Servant Special—
"I fight myself!"
Nezha, riding the Wind-Fire Wheels and wielding the Universe Ring, was rcilessly attacking another Nezha.
The two Nezhas were locked in a life-and-death struggle, as if they were mortal enemies.
The audience couldn't help but be amused—
[Heh, the classic "I fight myself" trope strikes again. Who do you think is stronger?]
[Isn't it obvious? Of course, Nezha is stronger!]
[This Nezha seems to co from the birthplace of Buddhism—the White Elephant region. Maybe she's stronger than the one from China?]
[Jeanne d'Arc gives you all a thumbs-up. Just like Naless intervening, just like "I fight myself"—how eerily similar!]
[Similar, truly similar! So, to deal with a disobedient brat like Red Boy, you just gotta hang him up and beat him!]
...
Inside the hotel.
Jeanne d'Arc, reading the barrage of comnts, couldn't help but flare up in anger: "These guys, if they have the guts, say it to my face!"
In this fourth Lostbelt, with two Nezhas fighting each other, the audience imdiately thought of her.
Wasn't it just like that Singularity where two versions of her appeared simultaneously, only to be forever rembered by the entire world?
These people, huh? They never rember the good stuff, only her embarrassing monts.
Back in the Final Singularity, that impassioned speech of hers was so cool it could make you cry!
Jeanne d'Arc snorted coldly, "No, I have to watch it a few more tis!"
Once just wasn't enough.
Looks like she won't get a chance to appear in the upcoming Lostbelts either.
That woman from Britain, who's always been her rival, will probably still make an appearance.
Damn it, this is so frustrating!
"Your Majesty, don't worry. After we finish watching the video, I'll have France's propaganda departnt promote it a few more tis for you!" Lancelot shalessly flattered without hesitation.
Poor Jeanne, the saint of France, who should have had countless heroic monts, only got that one shining scene from start to finish.
The upcoming Lostbelts will likely feature Britain, Egypt, or maybe even the Maya.
As for France? Clearly, no chance.
Lancelot, however, was quite excited.
Once the British Lostbelt appears, as a Knight of the Round Table, he should be able to shine brilliantly, right?
Then he could go brag to his daughter Mash and finally hear her sweetly call him "Dad."
Just thinking about it made him giddy.
He quietly asked the pink-haired knight, "Astolfo, do you think I'll have any standout monts in the Lostbelt?"
This guy, after losing his Reasoning, possessed an Instinct almost akin to future-sight Clairvoyance.
He often blurted out prophetic truths—though sotis he was completely unreliable, always coming up with the weirdest ideas.
"Not sure, but I feel like the Lancelot who appears will be pretty popular," Astolfo replied, giving him a strange look.
In his intuition, the Knight of the Lake who would appear seed... different sohow.
But exactly how? That was hard to say.
"Great! Then I'll just have to wait and look forward to my glorious performance!"
Lancelot rubbed his hands together, grinning from ear to ear.
When the ti ca, he'd flaunt it to the whole world.
At the very least, he'd make that scummy Sun Knight Gawain seethe with envy!
anwhile, in the video—
The battle raged on.
The sudden appearance of this Lostbelt Nezha radiated a violent, chaotic energy.
Clearly, he had manifested as a Berserker.
This madness amplified his combat power, placing him firmly among the top-tier Servants.
What was even more terrifying—
This was Nezha at his absolute peak.
In his hands were treasures like the Universe Ring, the Red Armillary Sash, the Wind-Fire Wheels, the Fire-Tipped Spear, and more.
He could practically be called the "Treasure-Laden Child"!
Naless, facing the hostile Nezha, chuckled lightly. "Since you've taken the stage, I'll summon an old acquaintance of yours too."
Servant Summoning—activated!
On-the-spot card printing!
As the spokesperson of Alaya, he directly connected to the Throne of Heroes, initiating a Grand Order Summon. No need for unreliable gacha pulls here.
"Appear—Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong!"
Pointing at the summoning circle before him, Naless declared loudly with a grin.
At his call—
A familiar figure erged, standing atop a sorsault cloud, clad in golden chainmail, wielding the Ruyi Jingu Bang.
With a casual swing of his staff, he proclaid, "The Great Sage has arrived! Naless, you finally decided to call upon !"
His eyes glead with dazzling golden light—
The formidable Fiery Golden Eyes, instantly seeing through Fujimaru Ritsuka's true identity as Naless!
"Great Sage, I ask for your aid in battling this berserk Nezha!" Naless clasped his hands in request.
"Leave it to !"
Sun Wukong looked at the target across from him, slightly surprised. "She's completely lost her humanity, more like stone than even this old monkey."
Through his fiery golden eyes, the Nezha before him appeared more like a construct of tal and stone, devoid of any signs of life—utterly different from the lotus-bodied Nezha he once knew.
"Normal. She's more like a robot now, not the Nezha you're familiar with," Naless explained. The Nezha everyone knew was standing right beside them.
Sun Wukong charged forward without hesitation. "Take this strike from old Sun!"
His golden staff suddenly extended dozens of tis its length, transforming into a colossal pillar that smashed down toward Nezha. Simultaneously, the lotus-ford Nezha also moved, engaging in battle against her original counterpart. The two soared into the sky, their clash shaking the earth and mountains.
anwhile, Naless remained vigilant, keeping a wary eye on the traitor from Team A to prevent any interference. He issued another command: "Rama, join the fight. Defeat her quickly before anything unexpected happens."
"...Understood." Rama voiced no objections. As a Heroic Spirit summoned from Pan-Human History, his sole purpose was to sever this Lostbelt.
Just then, a second enemy descended—the Servant of Team A's traitor, Peperoncino. A warrior hailed as the equal of Karna, the strongest of the Brahmin, the very incarnation of wrath: Ashwatthaman!
Once, he had fought alongside Karna. But after Karna's death, he had plunged into an uncontrollable fury, slaughtering thousands of enemies single-handedly.
"Senpai, what should we do?" Mashu raised her shield defensively. One was Nezha at her peak, the other was Ashwatthaman, empowered by the White Titan's domain. Both were Heroic Spirits of unparalleled strength.
Peperoncino quickly waved his hands. "Don't look at . He's no longer connected to ."
"I believe you," Naless replied calmly.
"Eh? Gudako, you really are a kind and adorable person!" Peperoncino stared at him in astonishnt. To think he'd be trusted so easily—truly worthy of being called humanity's last hope.
Peperoncino spread his hands helplessly. "Originally, he was indeed my Servant, but Arjuna took him away. Everything was normal at first, but after Ashiya Douman and Koyanskaya arrived, everything changed!" The more he spoke, the angrier he beca. As the overseer of the Fourth Lostbelt, this should have been his territory.
But that bastard Ashiya Douman, the Alien God's envoy, along with Koyanskaya, had manipulated Arjuna. The Lostbelt King's thods of governing the world grew increasingly brutal, requiring more pawns to carry out his will. Thus, they had casually seized his only subordinate!
Using Ashwatthaman as a template, they had summoned one formidable Heroic Spirit after another.
Peperoncino's words flowed more smoothly as he continued, "So now, I'm just an ordinary person without a Servant. You can treat as a hostage if you want."
"I believe you. For now, let's join forces against Arjuna," Naless responded. He knew full well that Peperoncino's words were true.
Arjuna, having devoured the gods of the White Titan and beco the sole deity, had long since abandoned all traces of humanity. Stationed beside the Fantasy Tree, he had to be defeated to sever the Fourth Lostbelt completely.
And so, Chaldea and the traitor of Team A, who should have been enemies, once again joined forces in battle!
The audience watched in astonishnt—
[Here we go again! Naless has tead up with the enemy yet again. Could it be that the entire A-Team is full of traitors?]
[This is truly impressive. Across all four Lostbelts, Naless has allied with every single one! Is the only enemy left the Captain?]
[Good grief, the Captain has turned into Gin from Detective Conan, surrounded by a bunch of traitors. This is just too tragic!]
[Captain: If I'd known this would happen, I never should've saved you all back then!]
[Tsk, just as I guessed. The King of the Lostbelt is Arjuna. Another destined showdown is about to unfold!]
...
In the living room.
Roya couldn't stop laughing. "This Captain is just too pitiful. All his subordinates are traitors—is this so kind of Black Organization parody?"
In the First Lostbelt, Kadoc—once unyielding as steel—betrayed them after just one good al.
In the Second Lostbelt, Ophelia went so far as to sacrifice herself to help Naless defeat the Giant King Surtr.
In the Third Lostbelt, it turned out Hinako was actually Yu i-ren, who'd only co to Chaldea to search for Naless.
And now, in the Fourth Lostbelt, Pepe didn't even bother pretending—he surrendered instantly upon eting Naless!
They didn't even go through the usual "fight first, team up later" routine. He practically couldn't wait to beco a hostage.
Out of the seven A-Team mbers, excluding the Captain as their absolute core, four out of the remaining six had already defected!
Roya almost felt a second of pity for the Captain.
Back when Lev's bomb wiped out all 47 Masters, why did Captain Kirschtaria Wodi even bother asking the Alien God to save the other six A-Team mbers?
Now they'd all beco Naless' allies instead.
That earlier declaration about executing Naless and Proper Human History now seed like nothing more than a joke!
"Don't underestimate these people," Souma said with an eye roll.
Did she really think he could just turn anyone—regardless of gender—into allies by flipping on so "charm aura"?
Everything depends on strength!
In the first Lostbelt, had he not forcefully captured Kadoc from the start, there would have been no subsequent conquest through culinary delights.
In the second Lostbelt, Ophelia acted purely out of atonent, blaming herself for the escape of the Giant King.
Otherwise, she too would have been a formidable enemy.
As for the third Lostbelt's Hinako, she had been part of his plan two thousand years in advance.
In this fourth Lostbelt, the King of the Lostbelt, Arjuna, seized his Servant, driving Pepe to outright rebellion.
Even after defeating Arjuna, battle was inevitable.
As for the Captain...
Wait until the next Lostbelt, and all will be revealed...
anwhile, Gilgash watched the screen with keen interest, his gaze fixed on Karna.
This man, alongside him and Rasses II, was hailed as one of the "Golden Three Targets."
Why "targets"?
Simple.
In this era of Heroic Spirits, the strength of these three ranked among the very best.
Whenever power was compared, their radiant, golden brilliance was impossible to ignore.
This was no mockery—it was a well-deserved honor.
Once, during a conversation, Gilgash had said to him:
"You bestow wealth, while I plunder it. You abstain from extravagance, while I indulge in it. You save your Master, while I abandon mine."
These were but a few of their many differences.
As the most arrogant of kings, even when summoned as a Servant, he would never truly obey.
But Karna was different.
From beginning to end, his Master's life was his absolute priority.
He would even sacrifice himself to save them.
And yet.
The dazzling golden armor Karna wore erased all such distinctions in an instant.
Gilgash praised him without reservation: "Yours is the second-best taste in the world!"
As for the first?
Was there even a need to say it?
Of course, it belonged to none other than the King of Heroes, who possessed the greatest treasury in existence!
...
Under the watchful eyes of all.
On the screen.
Karna shouted, "Ashwatthama, do you still recognize ?"
The two had once been close friends, fighting side by side against formidable foes.
If given a choice, he would never have wished to fight him.
"Rage consus my very soul—all I seek now is battle!"
But Ashwatthama had no intention of conversation. "Then fight! Today, we settle this—not just in skill, but in life and death."
Summoned as a Berserker, he was filled with boundless fury.
To rage, and then fight to the death.
Now, he was the very incarnation of wrath.
His massive Noble Phantasm unleashed a devastating attack—
[O Chakra of Fury, Ignite the Flas of Wrath (Sudarshana Chakra Yamaraj)]!
The colossal ring-blade spun at blinding speed, conjuring a storm of raging flas.
A torrent of fire surged forth, threatening to consu them all.
Faced with such an assault.
Karna acted decisively: "Since you've lost your reason, let wake you up!"
His golden armor glead as he withstood the flas of wrath, charging straight toward Ashwatthama.
With peerless spearmanship, he engaged his old friend in a battle to the death.
Naless turned his attention elsewhere.
Sun Wukong, Rama, and the other top-tier fighters joined forces, effortlessly overwhelming the peak-form Nezha from his lifeti.
Now free, the trio turned their combined might against Ashwatthama.
Under such an onslaught.
A single Berserker stood no chance.
Just as they were about to crush him completely—
The King of the Lostbelt has descended!
Standing atop a colossal aerial fortress, he gazed down upon all living beings with an icy and haughty deanor.
Karna instantly looked up at him. "It really is Arjuna! No mistake—even if you turned to ashes, I'd recognize you!"
This was his fated rival, soone he could never forget.
However.
The other party didn't recognize him at all.
Instead, he spoke with chilling indifference: "Once, there may have been an Arjuna. But what stands before you now is a god!"
Having devoured all the gods of the White Elephant, he descended in the supre form of the One and Only God.
He could be called—
Arjuna Over Gods!
From the grandeur of his aerial fortress, he looked down upon them all. "In my world, evil beings like you have no place!"
"Submit to … or die!"
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