BZZZZZZZ—
The Sword of Rupture (Ea) spun violently, its blood-red light wantonly devouring everything.
The vast castle manor was like snowflakes meeting the sun—instantly and completely evaporated.
Yes, evaporated!
Under its boundless power, nothing remained.
Just watching it brought a suffocating fear to countless onlookers.
No defense.
No escape.
No resistance.
The crimson light annihilated everything in its path.
The King of Heroes, wielding the Sword of Rupture, had at this moment transformed into a Demon King of the Apocalypse, brazenly sounding the trumpet of the world's destruction.
Countless spectators even forgot to breathe, staring blankly at the scene—
"Mmph… Ea!"
Mordred's eyes blazed as she stared at the screen.
It was so powerful, it chilled her to the bone—yet filled her with an intoxicating thrill.
One strike, and everything was wiped out!
And worse—it was just the aftermath of Ea. Not even a full release. If completely unleashed, it could even slay gods.
Compared to this weapon, her "Daddy Issues" sword—
No, her [Clarent: Rebellion Against My Beautiful Father]—wasn't even in the same league.
Too strong!
Stronger than her father's holy sword even!
If her father had wielded this instead, he could have easily crushed her. There'd be no famous "father-son bonding" duel on the Hill of Swords.
Gawain inhaled deeply, expression solemn. "The King of Heroes with Ea is far beyond my league."
In a fight, he would absolutely be the one to die!
Ea was like a bugged weapon granted by the Root itself—among the pinnacle of all Noble Phantasms.
Its power was downright absurd.
And precisely because of this, Gilgamesh alone made Uruk into a world-class powerhouse.
One man against a nation.
"I can take his place!"
Mordred clenched her fists. On her face—so like her father's—was uncontainable excitement and desire.
"It's almost nightfall. Time to sleep," Gawain replied coolly.
You? Replace the King of Heroes?
Keep dreaming—dreams have everything. Go to bed already.
Mordred snorted. "Hmph, I just want to prove something—not to show how amazing I am—but to tell Father: what I lost, I will take back!"
"Oh? And what exactly did you lose?"
A voice suddenly spoke behind her.
It was the cloaked king, gazing at her expressionlessly.
"You should know," Mordred lifted her head to meet that gaze, not backing down in the slightest.
"I only recognize as yours what I've given you. If I haven't given it—you cannot take it," Artoria said quietly.
Yet her words were unyielding.
Beside them…
Gawain took a cautious step back. He had a terrible feeling—were father and child really going to fight during this trip to Japan?
Damn, I still need to manage Britain. But I really want to go…
Please… just look into my pure and innocent eyes.
I swear I'm not going to watch a fight. I just want to mediate!
The noble Knight of the Sun is not the kind of man who enjoys drama!
Back on screen—
The blood-red light slowly dissipated.
The once vast and ancient castle manor had completely vanished.
In its place, a massive crater.
The entire ground had vitrified under the extreme heat—jet black and unnaturally smooth.
At the crater's bottom—
Layers of violet petals bloomed. It was Nameless's projected—
[Rho Aias]
Nameless had shielded young Shirou and Illya behind him, enduring that terrifying attack.
But—
Even the divine shield crumbled under the force of Ea.
Fortunately, Nameless had also projected other powerful defensive Noble Phantasms—but they were all shredded by the aftermath alone.
And that was just a casual swing of Ea.
If it were fully unleashed, they couldn't survive it!
At the crater's edge, a streetlamp stood—miraculously undamaged.
Standing atop the lamp, resplendent in golden light, was Gilgamesh, sneering at them from above:
"Heh… just another mongrel. Did you really think you could stand against me?"
"Kh… cough!"
Nameless spat a mouthful of blood, but still sneered back,
"Hah! Gilgamesh, you're nothing but a god's pet! Two-thirds god, one-third man—you're the real mongrel!"
A second encore!
Déjà vu!
That unforgettable scene from The Oldest King was recreated once again.
Countless anxious viewers suddenly felt a wave of relief—
SinMommy-[That's our Nameless! Doing what we could only dream of!]
PostNutRealityMarble-[But now that Hero King and Nameless fought the gods together and became friends—how would he react to this scene?]
4thWarPTSD-[Still feels hopeless. What is this "Unlimited Blade Works" thing, anyway?]
AlmightyMiddleFinger-[Let's be honest—old (Heracles), weak (Emiya), sick (Illya), crippled (Nameless)… this team is just pain…]
Facing Nameless's taunt—
Gilgamesh's expression turned colder than ice.
"Heh… you lowly worm. Who gave you permission to raise your head? Know your place—and DIE!"
BZZZZZZZ—
Ea spun again.
Its crimson waves spread like a plague. Black cracks began tearing through the void.
This swing—would annihilate the world.
But—
Even faced with the King of Heroes furious strike, Nameless showed no fear.
His red cape whipped in the wind, white hair flowing like fire. Standing tall before his allies—
He summoned a bow and aimed at the Hero King above.
[Caladbolg II: Pseudo-Phantasmal Spiral Sword]
This legendary Celtic sword had been repurposed by Nameless into a projectile. And upon release, it carried the power of his [Broken Phantasm] enhancement.
Upon contact—it exploded, delivering massive damage.
BOOM!
A dazzling beam shot up and slammed into Gilgamesh's position, erupting in an inferno that pierced the heavens.
A miniature mushroom cloud rose into the air.
Did it work?
Countless viewers stared, holding their breath.
Surely that nuclear-level blast could at least hurt Gilgamesh a little?
But then—
A voice, mocking and scornful, rang out from the flames.
"Useless! Utterly useless! You pose no threat to me at all!"
Gilgamesh stepped from the fire, completely unscathed, holding a radiant shield.
Even the streetlamp he stood on was still intact!
So arrogant. So overwhelming. Like a god among mortals—invincible.
This moment perfectly embodied despair.
"You foolish mongrels—tremble before my wrath!"
Gilgamesh roared, his voice shaking the heavens. "EA!!!"
The Sword of Rupture erupted once more, unleashing cataclysmic destruction.
He would use his strongest Noble Phantasm to utterly crush these worms' pride—grind them beneath his heel.
And in that divine blaze—
Nameless suddenly smiled.
He turned to the boy beside him and said,
"Watch closely, boy. I'll only teach you this once!"
Beneath his feet, endless magical runes lit up brilliantly.
I am the bone of my sword.
Steel is my body, and fire is my blood.
The place where he stood instantly became his personal domain—
I have created over a thousand blades.
Unknown to Death,
Nor known to Life.
a divine kingdom on Earth.
Have withstood pain to create many weapons.
Yet, those hands will never hold anything.
It was the forge of all creation, used to forge the strongest reality marble—
So as I pray—
[Unlimited Blade Works]!
In that moment, Nameless turned himself into a world to directly withstand the terrifying bombardment of the Sword of Rupture.
A crimson light that could destroy the heavens and the earth descended, ruthlessly devouring him.
Crack!
A fissure appeared around him.
Crack!
More black cracks spread outward in all directions!
The Sword of Rupture indeed possessed the power to "tear apart the world"—his reality marble couldn't withstand such might.
Gilgamesh, holding the Sword of Rupture, looked like a demon god splitting the world apart at will!
He laughed wildly and arrogantly:,
"Ha! Your body and spirit origin have been completely destroyed by the Sword of Rupture—kneel before your king!"
"No, I haven't lost yet!"
Nameless's face still showed not a single trace of fear.
Though his reality marble had shattered and his body was torn apart by the Sword of Rupture, dragging him to the edge of death—
Though wounds deep to the bone appeared all over him—
He still stubbornly stood before everyone.
"Give it up. You can't even muster the slightest bit of mana, your body is in complete tatters. In simple terms—you're beyond saving."
Gilgamesh looked at him with eyes full of pity.
That someone could resist the Sword of Rupture head-on—was unprecedented. It earned him a rare sliver of Gilgamesh's recognition—a desire to personally bury him.
But Nameless sneered as always,
"I am a nameless Heroic Spirit who walks the history of mankind, bringing forth its future. Someone like you, who has abandoned his humanity, could never understand the burden I carry."
Blood flowed down his entire body, his form on the verge of collapse.
He looked like a broken doll, ready to shatter with just a touch—so pitiful it was hard to bear.
Yet—
He showed no concern for his horrific wounds.
Instead, he turned to look at the distant boy and said,
"What I leave behind at the end is the soul of Emiya—a soul that travels through countless timelines and parallel worlds, bringing the future to humanity. It is the soul of mankind itself!"
Countless points of light surged from his body, as if he had become a shining star.
That radiance turned into countless golden threads, connecting to Emiya Shirou.
The adult Emiya Shirou(Nameless or Sanjiro) and the younger Emiya Shirou—under the watchful eyes of all—began the ritual of passing the torch.
"I'm counting on you… my other self. You're the one who'll take down this bastard!"
Nameless let out one final roar,
"Emiya, this is the last of my mana. Take it!"