When Illya woke up, her wine-red eyes first looked around blankly.
The familiar ceiling.
A familiar room.
A stranger.
Then her gaze fell on the large cross shield stuck in the floor beside the bed.
"Where's Berserker?"
That was the first thing she said.
His voice was soft and hoarse, like someone who hadn't spoken in a long time.
The room was silent for a few seconds.
Ritsuka Fujimaru squatted by the bed, looking into Illya's eyes.
"To save you, he merged his Spirit Origin into your body."
Illya's wine-red pupils froze for a moment.
He is inside you now. As a part of you.
Illya lowered her head.
Her long silver hair fell down on both sides of her face.
She placed her right hand on her chest.
After a while...
"... Um."
"I can feel it."
She pressed her hand to her chest, her fingers tightening slightly.
He's in here.
Illya's eyes were a little red.
She looked up and glanced around at the people in the room.
A girl with orange-red hair, a knight with light pink hair, an older sister with long silver hair, and Magecraft with blue hair.
Heracles asked us to help you.
Illya remained silent for a while.
Then she threw off the blanket and sat up in bed.
The movements were a bit slow; my body hadn't fully recovered yet.
"Then I'll go with you."
She said.
" Heracles gave me everything. I can't lie here."
Olga Marie glanced at her and nodded.
Illya joined the party.
Camera angle change.
Mount Enzou.
Great Hollow.
Shirou Emiya stood on a protruding rock at the edge of the pit, looking northwest.
A massive figure moving through the distant ruins was reflected in his amber eyes.
a lot of.
From the ruins in the northwest, a large number of magical beasts are advancing towards Mount Enzou.
The three-headed dog walked at the front, its three heads lowered, its noses close to the ground, sniffing.
A golden lion followed beside it, its mane gleaming metallic in the dark red light.
The Hydra's body squeezed through the collapsed buildings, its heads swaying in the air.
A huge eagle shadow circled in the sky.
Even more monsters followed behind.
At the very back of all the monsters, a figure with long purple hair was walking slowly.
The long-handled sickle dragged on the ground.
Medusa.
She's here.
And he brought all his savings.
Shirou Emiya Projection a black longbow.
The bowstring was drawn taut, and the arrow was aimed directly at the nearest small, low-level monster.
An arrow was shot.
Hit.
The small monster fell.
He immediately fired a second shot.
The third one.
The fourth branch.
One by one, the surrounding monsters fell.
But those large magical beasts didn't care about this level of attack.
Shirou Emiya changed his target, aiming a reinforced arrow straight at the Nemean Lion's head.
The arrow struck the golden fur.
But it bounced off.
Not even a white mark was left.
He fired another shot.
The arrow, enhanced to its maximum potential, struck the golden lion's shoulder at supersonic speed.
But it was still bounced off.
The golden lion didn't even glance in his direction.
Shirou Emiya sheathed his bow.
This level of monster is beyond the capabilities of his long-range sniping.
He jumped down from the edge of the pit and landed on a platform inside the pit. He then walked quickly to the front of the makeshift shed that Mayuri had built.
Mayuri was sitting inside the shed.
Black wings covered her body, and pale golden hair fell over her shoulders.
He was holding a half-eaten can of sweet corn in his hand.
"A large horde of magical beasts has arrived. Medusa is here too. They're probably after the Holy Grail."
Shirou Emiya gave a brief report on the situation.
Mayuri chewed on a piece of corn.
"Um."
"Should we go out and intercept them?"
"Need not."
Mayuri put the can down.
Her rose-red eyes gleamed lazily in the dark red light of the day.
"If she wants to die, don't stop her."
Shirou Emiya glanced at her for a second.
"Understood."
He turned and left.
Mayuri sat in the shed, popping the last few kernels of sweet corn into her mouth.
Then he threw the empty cans into the pile of cans that had already formed a small mountain next to him.
Then she lay down.
Leviathan.
The rock strata at the bottom of the pit began to tremble.
Crimson scales emerged from the cracks in the rock strata.
The enormous body was squeezed out of the ground and unfolded segment by segment.
Neck, forelimbs, torso, hind limbs, two tails.
Leviathan appeared in its normal size.
It is over 240 meters long from start to finish.
Its entire body was covered in crimson scales, and its back and sides of its neck were covered in bluish-green thorny bristles.
Its enormous, crocodile-like jaws slowly opened and closed, spewing out a chaotic cloud of seven colors from between its fangs.
Golden vertical pupils gazed up at the dark red sky from below.
The pit is almost too big to hold it anymore.
Leviathan's body spilled out from the edge of the crater, its torso straddling both sides of the crater's edge.
Its tails dragged into the ruins outside the pit, and with a casual flick of its two giant tails, it swept the remains of three nearby, already burned-out buildings into dust.
Mayuri lay in the shed.
The shed was next to Leviathan's forelimbs.
The proportions are like an ant lying next to a whale's fingernail.
"Alright, go ahead once you're ready. Don't wait for my instructions, handle it yourself."
Mayuri turned over, facing away from the outside.
Eat them all. Don't let a single one escape.
Leviathan's golden vertical pupils flashed.
The behemoth's body began to move.
The 240-meter-long body crawled out of the crater.
The ground dented under its weight.
Four thick, short limbs trod on the ruins, each step leaving a footprint more than ten meters in diameter on the ground.
The gravel and soil at the bottom of the footprints were pressed into a glassy, hard surface.
Leviathan moved northwest.
It's not fast.
But each step involves moving thirty or forty meters.
Ruins crumbled beneath it, and collapsed buildings were flattened by its massive body.
Mount Enzou.
Medusa stood at the rear of the monster horde.
The golden snake eyes gazed at the large crater exposed in the Mount Enzou ahead.
The corners of her mouth were curved.
She assumed that the Servant guarding that place were at most on par with King Arthur.
They are strong, but not to the point that they can't handle it.
She now possesses the Holy Grail given to her by Lev, her Spirit Origin origin has increased dozens of times, and she is surrounded by a legion of demonic beasts from the entire Gorgon bloodline.
A sure win.
The Nemean Lion was the first to charge.
The golden body leaped onto the edge of the pit with astonishing speed.
With its four claws planted firmly on the rocks, its golden mane bristled, and it let out a roar.
Then it saw what was in the pit.
wrong.
It's not in a pit.
It's something crawling out of the pit.
The golden lion's pupils contracted to their limit the instant it saw Leviathan.
A head.
Its head alone is as big as its entire body.
A massive, metallic jaw rose from below the edge of the pit, its mouth filled with fangs, each one as long as a golden lion's forepaw.
A thick neck covered in crimson scales emerged from the pit and continued to stretch out.
The golden lion took a step back.
Leviathan's head rose to a height of about fifty meters above the golden lion before stopping.
The golden vertical pupils looked down at the golden kitten at its feet.
Medusa saw Leviathan.
Her smile vanished.
For the first time, genuine terror appeared in the golden snake's eyes.
That's not Warcraft.
That's a monster.
The Nemean Lion will not back down.
It is a mythical beast from the Age of Gods, possessing golden fur that negates all weapons of human civilization.
Heracles killed it with his bare hands.
Even the most powerful weapon cannot harm it.
The golden lion let out a deafening roar, gathered its strength in its hind legs, and leaped towards Leviathan's jaw.
Its golden body traced a golden arc in the air.
Leviathan simply opened its mouth.
Its crocodile-like, extremely long jaws opened to an angle of nearly ninety degrees.
The inside of its mouth was a dark hole.
A dark red glow could be seen deep within the throat between the fangs.
The golden lion flew into that mouth.
Leviathan's jaws closed as fast as an iron door being pulled back by a spring.
Click.
The Nemean Lion was swallowed whole.
I'm too lazy to even chew.
Leviathan's throat bulged.
The golden figure disappeared from the outside.
moment.
A golden light shone from the surface of Leviathan's body.
It spreads from the head to the neck, from the neck to the torso, and from the torso to the limbs and tail.
A very thin layer of golden light film appeared on the surface of the crimson scales.
The greatest sin: Envy.
An opponent consumed by Leviathan will have their strongest abilities usurped by Leviathan.
The Nemean Golden Lion's greatest power is the ability to negate all weapons created by human civilization.
This ability now belongs to Leviathan.
Leviathan's defensive capabilities have risen to an even higher level from their already extremely high level.
Attack methods derived from Human History are completely ineffective against it.
Medusa's face turned pale.
She had just clearly witnessed the entire process of the golden lion being swallowed.
From takeoff to disappearance, it took less than two seconds.
Moreover, Leviathan was unharmed.
When the golden lion's claws grazed the Leviathan's upper jaw scales, not even a white mark was left.
Medusa took a step back.
But she has not yet ordered a retreat.
She was accompanied by Cerberus, the Caucasian Eagle, the Nine-Headed Serpent Hydra, and other magical beasts.
There is still hope of winning.
Maybe.