Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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She was a hero to her allies, but a demon to her enemies.

"Hmm...? You broke through?"

Solomon looked at the pirates who were rushing towards him with some surprise.

Her body shone with golden light, and her scarred face was filled with an unyielding belief and will.

"I see, the Holy Grail?"

"However, humans are ultimately powerless. Even with the will to explore, it is nothing more than a flash in the pan."

Solomon clenched his fists and continued to apply pressure with a cold smile.

"Is that so...?"

"what?"

Solomon's smile froze as he realized that Francis had not backed down.

She was laughing, as if she were treating Solomon's casual blow as a storm that she had to overcome!

She risked her life, and her appearance changed.

Heavy gold shoulder armor was worn on his shoulders, and a blue cloak, like that of a naval admiral, swung behind him!

"May I ask, who are you?"

He was somewhat shocked, shocked by the courage of humankind to wield a sword against an insurmountable despair.

He was somewhat puzzled by the belief that one should still fight with all one's might even when one knows one cannot win.

"Remember my name and then die!"

The phantom of a warship flickered behind Francis Drake.

Her eyes reflected the boundless sea, the sea rippling with waves and storms.

Her posture clearly resembled that of a petrel spreading its wings and soaring through a storm.

Countless ghost ships appeared behind him, and the fleet, led by the Golden Deer, aimed its cannons at Solomon.

"The terrifying sea demon [Temorose El Draque]!"

"The woman who shot down the sun!"

"Noble Phantasm: Golden Deer and Stormy Night!"

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The warships did not come from the sea, but floated out of the sky.

This is completely different from the previous shelling.

There's a rumor in Europe...

The Wild Hunt King, sweeping across the world, will lead hordes of the dead, transforming into storms that bring judgment and disaster.

Even today, many Britons still believe that Drake was the King of the Wild Hunt.

While this may not be true, if it were to become a legend, Drake would naturally possess the ability to command the spirits of the sea to obey her.

"Prepare for artillery fire! Turn me to dust!"

Captain Drake didn't care how strong the enemy in front of him was.

The gap is so insurmountable, like a chasm.

Or rather, it is precisely because of the huge gap that the fight is worthwhile.

“Very good, very good... The Star Pioneers live up to their name.”

"However, it's a pity."

"You are human, and because you are human... even if you have courage, you have no power."

Solomon raised his hand again, and a thick demonic pillar instantly pierced through the Noble Phantasm [Golden Deer]. The ship capsized, and Captain Drake's expression changed; for a moment, he couldn't even stand up.

"Damn it!"

"Don't even think about it. Who do you think created that Holy Grail? As long as you still possess my power, as long as you still use the power of Heroic Spirits, you can't defeat me."

"Knowing they can't defeat me, they still do this pointless thing... How boring. Humans are indeed very boring."

"Ah...sorry! I'm just the kind of person who likes to do meaningless things. I'm really sorry to have bored you, after all, I'm just a pirate! What great feats do you expect a pirate to accomplish? Don't get your hopes up too high, you dark-skinned bastard!"

"Since you're Solomon, you must be one of the richest people in the Age of Gods, right? I'll beat you to a pulp and make you spill all the treasures of Ophir!"

Francis Drake wiped his mouth and stared defiantly at Solomon.

[Note: Ophir is the legendary land of Solomon, where gold was abundant and where the Queen of Sheba stored her treasures; it is said that there were thousands of tons of gold alone.]

"boring."

Solomon raised his hand:

"The game is over. Now I'll set you free."

"Berret-style incineration".

Solomon, who possesses seventy-two demon pillars, could make everyone struggle to deal with just one of them.

Drake's cannonball slammed into it, and the resulting explosion burned at least a few chunks of flesh on the Demon Pillars, but that was all.

The flames directly ignited Drake's warship, and the endless indifference revealed in those scarlet eyes left Drake helpless.

Solomon casually unleashed a beam of magic, enough to ignite a vast number of ghost ships.

"What kind of guy is this... to be this strong as a Servant..."

Captain Drake felt a chill run down his spine.

She can create seemingly invincible enemies, but she has no way to defeat seemingly invincible enemies. She can counterattack as long as the opponent has a weakness, but if there is no weakness, her attacks are ineffective. How can she possibly fight against this?

"This is probably going to be a bit tricky..."

"Hehehehe...hehehahahaha. What's wrong, Star Pioneer? Feeling your own powerlessness and weakness, feeling the limits of humanity...have you run out of ideas?"

Solomon's voice was full of sarcasm.

Drake gritted his teeth in fury as he looked at the ghost ship, now completely destroyed.

The Demon God Pillar Beret's enormous fleshy pillar coiled around the Noble Phantasm [Golden Deer], slowly spiraling like a python before crushing and pulverizing it.

"Be the pioneers who destroy humanity."

"Berret!"

"Humans...beg for salvation! Speak out your cowardice!"

"Then drown in this bitter ocean!!!"

The light burst forth once more, and the entire arena was once again covered by radiant lasers and flames.

"Watch out! Lady Artemis!"

"—Captain Drake!"

"Eureka...Ellie!"

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" Orion's little bear paws were being scalded and were dancing in the flames.

"Struggle, wail, and die in agony."

"This is the end of you humans, and..."

Swish!

The strike came suddenly.

Solomon's arrogant laughter stopped abruptly.

My arm felt cold, and then I suddenly lost all feeling in it.

His arm was cut off.

—Was that too careless?

Solomon quickly treated his injuries and then reattached his arm.

Then...

Then, a whoosh, a sound like a sharp sword, was heard.

The girl's figure flashed past like a phantom, sticking close behind him, and gently tapped the blade of the longsword in her hand that gleamed with a cold light with her finger.

The blade is as smooth as a mirror, with blue patterns resembling the ocean, white patterns resembling clouds, green patterns resembling vegetation, and yellow patterns resembling sand.

"You are Goetia?"

The girl asked in a melodious voice.

"—?!"

Solomon's pupils constricted, and his red eyes widened.

"You're Fujimaru Ritsuka! You're Fujimaru Ritsuka? No... who are you?!"

With her true name easily revealed, Goetia's composure and calmness vanished in an instant.

Dark magic runes accompanied by dark flames as Solomon threw a punch behind him.

"That's really an inelegant way to fight."

"This dares to call itself the most advanced summoning technique in human history?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka lightly touched her toes, dodging the powerful punch inherited from Israel with the light of a fleeting shadow.

"I've always been a little confused about what kind of pervert that weird old man's master was... I didn't expect him to be a lazy, nerdy guy with no dreams at all. Even his body is so tasteless that it's almost an eyesore for me."

The princess's eyebrows twitched, and she put her hands on her hips, gripping her longsword, and complained.

If someone familiar with the existence of another world, Arcueid, were to see the princess, they would most likely notice that the two are becoming more and more alike.

Even more frightening is...

Perhaps because she had been suppressed for too long in the Thousand-Year City, or perhaps because she hadn't experienced events like being tricked by Roya or having her hair stolen by her sister, the current princess is incredibly arrogant.

"What did you say?"

Solomon's tone was icy, his hands were clenched tightly, and there seemed to be an unreadable bluish tinge on his brown face.

Although Goetia disliked Solomon.

But he was actually a twisted Solomon cook.

Some people are slandering Solomon.

He is very angry. 1 Spirit Fin VIII Cheese Liu. U705.COM First Release.

Thus, the powerful torrent of magic, burning flames, and thick, enormous demonic pillars, centered on Solomon, swept wildly around him and poured down on the princess without reservation!

“Fool, whether you are Fujimaru Ritsuka or not.”

"This time, you'll have to learn a lesson."

Solomon scoffed, "With power far exceeding the limits of a Servant, how long can you sustain this... huh?!"

The words were not finished.

Solomon then felt a terrifying scene unfold before his eyes.

It was an invisible strike.

We don't know the direction, the location, or the time.

Then, his upper and lower body were mysteriously separated, and blood gushed out.

In that scene, the upper body was lying on the ground, while the lower body was still standing in place... This body died without any warning.

--how so?!

This is the image transmitted by the "Thousand-Mile Eye"!

That's what he'll experience in the next moment!

Almost instinctively, Solomon took a few steps back.

A series of slashing sounds rang out. Only then did Solomon realize that a sharp blade had struck the spot where he had just been standing, a strike devoid of any concept of space or time!