With the support of countless Noble Phantasms from [Gate of Babylon], its power could be further amplified.
Golden ripples shimred around Gilgash as he declared, "In fact, I shall grant you access to [Gate of Babylon] itself, allowing you to freely wield its treasures!"
[Gate of Babylon] was his signature symbol.
It contained an inexhaustible trove of humanity’s treasures, envied and coveted by countless individuals—even Heroic Spirits.
Yet at this mont, a single call from Souma was enough to make him offer his full assistance without hesitation!
Witnessing this, the audience erupted in amusent—
-[Holy shit, King of Heroes, and you still claim you’re not a tsundere!]
-[Hahaha, forget just providing Noble Phantasm concepts. If Naless really wanted it, he’d probably drown him in booze!]
-[I’m drawing it! I’m drawing it! Stop rushing !]
-[Ahhh, I beg the great artists to post genderbent King of Heroes fanart! My friend wants to know if there are doujins!]
-[I’m the friend from above, please send them to !]
...
Following the King of Heroes, Artoria responded just as resolutely: "In the na of King Arthur, I answer your call. The entire Round Table shall fight by your side!"
The Excalibur she once wielded had long been personally entrusted to Souma.
Now, upon receiving the ssage from [Alaya], she unhesitatingly transmitted the concept of her holy spear to him as well.
Not only that—
Under her authority as the King of Knights, she mobilized the entire Round Table, instructing them to transmit their Noble Phantasm concepts to him.
"Allow to lend you my strength as well!" Gawain, the radiant and noble Sun Knight, naturally wouldn’t cause trouble at such a ti.
Without hesitation, he analyzed the concept of his holy sword and answered the call.
"Here I co! I wish I could fight alongside you too!"
Mordred also transmitted her Noble Phantasm’s analysis, though she was clearly frustrated.
She truly wanted to stand side by side with him in battle.
Unfortunately, against an enemy like the Umbral Star, a destroyer of civilizations, her strength simply wasn’t enough.
All she could do was watch helplessly from the sidelines.
Gawain gave her a strange look. "Are you sure your Noble Phantasm is... appropriate?"
Her Noble Phantasm, [Clarent Blood Arthur], was literally a sword of patricide.
And Naless, in a certain sense, could be considered her father.
Offering a patricidal sword to one’s own father—what a filial child indeed!
After them, the other Knights of the Round Table answered the call one after another.
Bedivere, Tristan, Agravain, and more.
The Noble Phantasm concepts of nurous powerful knights were all transmitted by [Alaya] to Souma’s side.
At the sa ti.
Qin Shi Huang, who had transford into the Ancestral Dragon to protect all of China, also sent over the concept of the [Imperial Sword].
This sword was forged jointly by him and Souma.
One side bore mountains and rivers, the other bore the nation—symbolizing the nine provinces of China.
As the concept was refined and manifested.
Everyone could clearly hear the declaration made over two thousand years ago when Qin Shi Huang conquered the six states, unified the land, and proclaid himself the First Emperor—
[By the na of the First Emperor, I swear!]
[While I live, I shall secure eternal peace for Great Qin, guarding our lands and expanding our borders. When I perish, I shall beco the soul of a dragon, protecting the descendants of Yan and Huang for all eternity!]
[This oath shall be witnessed by the sun and moon, judged by heaven and earth, and heard by all immortals, gods, spirits, and demons!]
And Qin Shi Huang had indeed transford into the Ancestral Dragon, shielding China for over two thousand years.
He had long since beco one with China.
He was China’s Ancestral Dragon!
The heroic spirits of China were the first to respond to the call.
Chen Gong did not hesitate to offer up his Noble Phantasm concept: "Take it, Naless! This is my [Horn Formation] concept—use it to strengthen yourself!"
Not being able to personally reinforce him on the battlefield was his greatest regret.
Alas.
There was truly no way for him to go.
As a peerless strategist, his combat prowess was lacking—he could only play a supporting role.
In the principal’s office of Fuyuki Magecraft Academy.
Tamamo-no-Mae sensed the connection with [Alaya], her expression complicated. "Should we help?"
Let’s not forget—in the Lostbelt of Qin, she had been his enemy.
Stripped of her solar power by his arrow, utterly defeated in direct combat, and branded with the humiliating title of [Weakest Beast of Humanity].
If she helped now, where would her pride go?
"Of course we must!"
rlin declared with righteous conviction. "This is the best chance for us to redeem ourselves—we must spare no effort in aiding Naless!"
As a dream-born child with a conscience, principles, and a deep love for humanity, she had long wanted to shed the title of [Heartless rlin].
Thus, rlin unhesitatingly transmitted her Noble Phantasm concept, along with a portion of her illusionary power.
Once again, the underworld blood with flowers, just as it had during the previous Singularity.
Endless illusory blossoms transford the realm of death and despair into a dreamlike garden.
Ereshkigal, the Lady of the Underworld, gazed in delight at the blooming underworld, her face radiant with joy.
"Fine, I’ll lend a hand too!"
Tamamo-no-Mae pondered and realized the logic was sound.
Ever since Lostbelt: Qin aired, the students who once revered her now looked at her with strange eyes.
She needed to reclaim the glory befitting the White-Faced Golden-Haired Nine-Tailed Fox.
This ti.
Tamamo-no-Mae did not hesitate to unleash the power of her solar deity, [Amaterasu], aiding him with all her might.
Endless solar flas poured into the furnace behind her, causing it to burn even more fiercely.
These flas carried a trace of true solar power—the strongest forging fire imaginable.
It would allow him to forge a weapon beyond limits with far greater ease, enabling her to face the Umbral Star’s vanguard.
To this end, Tamamo-no-Mae even made a show of it, flaunting her contribution to prove her harmlessness to all!
I’m just a little fox—what ill intentions could I possibly have?
She just wanted to snatch Naless away, lock him in the basent, drain him dry, and have enough children to form a soccer team!
With Alaya’s assistance, heroic spirits from across Earth responded to the call one after another, transmitting the concepts of their Noble Phantasms.
Projections of mighty Noble Phantasms from myth and history descended before Souma in succession.
Ea, Excalibur, the Emperor’s Sword, the Sky Piercer, Twelve Labors, and more.
This spectacle had completely surpassed [Gate of Babylon], becoming the most magnificent Noble Phantasm exhibition ever witnessed.
The audience was utterly enthralled—
-[This is amazing! Seeing so many Noble Phantasms at once is absolutely exhilarating!]
-[Tsk, no one but Naless could gather the Noble Phantasms of so many heroic spirits like this!]
-[Each heroic spirit represents a brilliant crystallization of human civilization, all gathered before Naless!]
-[So breathtaking! This is practically a Noble Phantasm exhibition! I’m going to replay this a hundred tis after the battle!]
-[Take it, Naless! This is the collective hope of all humanity. You must lead us to victory!]
...
As countless people proclaid.
Only Souma, who had silently guarded human history, could truly earn the trust of so many heroic spirits.
He united spirits from every era, every nation, and every ethnicity.
This was a miracle that could never be replicated!
The flas in the furnace behind Souma burned ever brighter.
These were the countless lights of the hos he protected.
This was the fire of human hope.
This was the blazing fire of civilization.
Since the Velber sought to devour and destroy civilization.
Then Souma would use civilization as fuel to forge the strongest Holy Sword of the Stars.
No need for Gaia’s Counter Force to bestow power—pure human civilization would oppose the Velber that sought humanity’s destruction!
"Useless! Your so-called civilization is rely food for . It cannot possibly oppose !"
The giant Altera coldly regarded him, "Before my power of destruction, you’ll find yourself powerless, forced to watch your civilization perish!"
No matter how brilliant civilization might be, it was still just food for her consumption.
How could livestock raised in pens possibly rebel against their master?
"You’re not . How do you know what I can’t do?"
Countless runes surged around Souma as he once again manifested the Reality Marble of the blacksmith [Senji Muramasa].
But this ti.
He didn’t envelop the enemy within—this would solely serve as the grandest forging furnace imaginable!
The chant began—
"n grow old! Even the strongest flesh will wither, and souls will decay!"
"No matter the evil, it will keep sprouting like weeds from the earth!"
"What to do? Swing the hamr—with each strike, forge the belief of saving all living beings into unyielding steel!"
"What to do? Stomp the bellows—with each gust, fan the thoughts of your own redemption into the furnace."
"What to do? Quench with bare hands—with every hiss of the blade, temper the achievents of your life into the edge."
"This body was forged for the sake of the sword. Even if I vanish without a trace, even if my na is forgotten, even if all I’ve crafted turns to dust—"
The concepts of Noble Phantasms from every era and nation began to rge together.
A power beyond limits—one that could tear apart, annihilate, yet also bring boundless hope—slowly took shape before him.
"Give up. I won’t give you even a sliver of a chance!" the giant god Atilla sneered.
As the ultimate weapon of war, she was no villain who would idly watch her enemy prepare in peace.
The mont she sensed even the faintest hint of threat, she swung the [Sword of the War God] without hesitation.
The Noble Phantasm in her hand unleashed its full might.
The giant god Atilla raised her sword and pointed it at her foe: "By my na—perish!"
[Teardrop Photon Ray!]
This was the true power of the Sword of the War God.
Once fully unsealed—
A sun seed to rise within the underworld, illuminating the dark and lifeless realm.
Infinite destructive energy gathered, transforming into a pillar of light that vaporized, shattered, and obliterated everything in its path.
Descending from the heavens of the underworld, this terrifying force capable of destroying the world surged violently toward Souma, who was forging the final weapon.
Ereshkigal couldn’t help but cry out: "We can’t block it!"
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