King Solomon

"You must be M, my Master said your real Makiri Zolgen Makiri, an Eastern European." Black Jeanne took a step forward and looked at the other person.

This caused the man to show a slight look of surprise, but he quickly suppressed it.

"I never expected anyone would recognize me. I am Machiri Zolgen Makiri, a Magecraft who plans to completely destroy this era and the Fourth Singularity by corrupting the entire territory of Britain with Demon Fog."

"The entire territory of Britain? Are you crazy?" Olga Marie asked.

Upon hearing this, Makiri, or Zouken Matou, simply said coldly, "Destroying London is far from enough; only by completely destroying this era can we eliminate the foundation of Human Order. This is our king's wish, and the only action we can take after our final realization."

"You're talking about King Solomon, aren't you?" Black Jeanne continued to act as Mephistopheles's mouthpiece, speaking to Makiri.

Makiri looked surprised again. He had found himself in far too many unexpected ways today. First, his identity had been exposed, and then the identity of the person behind him had been exposed as well.

Even though the other party had powerful abilities controlling him and preventing him from revealing their identity, he was still discovered!

This statement caused the others to gasp in surprise.

"What?! King Solomon?!"

"Could it be King Solomon who seeks to destroy humanity?!"

Olga Marie's eyes widened in disbelief. "How is this possible?!"

Leonardo da Vinci glanced at Romani, Romani rolled his eyes and said nothing.

"Actually, that guy was an imposter; you've been fooled," Black Jeanne continued.

Makiri shook his head. "I'm sure it's true!"

"Alright, my Master says there's no need to waste time. I'll just kill you, retrieve the Holy Grail, and restore the original timeline."

Black Jeanne spoke, she drew her weapon, to which Makiri merely revealed a sinister expression.

"Come, behold! The steam engine has Rampage, enough to truly activate the city's Demon Fog. Powerful Heroic Spirit will surely manifest here! Come, one of the pioneers worthy of the final chapter of human mythology, or perhaps one of the stars..."

Still a human, Makiri raised his hand, about to summon that absolutely powerful Servant!

Chapter 175 King Solomon

Mash Kyrielight shouted, "Why did you do this, Makiri Zolgen Makiri? Why do you want to destroy your own era?!"

Makiri said coldly, "Of course I tried to resist, but it was all in vain. Even if I wanted to save all living beings, the world that humanity should have lived in has already been burned down. Whether in the past, present, or future, our king has long decided that no existence will be tolerated. Everything must be destroyed before it's over."

At this moment, he seemed to have lost himself, or rather, he was a hysterical madman.

"The decree has been issued. The king is tired of this ugliness, tired of all existence. Now... no, there's no need to continue. We will use the power of our king to annihilate you."

"You will not live to see the last Heroic Spirit die; descend from the void of destruction, we, the demon Magic God— "

A powerful surge of magical energy erupted from Makiri's body, then overflowed wildly, transforming him into a strange monster. Upon seeing the monster's familiar appearance, Ritsuka Fujimaru and Mash Kyrielight both cried out in alarm.

"Demon Pillar!"

They remembered that Lev had turned into such a monster, and now, judging from the current situation, Makiri had also turned into such a monster!

"One of the Seventy-Two Demon Gods, the Magic God Barbatos, this is the form of five evils! My king has seen through my evil, seen through the ugly evil within my heart as I try to save humanity. With my ultimate ugliness, vanish, you who, like me, once wore the guise of goodness!"

"When you uttered these words of your king, did you consult Jesus? Or rather, did you consult the Lord?" Black Jeanne took a step forward, powerful magic gathering in the flag in her hand. "This is what Mephistopheles told me to say, but I think what he said makes a lot of sense."

Black Jeanne raised the flag in her hand, and the magic on it swirled and transformed into a torrent, dispelling all the surrounding Demon Fog!

At that moment, a completely clean area appeared around us!

At the same time, a powerful force began to gather in Black Jeanne's hand, transforming into a shimmering cross!

"How did her power suddenly start increasing? This terrifying concentration of magic power?! How is this possible?!" Mordred looked at Black Jeanne in surprise. She found that this Servant, who was originally about the same strength as herself, had suddenly become very powerful, and the power in her body was increasing wildly, as if there was no limit.

Finally, this immense magical power converged and transformed into a beam of pitch-black light!

The beam of light struck the Demon Pillar, which had only appeared a short time ago, without any obstruction. The violent magic power pierced through the Demon Pillar's body, and the powerful force drilled into its body along the blasted area, then began to cause secondary damage to the areas that were not yet completely destroyed!

"This... how is this possible?!" Demon Pillar Makiri uttered in a low voice. He could feel his body rapidly decaying. It wouldn't be long before he returned to the king's side, but at this moment, he still couldn't understand why he had suddenly been defeated.

He was absolutely confident he could handle these guys in front of him. Even if he couldn't beat them, he wouldn't be defeated instantly. He even felt he could drag them down with him to their deaths.

But why was he defeated in just one encounter?

And what was that enormous magical power just now? Is that really magical power that a Servant could possess?!

Based on his understanding of Servants, even top-tier Servants would need to increase their output several times over after unleashing their Noble Phantasm to unleash such a terrifying attack!

This was even more painful than being defeated by a targeted attack that countered his own strength; he had been defeated purely by sheer brute force!

However, he was helpless, because his consciousness began to dissipate, his body began to perish, and he was finally about to leave this world.

He glanced one last time at the raging lightning that had begun to appear, and let out a soft chuckle.

"Even if I die, you are all doomed, because the Heroic Spirit that are about to arrive will completely wipe you out!"

Seeing several people rushing towards the steam engine, intending to destroy it, he burst into laughter, shouting as he disappeared.

"You are the blade imprisoned in the cage of madness, and I am the master who wields its chains. You are the seven days bound by the three great incantations! You come from the Counter Force Wheel, Guardian of the Scales!!"

The violent magic and terrifying reaction prompted Romani to issue a warning. "This is a reaction worthy of a great hero!"

"Hahaha, this is the Servant summoned at the cost of my life, hahaha, hahahaha! Angerboda amplified the Holy Grail's magic power, concentrating the power of the Demon Fog onto him... This has reached the realm of the Age of Gods, you can't defeat him!"

Amidst the raging lightning, a figure appeared!

"I have been summoned. Who has summoned me, the lightning bolt? Who has summoned me, the genius? Is it a cry, or a prayer? Is it good, or evil? So that's it... At this very moment, is it all that has summoned me? Summoned me, summoned the genius and the body of lightning, I, Nikola Tesla!"

"How amusing! Have the scholars gathered here to summon me? To summon the one who will bring new mythology to mankind! To summon me, who surpasses Indra and even Zeus cannot match! Hahahaha—hahahahahaha!! How amusing! How truly laughable, scholars! Though I am a genius, I am also a superman who deeply loves the eccentric!"

"Very well! As you wish! I, the genius and incarnation of lightning, shall descend upon this world! Hahaha! Hahahaha, hahahahahaha!!"

At this moment, the summoned Servant unleashed an extremely powerful force, suppressing several other Servants present, and then began to move towards the ground!

Within the Sea of Books, Mephistopheles displayed the scenes seen by Black Jeanne while commenting, "Why does Tesla hold such a high position?"

Andersen asked with some curiosity, "What's wrong?"

"One common way to identify a pseudo-scientist is if they think Tesla is the most brilliant person in the field of electricity. That person is usually a pseudo-scientist," Mephistopheles said, completely ignoring the people being overwhelmed.

Andersen said with some surprise, "That's actually your view?"

"Isn't that right? Tesla was indeed amazing, but let's forget about him reaching the so-called incarnation of lightning. If we really categorize him by physics, Faraday and Maxwell are both better than him, right? The former discovered electromagnetic induction, and the latter founded classical electrodynamics, also explained electromagnetic waves, and proposed the electromagnetic theory of light."

"There are others like Ampere and Gauss, but Tesla still needs to wait in line, and so on."

Seeing Mephistopheles rattle off a list of physicists and mathematicians, Andersen shut his mouth, realizing this wasn't an area he should be venturing into.

So he changed the subject.

"They're in danger right now, aren't you going to help them?"

"No need, it's not that dangerous. They were just caught off guard by the sudden attack," Mephistopheles said, pointing to the screen. "Look, they've already started their counterattack."

As Mephistopheles spoke, Andersen indeed saw the scene in the picture change.

The human girl named Ritsuka Fujimaru drew her weapon and charged at Tesla at incredible speed. Even though Tesla was now in a berserk state and would not show any mercy, the human girl showed no fear.

The longsword in her hand gleamed with a faint light, its chilling blade seeming capable of slicing through anything!

Yes, that sword sliced through everything, even the lightning surrounding Tesla was cut in that instant!

"What kind of Noble Phantasm is that?"

A powerful Mystic Code can also be called Noble Phantasm; it's not only those wielded by Heroic Spirit that are called Noble Phantasm.

"The Ame no Murakumo no Tsurugi from Japan mythology, the weapon called Heavenly Cloud Sword, is the sword that Susanoo dug out of the body of Yamata-no-Orochi after he killed it." Mephistopheles said, pointing to Ritsuka Fujimaru, who held it perfectly, allowing her to unleash her power in direct combat with Servants.

At this moment, the battle on the field changed again.

As Ritsuka Fujimaru severed the lightning surrounding Tesla, exposing his body, a roaring torrent of magic erupted from Mordred's sword and slammed into him!

Even though Tesla had the Holy Grail's magical power at this moment, he was still a Servant with his own limits, and under these circumstances, his body suffered damage!

This injury also slowed his movements, making him at least a bit slower than before.

At that moment, Black Jeanne charged forward, her magical power becoming increasingly concentrated, transforming into a gleaming sword!

Andersen quickly looked at Mephistopheles and found that the other man had drawn a sword at some point and was holding it in his hand!

"This is?!"

"Durandal, um... not the one you know, maybe closer to the one from mythology, but it's really convenient to transfer magic power through the connection with the Servant." Mephistopheles said, as Durandal's power began to flow into Black Jeanne Alter's body through the connection between him and her.

That is the power of the sacred artifact, the power of the divine child. Even though this power is only a part of the power carried by the Lance of Longinus, it still gives it the attribute of holiness!

Now, this power has also flowed into Black Jeanne's body. The girl, who should have been using terrifying black attacks, is now faintly surrounded by golden light!

The sword in her hand also shimmered with a golden, holy light!

Feeling the holy power emanating from the weapon in her hand, Black Jeanne suddenly understood.

"In the name of the Lord!" she cried, raising her lightsaber and swinging it fiercely!

"Boom!"

The light began to extend, sweeping forward!

Those rays of light sliced through everything, including the air and the space itself!

Just like the indestructible Durandal, the lightning that had just gathered was once again cut, severed, and dissipated!

The light continued forward, tearing through Tesla's body, slicing through his blood vessels and organs!

Nothing could stop Durandal's attack, not even Tesla, who possessed the power of the Age of Age of Gods!

The body was split in two, upper and lower halves, and the constantly dissipating spiritual particles signified that this arrogant embodiment of lightning had met its end!

Looking at Tesla, who had died so easily, Andersen opened his mouth and exclaimed, "This is the power of Durandal as described in the poems; nothing can withstand its blade!"

"That's right, exactly." Mephistopheles nodded, got up and walked outside.

"Where are you going?" Andersen asked quickly.

"I have a feeling that troublesome guy is about to arrive."

"A troublesome fellow?" Andersen hesitated for a moment, then suddenly remembered something. "You mean the mastermind?!"

"That's right, it's time for the mastermind to show their presence. After all, this is the fourth Singularity that's about to be destroyed."

"You mean that imposter King Solomon?" Andersen pondered for a moment, then stood up as well. "I'll go with you."

"Aren't you afraid of dying? You don't have any fighting ability anyway."

"Since you all have to complete your mission anyway, and I can return to the Throne of Heroes afterward, it wouldn't be a bad idea to get a closer look at that imposter pretending to be King Solomon." Andersen laughed. "We absolutely can't miss this opportunity."

"Alright, since you've said so, let's get there as soon as possible."

Along with Tesla's death, another servant stood in their way. When the black knight rode out of the darkness, everyone was stunned.

That was King Arthur, wielding a spear and showing no mercy to his enemies—a being who had lost all reason!

However, when faced with this obstacle, someone reacted even faster than Mordred should have reacted!

"Attack her! Don't hold back!"

As Mephistopheles's voice echoed in her mind, Black Jeanne swung her sword of light, the illusory Durandal, without hesitation once more.

The light extended and sliced through the black lance in King Arthur's hand. The light cut along the armor, cleaving through the opponent's body, and sending this newly emerged knight back to the Throne of Heroes.

Just as they were about to continue their attack and destroy the steam engine, a door appeared.

A figure slowly walked out from inside, his face filled with arrogance and disgust for humanity!

The man glanced at the group of people in the room and gave a cold smile.

"Chaldea has separated from the timeline, becoming an outpost that no one can find. Even my eyes, which can see through all the future and understand everything, can hardly observe Chaldea. That's why you can survive, living an ugly, pathetic, and meaningless existence, refusing to accept the history that is already destined for destruction, still drifting in a pitiful boat on the sea of nothingness."

"Whether it's Chaldea, or Ritsuka Fujimaru as an individual, they are all the same, even Mephistopheles is the same, they are all just pathetic existences."

"The only stain left in my career by the burnt-out Human History is that of those fools who dared to defy me!"

"Arrogant, disgusting fellow," he said to the crowd.

At that moment, another voice rang out. "The Fool? It all started with the Fool, so what are you? A charlatan pretending to be King Solomon."

Mephistopheles appeared beside the group, smiling!