Power That Pierced the World
Having already run into him face to face, Rovi certainly wouldn't let Fafnir go back.
It's not because Fafnir was once his dog—which is true, but it's not about crossing that line.
The current Origin Universe has converged almost all boundary lines, but those that are 'dead' are not included in it.
Otherwise, Ritsuka Fujimaru and the others would have heard of him.
Ultimately, the Origin Universe acts merely as a 'filter,' occupying the port from which Throne of Heroes depart. Every summoning of a Servant must pass through ' Chaldeas built upon the ' Fantasy Tree ' of the Origin Universe. It is through this summoning process that the Heroic Spirit of the Origin Universe occupy the Servants corresponding to themselves summoned from other realms, thereby converging their aspects across different realms.
This is a process of converging with the ' Origin Universe ' itself as the origin—taking itself as its own 'origin', thereby transcending the limitations of being Heroic Spirit.
However, it is clear that the 'dead' world cannot be contained until Rovi reignites its flame.
The process of converging the Heroic Spirit on the boundary of the dead will also cause the essence of the Heroic Spirit from the Origin Universe to be tainted by the ' Death Information '.
Therefore, only a fictional character like the young ' Artoria ' could arrive here.
Only Rovi dared to directly subdue himself, who was already on the edge of death—
He's just asking for trouble.
"If one cannot obtain the opportunity to reach the highest level of the Throne of Heroes after death within the boundary of the already dead... then gathering a large amount of 'death' might also achieve the same effect."
Rovi's intervention against Fafnir at this moment was also for this reason.
For 'death'.
However, it seems that
Fafnir, standing on this boundary line, did not recognize himself.
But he knew his own identity.
The identity of the "Holy Son" shrouded in the outer layer of his body upon his arrival was indeed enough to make the "Evil Dragon" feel fear.
That's why He instantly flapped His wings and fled the moment He sensed Rovi's appearance, running away without even thinking.
In the Central Plains of France, a fierce wind howled, and a jet-black dragon soared into the sky, as countless people on the ground simultaneously looked up at the heavens.
They saw the dragon.
And then we saw the figure following closely behind the evil dragon...
Her slender figure, flowing black hair, and the hem of her well-tailored, antique-style dress fluttering in the wind revealed a mysteriously sacred yet cruel demeanor.
He seemed like a saint, yet also like a sinner.
The one who bears the sins of all humanity—
"Roar!"
The dragon's roar was panicked and disorganized, completely unlike the evil that had once ravaged the land, bringing endless disaster and destruction.
On the contrary, Rovi, who was behind Him, seemed more like the real demon king.
"It really is that person..."
In Chaldeas, Romani Archaman looked at the image sent by Ritsuka, and while he breathed a sigh of relief, he couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.
If it were that person... how should he respond?
anyway--
King Solomon was a 'fleeing from death'.
"Chasing after the Fafnir the Evil Dragon... who is the real dragon?" Da Vinci remarked at the opportune moment. Even though she already knew the identity of the person who had descended to the mortal realm, she still couldn't help but say this after seeing this scene.
In any case, Fafnir is an extremely evil Dragon Kind, the most malevolent dragon at the top of the Dragon Kind.
Even if it manifests in lands outside the Age of Gods and struggles to maintain its full strength, its power is still formidable.
Romani smirked, seemingly taking it all for granted. "Ah... in his presence, who can call themselves 'evil'?"
After all, he was... the Son of Heaven, who bore the All the World's Evil and died on the cross, the incarnation of the Son of Heaven on earth!
Roar! Roar! Roar!
In the wilderness, on the plains, Fafnir's roar grew louder and louder.
Because He can sense...
The person behind me is getting closer and closer!
"Senior--"
Ritsuka, who was standing still and watching, heard Mash's words, came back to her senses, glanced at the girl in the 'combat suit' next to her, and tilted her head. "What's wrong? Mash?"
"Is that person... really trustworthy?" Mash hesitated; she couldn't be as carefree as Ritsuka.
Rovi, after all, has an unknown origin... She also doesn't know Rovi's identity in this world.
"No problem, don't worry!" Ritsuka grinned.
She didn't actually know either.
However, he had an inexplicable sense of trust in Rovi and that figure.
The red-haired girl raised her thumb, grinned, and her neat, clean teeth gleamed. "My intuition is always right!"
"Fou!" Fou, in Mash's arms, also raised her furry paws, as if raising her thumb.
"Oh? As expected of Fou, you sensed it too?"
"Fou!"
"Yes, yes, that's right!"
"Fou!"
"..."
Mash paused for a moment, watching the 'conversation' between the human and the beast, and then suddenly burst out laughing.
Since Senior has already said so.
Then—
Trust!
She gripped her shield tightly, looked up at the figure chasing the dragon in the sky.
The sky was a vast expanse of blue, and the once leisurely floating clouds had long been scattered by the fierce wind whipped up by the black wings of the sky.
The black, evil dragon turned its eyes to look behind it.
The golden dragon eyes clearly reflected the approaching figure.
Getting closer and closer.
It's getting clearer and clearer.
More and more...
Boom!
A tremendous roar suddenly resounded as Fafnir's massive body crashed directly into the high hill in front of him. With a huge tremor, the mountain tilted and shook, and the sand and gravel fell, instantly roaring into a chaotic mudflow.
Fortunately, this place is wasteland.
It is an uninhabited area.
Otherwise, this single incident could have caused massive casualties.
As the smoke and dust dissipated, Rovi stood with his feet firmly planted on the broken mountainside, looking up ahead.
Fafnir, having fallen, tilted his head back, sand and dust sliding off his black scales. The dragon heads strung along his long neck looked at Rovi, his golden eyes filled with panic.
But he did not flee again.
There's no escaping it...
Rovi was already in front of him, Fafnir could sense it... If He dared to turn around, then this massive dragon body would probably be pierced through in an instant!
"Don't panic, there's no harm in panicking." Rovi clapped his hands. "Come on, let's have a one-on-one fight—"
"Kill me, and you can leave!"
One-on-one?
One-on-one fight my ass!
Don't think I don't know how terrifying your fists and feet are!
Fafnir was filled with fear... but also more clearly understood that he seemed unlikely to survive this ordeal.
He was, after all, a proud Dragon Kind.
So proud that he wouldn't allow himself to show his ugly side before death.
Despite the fear in her heart, she quickly straightened her posture at that moment.
"Very good, that's more like it!" Rovi clapped his hands again and smiled.
Yes, that's more like it.
The evil dragon of Norse Mythology.
"Why did they stop?" With the help of her Heroic Spirit Transformation ability Mash carried Ritsuka and quickly arrived at a high ground. They could clearly see the hill where the dragon and the human were facing off, and they could also see their own postures.
Leonardo da Da Vinci of Chaldeas also expressed his confusion. "Judging from this, that one... could it be that he intends to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the dragon!?"
She thought of a certain legend.
A certain... religious myth!
Romani's brow twitched. "I'm afraid—yes!"
In that instantaneous pause, the evil dragon Fafnir launched the first attack, spewing out Dragon Breath from its gaping maw. The scorching yet pitch-black lava, carrying a terrifying temperature, instantly scorched the air as it pierced through the distance between them.
Dragon Breath was ahead.
Wings flapping behind!
The instant the breath was completed, Fafnir raised its wings, stirring up a black storm, and its lowered body suddenly lunged forward, its sharp claws following closely behind the breath as it grabbed at Rovi!
The attacks, one from the front and one from the back, were a double attack—the combat abilities of an ultimate Dragon Kind still allowed it to make the most exquisite tactics!
If Rovi manages to block the Dragon Breath, then he will have to face the evil dragon's claws with the force still expended.
If He avoids the Dragon Breath, Fafnir can instantly envelop the enemy in his massive form.
The roar of the dragon that reached one's ears was enough to make an ordinary person tremble.
The pitch-black breath of lava was right before my eyes.
Should we go in?
Or should we withdraw?
"Is this still something to think about?" Rovi Wei clenched his fists, his power instantly expanding within him—
"With that kind of power, there's no way you can... defeat me!"
Rovi stood on his feet, twisted his waist, and raised his hands.
Just like the competition in an ancient arena... the body's muscles bulged and surged in an instant, like boulders on a mountain.
Retreat?
Refund my ass!
A real man is one who goes head-to-head!
Even lava... can knock you back!
The sound of a sudden thud reverberated for a moment.
Immediately following the Dragon Breath, Fafnir's movements suddenly froze. He wanted to retreat, but found that there was no time and the spatial constraints did not allow him to do so.
So He could only watch the pitch-black lava before Him abruptly stop.
Then it was forced...
Step back!
It's pressing down on me!
Fafnir unleashed a Dragon Breath, which was forcefully knocked back by Rovi's bare hands!
Roar! Roar! Roar!
The scorching heat was overwhelming, Using His Spear to Attack His Shield was obvious... Fafnir was directly knocked away by the Dragon Breath and landed on the sloping mountainside once again.
The lava scattered and quickly solidified into charred black rock.
Rovi exhaled and withdrew his hand.
[Jacob's Limbs], a mythical creature in ancient mythology, wielded by the sage Jacob, who defeated the angel Jacob with ultimate fighting skills despite being a mortal.
The ultimate craftsmanship was brought to its fullest extent in the hands of Rovi, this 'holy son'!
Even Dragon Breath can be deflected!
The solidified lava collapsed again, and Fafnir, which had been trapped underneath, looked up once more.
With its enormous wings spread wide and its long neck raised high, the already jet-black dragon scales shimmered with an even richer, flowing light.
The golden dragon's eyes were tinged with red, flowing like gilded gold.
Fafnir... was furious!
He knew the person before him was powerful, and he was also aware that he might not be a match for him... However, for Fafnir to use his own Dragon Breath to attack him was undoubtedly the greatest and most intolerable provocation!
Anger, rage, mania
Like a raging fire.
"Fafnir's magic is rising..."
"It has exceeded the threshold!"
"Will He unleash His full power in this mysteriously weakened age!?"
"..."
Can that guy win?
Chaldeas, Da Vinci, and Romani's expressions suddenly became extremely solemn.
If the 'Holy Child' were the true form manifesting, they would certainly have no doubts about it. However, the Servant are always just a side of the Heroic Spirit's true form.
The power that Fafnir is displaying now is that of his prime.
The ultimate Dragon Kind, whose immense power covers an entire nation!
The ultimate dragon, the ultimate evil—
"Senior, please come behind me!"
"Fou!"
Mash raised her Noble Phantasm, the Shield, which served as Pseudo-Servant, and unleashed its light to block Fafnir's sudden display of dragon might.
This is an absolute defense; it will remain unscathed even if the Singularity Point is in turmoil.
The sky was shrouded in dark clouds.
The magical vortex condensed to almost a tangible form.
Thunder roared.
Lightning flashed and tore through the heavens and earth.
"It seems Fafnir is in trouble..."
The core hinterland of the Singularity Point.
At the top of the Paris castle, the black dragon Dragon Witch stood with her arms crossed, facing the fierce wind, her delicate eyebrows slightly lowered.
As she was on her way toward the place where she could sense the aura of the 'Master', the real Jeanne' Arc summoned by the world's Counter Force, she paused. Her golden hair fell in a crystal-clear cascade, and the pretty girl's face suddenly became serious.
The dragon is angry.
The evil dragon... was even more smug.
"Oh, sage!"
"I've found your weakness!"
The terrifying magical power almost solidified, but it was not offensive magical power.
The curse comes from the evil dragon...
He did indeed find Rovi's's weakness, and the flaws of this religious saint.
The moment Rovi made his move, he could sense a flaw in his ' Spirit Origin '.
"Your suffering is a curse upon you, a consequence of the Sins of the World!"
The evil dragon grinned, its golden eyes shimmering like molten lava.
... Summoned by Ritsuka with the ' Holy Shroud ' to be placed in the body of the Holy Child, he was indeed carrying the sins of the world.
According to the Bible, the Son died to bear the sins of all mankind.
Humans are certainly not guilty.
There is no god who can stand high above and judge the sins of mankind.
However, Servant is the embodiment of legend, Rovi naturally also uses this legend as a cloak to cover himself.
When 'sin' becomes a curse, it will be a deadly calamity!
This is exactly what Fafnir is doing right now—
The ultimate Dragon Kind, in essence, is a kind of 'curse'; the Dragon Slayer will ultimately be cursed by the evil dragon...
He is both the curse and the phenomenon.
Naturally, it also holds sway over curses and mysteries!
Fafnir was pleased.
Rovi was also very satisfied—wasn't it precisely for this reason that he went to great lengths to prevent Fafnir from escaping and deliberately revealed his own Spirit Origin flaws?
Of course, at least on the surface, Rovi still acted as if he didn't care at all.
He maintained his 'saintly' persona, remaining calm and composed. "You evil dragon!"
"All I heard was your wailing!"
"Roar!" Fafnir spread his wings and took flight; this time, he was confident of victory.
Trapped by misfortune and cursed by the world, Luo Rovi's every move could bring disaster!
The dragon rammed into the dragon again.
Rovi clenched his fist and thrust forward—
The fists will clash.
He stumbled... Just as he took a step forward, Rovi suddenly tripped over his right foot with his left.
Misfortune struck.
Fafnir grinned as he charged forward, his lips curving upwards until they grew wider and wider, before suddenly freezing in place.
Because of the tilting and falling, a terrifying pressure suddenly appeared on Luo Rovi.
Before he even landed, Fafnir felt the ground tremble.
The mountain shook.
The sky swayed.
It was as if even the world couldn't bear the sight of Rovi's falling to the ground...
Fafnir's face froze completely.
Run! Run for your life! You can't escape!
The evil dragon was directly thrown to the ground by Rovi, engulfed by the power, and flew out again.
The mountain, which was already showing signs of fracturing, collapsed completely at this moment.
The cracks stretched for miles.
A deafening roar echoed across the world... billowing dust rose upwards, covering the sky for tens of meters, and was clearly visible even from dozens of miles away.
"Romani... what is that?" Da Vinci froze, his hands holding the coffee cup.
Romani Archiman did not respond, but stared intently at the image appearing on Chaldeas... Cracks appeared in the 14th-century French Singularity.
From top to bottom, from left to right... a rift pierced through the Singularity Point, created simply because of a fall on flat ground!??