A mortal drawing his bow and shattering divine punishnt with overwhelming force—this was nothing short of a miraculous feat.
Especially since, after firing that arrow, his entire body shattered as well.
Clearly, he had resolved to die if necessary, all to destroy the Holy Judgent summoned by the Lion King and protect the innocent!
Such a soul-stirring scene left countless viewers too stunned to even flood the comnts.
Only when Naless arrived to pour a farewell toast did the comnts explode once more—
[A mortal defying a god! Arash truly lives up to the title of Great Hero—a hero in every sense!]
[Even if death cos nine tis, he would never regret it! I, too, offer a toast to the Great Hero!]
[As expected of the Great Hero from Persian history, whose single arrow brought peace!]
[The previous exposés were all from the twilight of the Age of Gods, when deities couldn’t truly descend. But now, this is a god walking the earth! How will Naless defeat her?]
...
"Ah, I died?"
Arash held his wine cup, staring blankly at the screen.
His not-so-strong body had completely shattered and dissipated after unleashing that earth-shattering arrow.
All the soldiers and Servants around him gazed at him with eyes full of reverence. "Great Hero, we are all proud of you!"
In the past, during the endless wars between the Persian Empire and its enemies, this Great Hero had stood atop a mountain and fired a single arrow—now the border between the two nations.
That arrow had spanned over 2,500 kiloters, a miracle among miracles.
Now, the Great Hero had once again destroyed a terrifying Holy Judgent with his arrow, igniting even greater fervor and admiration in everyone.
"Haha, I’m just an ordinary archer. If you want to be a hero, you should protect ordinary people."
Arash laughed heartily, raising his cup toward Naless on the screen. "Naless, let’s share a proper drink when we et!"
Before this, he had already marveled at the other’s spirit of sacrifice—sothing he himself couldn’t match.
Now, being honored with a toast by Naless was a joyous occasion for him.
anwhile.
In the Fuyuki City conference hall.
The heroic spirits from China, who had initially wanted to mock the Britons, now looked on with deep respect.
Such individuals, willing to sacrifice themselves to protect others, deserved everyone’s admiration.
Zhuge Liang praised, "Truly a great hero. I’d love to share a drink with him soday."
Unfortunately, the other party was a Persian heroic spirit, not one from China, making it quite troubleso to arrange such a eting.
"Indeed, he’s incredibly strong—so moving that I genuinely wish to befriend him, just like Naless!" Chen Gong chid in, wiping away an unyielding tear from the corner of his mouth.
If such a mighty hero were to receive his extraordinary buffs, just how terrifyingly powerful would he beco?
Imagine it:
With Naless in one hand and Arash in the other, both enhanced beyond their limits—would their combined strength be enough to slay a god?
Zhuge Liang subtly inched away from him.
When Qin Shi Huang had previously bestowed upon Naless the title of Imperial Tutor, granting him a little more ti to exist, this guy had eagerly rushed forward.
As if he’d been preparing for days, he imdiately cast Two-Pronged Formation on Naless without hesitation, extending his presence by a few minutes.
Absolutely terrifying!
He must not beco this guy’s sacrificial offering!
After everyone’s admiration subsided, they turned their attention back to the screen.
On the screen:
After toasting Arash, Naless gazed toward the distant Holy City and said, "Mash, Bedivere, we must resolve this crisis as soon as possible!"
"Senpai, do you intend to confront the Lion King and the entire Round Table directly?" Mash asked nervously.
Co to think of it:
When they first t, Senpai had been just an ordinary high school student.
But then, Chaldea’s disguised blood donation van—actually a Master aptitude scanner—detected a 100% compatibility rate in them.
Though they grumbled about not wanting to be a "savior" or a "Master," and hating overti work, they still obediently joined Chaldea.
On the very first day, the entire facility was rocked by a devastating explosion.
Out of 48 Master candidates, only Senpai survived, becoming humanity’s last Master!
And on that sa day, Senpai had inexplicably tried to snatch the ring off Dr. Roman’s finger.
Mash had always wondered whether the doctor was married, seeing that ring.
But Senpai trying to steal a wedding ring made no sense at all.
In short, Senpai was a strange yet deeply righteous person.
Despite complaining about overti and refusing to call himself a "hero of justice," they still chose to save and protect everyone.
A true hero in Mash’s eyes!
"The Round Table isn’t united—we can defeat them one by one!" Naless nodded, looking into the distance. "Our first target is the ranger stationed outside the Holy City: Mordred."
"Ah, Mo-chan..." Bedivere gave them a peculiar look.
As soone who played the role of King Arthur’s steward, he was well aware of the tangled web of love and resentnt between the king, their child, and Naless.
Now, this knight whom Mordred adored was about to turn against her...
Well, he could spare a second of sympathy for Mo-chan in advance.
And he wasn’t the only one thinking this—countless spectators were eagerly anticipating the spectacle:
-[Poor Mo-chan! First, Naless toyed with her in The Perfect King, and now she’s the first target!]
-[Here we go! It says, let’s do this!]
-[Here it cos, is Emiya the Great about to pull off another legendary sweep of the Round Table in one night?]
-[I’m already kneeling in awe, how about you guys?]
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