Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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Even in his lifetime, Gilgamesh was not the strongest in Sumerian mythology, so it was perfectly normal for him to be suppressed—which only fueled the king's fighting spirit.

"This is just the beginning. There are far more methods I haven't used than you can even imagine!"

"I see."

Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled:

"Then I'll give it my all and see if the great Hero King can achieve the great feat of defeating the Star Spirit with the help of the Servant's Spirit Origin."

The red glow emanating from the blonde girl became increasingly pronounced.

Gilgamesh, in his serious state, barely managed to dodge the surprise attack thanks to his masterful maneuvers.

The current strategy is a defensive, counter-attacking style, using a shield defense, Ea to charge up, and Wangcai to provide cover.

The difference between Gilgamesh and his former self is basically only in physical strength and the scale of magical output, which can be made up for by the Gate of Babylon.

This allows him to unleash attacks with near-god-level power using the Servant's Spirit Origin.

but--

"No weapon of the same scale can defeat Ea, but if they are of different scales..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka reached out from the void once more.

The crimson spear that had been suppressing Gilgamesh stopped, but he felt no relief whatsoever, because at this moment...

Right above Fujimaru Ritsuka's head, the once clear night sky began to gather spiraling air currents, and a gloomy red light began to rotate continuously, like an electric drill piercing the sky.

"I'll give you time to chant Ea, King of Heroes."

Fujimaru Ritsuka raised her hand and spoke softly. Her scarlet eyes gleamed, and her entire being exuded a power capable of changing the world and causing the singularity to collapse.

"But can you really shoot down this storm anchor that tears the sky apart, connects the earth, and comes from the end of the world?"

"What--"

Gilgamesh looked up and saw the beam of light descending from the sky, carrying unprecedented power as it slowly fell.

"Storm Anchor, isn't that the Pillar of Stars?! Where did you get that from... damn it!"

If we don't liberate them now, it will be too late.

Gilgamesh raised the sword that would cleave the heavens.

If the Holy Lance Rungomminiad represents connection, then the Sword of Ea represents tearing.

Therefore, this will inevitably be a fierce and contentious dispute.

"Sing your heart out! Ea! The sword that tears the world apart!"

Narrating the beginning, when heaven and earth were first separated, nothingness offered a gift for creation!

Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes reflected the shimmering red stars surrounding Gilgamesh, a colorful radiance like the light of creation encircling the Golden King.

He chanted the Noble Phantasm aloud with full energy, his voice booming.

"Tearing the world apart is my sword of discord!"

The cradle of stars, the celestial hell, marks the end of the eve of creation!

The roar echoed through the sky and across the earth.

Gilgamesh faced the spiraling holy spear descending from the sky.

The Hero King, residing at the pinnacle of all things, was eager to see what kind of being that girl truly was.

Such a perfect integration of the power of the planet and human intelligence, the path of destiny—a soul whose depths even it cannot fully comprehend...

"Are you the end of humanity, or the birth of a new planet?!"

"Witness this moment and let the answer be revealed!"

"EnumaElish [The Star That Created the Divergence of Heaven and Earth]!"

At the same time, Fujimaru Ritsuka's Spiral Holy Lance gradually took shape.

The storm descending from the sky collided with the torrent of power that created the world.

This is a force powerful enough to completely raze Fuyuki City to the ground.

Or rather, with such a clash of forces, Fuyuki City simply could not exist.

but.

Unfortunately, Fuyuki City was not harmed in the slightest.

—Kunshi San is the head priest of Lingqi Temple—

"senior..."

Mashu was wearing a white coat with dark brown trim.

She paired the outfit with a light gray-blue mini skirt and dark over-the-knee socks, creating a look that was both neat and cute.

At this moment, she is playing the role of Fujimaru Ritsuka's Master.

Although it was a fake, it was Mashu's first time being a Master, so she was still a little nervous.

El-Melloi II gave her advice.

She doesn't need to worry too much; she just needs to act weak and frail, like a novice who's just starting out and is easily frail.

What exactly does "frail and delicate" mean?

Mashu concealed her presence and hid behind an inconspicuous, rusty container in the warehouse district.

She pondered... and then fell silent.

Immediately afterwards, the sounds of fierce fighting erupted continuously in the warehouse district.

Mashu stared intently at the blazing light erupting from the center of the battlefield.

"That's the Holy Lance of our predecessor! I never imagined that someone could actually stand against him..."

While it was called a confrontation, Gilgamesh himself knew at that moment that he was essentially a turret for the Ea, with the Ea being the only weapon in the fight.

However, if we're talking about sheer shock, it has to be Artoria.

Those beautiful, deep blue eyes were clearly somewhat dazed.

"That is..."

Hey hey!

What a joke...

Isn't that [Lungominiad]?

Before she was summoned to this world, she was still holding Mordred in her hand.

"What, Saber, do you recognize that spiral spear that fell from the sky?"

Iskandar asked.

"Ah, that's right. There's no point in hiding it from you now. That's the holy lance [Rungomminiad] that I used in my lifetime—"

Artoria stared intently at the descending spiraling clouds, their crimson light obscuring half the sky.

"So that means it's your Noble Phantasm, Saber? This is troublesome. Berserker, just what is your background? I'm quite interested."

The Conqueror's expression turned serious: "Archer's sword is probably also unusually powerful, but even so... that guy will have a hard time gaining the upper hand."

He yanked the reins sharply, grabbed Weber by the collar, and dragged him off the chariot.

"What are you doing, Rider?!"

Weber asked, puzzled.

"Saber's Master, I'll leave my son in your care for now. I need to go and fight Berserker, so I'm afraid I won't have time to take care of him."

Irisviel looked at Iskandar, her fingertips pressed tightly against the back of her hand.

"In that case, I'll leave it to you—"

"And Saber, you must come back safely."

Artoria gave Irisviel a very gentle smile, then her magic erupted, and she stood alongside Iskandar's chariot.

"Hehe, I never expected to be able to fight alongside the Knight King... This really makes me feel excited!"

"Don't let your guard down, Conqueror King."

Artoria said calmly.

The other party is a monarch whose life goal is conquest and trampling, and his way of being a king is very different from that of Artoria, so it is better to reduce the interaction between them.

"Carelessness? That word doesn't exist in my dictionary!"

Iskandar laughed loudly, the hooves of his chariot crushing the ground (one) three covering seven picking a bird 1 (three v) two stones flying,

"The stronger the opponent, the more worthy I am of conquering them! Look at the spiraling holy lance in the sky, the sword that keeps spinning in the hands of the Hero King—this is the battlefield that heroic spirits should be on!"

Saber and Rider did not back down in the face of the earth-shattering battle.

A figure driving a divine ox chariot, its wheels pounding the air, charged toward the center of the battlefield, brandishing a massive weapon.

Thunder roared, and Iskandar's magical power surged accordingly.

Artoria's wind magic also erupted, spreading out the Sword Wind King's barrier and using the magic to the maximum extent to strengthen herself.

"Oh oh oh!"

Iskandar let out a powerful roar.

"Sorry, Berserker!"

Artoria brandished her gleaming holy sword, and also leaped into the air using magic—

"I must obtain the Holy Grail!"

After all, it is indeed somewhat despicable for several people to gang up on one person, but Artoria has a wish that she must fulfill, so she must obtain the Holy Grail.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was certainly aware of this.

At this moment, Ritsuka, who was facing Gilgamesh's wave, was undoubtedly at her most unprepared.

This is not despicable.

Who told you, Berserker, to come up and declare war on everyone?

"I see--"

Fujimaru Ritsuka slightly raised the corners of her mouth.

"Seeing my power, instead of retreating, you've attacked...?"

"That's why I like it, the way humans behave."

"And heroic spirits are the most outstanding and shining stars among mankind, and for the planet... they are the most beautiful dream."

As Fujimaru Ritsuka spoke, she laughed sheepishly...

"This kind of judgment makes it sound like I'm not human, but..."

I am indeed becoming less and less like a human being, and further and further away from being ordinary.

Ordinary and mundane things have vanished like bubbles.

As the True Ancestor, Fujimaru Ritsuka now stands in a territory where she absolutely cannot retreat.

"Lengominiad, full power—!"

Without the constraints of the Thirteen Restraints, the cursed spear that Black Lancer lent him can now unleash the full power of Storm Anchor.

The powerful star breath was like a surging torrent between heaven and earth, and the entire spatial domain was completely under the control of Fujimaru Ritsuka.

This is a unique ability of the Star Spirits, akin to divine power.

It was as if the underlying code of the entire world was unfolding before my eyes.

Therefore, Fujimaru Ritsuka was naturally aware of the two Heroic Spirits' surprise attack.

"The sword is stuck—"

"The wheels won't turn..."

Artoria and Iskandar both froze.