Taunting / Betrayal

"So you're Mephistopheles, the Magecraft who calls himself Veritas000?" The man who called himself King Solomon looked at the suddenly appearing Mephistopheles without any fear, but instead showed a hint of interest.

"But it doesn't matter. You're just a bunch of apes after all. It doesn't matter. I like your ugliness. If you have any questions, I will answer them. Because I am the ultimate goal you pursue. I am the king who commands Seventy-Two Demon Gods and destroys mankind."

His smile grew increasingly arrogant.

"My name Solomon, one of the seven Grand standing at the pinnacle of all Heroic Spirit! Do you truly believe that just because you say I'm an imposter, I am an imposter?!"

"Are you saying that those rings on your hand are Solomon's Ring?" Mephistopheles glanced at the ten rings on the other person's hand, which looked like ordinary gold rings.

However, Mephistopheles knew that nine of the rings were real, but the main ring was fake.

The true main ring was now in Romani's hands.

However, Mephistopheles couldn't be bothered to consider these things. Whether the rings were real or fake made no difference to him.

Mephistopheles raised his hand, and on his hand was a ring, a peculiar ring with a completely different design from the rings on the hands of the man who called himself King Solomon.

Looking at the ring, the man laughed, "What are you trying to say?"

"I must say, unfortunately, the one I have is also called the Solomon's Ring."

Upon hearing this, the man burst into loud laughter, a very forceful and arrogant laugh.

He laughed for a while before saying, "You monkey are really funny. You're trying to say that the strange ring on your hand is Ring of King Solomon? You think that any ordinary gold ring can be Ring of King Solomon?"

"That's strange. This ring of mine is indeed Ring of King Solomon, because it has been authenticated by Michael. But has the ring on your hand been authenticated by Michael?"

As Mephistopheles said these words, he even winked, a mocking expression on his face.

"Could it be that your ring wasn't actually authenticated by Michael? That won't do. Even the Right Hand of God wasn't interested in your ring. How dare you claim that your ring is Ring of King Solomon?"

Mephistopheles even slapped his thigh again as he said this, "Oh dear, look at your ring, and then look at mine. Even if you're going to imitate or forge something, you should at least make it as similar as possible! This is just an ordinary circle. Do you think you're making the Ring of the One?"

At this moment, Mephistopheles unleashed his full sarcasm, drawing the attention of everyone around Mephistopheles.

"Does he usually talk about people like this?" Mordred asked in a low voice.

Ritsuka Fujimaru and Mash Kyrielight stared at Mephistopheles in shock, and shook their heads immediately after hearing Mordred's words.

"No, Mephistopheles is usually very easy to talk to and quite friendly," Ritsuka Fujimaru quickly said.

Mash Kyrielight nodded in agreement. "That's right, Mephistopheles- senpai wouldn't usually say things like that. Even when he encounters an opponent, his goal is to defeat them as quickly as possible. You can interpret it as him being too lazy to waste words."

Black Jeanne Alter watched Mephistopheles frantically mocking the man who called himself King Solomon, and a smile involuntarily crept into her eyes.

She wasn't worried at all that Mephistopheles would lose, so watching Mephistopheles relentlessly mock her opponent brought her immense pleasure.

Anyone who dares to impersonate King Solomon is utterly blasphemous and should be treated this way!

At this moment, Mordred frowned as she looked at the man who called himself King Solomon, and said coldly, "Are you planning to destroy humanity the second time you've been summoned?"

"Don't lump me in with you incompetent bunch. Do you think I was summoned by someone? After my death, I awoke with my own power and ascended to become Heroic Spirit. I am both Heroic Spirit and a living being. This is who I am. Therefore, there is no Master in the world who stands above me."

"I am still me. I have started my own cause with my own will, which is to destroy all of you scum who perpetuate a history of ignorance, the only and greatest waste in the universe—you humans!"

"Pfft!" An uncontrollable laugh escaped the lips of the man who called himself King Solomon. He glared at Mephistopheles, staring intently at the man. He loathed humans, and this guy named Mephistopheles was the one he hated most!

This guy showed no fear whatsoever. Even when facing the legendary figure himself, a Grand being, he remained completely unmoved. On the contrary, the other party relentlessly mocked him!

"Why are you laughing?"

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself. It's just funny to see someone who can barely destroy a planet talking about things on a cosmic scale."

Mephistopheles's expression was incredibly irritating, but the man who called himself King Solomon refrained from making a move because of his words.

Seeing this, Mephistopheles continued speaking.

"You say that the only and greatest waste in this universe is humanity, then tell me how many civilizations there are in this universe, what stage each civilization has reached, what their history is, what wars they have fought, how they were born, and how they were destroyed."

"If you can't answer this, you're a complete liar... sorry, let me think how to describe someone like you. Oh, right, I should describe you like this: if you can't answer this, you're a complete liar, a idiot, someone who loves to make excuses for the rubbish they do, a worthless piece of trash with absolutely no responsibility!"

Ritsuka Fujimaru and Mash Kyrielight kept their mouths shut, silently watching Mephistopheles, who was now unleashing his full power. They looked at each other, both seeing confusion and shock in each other's eyes.

Meanwhile, on the other end of the communicator, Olga Marie's eyes widened. She seemed extremely excited, her little hands clenched into fists, almost ready to shout "Keep cursing!"

As for Romani, he was covering his face with one hand, his expression full of helplessness. He hesitated for a while before raising his head to look at Leonardo da Vinci beside him and whispering, "Wasn't that a bit too harsh?"

"Don't you think it deserved it?" Leonardo da Vinci seemed indifferent, even patting Romani on the shoulder. "Relax, I'm not insulting you."

Romani glanced at Leonardo da Vinci but said nothing more.

At this moment, looking at Mephistopheles had spoken these words, the man who called himself King Solomon was speechless. He could see all kinds of futures and see through many things with his own eyes. He even dared to claim that he had seen all the futures. But he simply could not answer the words or the request made by the guy in front of him.

He suddenly began to observe the other person with his eyes, wanting to dig out the other person's most painful things, all the other person's secrets, so that this guy named Mephistopheles would have no trump cards in front of him, like a naked beggar.

But as his eyes began to exert their "Omniscience" power, he suddenly realized that his eyes could not see through the future of the person in front of him at all!

It was as if something was constantly protecting the other, shrouding one's observation in a hazy mist.

He even sensed the power of the Lord, the Lord's power surrounding him and protecting him!

He investigated the source of this power and finally found his target.

It was Mephistopheles's finger, the ring he was wearing!

That thing that I'd never heard of or seen before, that I was absolutely certain was a fake, yet the other person claimed was King Solomon's Ring!

The protection that belongs to the Lord actually extends from this ring!

"How... how is this possible?! The ring on his hand is definitely not the king's ring, absolutely not! But why is there such a powerful force protecting him, one that even my Omniscience cannot see through?!"

At this moment, the man who called himself King Solomon was in turmoil. He could see all the futures on the timeline, as long as the other party did not leave the timeline and hide. But now he could not see through the man in front of him!

There's no need for the other party to return to Chaldea and hide; even in a place like this, he can't see through them!

Could it be that in the distant past, his king deliberately hid this ring to guard against beings like himself?

Thinking of this, the man's resentment deepened, and he was now burning with rage.

He stopped answering the other's question and coldly said, "Your struggles are futile, because I will use my methods, my will, and my power to destroy you! My Seventy-Two Demon Gods, who have traversed time and space, have already destroyed the era in which you lived!"

"So what if it's destroyed!" Mephistopheles remained unconcerned. "You've stretched the battlefield onto a single timeline, preventing the creation of parallel universes. Every alteration to the past will affect the future. So, all we need to do is eliminate you before you're destroyed."

The man who called himself King Solomon looked at Mephistopheles, who had spoken those words. He was no longer smiling, but simply staring coldly. Then, a grin spread across his face, as if he were about to mock Mephistopheles: "Do you think you can succeed?"

"The Seventy-Two Demon Gods have gained physical bodies and been reborn. Now they can drop anchor in every era. The demon Magic God are the wedge that stops this planet from turning. The band of light swirling in the sky is the form of my Noble Phantasm. This is my Third Noble Phantasm [The time of birth has come, and with it I will cultivate all things].

"Each beam of light is a heat ray comparable to the Holy Sword, equivalent to the accumulated light of the Holy Sword wielded by King Arthur, the Servant you were just playing with—overlapping billions of times. That is— Anti-Human Order Noble Phantasm. Do you think you still have a chance of winning?"

Mordred's expression changed drastically. "A heat ray billions of times stronger than my father's holy sword—is this what you used to burn down an era, you bastard!"

"I have no intention of answering your question. Alright, now it's your turn, Chaldea! This time, I'll give you some face and only use the power of four!"

The power of the light bands began to converge, and the power released by the four holy swords began to merge. The man who called himself King Solomon waved his hand, about to bombard the group with the four heat rays that were equivalent to the Excalibur.

But his response was nothing but a mocking laugh.

"You can't even break through my defenses? Don't be ridiculous." Mephistopheles, wearing a trench coat, walked ahead, letting the heat rays bombard his body, but was blocked by a force.

Upon seeing this, the man who called himself King Solomon suddenly widened his eyes.

As he anticipated, the attack of these four beams of light could easily eliminate these followers.

But then, they were intercepted.

"In terms of power, it's actually a bit weaker than Typhon's attack. How about I give you another chance and you come at me again? This time you can use more. Four isn't enough, bring more, like hundreds of millions, how about that?"

Mephistopheles spoke, laughing, his face full of mockery.

"Are you stupid? Do you think you're worthy of being hit by billions of rays of light?" the man who called himself King Solomon said, but he did not make a move or launch another attack.

Mephistopheles shook his head at this. "Alright, since you're not going to make a move, then it's my turn, right?"

His voice grew colder, the mocking expression on his face faded, and Mephistopheles suddenly activated the True Magic spells around him, instantly causing his physical strength to increase explosively!

Then, with a light tap of his foot, he flew out!

At the same time, he stretched out his right hand, and a flaming sword materialized in his hand. Grasping the sword, he fiercely swung it at the man in front of him!

"Boom!"

The speed was unexpected; even though he called himself Grand Servant, the man couldn't react immediately. By the time he realized what was happening, he could only rely on the Magecraft surrounding him to block the attack.

"Bang!"

The flaming sword collided with his protective shield, causing a deafening explosion. The raging flames instantly engulfed everything around them, even burning the surrounding mist into its most basic particles.

The man stared in shock at the breach in his protective gear. He quickly swayed and dodged to the side. The flaming sword filled him with a sense of fear, as he felt that the power emanating from it posed a great threat to him.

However, while he dodged quickly, the opponent's attack also came swiftly.

He had barely dodged when the flaming sword came again, aimed straight at his abdomen!

If he were hit, it would probably pierce through his current body!

He didn't know why he had this thought; it was just a simple intuition.

Chapter 177 Betrayal

The man who called himself King Solomon tried his best to set up several different Magecraft defenses in front of him, but these defenses were shattered the moment they were formed. The flaming sword seemed to have some kind of "inevitable destruction" property, and it was impossible to stop it!

However, taking advantage of the gap in the sword's breakthrough, the man finally seized an opportunity and twisted his body in an almost impossible manner, avoiding the blow aimed at his lower abdomen!

But then, a tremendous force struck him in the chest!

"Bang!"

That was Mephistopheles's fist. Mephistopheles's left hand had somehow shot out, striking the man with incredible precision, sending him flying backward and crashing heavily into the steam engine!

"Boom!"

The violent impact pierced through the entire steam engine, but the man who called himself King Solomon was still unable to stop. He continued flying through the steam engine, finally crashing heavily into the rock wall underground, shattering an area.

Seeing such an exaggerated and astonishing scene, everyone couldn't help but gape, especially Mordred. She could clearly feel how terrifying the power contained in those four beams of light was. The combined attack of her four fathers not only failed to break through the defenses, but was also repelled by Mephistopheles!

Look at this being who calls himself Grand Servant, possessing the power to destroy Human History, yet he's being completely overwhelmed by Mephistopheles!

Such immense power is simply incomprehensible!

Such terrifying power is probably even unparalleled in the age of Age of Gods!

"Alright, I'm taking the Holy Grail." Mephistopheles appeared in front of the steam engine as if by teleportation, took a cup from the wreckage, and casually tossed it to Mash Kyrielight, who was watching the show not far away.

The Holy Grail traced a graceful arc in the air, and just as it was about to fall into Mash Kyrielight's hands, the man who called himself King Solomon suddenly stomped his foot. He flew directly off the mountain wall like a cannonball, heading straight for the Holy Grail.

If the other side obtains the Holy Grail, then this Singularity will also be restored by them!

However, while he was fast, Mephistopheles was even faster!

"Tell me, if I kill you here, can you be resurrected?" Mephistopheles laughed, brandishing his flaming sword once more. In an instant, the flames extended dozens of meters, sweeping towards the approaching man!

If hit by this, the target can be cut in half at the waist!

Mephistopheles's swinging speed had long surpassed the speed of sound, and as the fastest end of the swing, the speed at this moment was even several times that of Mephistopheles's swinging speed!

At that moment, the man who called himself King Solomon looked at the flaming sword coming at him, tried to dodge, but could not!

The flames severed his protective spells, ripped through his clothes and skin, cut open his internal organs, and destroyed everything in his body!

The Holy Grail landed steadily in Mash Kyrielight's hands and quickly merged into her shield.

The world trembled at that moment, as if an earthquake had struck.

The summoned Servants began to dissipate one by one at this moment. The man, who was slowly losing consciousness, knew that he had failed this time. Even though he had come here in person, he had still failed and had been stopped by Chaldea!

With his last breath, he looked at the man, while Mephistopheles smiled at him, his mouth opening and closing without uttering a sound, but enough for Morpheus to understand what the other was saying.

"We'll meet soon, so wash your neck and wait."

"I now feel that I don't need to look up those materials at all." Andersen walked up, his body gradually dissipating. The little boy, on the other hand, seemed quite relaxed. "Where did you come from? Are you sure you didn't Human Order for help yourself?"

At this point, Andersen looked Mephistopheles up and down, then shook his head. "That's not right. There's no one like you in history, and Magecraft theory can't reach your current level. Even if you wanted to find someone, you couldn't..."

Mephistopheles hesitated for a moment. "After the Third Magic is realized, shouldn't there be beings that can rival Grand Servant? There shouldn't even be a problem with beings that can overwhelm Grand Servant in terms of power appearing."

"It's not that simple. Even among so many worlds, which one has successfully achieved this feat? There are limitations, after all. If it were really that simple, this crisis wouldn't have occurred. We could just summon someone who can crush a Grand and kill this opponent, and that would be it."

Andersen shook his head as he spoke.

"But are you serious? Is it possible to create beings that can completely overwhelm Grand Servant after reaching the Third Magic?"

"It's true, do you want to try it?"

Andersen shook his head. "I'm not interested. Let future generations handle it."