Nearly One-Shotted the Allies
Utaha looked down at the hand, then at his face.
Where to?
Babylonia, more than two thousand years BC.
Utaha put down her teacup and took his hand.
"That sounds interesting."
Higashino Makoto pulled her along and stepped into the crevice.
When Higashino Makoto emerged from the crevice, his feet touched the sand.
The wind blew from afar, carrying a scorching heat, mixed with the smell of blood and burnt food.
A colossal halo of light encircles the world in the sky; its essence is a collection of hundreds of millions of rays of light that have been converted into heat throughout human history.
The light halo can traverse planets and travel back in time for hundreds of millions of years; it is an extremely powerful force.
Yes, because its essence is the burning of energy generated throughout human history, and once the Human Order Incineration fails, it loses its basis for existence.
Unfortunately, he was quite craving that energy.
Utaha stood beside him, her black maid outfit fluttering gently in the wind.
She looked up at the sky surrounded by a halo of light.
"That is?"
"The Great Light Ring, you can think of it as something similar to the Hourai."
Higashino Makoto looked around.
In the distance, directly beneath the dark sun, a dark mass was moving.
The monsters were everywhere, densely packed, like locusts.
All sorts of magical beasts—with lion heads, scorpion tails, eagle wings, snake bodies, and all kinds.
They moved across the desert, surging towards the city.
There were so many that the entire horizon turned black.
Utaha stood beside him, watching the black tide.
"Are these all enemies?"
"Um."
What are you planning to do?
"The enemy must be destroyed, of course."
He raised his hand.
Red and black magic surged from his palms, condensing above his head and transforming into a giant sphere.
The sphere is expanding, from the size of a fist to the size of a human head, from the size of a human head to the size of a wheel, and from the size of a wheel to the size of a room.
Utaha took two steps back.
A red and black sphere, more than ten meters in diameter, floats above the sand dunes.
Dark red patterns flowed across the surface, and something inside the sphere was churning, roaring, and yearning for release.
Higashino Makoto pointed to the black tide.
"Great Catastrophe."
The sphere exploded, and a torrent of red and black water gushed out from it, like an angry dragon rushing towards the black tide.
Where the torrent passed, it carved a deep furrow into the sandy land, and the sand was melted by the high temperature, turning into glass that gleamed dazzlingly in the sunlight.
The torrent crashed into the horde of monsters.
The monsters were swallowed by the torrent, and before they could even scream, they were torn to pieces by the red and black energy. The pieces were torn into powder, and the powder was evaporated into Void.
The torrent carved a vast blank space across the horde of monsters, thousands of meters wide and tens of kilometers long.
Those monsters that weren't directly hit were thrown into the air by the shockwave, tumbling through the air before crashing to the ground and turning into a bloody mess.
Utaha stood on the sand dune, watching the red and black torrent that was still advancing forward.
"The range is much larger than before, and the power is also much greater."
"Yes, indeed."
Higashino Makoto's lips curled up slightly, and he felt very happy.
Not only has its range and power increased, but the mana consumption has also decreased significantly. Coupled with his current extremely fast recovery speed, he can almost use "Great Catastrophe" as a normal attack.
Unbeknownst to Higashino Makoto, on the city wall, a young girl was holding a shield, upon which a huge purple phantom of the city wall appeared, blocking a red and black shockwave.
The shockwave struck the purple city wall, emitting a piercing hiss. The illusory image of the city wall trembled violently, but did not shatter.
As the shockwave subsided, the girl lowered her shield and gasped for breath.
Her hair was pink and tied in a ponytail. She wore purple armor and held a shield that was larger than her body.
Mash Kyrielight.
Behind her stood an orange-haired girl in a white uniform.
Meanwhile, in Chaldea, various data were displayed on the terminal screen, jumping around rapidly.
The doctor stared intently at the screen, his eyes wide open.
"Mash Kyrielight, are you alright?"
"It's alright, but that attack just now..."
The doctor's voice trembled slightly, tinged with disbelief.
"The spirit origin reaction is still being analyzed, but preliminary assessment indicates it is at least at the level of a chief god."
Mash Kyrielight's pupils contracted slightly.
"The Supreme God?"
"Yes. And it's not an ordinary main god; the scale of its spirit origin far exceeds that of ordinary beings, even surpassing any Servant we've encountered before. Fortunately, the attack wasn't targeting you, otherwise..."
Fujimaru Ritsuka looked up at the red and black torrent that was still spreading in the distance.
A deep furrow was plowed into the sand, with the glassy sand on both sides gleaming dazzlingly in the sunlight.
The corpses of the monsters were scattered on both sides of the ravine, most of them already charred.
More monsters retreated, like the receding tide.
"Is he an enemy?"
"It shouldn't be. The attack just now was undoubtedly aimed at a magical beast; it was probably a summoned Servant."
They knew very well that if the attack had been aimed at them instead of the monster, she would have been vaporized into Void by now.
In the Chaldea control room, a group of staff members in white uniforms were busy in front of a huge circular screen.
The screen displays various data: spirit origin reaction, magic fluctuations, and spatial stability.
A woman in a red uniform stood in front of the screen, arms crossed.
Leonardo da Vinci.
"Have you figured it out yet?"
"They're out."
A young man wearing glasses sat at the control panel, his fingers flying across the keyboard.
Rome Archiman, that is, the doctor.
"There are two spirit origin reactions. One of them is at the level of an ordinary god. The other is immeasurable."
Leonardo da Vinci frowned.
What does "immeasurable" mean?
"It means exactly what it says. His spiritual origin exceeds the measurement limit of our instruments. We can only speculate that he is at least at the level of a main god. But we have no idea which main god he is or what level he is."
Rome turned his head and looked at her.
"Furthermore, the opponent's spirit origin reaction doesn't feel like that of a Servant; it feels more like the descent of a god."
"The true form of a deity has descended?"
"I don't know, I can only hope they're not enemies."
On the screen, two blurry figures are walking down the sand dunes and heading towards the city.
Leonardo da Vinci stared at the figure, remaining silent for a moment.
"Continue the analysis, and at the same time notify Ritsuka not to make any rash contact; first, determine whether she is friend or foe."
"Yes."
The fingers continued to tap on the keyboard at the control panel, and the data on the screen jumped faster and faster.