At the Pinnacle of the Sword, Proud Above the World-Where I, Su Emiya, Stand, There Is Heaven

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Countless tentacles burst from the earth. Around them stretched an ocean of stars, while a gigantic eyeball peered through a keyhole at that "human."

Noble Phantasm: [Imaginary Tree of Light-Shell Overflow]

A sliver of the doorway opened by the Humanoid Silver Key's connection to Yog-Sothoth.

Just as his reason was about to evaporate, a faint white halo rose from Shirou Emiya. The Light God's blessing activated.

Shirou Emiya's own cultivation was not enough. Power of that order bypassed the White Jade Shield. No—rather, Shirou Emiya lacked the Divine Power to bring out the shield's full effect.

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A black-and-gold spear appeared in his hand, and Zhongli's martial skill was temporarily loaded into his body.

In that mental chaos, where time barely existed, the surrounding darkness shattered the instant he thrust the spear.

Without another word, the God-Beating Whip in his hand warped the Void, smashing the tentacles of Ethereal energy and their master alike.

They were Spirit Origin Shadows of Heroic Spirits. Weaker than the originals, they were generally temporary existences without the ability to speak.

They were the power Ritsuka Fujimaru had summoned. Through her bonds with the Servants, she called down those recorded by Chaldea from the Throne of Heroes, free of any restrictions.

It was like having a USB drive connected to a computer: she could back up its data elsewhere and use it there.

"So the greatest threat here isn't that group of Servants. It's you, who can summon all kinds of Servants beyond the norm." Shirou Emiya drew a ragged breath. Luckily, he had undergone training to build resistance to the sight of Mythological Creatures.

He pressed his advantage with the God-Beating Whip, only for another black whip of a slightly different shape to block it. Taigong Wang's Phantom Spirit