirit to fight to his death.
Now, it was his turn to step forward.
"Alright, then I'll turn you into an arrow, but it will take ten seconds!" Apollo agreed.
Ten seconds.
That was definitely enough time for Artemis to unleash her destructive blow and completely obliterate the entire island.
Everyone present would be annihilated!
Just as Nameless was thinking about stepping forward.
Heracles unhesitatingly reached out and pulled him behind: "You'll be the one to shoot the arrow later, let me handle this!"
Executing the earth-shattering arrow that shot down the moon goddess—how could it possibly come without a price?
If he were forced to block the moon goddess's cannon blast, even if he didn't die, it would absolutely drain all his magical energy.
At that point, the moon goddess could freely target and obliterate everyone.
"Then I'll leave it to you—you must survive!" Nameless reached out and patted his shoulder.
Only he, blessed by the moon goddess, truly stood a chance of killing her.
Thus, he needed to wait for the arrow to be born.
"Hahaha, leave everything to me. This time, let me be the one to protect you!" Heracles laughed heartily.
His already immensely powerful body swelled up wildly once more.
A light that pierced through heaven and earth descended from the sky.
The Anti-Planet Noble Phantasm—
[Star Annihilation Sniper Cannon]
Had arrived!
With a single strike, it was enough to destroy the entire island and kill everyone present!
Boom!
Heracles powerfully stomped his thick legs, swinging his massive axe-sword to fiercely slash at the light cannon.
Under the assault of this dazzling pillar of light.
He was being violently smashed into the ground, utterly unable to withstand it.
A crimson glow surged wildly from Heracles's body, transforming into the sturdiest defensive barrier.
It was the powerful Noble Phantasm sublimated from his life's trials—
[Twelve Labors]
This Noble Phantasm granted him twelve lives.
But now.
Under the terrifying bombardment of the Anti-Planet Noble Phantasm.
Lives were instantly consumed one after another!
Heracles grinned lightly: "Sorry, Nameless, the rest is up to you."
Crack!
The massive axe-sword shattered, so he used his thick hands to block.
Crack~
His hands broke, so he used his head to stubbornly resist.
Crack!
His legs instantly snapped, yet he still tenaciously withstood the Anti-Planet Noble Phantasm's assault.
The life-burning crimson glow became the strongest shield protecting everyone.
As long as he lived, no harm would come to them!
In the end, Heracles successfully blocked the [Star Annihilation Sniper Cannon] at the cost of all twelve lives!
The heaven-and-earth-piercing light cannon dissipated.
And his strong, burly body turned into motes of light and faded away.
Heracles, fallen!
Causing the barrage to instantly explode—
[Bastard, this hurts to watch! Why are the enemies in the Fifth Lostbelt so strong?]
[So epic it burns, yet so painful it hurts... Heracles has once again surpassed his own myth!]
[Oh god, this reminds me of the battle against the King of Heroes back then—fighting with everything on the line just like this!]
[Dammit, instead of calling it the Giant God Ocean, just rename it the "Sea of Total Wipeouts"!]
[Sigh, not only is the little loli handing out tragic moments, even the little shota Paris is delivering tragedy—turning himself into an arrow to help Nameless shoot down the moon goddess!]
...
Einzbern Castle.
Illya's large tears streamed down heavily: "Damn it, why does Berserker have to sacrifice himself again?"
This strong, burly, yet incredibly gentle man had always cherished her like a daughter.
In the previous [Unlimited Blade Works], he fought the King of Heroes—who wanted to rip out her heart—to protect her.
In the end, he was pierced by countless arrows from the chuunibyou Gilgamesh and died.
Yet, at the final moment, he broke free from the chains of heaven and nearly turned the tables on the King of Heroes.
Startling that supremely arrogant chuunibyou Gilgamesh quite a bit.
Illya couldn't help but cry every time she watched it, eventually sealing it away completely, not daring to look at it again.
But now.
She never expected that while watching the Lostbelt videos, she would witness an almost identical scene!
"He is a true great hero."
Miyu's eyes also glistened with tears as she gently reached out to embrace and comfort Illya.
This tragic and heroic scene was truly too heart-wrenching to behold.
First Achilles, then Heracles.
One after another, the mighty Greek heroes were all willing to sacrifice themselves to assist her brother.
It could be said.
It was this group of people who, with their lives, forcibly dragged Nameless through this ocean of despair.
Carrying the last wishes of countless fallen souls, he embarked on this path of no return to save human history.
Having experienced all this, what kind of mental torment must Nameless have endured!
No wonder he was willing to abandon everything and become an ordinary high school student in Japan.
Even Miyu didn't dare to imagine putting herself in his position.
Illya wiped away her tears and said with immense pride: "Yes, Berserker, you are the strongest!"
This was her Servant.
Once again, he had proven himself completely before the entire world.
She couldn't afford to cry like a coward.
She had to be proud of him.
Proud of this great hero who stood firm between heaven and earth!
"Go on, brother, shoot down the Moon Goddess!" Illyasviel clenched her fists, unable to hold back her shout.
Miyu similarly raised her fists in encouragement: "Go, today is the day we strike down a god!"
Even the most powerful deity
Would tremble before humanity's moth-to-flame devotion!
...
In the Lostbelt.
Heracles blocked the stellar weapon's blast at the cost of his life.
The destructive strike was temporarily halted.
The young boy Paris suddenly smiled: "Seeing your miserable state, I'm no longer worried. After all, I am a hero too."
His entire body was melting.
Voluntarily transformed from human form into an arrow by the sun god Apollo.
Becoming the ultimate arrow that would shoot down the Moon Goddess.
"Thank you..."
Nameless expressed his gratitude solemnly.
Any amount of thanks felt pale and inadequate at this moment.
"It seems my journey with you all ends here."
Paris's legs completely melted away, yet he smiled and reached out, "Nameless, could you give me one last hug?"
"Of course."
Nameless stepped forward and embraced him.
The small lamb on the young boy's head suddenly jumped down, landing between them.
It wasn't just beautiful girls' intimate moments that captivated countless people.
Beautiful boys' intimate moments would please Apollo too.
This request didn't come solely from Paris.
Apollo spoke with full amusement: "Ah, satisfied. Let me lend you my strength as well."
Hum~
All his remaining power poured into Paris's body.
Forging him into a divine-piercing arrow.
Paris's entire form completely vanished, his final words echoing: "Nameless, the rest is up to you~"
A Servant's body, forged by the sun god into a god-slaying arrow.
The arrow landed lightly in Nameless's hand.
Yet Nameless felt as if he were holding up a mountain, sensing its immense weight.
Another Servant had sacrificed themselves to assist him!
Da Vinci reminded: "Gudao, now isn't the time for grief. Go!"
"I understand."
Nameless nodded.
Then.
He looked up at the cosmic warship hovering in the sky and drew his bow without hesitation: "Let me shoot you down completely!"
The one suspended in the heavens was merely a puppet bearing the name "Moon Goddess."
Lonely and unchanging in the sky for ten thousand years.
Even its core had been altered by Zeus, leaving only eternal solitude and silence.
This time, Nameless would personally shoot it down!
The video screen suddenly split into upper and lower sections.
Below was Nameless drawing his bow.
Above was the Moon Goddess in her cosmic warship.
Her originally cold, mechanical voice now carried a faint human quality:
"Three days together made me understand humanity, yet I cannot break free from these bonds."
"251 seconds of stubborn transmission finally gave me a 'heart'."
"With a 'heart' comes 'love' - you made a machine develop emotions."
"That version of me in Proper Human History... her smile was so brilliant."
"I envy her."
"Envy her ability to laugh heartily, to experience love."
Scene after scene flickered across the screen.
This was the time when the Moon Goddess and Nameless coexisted in Pan-Human History.
The seemingly aloof Moon Goddess behaved like a shy, innocent young girl.
When Nameless first descended into the Age of Greek Gods, she had been watching him with curiosity.
Through days of silent observation, she unknowingly fell for him.
Love at first sight!
The Moon Goddess of Pan-Human History wore a bashful smile as she said, "A god needs no reason to love someone."
"Love needs no reason either—we love simply because we love."
When Nameless gathered the blessings of all gods, slew the vengeful Cronos emerging from hell, and saved the deities,
this fondness had completely transformed into profound, unforgettable love.
The Moon Goddess of Pan-Human History,
at their moment of parting, once told Nameless:
"Perhaps one day, I will commit a mistake and plunge this beautiful world into a crisis of destruction."
"I do not wish for such a thing to happen, but if it does..."
"Please use the arrow of my love for you to shoot me down!"
"When you count down three, two, one..."
"Lift your head~"
"Look, the moon is watching over you!"
Clearly,
the Moon Goddess of Pan-Human History had long foreseen this scene.
Yet she tenderly requested that the one she loved be the one to shoot her down.
In that moment,
she was not the lofty Moon Goddess Artemis,
but merely a maiden yearning for sweet romance!
The memory faded.
The Lostbelt Moon Goddess gazed at the blossoming light below, her mechanical voice carrying a faint smile:
"You who gave me a 'heart,' please release me from eternal loneliness!"
"If you love me, then please kill me!"
Now that she had gained a "heart," she grew increasingly aware of her loneliness and darkness.
When a machine acquires emotions, it can no longer bear to be manipulated as a puppet.
She only craved freedom.
Even if the price was being shot down!
On the ground,
Nameless mustered all his strength, fully drawing the bow forged by Hephaestus.
The strength required was unimaginably immense.
Only an EX-rank [Robust] could draw it completely.
Fou jumped onto his shoulder: "Fou... Fou (This is the mana I just saved up—I'll give it all to you.)"
Previously, to counter the Moon Goddess's attacks, Fou had expended mana to assist Nameless in projecting the scabbard.
Only a few days later, they were confronting the Moon Goddess again, leaving Fou utterly exhausted.
The accumulated mana simply couldn't keep up with the consumption!
Hum~
Artemis's main cannon glowed once more.
This was not her desire to attack.
In truth,
she had no wish to harm the man who had given her a "heart."
Instead, she wanted to protect him with all her might.
Unfortunately, she was powerless to do so.
The activation of her Noble Phantasm attack was driven by the core Zeus had tampered with, issuing the command to annihilate Chaldea.
Anti-Planet Noble Phantasm—
[You Are, the Gold That Pierces the Stars (Shooting in Ortygia)]!
Activated once again.
A pillar of light piercing heaven and earth descended violently from the void.
"Moon Goddess, you who have been lonely for ten thousand years, it is time for you to fall from the sky to the earth."
Nameless poured all his mana into the bow and arrow, declaring, "The title of Grand is not what I seek. Let me abandon my Grand status and shoot you down."
[This Is, the Love That Pierces the Goddess (Ortygia Amore Mio)]!
The Grand Archer Spirit Origin he had just been granted was instantly sacrificed by Nameless.
The arrow soared ninety thousand miles with a speed surpassing all.
Forged by the sun god Apollo and blessed by the moon goddess, it was specially prepared for Artemis.
It could disregard all resistance, evade all evasion.
Ignore all struggles.
Once shot, it would inevitably strike true!
Boom!
Under the gaze of all, the golden arrow tore through the hull of the cosmic warship, completely piercing its core!