This was a power enough to split open a thousand mountains. Before the ultimate sword flash, whether it was "Heaven" or "Earth," all would be cut apart.
When it [Green Field Cutting Through the Thousand Mountains (Ig-Alima)] fell, the atmosphere itself was severed, and even the yellow sandstorms swirling around the desert were divided by this concept, this absolute principle.
Just like night and dawn cannot merge, like water and fire cannot coexist, even if it was only an imitation, the sword flash overflowing from the blade could still easily sever a thousand mountains.
Every cell in his body trembled, warning him.
That immense, towering, boneless greatsword loomed in the sky.
Lancelot's blood began to boil.
It wasn't battle spirit igniting, but the knowledge. If he couldn't block this, not even the Lion King could save him.
Unfailing Lake Light was set before him, blade pointing upward. Lancelot had no time to think of anything else.
Even the matter of his son becoming a daughter was temporarily forgotten.
He poured every bit of magical energy in his body into the sword. In that instant, the mirror-like Lake Light was overloaded.
The magic that had been hidden deep within was all drawn out, transformed into an astonishing slash of light.
"Like the glimmer from the surface of water..."
"...burn bright and dazzling, my sacred sword!"
"ARONDIGHT OVERLOAD!"
Lancelot's voice rang out across the desert.
When the Noble Phantasm's true name was released, the slash of light extended into a colossal sword beam, carrying unparalleled power, and clashed head-on against the Mountain-Cutting Sword.
RUMBLE! RUMBLE! RUMBLE!
An astonishing explosion resounded through the heavens.
Heaven and earth turned into a blinding white, as though even time itself froze in that moment.
The deafening roar was unending, sweeping across all directions like a tidal wave!
A massive shockwave spread rapidly outward from the point of collision.
Sand and dust were flung into the air, like a whale's hum before plunging into the ocean, stirring up an earth-shaking tidal surge!
The yellow sand formed into a tornado that pierced the sky and connected heaven and earth.
"Uwaaaaahhh!"
The sky changed color, tornadoes spread, and Hundred-Faced Hassan and Tawara Touta fled in a panic.
Now she finally understood why Shirou had told her to step aside.
Under this aftermath, Hundred-Faced Hassan didn't even have the qualification to watch the fight.
The violent wind still howled.
Smoke rose into the sky like a thick blanket of clouds.
Lancelot crouched on one knee, Unfailing Lake Light thrust into the sand.
He gasped for breath in great, heaving gulps.
That strike was nearly his full strength. But at least he had blocked it…
"The Horizon of Dawn that Purifies the Seas(Sul-sagana)!"
That cold, indifferent voice.
Lancelot seemed to have heard it before.
In a daze, he recalled, the tone King Arthur used when passing judgment was nearly identical to Emiya Shirou's now.
Cold, merciless, yet with a trace of compassion.
For some unknown reason, the pure sky welcomed dusk.
Or perhaps, the burning sunset was more fitting.
From a visual sense, the sky itself was set ablaze.
It proclaimed the absolute principle of purifying all things.
Scorching sword light once again fell from the heavens.
Just as massive, yet slightly different from the previous boneless greatsword.
If that boneless greatsword just now carried the concept of Earth's Leyline, then this armament, forged of mountain-like chunks of molten rock and pure fire—
Was one that carried the concept of Water's Leyline.
Granting direction to dawn, stripping away all things, evaporating the seas of ten thousand worlds.
Unconcerned with right or wrong, good or evil, heaven or ocean, as long as it was an enemy, before this crimson sword flash, all would be dissolved without exception.
Facing the falling dawn, even Lancelot couldn't help but raise a bitter smile, "This really is… giving me no chance at all!"
BOOM!
The sea of sand boiled, drowning everything in the flames of purification.
Hundreds of meters away, Hundred-Faced Hassan looked back, nearly scared out of her soul.
Those who knew they were fighting, it was one thing. But those who didn't, upon seeing this, would think the Lion King had descended to deliver judgment.
All this just for a fight? Was that really necessary?
"Never thought Lord Shirou looked so cold, yet fights with such passion."
Tawara Touta shuddered, "If possible, I never want to fight him in my entire life."
Hundred-Faced Hassan didn't speak.
She only admired Cursed Arm Hassan with complete reverence.
To survive before such a monster, and still remain so low-key, no wonder he could be leader.
Suddenly Tawara Touta glanced left and right, scratching his head, "Miss Hassan, your… comrades?"
Hundred-Faced Hassan fell silent.
She seemed to have forgotten them on the battlefield.
"..."
"They're not dead?"
When the disaster finally subsided, Shirou's gaze held surprise.
He hadn't held back at all.
He had even used Imaginary Collapse.
Otherwise, the power wouldn't have been this great.
Yet Lancelot hadn't died?
'Are the Knights of the Round Table all made of iron?'
With that thought, Shirou leapt into the crater, walking to the center where Lancelot lay on the verge of death.
He projected the holy sword Durandal, preparing to deliver the final strike.
"P-please… wait a moment."
Lancelot weakly raised a hand, stammering, "Could you… answer me one question?"
"..."
"I beg you!"
With a pleading tone, "At least… since I clearly no longer have any strength to resist."
"Fine."
Shirou stuck the sword into the ground and sat down, "For certain reasons, your son really did become a daughter. I can swear it upon King Arthur."
For the Knights of the Round Table, King Arthur was without doubt their faith.
So Shirou's vow finally eased Lancelot's worried heart.
Clang!
Unfailing Lake Light fell to the ground. Lancelot's expression turned blank, stunned.
"How… how could such a ridiculous thing be true?"
He asked, torn between collapse and anguish, "Then, my son, my daughter, she…?"
"Don't worry," Shirou said, "She hates you just as much as your son did."
Crack!
Lancelot's heart shattered to pieces.
———
Climbing out of the deep crater, Shirou saw Hundred-Faced Hassan and Tawara Touta sneaking around the edge. He asked curiously, "What are you two doing?"
"Uh, this…"
Hundred-Faced Hassan's body stiffened, unsure how to respond.
Shirou shifted his gaze to Tawara Touta.
The latter panicked, nearly dropping his Infinite Rice Bag.
"..."
"Hahaha!", Tawara Touta tried to laugh loudly, to appear bold.
But…
His voice grew smaller and smaller, until finally he said, "W-would you like to eat? I can cook! It's really delicious!"
Shirou: "?"
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