The usually omnipotent [Alaya] had actually experienced a disconnection incident.
This sent the spectators into a frenzy of discussion.
Fortunately, it was just a minor hiccup.
In the blink of an eye, the video returned to normal and continued broadcasting.
Yes, the first release of any video by [Alaya] was always a live broadcast—a public livestream to the entire world.
No fast-forwarding, no rewinding—wasn’t that the definition of a live broadcast?
Only livestreams could have such bizarre disconnection incidents.
Once the screen returned to normal.
Leff’s originally human form began to swell uncontrollably.
"Though I failed last ti, here I am invincible! Let see just how much you’ve grown!"
His body expanded wildly, transforming into a monstrous Demon God Pillar hundreds of ters tall.
Countless eyes across its form glead with terrifying magical energy, flaunting its overwhelming power without restraint.
Mashu raised her shield without hesitation, her gaze fixed warily on the enemy.
Naless observed the foe calmly. "In this day and age, what threat does a re Demon God Pillar or two pose?"
Having co this far, he had already defeated gods and the Evils of Humanity!
He had no intention of holding back.
In his hand, he projected King Arthur’s holy sword, Excalibur, and swung it freely.
A dazzling beam of light erupted, striking the colossal body of the Demon God Pillar with devastating force.
Under the terrifying might of the holy sword, an enormous wound split open across the pillar’s form, nearly cleaving it in half.
However—
The next mont, such a grievous injury healed completely in an instant!
Mashu gasped in shock. "How is this possible? Even the wounds inflicted by Senpai’s projected Excalibur can heal instantly—how can we defeat it?"
They had faced Demon God Pillars before.
Though those possessed formidable regenerative abilities, none had been this absurd.
Its regeneration was faster than their ability to deal damage!
The Demon God Flauros laughed maniacally. "Useless, useless, useless! Nothing you do will work!"
What they considered fatal wounds were re scratches to him.
No matter how many injuries they inflicted, he could recover from them all.
Yet—
If he landed even a single devastating blow, the battle would end in an instant!
As the saying went: you could strike him hundreds or thousands of tis, but he only needed to hit you once!
Clang—!
Naless projected the [Chains of Heaven], sending countless binding chains surging toward the enemy.
Even a massive Demon God Pillar was ensnared completely, unable to break free.
Then—
Naless blurred into motion, wielding the holy sword as he unleashed a relentless assault.
Blinding flashes of sword light pierced through the pillar from its base to its peak, riddling it with countless wounds.
"Die!"
Naless returned to Mashu’s side as the afterimages faded.
The next second—
The Demon God Pillar’s colossal form shattered, its body carved into countless fragnts as if minced at!
Just as the onlookers prepared to cheer—
The impossible happened.
The scattered fragnts reassembled themselves.
No—
This wasn’t regeneration. It was outright recreation—an entirely new Flauros had been born!
Mashu exclaid in disbelief, "This isn’t healing or regeneration! It’s creation from nothing—a completely new Flauros has appeared!!!"
Minor or severe injuries, it could heal.
But fatal wounds? It simply recreated its body from nothing!
How were they supposed to fight this?
At that mont—
Dr. Roman suddenly cried out in alarm, "Chaldea is under attack!"
Flauros had rely been a decoy.
Eight Demon God Pillars had simultaneously assaulted Chaldea, aiming to obliterate their base.
If Chaldea was destroyed, no matter how powerful Naless was, he would never return—nor would he be able to locate the Throne’s coordinates.
The Demon Gods could completely ignore each other without restraint, waiting peacefully for their grand achievent to be completed.
Inside Chaldea, chaos had erupted entirely.
Dr. Roman shouted, "No matter what, we absolutely must protect the control room! Da Vinci, how are the resources in your workshop?"
"I’ve already contributed all my personal savings, but it’s still not enough!"
The usually stingy rchant didn’t hesitate to use all her private funds at this mont.
Unfortunately, it was far from sufficient.
The simultaneous attacks of a full eight Demon Gods—moreover, Demon Gods enhanced by the formidable reinforcent of a Reality Marble—were simply impossible to withstand.
Da Vinci sighed helplessly, "Even if I were willing to fight to the death, I don’t know if I could take down even one pillar! The only option is to eliminate the Singularity before Chaldea collapses!"
Even if she were willing to sacrifice herself, it would be futile.
The Demon God Pillars could revive without restraint—there was simply no stopping them!
Just as Chaldea was plunged into despair,
Demon God Flauros grew increasingly excited: "Hahahahaha, I am immortal! We are infinite, for this ti and space itself is us!"
"Manifest, my brethren! Show them your glorious might!"
Amid his maniacal laughter,
one towering Demon God after another, each hundreds of ters tall, appeared.
Their colossal, majestic forms, their countless eyes gleaming with savage killing intent, instantly turned this place into a nightmarish hellscape of demons running rampant.
No—
Far worse than hell!
A sight that utterly crushed any hope of victory!
Naless frowned as he watched the endless ergence of the Demon Gods. "I see. You’ve been enhanced by the Reality Marble, rging your essence with this entire microcosm."
The Final Singularity, the Ti Temple of the Crown, was itself a vast Reality Marble.
Just as he had received an exaggerated boost within [Unlimited Blade Works],
the Demon Gods here were similarly granted a terrifying amplification, their power soaring more than tenfold compared to other Singularities.
Even more horrifying was the fact that
the seventy-two Demon Gods had fused with the entire Reality Marble—without destroying the Reality Marble itself, it was impossible to truly kill even a single one of them!
"Exactly! Kill ? What good would that do? We are always the Seventy-Two Demon God Pillars!"
Flauros laughed wildly. "As long as this land and throne exist, we shall never perish!"
"If you wish to kill , you must first slaughter all seventy-two of my brethren!"
All the surrounding Demon God Pillars joined in his laughter.
Their deranged cackles converged into a deafening, maddening cacophony, rcilessly assaulting the ears of every spectator.
Countless viewers hurriedly covered their ears, unable to endure the sound for long.
"But you don’t possess firepower of that magnitude! No such existence remains in this world!"
Flauros’ laughter grew even more triumphant. "This isn’t us being cornered—it’s you willingly leaping into your own grave!"
"Fujimaru Ritsuka, the last Master of humanity, let you and all of Chaldea be buried by us!"
Despair descended!
Seventy-two Demon Gods, capable of infinite resurrection and eternal battle, were more than enough to completely stall Naless.
As they had claid earlier, in just a few more hours, their so-called grand achievent of destruction would be realized.
The Earth would be rewound to 4.6 billion years in the past, completely under the control of King Solomon!
[Oh god, seventy-two unkillable Demon Gods—how can this possibly be fought against?]
[Terrifying! As expected of a Reality Marble akin to True Magic—the enhancent it grants these Demon Gods is utterly absurd!]
[Hurry up and summon more Heroic Spirits to fight alongside us!]
[Do you think summoning Heroic Spirits is that easy? Don’t forget, we’re inside a Reality Marble—summoning them is extrely difficult!]
...
Egypt.
Within the Great Temple.
Rasses II also wore a grave expression. "Under the amplification of this Reality Marble, each of these Demon Gods has seen their power skyrocket. They truly aren’t easy to deal with."
A Reality Marble—a bounded field magecraft approaching the realm of True Magic.
For instance, Naless’s [Unlimited Blade Works] allows him to project all manner of swords within it, unleashing attacks at will.
The current Reality Marble, however, grants the Demon Gods immortality, infinite resurrection, and a surge in combat power.
One can only say—as expected of the King of Mages, the ultimate sovereign of all magecraft!
Nitocris asked curiously, "Your Majesty, how many Demon God Pillars can you contend with?"
Since each Demon God Pillar’s power had soared, they could be treated as a stronger unit of asurent.
She was deeply curious about the Sun King’s true strength—just how many could he face simultaneously?
"Heh, with this king’s power as the King of Kings, re Demon God Pillars are hardly worth ntioning!" Rasses II replied with absolute confidence. "After all, I am the King of Kings, the God of Gods!"
However.
The elderly man standing beside him, leaning on his greatsword, spoke calmly. "At most, you could hold your own against three before being utterly exhausted to death."
"..."
Rasses II wanted to punch this eccentric old man—not even letting him brag a little.
Alas, he couldn’t win against him!
He couldn’t help rolling his eyes. "Then how many can you handle?"
"Pointless. The Demon God Pillars are rely stalling. The only thing that matters is defeating the King behind them."
King Hassan answered impassively. "Yet, against that King, no number of Heroic Spirits will suffice."
Even if all six Grand Servants aside from Solomon were to arrive simultaneously, they would still stand no chance against that King.
Only Naless, as a human, could face him directly.
Rasses II stared at the screen. "So, is Naless dood to lose?"
Seventy-two Demon God Pillars capable of infinite resurrection—even if they did nothing but stall, they could easily wear Naless down.
Whether Naless killed one or dozens of them, it would an nothing.
Without slaying the King behind them, the Demon Gods would simply revive endlessly!
Most crucially.
Naless had no ti left.
In just a few more hours, the grand plan the Demon Gods had sched for three millennia would finally co to fruition.
They shall return to 4.6 billion years ago, to recreate Earth.
To forge an eternal new world!
A world utterly devoid of growth, where everything stands still.
"There’s still a chance. Why do you think I helped Naless?"
King Hassan suddenly countered.
"Uh, didn’t you take him as your disciple?" Rasses II looked puzzled.
The other party treated Naless as his most prized disciple, even sacrificing his Grand Saint Graph to assist him.
He personally taught Naless the Grand Assassination Techniques, as if afraid the latter might fail to learn.
The Hassans of the Assassins were green with envy!
"This is fate."
King Hassan answered thus.
To form bonds, to establish connections—no longer fighting alone.
Having traversed seven Singularities and fought alongside nurous Heroic Spirits, he had already forged profound ties.
"Fate?"
Rasses II grew increasingly perplexed. "Could it be that those Heroic Spirits might descend en masse?"
Impossible.
This is a Reality Marble—how could Heroic Spirits descend so casually?
Most crucially.
Naless could summon at most a few Heroic Spirits, utterly insignificant against the overwhelming numbers of Demon God Pillars.
Unless dozens, hundreds, or even more arrived!
Such numbers were beyond even Naless’s summoning capacity.
Only if the Heroic Spirits all descended willingly, regardless of cost!
Yet this old man seed utterly confident.
Could a miracle truly occur?
Under his skeptical gaze.
In the video.
Mash also showed slight panic: "Senpai, we’ve lost contact with Chaldea. What should we do?"
The simultaneous attacks from the Demon God Pillars had completely severed their link to Chaldea.
Once the connection was cut, they would be left blind, unable to locate the Mage King’s whereabouts.
They could only be slowly worn down by the Demon Gods!
"The last Master of humanity, the final human on Earth—we thank you, for you have brought us the greatest entertainnt!"
Demon God Flauros grew increasingly mocking: "We laughed at your resistance in the First Singularity. We laughed at your passion in the Second Singularity."
"We laughed at your adventure in the Third Singularity. We laughed at your pursuit in the Fourth Singularity!"
"We laughed at your advance in the Fifth Singularity! We laughed at your survival in the Sixth Singularity!"
Flauros listed each Singularity one by one.
These Singularities had already been restored by Naless, leaving the Demon Gods utterly defeated.
Yet.
It ant nothing!
Clearing seven Singularities only granted him the right to reach the Temple of Ti.
To truly protect humanity and halt the Incineration of Human Order, he must defeat the ultimate Demon God King!
"And then the Seventh Singularity... Hmm, let’s just forget about the Seventh Singularity!"
Flauros had intended to continue, but the Seventh Singularity contained no Demon God Pillars!
With the existence of the Primordial Evil, equal to the Demon God King, re Demon Gods would be nothing but prey.
Or rather.
They had once attempted to enter, only to be casually crushed by the Primordial Mother Goddess Tiamat.
As effortlessly as swatting a fly!
Under such circumstances.
Only the Demon God King himself could intervene, finally persuading the Primordial Mother Goddess.
To manifest as the Beast of [Regression], seeking to destroy Uruk.
Yet Tiamat was still swayed by Naless, willingly lending all her power to help him repair the Singularity while she herself was exiled to the lifeless void of imaginary space.
How utterly cruel!
But none of that mattered now.
"Anyway, your battle was truly entertaining—especially in its utter futility!" Flauros laughed with increasing exaggeration. "Such desperate fighting ending in miserable failure—we rate it highly indeed!"
"We so enjoy watching you seethe with the desire to slaughter us all yet remain utterly powerless to do so!"
"With just you and this fake Servant, how could you possibly oppose us, the Seventy-Two Demon Gods?"
Within this Reality Marble, all Demon Gods had received an epic enhancent.
To truly kill them, one must simultaneously annihilate all Seventy-Two Pillars.
And to simultaneously annihilate all Seventy-Two Pillars, over a hundred top-tier Servants would need to descend.
Only by forming a terrifying Servant legion and launching simultaneous decapitation strikes could they be thoroughly eradicated.
Naless sighed deeply: "Indeed, with my power alone, I cannot erase all of you Demon Gods at once."
"Hahaha, even if you exhausted yourself summoning, you could never call forth such an absurd number of Servants!" Flauros grinned brightly. "Admit it—you can do nothing but watch as you and Chaldea march toward destruction!"
Even soone as formidable as Naless now faced the ultimate despair.
It was enough to make him ecstatic!
Just then.
A figure holding a banner abruptly descended, declaring with utmost solemnity: "No, to call this futile is the real joke!"
"Huh? Jeanne d’Arc, the Maiden of France?" Flauros looked at her with utter disdain.
What use was a re French saint?
Nothing special!
Yet.
Jeanne didn’t spare him a single glance from start to finish, her gaze fixed solely on Naless: "Why must you always fight alone? Can’t you rely on us more?"
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