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"This is Iron Fist (Star) —"
—A divine judgment!
The tragic spirits that do not recognize loyalty...
If one possessed even a shred of rationality, one would certainly not have stubbornly endured the terrifying blow that combined the power of two Holy Judgments.
boom--!
A deafening explosion boomed in, and the blinding light made it impossible for Mashu and Jing Ke, who had been fighting for half a day but had no real hostility or fighting spirit, to open their eyes.
"roar--?!"
The arrow beam, which had been charged up and fired, was forcefully deflected back.
In Lu Bu's bewildered and frenzied eyes, the last thing he saw was a flame that gradually rose to a height of tens of feet, centered on himself!
--What's this?
—Chen Gong never said that a fist could deliver such an attack!
Amidst the scorching torrent, the beautiful girls swung their fists, powerful enough to tear apart a spirit core.
Like a ferocious beast that devours everything, it pierced through the berserker's massive body!
The massive body knelt down.
"A person cannot stand without integrity... I regret it too late..."
A sliver of clarity returned to his frenzied eyes, and the berserker shook his head, glancing at Boudica, who was fighting Nero in the distance.
His body transformed into spiritual particles, and Lu Bu's body dissipated like a gentle breeze.
Fujimaru Ritsuka twitched her lips.
letter?
Are you sure it wasn't because Boudica was beautiful that she didn't rebel?
Fujimaru Ritsuka shook her hand, muttered a few complaints to herself, and then heard a staggering sound coming from beside her.
"Ah ha... Ah ha... Ah ha..."
Martha knelt on the ground, her hands supporting her weight, sweat beading on her forehead as she gasped for air.
"Miss Martha?"
"I'm fine, it's just that I haven't fought in a long time..."
Also.
Fujimaru Ritsuka understood; Martha had reached the physiological limits of a human being. Even a saint's physique must withstand the ravages of time...
"Don't make that face, girl."
"Human aging and death are inevitable. It's the law of nature. We shouldn't be sad about it, but rather happy... because it is precisely because of this that our value as human beings is revealed."
"I'm not good at lecturing, so I might not be very good at expressing myself. Please forgive me."
Martha said, "Rather than watching Ryouichi X12 dissect these things, I'd rather see that guy Tarasque, the sad dragon who doesn't know love... God's love is equal, and I think I should at least try to understand it myself."
"But..."
Fujimaru Ritsuka helped Martha up. The saintess's body was very cold; it seemed she had forced herself to come here to fight.
Death...?
Fujimaru Ritsuka, who has never "died," doesn't know whether this is a good thing or a bad thing, and she doesn't even know if this power of hers has any meaning.
Perhaps, this is what's necessary to save the world...
“Tarask has Siegfried to deal with it. He is a dragon-slaying warrior just like you, and he will surely be able to defeat it.”
Fujimaru Ritsuka grasped Martha's hand and said, "So you don't need to force yourself."
"I see... Then I'd like to see it one last time, is that alright?"
“No problem!” Fujimaru Ritsuka readily agreed.
"Thank you, child." Martha radiated maternal warmth as she gently ruffled Fujimaru Ritsuka's hair.
Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly felt a lump in her throat.
I feel like crying.
She can't go home.
She's not human anymore.
She lost her own world.
Originally, she thought Martha was pretty and wanted to take advantage of her in a lewd way.
"You're a strong and good child. Even though things have changed, I hope you can keep that spirit."
"God will not withhold His love just because you have separated yourself from humanity; His love is equal—so, girl, keep going."
"I understand, I'm just... a little bit sad."
Fujimaru Ritsuka patted her cheeks.
Sometimes she wondered, what if Rafe really was right, or... she was just an ordinary person who was granted powers by the True Ancestor by chance... what if she couldn't save the world—
However, let's stop daydreaming here!
None of this is as important as resolving the singularity and reclaiming humanity's future!
at this time--
In an instant, a beam of emerald green light shot up, directly lifting up the entire lake of lavender and lotus flowers surrounding Lake Geneva!
"The evil dragon has fallen, and the world is now in its twilight!"
The chanting came from the valley, and Fujimaru Ritsuka felt some of the magic power in her body being drawn away, which proved that the battle between Siegfried and Tarasque had come to an end!
If it were Fafnir, there might still be a chance to contend with Siegfried, because Fafnir can fly and has a certain probability of avoiding Siegfried's Noble Phantasm, but—!
Tarasque cannot fly!
No matter how much its power increases, even with the blessing of the Holy Grail, its internal energy is almost the same as Fafnir's. However, with its short limbs, it is only fit to be kicked like a ball in Martha's Noble Phantasm!
"Fantasy Greatsword, Fallen Demon!"
"Roar--"
Tarasque's eyes were full of disdain. It let out a lazy roar, still not understanding the importance of the matter.
Although the light cannon was thick, it was still much smaller than its actual size.
Looking at this tiny stream of water, it doesn't even seem as big as Martha's fist used to be. With that beam of light, who do you think it could kill?
Boom!
A dazzling light instantly tore Tarask's chest apart!
"roar---?!"
Before Tarask could even comprehend what was happening, before the pain even reached his brain, he was pierced through the chest by the emerald green light and turned into a massive roasted dragon by the light cannon!
My consciousness was hazy, but I felt like the entire dragon had ascended to heaven!
no...
The difference is huge!
Tarasque has the Holy Grail...
One hit and he was dead?!
A look of shock appeared on Boudica's ferocious face!
"Impossible, absolutely impossible! That was Tarask, the legendary dragon! How could he be killed by a single heroic spirit? How could such a thing happen?!"
She couldn't believe her eyes; that living mystery had come so simply...
"Heh heh, you just mentioned dragons, didn't you? Boudica, don't you know that Servant's real name?"
“Real name…” Boudica gritted her teeth, her chest heaving with anger, her face flushed red.
"The legendary dragon slayer, Siegfried!"
"Siegfried... How could this be? It's actually—Damn it!"
Boudica took two steps back. With Lu Bu and Tarasque dead, the main force of her lineup had been completely wiped out. She, a defensive Heroic Spirit, and Jing Ke, an assassin Heroic Spirit, couldn't cause any trouble at all!
"Am I going to lose again...to Rome again? Am I...uh...uh..."
Boudica shook her head, her voice trembling. She held the shield to her chest, her hand gripping the sword, yet it trembled violently.
"It wasn't Rome! There's only one reason you were defeated, and that's because your opponent in the final battle was me, Fujimaru Ritsuka!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka could proudly say that she was the strongest Master in history!
Chapter 62 If I ever fall into depravity, then you shall be the one to punish me, Boudica.
"Impossible...impossible, I haven't lost yet, I haven't...lost to Rome..."
"No, Mom will never lose to Rome again... never again!"
“Hmm…” Nero lowered his eyes, and for a moment his hands, which were wielding the Meteorite Blade, paused.
"By the way, isn't Siegfried's back his weak point? Jing Ke, go assassinate Siegfried!"
In a fit of anger and panic, Boudica hastily gave the order. She gritted her teeth, knocked Nero back with her sword, and shouted loudly.
"Don't even think about succeeding, drink it!"
Upon hearing this, Mashu immediately raised her shield and charged fiercely towards Jing Ke!
""
"Assassinate Siegfried? Me, now?"
Boudica wasn't without a chance of winning the Master battle. If she had simply figured out from the beginning that Siegfried was the one fighting Tarasque, and had Jing Ke, who was concealing his presence, suddenly attack from behind when Siegfried unleashed his Noble Phantasm, she could have eliminated a major threat while preserving Tarasque, a formidable force.
Even if she sent Jing Ke to assassinate Siegfried, the unprepared Jing Ke would have no chance against the well-prepared dragon slayer.
Miss Jing Ke is likely a cautious assassin who won't act without thorough preparation.
Unfortunately, the people around her were always impatient... If it weren't for the reckless actions of Prince Yan, she might have actually succeeded in assassinating King Zheng of Qin.
Boudica, on the other hand, was clearly on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
Boudica felt as if her chest was being torn apart by rage, her nails digging deep into her palms.
His lips were bitten until they bled.
She was surrounded by blazing flames, flames of desperate rage and revenge ignited by the fierce battle that had set the purple flower sea ablaze.
A thousand words were hidden in his ferocious eyes... but when the words reached his lips, only one word came out.
Rome
"I want Rome to die!"
“I understand your anger, and it is indeed Rome’s fault... but I had already replaced the governor of Britain before that, and I assure you that such behavior will never happen again.”
Nero spoke as calmly as possible: "The wicked rule of Britain has been purged..."
"So what?! My people, my relatives, my family—none of them will come back! This is the consequence of your Roman greed... So no matter what... no matter what..."
"Ugh...Aaaaaaaaah!"
The burning golden light emanating from her chest caused Queen Iseni immense pain. Disregarding her own soul, she used the Servant's power almost without limit, even considering elevating it to the level of the Goddess of Victory!
Her breasts swayed with the magic, her whole body trembled and roared, and her azure eyes turned blood red.
"Wait a minute, Boudica...you..."
The violent energy whipped Nero's long, golden hair around her head, and she used the sleeves of her red dress to shield herself from the blinding light.
“You don’t need to do this at all… Even if I am burdened with sins, just come after me, don’t harm innocent people, Boudica! I will not make excuses, I will bear this sin myself, so… don’t let despair and the flames of revenge consume you!”
"I will bear the burden, I will atone for my sins, I will represent all of Rome!"
Nero's eyes reflected the rising flames in the purple sea of flowers, and golden magic surged forcefully around her, yet her eyes were clearer than ever before!
"Unfold! The Golden Theater!"