The Pressure of the World / The Lightning of Creation
The walls of the royal palace had vanished, and in the distance appeared a scene where heaven and earth merged—a surging, furious wave. It turned out that beyond this point, there was no longer any world.
Or rather, from here onwards, there is no longer any so-called land.
This is the end of the planet!
It is a planetary form built upon the foundation of the Holy Lance!
At this moment, King Arthur was the King of Storms, a manifestation of his divine power. Under his full pressure, most people would probably be lying on the ground, too afraid to move.
But Mephistopheles showed no reaction. He simply asked calmly, "Are you so busy trying to end the world? What's your purpose?"
"It is to close off the world, to seal this world off. Only in this way can humanity be preserved. Because of the great achievements of one person, the history of this planet has come to an end, Human Order has been burned away, and Human History has returned to nothingness. However, this is contrary to the meaning of my existence."
"We are things created by humankind. Without humankind, God could not exist. That is why we must preserve you and protect you at any cost."
"--This is my will. If the King of Magecraft can act so arbitrarily, then I've decided that I will also act arbitrarily."
"Yes, to be honest, I've wanted to do this for a long time."
"I love you all, you are so important to me, so I can't bear to lose you."
"I have decided to collect, preserve, and compile the souls that are eternally bestowed upon mankind and suitable for posterity—those who do not do evil, who touch evil yet remain unaware of it, who never tire of doing good, and who have no conscious awareness of doing good.
"From now on, no matter how long it takes, they will remain in my gun forever as objects of unchanging value."
"What's wrong with that? My great deeds are all for you humans, my great deeds are all for humanity."
"Got it, you're a yandere, I understand, I understand you, but unfortunately, even though I understand you, I'm going to beat you up." The symbols of earth, wind, water, and fire appeared around Mephistopheles. Apart from the scepter, the other three symbols slowly floated, and power began to gather in the necklace on his chest.
The magic of the angels has been gathered!
"You say you want to act recklessly, great, I want to act recklessly too!"
As Mephistopheles spoke, the flaming sword reappeared in Mephistopheles hand, imbued with Michael's power to save the world. Mephistopheles looked up at his opponent and then raised the weapon.
"I've seen plenty of saviors, but compared to your plan, even the Fiamma of the Right, who got beaten up so badly, had a more reasonable plan!"
At this moment, he was surrounded by four archangels, appearing incredibly holy, like a god walking among mortals.
"So, let's fight! King Arthur! Let me defeat you, let me show you that since you have chosen to act recklessly, then there will be an even stronger reckless one to defeat you!"
"It's not just you, that imposter who calls himself the King of Magecraft is the same!"
Chapter 211 The Pressure of the World
King Arthur, known as the Lion King, is essentially a new being born from the fusion of the personality of King Arthur and the "personality" of the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad.
The divinity brought by the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad suppressed King Arthur's humanity. Fortunately, the Holy Lance did not have a true self, so even the Lion King of today is indeed King Arthur, only King Arthur whose personality and style of doing things have changed drastically.
At this moment, the Lion King and Mephistopheles began their battle.
With a sudden thrust, the King of Knights accelerated instantly, making the dozens of meters seem nonexistent. Amidst the exploding air, the tip of his spear pierced towards Mephistopheles!
At that moment, the tip of the gun was less than millimeters away from Mephistopheles's body!
The protective barrier constructed by True Magic incantations was pierced by the power of the Holy Lance. This power originated from the Holy Lance itself, which was originally a tool for fixing the surface of the world and, in the world of Type-Moon, also belonged to the top level.
Therefore, it penetrated Mephistopheles's True Magic defenses.
However, when it touched Mephistopheles's clothes, the attack stopped, as if it had encountered an impenetrable wall!
"Bang!"
Mephistopheles was thrown out by the immense force. Even though he couldn't break through the defenses, the impact was real. Mephistopheles's body flew through the air, and for a moment, he even exceeded the speed of sound!
Then, the power of the Divine Realm, which transcends all omnipotence, manifested here, transforming into the territory belonging to the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad, and into the Divine Realm of the Storm Lord!
The world is being rebuilt at this moment, and the rules that favor the Lion King are converging here. Everything in this place belongs to the Lion King!
Mephistopheles's body suddenly slowed down in mid-air, and a dazzling light appeared behind him. The light looked like pairs of wings, and they were wings made entirely of flames!
That was the power of Michael. Mephistopheles's flaming sword shone even brighter, and then, with his swing, the entire world trembled!
The earth roared, the sky cracked, and amidst the howling winds, the faint rumble of thunder could be heard!
The four archangels protected Mephistopheles's body, allowing him to land and slowly walk forward!
The Lion King's face showed surprise, but it was only a slight surprise. She then raised the Holy Lance, and a divine aura appeared above Rhongomyniad. At that moment, the Lion King leaped up into the clouds, and the golden lance appeared from the sky and fell down!
The target is blasphemers!
"I don't need to be chosen by some Holy Lance Rhongomyniad. I chose the Angelic Power with my own will!"
Mephistopheles moved his feet and instantly broke the sound barrier, leaping into the air. Facing the Lion King who crashed down along with the Holy Lance, he swung his flaming sword upwards.
Michael, being the right hand of God, wields divine authority, yet Mephistopheles, facing the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad, declares. "Heretical existence, demonic existence!"
"Bang!"
The holy power pierced through the massive shadow of the Holy Lance, Michael's demon-dispelling power penetrated its body, and then rose upwards, colliding with the Holy Lance itself in the Lion King's hand.
"Boom!"
The clash between the two weapons, even though Mephistopheles's weapon was merely a transformation of an ordinary consecrated scepter, still possessed a portion of Michael's power, yet it was still unable to break through the structure of the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad.
However, even the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad weapon, could not cause any damage to the Flaming Sword. As they were locked in a stalemate, a violent force erupted from the two of them, spreading outwards like a nuclear bomb exploding in the air, clearing everything within a radius of 100 kilometers!
"As expected of an entity that anchors itself to the planet's surface, in a sense, it's what fixes the narrow definition of the world, thereby constructing the rules of the world..." Mephistopheles sighed, his body surrounded by magic, which transformed into a new spell, establishing a new defense.
His figure moved again, and at this moment, the Sanctification Formula was activated. Mephistopheles's body began to approach the original holy son, and began to surpass the limits of humanity.
At that moment, he became a blur.
This time, the Lion King finally showed genuine shock. A human could display such immense power, and the figures that appeared behind him were all imbued with powerful divinity, each one like the most powerful god.
How exactly did this human being manage to command these gods?
How exactly did this human make a pact with these gods?
"Come on, Lion King, let's fight without holding back and engage in the fiercest battle!" Mephistopheles laughed, his speed continuing to increase!
"Here I state my True Magic name: Veritas000, meaning 'the seeker of truth'!"
As always, Mephistopheles announced his True Magic name, demonstrating his determination. Even those who didn't understand this etiquette could tell from Mephistopheles's actions that Mephistopheles was showing his resolve.
This is a battle of beliefs, a struggle over the very foundation of one's own existence, and there is no turning back!
In that instant, at the edge of the world, two figures transformed into something untrackable by ordinary eyes. In the empty space ahead, bursts of air would occasionally erupt, creating sudden gusts of wind, and the earth would also burst open, leaving behind craters.
Even with Bedivere's keen eyesight, he could only barely make out two blurry figures.
These two people are moving faster than their dynamic visual acuity limits!
But ironically, he could clearly hear just how intense the battle between the two was.
The continuous, resounding sound, as if a single strike had been delivered but the echoes lingered for several minutes, indicated that the two were exchanging blows at a rate of hundreds per second!
"Hmm? That's..." Bedivere suddenly noticed a Golden Book floating in mid-air where Mephistopheles had just been standing. The book was turning its pages, and there were even quills writing lightly on it, as if some transparent person was writing something.
He walked over out of curiosity and looked at the contents of the book, only to find that it described the events that were happening in this world.
What is being written now is actually the battle between Mephistopheles and the Lion King!
It's recording what's happening here!
Moreover, for some reason, Bedivere sensed a familiar power within these recorded texts.
That power was the power of the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad, and even the power of King Arthur himself!
Although it was just a record, at this moment, Bedivere had a feeling that these records in the book might transform into Magecraft, or even True Magic, and then reveal them as a completely new power!
He clearly witnessed Mephistopheles take out the book, then suddenly summon the lightning power of Zeus to directly clash with the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad!
In other words, was Zeus's thunderous power also recorded by Mephistopheles using a similar method?
How could this human be so terrifying? Mephistopheles's mastery of True Magic and Magecraft might even have surpassed Merlin's.
"This is too outrageous!" Romani muttered to himself as he conducted observations inside Chaldea.
Even though he possessed Solomon's wisdom and knew almost all Magecraft, he was still shocked by the battle between Mephistopheles and the Lion King.
This is a battle that truly transcends humanity and reaches the realm of the gods. Whether it's the Lion King or Mephistopheles, the power they display is enough to kill ordinary Servants or even Heroic Spirit single-handedly!
Even Grand Servant would be easily defeated when facing such an existence if they cannot rely on the conceptual power obtained from the Root to specialize in fighting.
Leonardo da Vinci stroked his chin, watching with great interest. "This is quite well done. Even in slow motion, it's still a bit blurry. Fortunately, Sheba's observation capabilities are strong enough, and the frame rate is high enough."
Since Mephistopheles started Independent Action, a separate surveillance line has been set up around Mephistopheles. So now, not only Mash Kyrielight and Ritsuka Fujimaru are under constant surveillance, but Mephistopheles himself is also being monitored.
Olga Marie watched this scene with great excitement.
"Is this the level that Mephistopheles's True Magic theories can reach?!"
"Yes, and it's quite obvious that it hasn't reached its strongest state yet." Romani nodded. "It's amazing how special mystical theories can coexist even when they present paradoxes."
Olga Marie gripped her skirt tightly, then said, "Full monitoring is a great opportunity. Gods walking in the mortal world are hard to come by, and the Lion King is our best subject of observation right now!"
"Hmm!" Romani nodded, while Leonardo da Vinci quickly increased the precision of his observation. They both knew very well that after this battle, the Lion King should disappear. Even if a Servant based on this could be summoned in the future, the Lion King at that time would not be a god walking in the world, but just an ordinary Servant whose status had been lowered.
At most, he'd be a Grand Servant, and perhaps even less so because he lacks Grand Spirit Origin Grand Servant.
Therefore, now is indeed the best time to observe!
At this moment, at the edge of the world, the battle between Mephistopheles and the Lion King has reached its climax.
The flaming sword in Mephistopheles's hand vanished, replaced by a symbol that constantly flew and spun around him.
The scepter he had been holding was now gone, flying alongside the Holy Grail, the astrolabe, and the dagger, like the four satellites surrounding Mephistopheles.
Mephistopheles clenched his fist and approached the Lion King at incredible speed. His fist slammed into the Lion King's chest armor, bypassing the Holy Lance.
"Bang!"
Amidst the explosions, came the second, third, and even fourth punches, one after another, like a powerful move in a fighting game. In an instant, hundreds of punches landed on just that small area of the chest!
The forces of earth, wind, water, and fire converged on his fist, transforming into a unique True Magic attack, as if he had returned to chaos. Coupled with the physical enhancement brought about by the transformation into a holy son, both his pure physical strength and True Magic attacks were incredibly terrifying.
The Lion King's armor showed obvious dents, and its once shiny outer shell had turned gray and even developed noticeable wrinkles.
Feeling the power surging within him, the Lion King forcibly suppressed the backlash from his internal energy. The power of the Holy Lance erupted directly, transforming into a golden halo that spread outwards.
It's like a defensive mechanism, pushing away anything that gets too close. If you're not strong enough, you'll be eliminated.
Having successfully created distance, the Lion King raised the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad high and began to chant its true name. "Holy Lance Rhongomyniad, in the name of the world's anchor, I declare myself the pillar that holds the world together!"
Unlike a typical declaration of one's true name, this involves more interpretation and is an act of unleashing the true power that the Holy Lance represents.
Accompanied by sacred chanting, her voice transformed into waves, seventy-two in total, representing the sacred chanting, bathing the entire world in a deep blue hue, like a Sea of Stars.
Stardust converged here, condensing into the Holy Lance's most powerful force. The concepts of penetration and fixation manifested within it. This power, originally intended to deal with planetary worlds, was now aimed solely at a human being.
Mephistopheles laughed, looking at the powerful attack, a strike capable of piercing through anything. He laughed heartily, and suddenly a book appeared in his empty hand.
It's just an ordinary Bible, the kind you can buy at a roadside bookstore.
Then he turned it over.
"Saint Christopher served the devil during his search for a worthy master, for which he deeply regretted his actions."
"Until he encountered the Son of God, whose weight was comparable to the weight of the world—a weight so immense that the saint nearly drowned—he found the true Lord, the Son of God, in the staff he held!
"The Son of God blessed with anointed oil!!!"
The real world, transformed into a concept, imposed its weight upon the Lion King.
The Holy Lance is said to fix the "world," or rather, the surface of a planet. However, the Holy Lance is not a unique entity. Fixing the surface of a planet requires a large number of Holy Lance; a single Holy Lance cannot contend with the world itself.
This is a conceptual failure!
The world that Mephistopheles is reciting at this moment represents is the world created by God, the universe itself, which is equivalent to the power of the material universe. If Mephistopheles's power is strong enough, then the Infinite mass equivalent to the material universe will press down on the Lion King!
Unfortunately, Mephistopheles was not strong enough. Even so, at this moment, the mass of a planet was applied to the Lion King. It was not just the skin, but the entire mass from the inside out, all of it was applied to the Lion King!
At this moment, the Lion King was unable to move! If Mephistopheles hadn't intentionally held back, she would have been crushed by the weight of the world!
Chapter 212 Creation Lightning
"This is..." He struggled to support his body, but he couldn't cope. Above and below, different worlds, the same weight, squeezed the Lion King in the middle.
Under Mephistopheles's control of the power, although she was squeezed, she did not die; however, she was unable to escape, and even unable to move.
"The weight of the world, you now represent the Holy Lance that holds the world's surface in place, and what I am now imposing on you is the very weight of this world itself that you are meant to hold in place." Mephistopheles smiled, walked forward, and stood before the Lion King, looking at the woman who was now glaring at him.
Then Mephistopheles asked, "We still have time, let's talk."