The battle erupted suddenly! Like an arrow loosed from a bow, Alaric shot forward at lightning speed, heading straight for Ereshkigal, who stood behind the massive Garula Spirit.
Like a true black meteor, Alaric streaked through this realm of death. Behind him, over a hundred golden lights pursued his rapidly moving figure and even momentarily overtook him, striking the massive Garula Spirit's body with devastating force!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Blinding explosions of light dazzled the battlefield, their beauty laced with the ominous fragrance of death, devouring the golden radiance in an instant.
In this land of death, the massive Garula Spirit summoned by Ereshkigal wielded immense authority and power, surpassing even that of dragons, rivaling the gods themselves!
Fueled by Ereshkigal's fury, the Garula Spirit's strength surged, fully capable of resisting the onslaught of the King of Heroes, Gilgamesh. Witnessing this, Gilgamesh raised an eyebrow slightly and smirked:
"Hmph—interesting."
Tap. Tap.
At that moment, a purple figure darted from Gilgamesh's side—it was Mash Kyrielight, wielding the Round Table shield, chasing after Alaric, charging straight toward Ereshkigal!
"Let me handle this!"
Even though her divinity had been weakened to its limits, Ishtar was not idle. She soared into the heavens, confronting the black storm clouds as she unleashed the power of the Maanna.
Her volley of gemstones, infused with divine energy stored in advance, shimmered with brilliance and shot forward with devastating force!
Meanwhile, behind them—
The final Master of humanity, Ritsuka Fujimaru, performed multiple summons in the realm of death!
Brilliant light coalesced before Ritsuka, dense with ether forming vessels. These vessels transcended the concept of time, drawing forth echoes from the Throne of Heroes, where the legends of all who had graced the Earth from its birth to its end were recorded.
Responding to the summons, heroes from the past manifested in this land of death, drawing their blades!
As per Ritsuka Fujimaru's current limit, three heroic spirits were successfully summoned into reality. Their class—one of the most formidable:
[Saber]
A faint chuckle brushed past Ritsuka's ears as the youthful figure of a tyrant emperor appeared. Agile and elegant, even cloaked in shadow, the brilliance of this most vibrant flower could not be concealed.
A silent dragonslayer emerged as a cold and unyielding blade, fighting solely for Ritsuka Fujimaru.
But as the king appeared, far in the distance Alaric abruptly turned around. Despite standing so near the massive Garula Spirit, his expression was one of utter disbelief as he stared at the shadowy Dragon King.
Clack. Clack!
The heavy clash of armor echoed as the diminutive king slowly walked past Gilgamesh. The overwhelming dragon aura emanating from the figure caused even Gilgamesh to raise an eyebrow in mild astonishment.
What should have been a sacred golden holy sword, the planet-forged ultimate weapon, transformed of its own accord into ebony darkness in the hands of this king.
The cold, dragon-like eyes fixed their gaze on the massive Garula Spirit—or rather, on the nascent dragon standing before it.
Though the Servant summoned by Ritsuka Fujimaru should have been a weakened, incomplete version of itself, its intellect largely diminished, the Dragon King's gaze betrayed a profound intelligence—locking eyes with Riye in a moment of silent confrontation.
But in an instant, that exchange of glances vanished entirely, as though it had been nothing more than Alaric's imagination.
Clack. Clack.
The ebony-clad king stomped forward, the unleashed force propelling the diminutive frame into a state of godlike speed.
What Alaric had repeatedly failed to achieve—a speed he could only glimpse during brief outbursts of his skill Thunder Flash—was, for this king, as natural as breathing.
Distracted by the shadowy king, Alaric failed to notice the warning signals from his instincts, brushing them aside until Mash's urgent shout pierced the air—
A bone claw, four to five meters in size, swung in from the side, slicing through the atmosphere with violent force, demonstrating the raw power it wielded.
Boom!
The attack wasn't just sheer brute strength—it carried a degree of mystery far beyond Alaric's hard-earned B-rank defense, reaching the level of an A-rank offensive strike!
Unable to evade in time, Alaric was struck like a ragdoll, sent flying out of the battlefield and disappearing into the distance!
But there was no time to mourn for Alaric. Charging into the fray was none other than—Mash Kyrielight!
"Hyaaah!"
Seeing Alaric helplessly flung away, with no chance for rescue, Mash swung her Round Table shield with all her strength, slamming it into the massive Garula Spirit's body. The force of her strike was so immense that it created a sharp sonic boom!
Boom!
The shockwave roared to both sides, and the massive Garula Spirit even took a small step back from the sheer impact!
Simultaneously, Ishtar's gemstones, comparable to A-rank magical attacks, rained down with explosive force. Empowered by her divine energy, their destructive power far exceeded their usual limits!
Boom!
The dazzling explosions sent waves of heat surging outward, lifting Mash's hair and revealing her determined eyes.
Tap. Tap.
Hot on her heels, the three Sabers sped past Mash at godlike speed, their blades aimed at the massive Garula Spirit.
Sharp sword strikes tore through the air, their refined techniques unleashing incredible power.
Three heroes of different eras, renowned in their own right, who had never encountered each other in life, now fought side by side in this distant past.
Summoned by the final Master of humanity, Ritsuka Fujimaru, they joined forces against a common foe!
Their interwoven sword strikes not only disrupted the atmosphere but also painted frigid flowers in the air, a tribute of beauty to the somber underworld.
Two ancient kings displayed remarkable synergy and combat awareness as they fought together.
Both wielded the Dragon trait, making their rivalry inevitable. Even with their intellects diminished, their instincts drove them to clash.
Meanwhile, the world-famous dragonslayer silently swung their blade, delivering strikes imbued with overwhelming magical power, capable of slaying even the mightiest of dragons.
Under this luxurious joint assault, the massive Garula Spirit, despite its divine-level power, began to falter, retreating step by step until Ereshkigal's figure was finally exposed!
Even with her position revealed, Ereshkigal remained unfazed. She casually raised the long spear in her hand, her gaze shifting away from where Alaric had vanished.
Scarlet lightning wove through the air, coalescing into a spear of thunder, imbued with divine energy so terrifying it made one tremble!
A mere glimpse of the goddess's power, and it exceeded the limits of what ordinary Servants could bear, a force even gods would struggle to face head-on.
The thunder spear fell in an instant, rendering judgment upon the three future spirits of the dead!
But these three Sabers were far from ordinary. Their mastery of swordsmanship was so extraordinary that they ranked among the very best even among heroic spirits.
Effortlessly, they evaded the thunder spear's strike.
Sizzle!
As the thunder spear descended, a jet-black radiance erupted from the depths of the underworld.