Karna’s fated enemy had now completely transford into a rciless deity.
Standing atop the massive fortress, his expression remained cold from start to finish.
"Useless! Immature! Cowardly! A world ruled by gods has no need for such lowly and wicked existences!"
The voice of Arjuna Over Gods continued to echo. "When the next Yuga Cycle arrives, all evil shall be annihilated!"
"You have but one final chance—submit to , assist in governing this world, and thus atone for your sins!"
His voice brimd with divine arrogance.
And also... a trace of divine condescension and pity.
In his eyes,
even mighty Heroic Spirits were nothing more than wicked and incompetent beings, utterly insignificant.
A single word from him could decide life or death!
Karna roared in fury, "Arjuna! How pitiful—you’ve completely lost yourself!"
He had always regarded the other as his most important fated rival.
Though called an enemy, there had been a bond akin to that of close friends.
But now, the other had utterly turned his back, sending Karna into a rage.
"Karna, give it up. He has fused with the power of the gods—he is no longer the Arjuna you knew."
Naless shook his head lightly.
The fusion with divine power had elevated his strength to an outrageous degree.
Rama frowned. "Master, may I attack?"
"Of course, but be careful. His current power is beyond reason," Naless warned.
"No problem. Let test his strength first."
Rama’s tone was remarkably relaxed.
As an avatar of Vishnu and a demon king who wielded the might of the gods, he feared no one in the land of the White Elephant.
With that, he unleashed his strongest Noble Phantasm:
"O blade that brought the Rakshasa King to his knees—let your body bear witness to its indestructible might! Take this—!"
[Brahmastra—The Indestructible Blade that Pierces Demons!]
This was the indestructible weapon he had been born with, the very blade that had once slain the demon king Ravana.
Its power was absurdly overwhelming.
Originally an arrow, Rama had forcibly reshaped it into a sword because he wanted to be a Saber.
As he activated his Noble Phantasm, a blade capable of rending everything was hurled toward the divine being atop the fortress.
A cataclysmic explosion erupted upon impact.
Yet.
To everyone’s shock, Arjuna Over Gods remained completely unhard!
No—not just unhard. He hadn’t even flinched.
A powerful attack capable of piercing through anything felt like a gentle spring breeze, utterly incapable of affecting Him in the slightest!
Rama’s eyes widened instantly: "No way!"
"Useless, useless, useless! All your attacks are completely useless—run away now!"
Pepe Rongzino didn’t hesitate to suggest, "That’s the existence that unifies the entire White Elephant mythos, practically the supre and only god!"
"If we don’t flee now, I’ll be dragged down with you to our doom!"
The sole reason he had defected to Chaldea was to escape this cycle of reincarnation together with them.
On his own, there was simply no way he could evade it!
The ntion of the supre and only god instantly caused the audience’s barrage of comnts to explode—
[Damn, isn’t this just Zeus, the omnipotent god who fused the powers of all deities? Soone call the Divine Ancestor!]
[The Divine Ancestor won’t work! He’s the supre god of Roman mythology, naturally suppressing Greek myths, but he’s got nothing to do with the White Elephant pantheon!]
[Fusing and devouring all gods—could Arjuna actually be strong enough to rival a Beast of Humanity? How are we supposed to fight that?]
[Seriously overpowered. He doesn’t even seem affected by Naless’s Sun-Shooting Arrows... Do we need to summon King Hassan?]
[No wonder the A-Team traitors surrendered imdiately and pledged loyalty to Naless... This guy is just too strong!]
...
At the boundary between reality and the inner world.
On a vast grassland.
Under a parasol.
Athena watched the screen with keen interest: "Unifying the powers of all gods—wasn’t that Zeus’s greatest desire?"
Even as his daughter, she held little respect for the so-called King of Gods.
Don’t forget.
The God King Zeus has always been wary of all children, nearly completely devouring the gods before, achieving the status of the supre and only god.
"It seems a bit different. Arjuna has unified divinity, filled with the essence of destruction and death."
The Moon Goddess Artemis frowned slightly, "He must have gone through a Ragnarok, absorbing and rging the bodies of the gods."
This destructive power has repeatedly triggered cycles of annihilation, and his hands are already stained with countless sins.
It is evident.
To absorb such a formidable divinity has completely caused him to lose himself.
Athena took a gentle sip of red tea and smiled, "Indeed, even if Zeus wanted to rge, it would be quite difficult, let alone a re human hero."
To perfectly absorb and inherit the power of the gods.
The best way.
Naturally, is to complete the trials of the gods like Naless.
Thus gathering the power of the gods and unleashing a might that surpasses the God King.
Forcibly plundering and devouring will only lead to complete self-loss, becoming a puppet of power.
"So, how does Naless plan to defeat the opponent this ti?" Aphrodite asked with great curiosity.
Back then, to confront the forr God King, Naless completed the trials of the gods.
Thus gathering the blessings of the gods and defeating the opponent in one fell swoop.
But in this White Elephant anomaly, the gods have long perished, leaving only the one true god, Arjuna.
To defeat him is as difficult as ascending to the heavens!
...
In the video.
A powerful being stood atop the aerial fortress.
With a cold expression, he scanned everyone: "The son of the Sun God, Karna, the incarnation of Vishnu, Rama, master of beastly powers... and the weak, ordinary mortals."
His gaze lingered slightly on Naless before instantly sweeping past him, as if he had seen a tiny ant.
From beginning to end, he showed not a shred of respect.
"My world does not allow your existence; be annihilated!"
He gathered vast energy in his hands, transforming it into a world-destroying light cannon, intending to obliterate everyone directly.
Inside the virtual subrsible.
Doctor Roman, who was on standby, exclaid, "Not good, this energy fluctuation has grown to exceed the limit, surpassing divine levels, enough to completely destroy this world!"
"The cycle of Karna is coming; He is preparing to annihilate the world once again!"
Naless’s expression was extrely grave as well, "Everyone, speed up the virtual subrsible; we need to evade for now!"
A true world-destroying strike!
With this blow, the entire Fourth Anomaly would be utterly destroyed.
All humanity, all life, everything would be obliterated.
After the annihilation.
The God Arjuna would recreate everything once more.
This is the power of the supre and only god.
Destroy the world!
Create all things!
All within a single thought.
So powerful it brings despair!
Everyone evacuated without hesitation.
Just as Naless prepared to hold the rear.
Karna, however, unhesitatingly grabbed his arm and forcefully threw him back, laughing, "Master, with a servant like here, how could I let you stay behind?"
"Please give the order; let hold the rear while you all hurry and leave!"
Just like when he was summoned before.
Since he had beco the other’s servant, he was prepared to sacrifice himself!
"Karna!"
Naless instinctively wanted to stop him.
However.
Karna smiled and said, "Master, you are humanity’s only hope. I absolutely cannot allow anything to happen to you! Please give the order. This is my fated rival—I cannot yield this battle to you!"
He and Arjuna had fought countless tis across singularities and parallel worlds.
They had also cooperated on nurous occasions, their relationship transcending blood ties to beco a destiny beyond fate itself.
"Karna, we only need five seconds!" Da Vinci decisively declared.
Hesitation would an defeat.
A mont’s hesitation, and everyone would perish here!
"Leave it to ! Even if I must burn through all the radiance of my Sun Wheel, he won’t be able to withstand it all at once!"
Karna gazed at his fated rival. "These five seconds should be enough to make him rember my existence once more."
His armor began to glow with a brilliant golden radiance.
This was his formidable defensive Noble Phantasm—the source of his confidence.
"Damn it, Karna! Why do you always get to steal the spotlight? I acknowledge you as a noble warrior. I truly wish we could switch places!" Rama shouted in frustration.
Yet, he could only retreat unwillingly into the Shadow Border.
There was no helping it—he lacked such a defensive Noble Phantasm. Charging forward would be suicide.
The Shadow Border was already accelerating at full speed.
anwhile, Arjuna Alter began his declaration of annihilation: "Evil, incompetence, weakness... Your very existence is sin."
"I shall unleash the divine sword of world’s end to purify and cleanse this world!"
"Destruction, and the cycle of creation—"
[Maha Pralaya!]
The apocalypse descended.
Uniting the power of all gods, he initiated the cycle of destruction, aiming to obliterate the entire Lostbelt with a single strike.
Facing this cataclysmic attack,
"Arjuna, I would love to battle you properly. Alas, I am now my Master’s Servant."
Karna looked up at the pillar of annihilation as his golden radiance fully erupted. "Behold, this is the power of the armor and earrings bestowed upon by the Sun God."
"Take heed—when my life becos light, this golden power will no longer protect ."
"For now, I am rely the Sun Wheel, standing here—"
[Kavacha and Kundala!]
His body transford entirely into golden light, soaring skyward to oppose the pillar of destruction!
Becoming the ultimate shield, he carved a path of survival for Chaldea’s mbers.
In his final monts before fading away,
his gaze turned toward the distant elephant god.
A peculiar, moe-looking girl with a round belly.
Originally just an elephant statue blocking Naless and the others’ path,
after being defeated by Naless, it revealed a 150cm-tall adorable girl inside.
She was Jinako Carigiri.
An ordinary girl who had beco the vessel for Ganesha, the god of comrce and obstacles.
Yet,
this girl only wanted to stay ho and do nothing, harboring no hostility toward Naless and the others.
Now,
Karna, turning into light, smiled and said, "Though it may seem impossible, perhaps we’ll et again soday."
"Jinako, please don’t cry for . From now on, I leave our Master in your care..."
His form completely shattered and dissipated.
"No!"
Only Jinako’s tear-streaked face remained.
This man had been the Servant she summoned during her participation in the Holy Grail War.
Though a powerful heroic spirit, he willingly took care of her, a shut-in, staying ho with her all day.
Like a doting father, he looked after her with ticulous care.
Those scenes moved many young viewers to the point of almost calling Karna "Papa."
After the Holy Grail War ended in failure, she should have been completely erased.
Yet Karna, clad in his golden armor, forcibly preserved her life.
Now, in the sa way, he died before her eyes once more.
Even as Jinako transcended into a divine being, she wept uncontrollably.
The audience was instantly overwheld—
["Truly the Hero of Charity, willing to sacrifice himself to protect others!"]
["Karna, you’ll always be my little sun, the perfect hero!"]
["Behold, this is the Golden Spirit—carving a path to light through despair and darkness!"]
["Arash gives you a thumbs-up! You’re both great heroes!"]
["Sigh... Even at the end, Karna still wanted to restore Arjuna’s humanity. Isn’t that beyond love?"]
["I kinda ship them, but Arjuna really doesn’t deserve Karna! He needs to be hung up and beaten a hundred tis!"]
In this fourth Lostbelt,
Karna, like Arash before him, sacrificed his own life to block the world-ending slash.
His body dissolved into golden radiance, vanishing completely.
Witnessing this, Mordred pressed her lips together, her expression complicated. "Back then... Naless disappeared the sa way."
She understood Jinako’s pain all too well.
In the past, Naless had also shielded her like a father, painstakingly teaching and nurturing her.
He often gave her special treatnt, feeding her delicacies no one else could enjoy.
Under his guidance, she grew into a worthy and powerful Knight of the Round Table.
Yet—
At the Battle of Camlann, she had only wanted to rebel against her father, to force him to acknowledge her.
But she accidentally struck Naless, watching helplessly as he died before her.
Then, in the Sixth Singularity, The Divine Realm of the Round Table, she saw him once more—defeating her deified father before his body shattered and faded away.
Twice now!
How is this any different from Jinako?
"So you’re admitting you see Naless as a father figure?" Gawain gave her a strange look.
Aren’t you the one who always wanted to be treated like a boy? Why are you still thinking about love and marriage?
This rebellious Mordred really is determined to be a defiant daughter.
Is this sohow more thrilling?
"No way!"
Mordred instantly retorted with righteous indignation.
In her eyes, Naless was the perfect knight, even surpassing her father, and the most suitable partner for her.
How could she ever admit to such a thing?
Artoria gazed pensively at the apocalyptic radiance in the footage.
Arjuna, wielding his world-ending sword, was so much like her when she had once brandished her own holy lance of destruction.
In the Singularity, she too had lost her humanity, becoming a cold and rciless deity.
Arbitrarily deciding the fates of countless lives.
Slaying a thousand, ten thousand, without a shred of hesitation.
If not for Naless risking everything to sever her divinity, the Singularity would have truly spiraled into a Lostbelt!
By then, she would have been no different from this Arjuna, who recklessly unleashed cycles of annihilation!
...
After Karna’s sacrifice.
The Chaldea team, aboard their Imaginary Numbers Subrsible, successfully escaped into the void of Imaginary Space, evading the cataclysm.
When they erged once more, they found the world restored to its original state—just as they had first seen it.
The humans who had been slaughtered were alive again.
Even the townspeople who had once despised the Chaldeans now greeted them with smiles.
Because.
In their eyes, only the virtuous had survived, deed worthy by the gods—naturally, no blasphers remained.
Naless and the others paid little mind to the townsfolk’s sudden change.
They focused instead on finding a way to breach Arjuna’s flawless divine defenses.
Along the way, they recruited the so-called "White Elephant Jeanne," the Rani of Jhansi, to join their fight against Arjuna.
Before they could even launch their assault.
Ashwatthama, bound to Arjuna’s will, had already returned with a vengeance.
Empowered by Arjuna’s vast reserves of mana, he attacked without restraint.
Even when his limbs were severed, they regenerated instantly!
Da Vinci gasped, "Is this guy immortal or sothing?"
"It’s a curse—a terrifying force entwined with his Spirit Origin," Naless explained.
Suddenly, Rama spoke up: "Master, I have a way to permanently resolve his condition."
"Oh? You intend to transfer the curse onto yourself?"
Naless frowned at him.
"Eh? How did you know, Master?" Rama was stunned.
He and Ashwatthama shared a similar nature—he could forcibly take the curse upon himself.
"Don’t worry. Leave it to ."
Mana surged in Naless’ hands, coalescing into a familiar greatsword.
The very blade bestowed by King Hassan—
[Azrael]!
With a single swing, it seed as though Ashwatthama would be cleaved in two.
But it was rely an illusion.
Ashwatthama stood unhard, stunned. "You... severed my curse?"
"I picked up a trick or two from King Hassan back in the day," Naless said modestly.
After all, the old man had once sliced through Ereshkigal’s Three Goddess Alliance contract with a single strike.
Cutting a curse was nothing in comparison.
The audience could only groan in exasperation, muttering things like "Damn it, he’s showing off again."
But in the end, it was for the best.
At least there was no need to sacrifice Rama anymore.
Having his curse severed and his sanity restored, Karna instantly defected to Naless’s side.
However.
God Arjuna still possessed his perfect authority, making him utterly unbeatable.
"We can’t shake his divine authority by undermining the people’s faith in him," Naless hesitated before speaking. "Because those who disobey will be killed by Arjuna."
"So, what do you intend to do?" Da Vinci asked curiously.
"It’s simple—we’ll use Karna’s Noble Phantasm to return to a ti before Arjuna took control of the cycle of reincarnation," Naless frowned slightly. "By proving that the ’evil’ designated by the gods can be invisible to humans, we can conceptually undermine Arjuna’s perfect authority."
"Gudao, I have a concern. My Noble Phantasm could send us back hundreds or even thousands of years," Karna said with deep worry. "Over such an imnse span of ti, there’s no guarantee the executor won’t lose their sanity."
Not just a thousand years—it could be even longer.
A re few centuries are enough to make soone lose themselves, let alone rember their mission.
Naless sighed softly. "Yes, that’s exactly what worries ."
If there were a choice, he could have been the one to undertake the mission.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t a native of the White Titan, so he couldn’t fulfill that role.
Just then.
Jinako stepped forward and said, "Let do it. Since he asked , I’ll give it my all."
"Are... you sure?" Naless frowned.
"Of course! Don’t underestimate !"
Jinako struck an extrely confident pose.
However.
Naless reached out and patted her head, sighing. "Alright, then I’ll leave it to you."
"...Don’t pat my head! You’re not my dad!"
A faint blush spread across Jinako’s small face.
Even after fusing with a divine spirit, she still acted like an ordinary shut-in.
Such close contact made her unbearably shy.
In short, there was one word to describe her—
Socially awkward!
Given the choice, she’d much rather stay holed up at ho, never going anywhere.
This was also one of the reasons she volunteered to be the executor of this plan.
The Rani of Jhansi also spoke softly, "Please take care. We’ll et again in a few thousand years."
She would serve as the hidden shell.
Jinako, however, was the absolute core of the plan—she had to maintain her sense of self over the vast stretch of ti.
Once everything was ready.
Jinako and the Rani of Jhansi entered the Divine Void, where they would traverse an unimaginably long era.
With the imnse magical energy provided by the Rani and everyone present, Karna activated his Noble Phantasm—
[O Great Ti, Turn Back Now (Mahakala Shakti)!]
The wheel of ti slowly turned.
Ti was the most uncontrollable, the most elusive force of all.
No one knew just how long those two had endured.
Nor could anyone be certain they had retained their sanity.
When the appointed ti arrived.
Naless stood before the Divine Void, took a deep breath, and pressed his hand against it.
He uttered the prearranged passphrase: "Even a shut-in has the right to gaze at the sky!"
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