Chapter 393: [393] I, the Demon God King, Goetia! [2]
Back in the real Chaldea.
Romani Archaman, who had nearly suffered a mental breakdown upon learning that Merlin was actually "Merlin-chan," stared blankly at the screen.
"So... he knew all along."
Romani’s emotions were indescribably complex.
Nameless had known he was King Solomon. He had known the identity of the mastermind behind everything—yet he had treated Romani as an equal all the same.
Never once had he looked at him with suspicion or hostility. That alone was priceless.
After all.
His identity was far too unique.
No matter which Servant met him, their first impression was always—
[I don’t know why, but it’s definitely this guy’s fault!]
A natural scapegoat, a walking friend-repellent.
Only the twisted Berserkers, who didn’t even recognize evil as evil, refrained from blaming him.
But Nameless, who walked through human history, had never once complained. Never once accused him.
Instead, he had become Romani’s first true friend.
Not a colleague like the Director or Professor Lev—but a genuine friend!
"Truly, that bastard is worthy of being this king’s greatest comrade!" Gilgamesh wasn’t the least bit surprised.
That man had always defied expectations.
Though he lacked Clairvoyance, it was as if he could see through past and future alike.
Arriving to aid you when you are most in need.
The charm of a Grand beauty?
Hah, it was purely through desperate battles and protection that they earned the unwavering devotion of heroic spirits!
Be it the King of Heroes, Qin Shi Huang, or even King Solomon...
Each of these emperors, standing at the pinnacle of heroic spirits, had once received their assistance.
What was most remarkable was that in the presence of these proud monarchs, they still treated them as equals.
Friends.
A bond so ordinary for common folk was nothing short of a miracle for them to possess!
Qin Shi Huang nodded in agreement. "As expected of him. Everything unfolds within his plans."
The scene before him reminded him of the time they confronted the corrupted gods of the celestial court.
Unbeknownst to him, they had already meticulously orchestrated everything.
Qin Shi Huang’s gaze shifted to the doctor beside him.
He couldn’t help but pity them.
Possessing peerless, towering power, yet utterly devoid of self—nothing more than a puppet on strings.
Even more pitiable than his Lostbelt counterpart.
Even in the Lostbelt, Qin Shi Huang retained absolute autonomy, striving to forge a perfect Qin dynasty.
But they had nothing!
No dreams, no goals, no emotions... utterly devoid of everything.
Truly... pitiful!
And now—
The ultimate truth, the most brutal battle, was about to unfold.
The video continued.
Nameless roared in fury, "Thief who stole the crystallization of human history! Impostor who stole King Solomon’s identity! Show your true form at once!"
"Hahaha, no matter what you say, I am Solomon now!"
The other showed no intention of admitting anything. "Enough pleasantries. Let the slaughter begin!"
"Once I erase you, the key to summoning heroic spirits, all of them will vanish!"
From start to finish, there was only one enemy they needed to focus on.
Thanks to the earlier efforts of the Grand Bomber Lev, out of the forty-eight Masters, only one remained—nearly wiping out Chaldea entirely.
The other forty-seven had fallen into cryogenic sleep, unable to assist in preserving humanity.
If Nameless were eliminated, no heroic spirit would remain to oppose them!
"Heh, if you had just behaved, you might have enjoyed your final year in peace."
King Solomon’s words carried a veiled implication.
Then—
They sneered mercilessly. "You are humanity’s worst Master, utterly incapable of protecting them! Burn away like weeds and watch as humanity meets its end!"
Even after Nameless fought through the seven Singularities, they still held not an ounce of respect for him.
In their eyes—
Ants would always be ants. Resistance only made them slightly stronger ants.
"No! Senpai’s battles were never meaningless!"
The usually gentle Mash now burned with fury. "No matter how many battles and hardships we faced, Senpai never gave up on protecting humanity!"
"Senpai is the greatest Master! We can prove it!"
They were her pillar of strength.
The unwavering support that carried her forward.
A selfless guide who sacrificed silently, dedicating themselves to leading the way.
The most qualified Master would never allow such humiliation from the enemy!
"Hmph, then let me witness it from the best seat—witness your futility, witness your despair!"
King Solomon pointed at his opponent. "Submit, you insignificant insects!"
BOOM!
Countless streaks of violet light surged forth in an instant, transforming into dazzling crimson-purple beams.
Each beam possessed power comparable to a Noble Phantasm’s release, mercilessly barreling toward Nameless and his companion.
Under this terrifying onslaught, everything around them trembled violently.
Mash’s shield radiated with light as she stood firm. "I won’t let you lay a finger on my Senpai!"
Like an unyielding rock against a raging flood of magecraft, she resisted the assault with unwavering determination.
"Don’t worry, I won’t be taken down by something like this!"
Nameless’s figure flickered—
Swinging his projected [Nameless Sword], he unleashed a blinding radiance aimed straight at his foe.
Yet, amidst this concentrated torrent of attacks, King Solomon only laughed.
"Hahaha! Useless, useless, useless! None of your attacks will work!"
This was his Reality Marble.
Here, he was the supreme deity who ruled over all.
There was no need to fear any attack!
"Then, take this!"
Nameless’s eyes abruptly shifted into black and white.
The world before him turned monochrome—countless gray-white lines and tiny dots manifesting across his enemy’s body.
The lines and points converged, forming a single killing line that connected to the core of his opponent.
This was—
[Mystic Eyes of Death Perception!]
The power to perceive the death of all things and sever existence itself!
Nameless gazed coldly at his foe.
"This is the culmination of countless battles, a mountain of swords built upon endless strife!"
"Here lies the convergence of all paths."
"Here manifests the destiny of all things."
"Gathered here are all misfortunes—"
His ethereal voice echoed throughout the bounded field.
Mana burned wildly from his body, all converging into his Noble Phantasm.
Draw the sword!
Slash!
In this moment, he unleashed everything—his relentless pursuit of the pinnacle of swordplay, honed through countless battles.
A single strike, sealing all escape routes.
The entire space trembled violently.
Boom!
The blade ruthlessly pierced through the enemy’s body, cleaving deep into their chest.
A gaping hole the size of a bowl appeared where their heart should have been, revealing the other side in clear view.
This sight—
Sent the entire audience into a frenzy—
[Damn, they took down the mastermind just like that? Feels like a dream!]
[Could it be that the hundreds of Heroic Spirits held back the 72 Demon Gods, leaving Him with no strength to resist Nameless?]
[Nameless is OP! Finish him off—don’t let him recover!]
[Heh, villains die from talking too much. This guy really never shuts up. Time to pop the champagne early!]
[Serves him right! Back in the third Singularity, he could’ve killed Nameless but turned into the Piss King and let him go. Who else would die but you?]
[Careful! For beings like this, unless you destroy their core, they won’t stay dead!]
...
The next second.
Just as countless spectators were about to uncork the champagne in wild celebration—
A sudden mutation erupted.
Even with his chest pierced and heart shattered, Solomon sneered, "Did you think you’d won?"
"Hah, how unfortunate. The real show is only just beginning, Nameless!"
Boom—
An overwhelming surge of energy erupted from his body, violently expanding outward.
Under this terrifying mana assault, Nameless and Mashu were forced into a frantic retreat.
Yet, like leaves caught in a storm, they were still sent flying dozens of meters away!
Solomon praised, "Your attack was quite impressive—it even reached the core of this vessel!"
As his voice rang out—
His robes suddenly tore apart.
The once-human body began to swell monstrously.
"I am no incompetent king! No matter how foolish humans may be, I shall properly acknowledge their valor."
His mana surged wildly.
His very Saint Graph underwent a fundamental transformation.
At this moment—
He cast aside all pretense, revealing his true form.
"To reward your desperate struggle, I shall grant you the honor of witnessing my true self!"
In the blink of an eye—
His originally human-sized frame, barely over a meter tall, had swelled into a grotesque, towering figure.
His silver hair turned a radiant gold, wildly flaring behind him.
His body grew immensely muscular, covered in violet-red patterns.
Where Nameless’s blade had pierced his chest, a massive, grotesque violet-red eye now pulsed.
Each of his ten fingers bore a gleaming golden ring.
Merely gazing upon him was like staring into the abyss of evil—the very source of all malice.
Like beholding the Demon Gods themselves, an endless tide of destruction and despair!
Mashu gasped, "The ring on his left middle finger—it’s completely different from the other nine!"
That was the source of the dissonance!
Among the ten rings adorning his fingers, the one on his left middle finger was undoubtedly a fake!
Seeing these rings instantly reminded her of another similar ring she had accidentally seen before.
Could it really be the same ring?
The surrounding space was violently shaking.
The figure loudly declared, "O light, shine upon the throne, for the great undertaking begins!"
Countless terrifying Demon God Pillars were manifesting wildly all around.
Numerous grotesque tentacles had already enveloped the entire throne.
"Hahaha, manifest! Rejoice! I am the foremost of the Seven Evils of Humanity!"
The terrifying entity, now completely transformed in appearance, wantonly displayed its overwhelming power.
The majestic aura of a Human Evil was fully unleashed.
"I am the avatar of the King of Mages, the original familiar created by the King of Mages to establish the foundation for you magi!"
"The primal curse abandoned due to Solomon’s death, the summoning formula obtained from King Solomon’s remains!"
"I shall discard the name of the King of Mages now, for there is no longer any need for pretense!"
Under everyone’s gaze.
At this moment, the figure revealed its true origins, laying bare all truths without reservation.
Because there was no longer any need for concealment.
All of humanity’s hopes would be erased in this final battle!
"I am the one who shall turn you all into nourishment, embark on a journey to the ultimate point, and create a new star."
"The existence that commands seventy-two curses and burns away all of history."
The terrifying Human Evil before them spoke with utter contempt and arrogance:
"Behold, the Demon God King of the Human Order Incineration—Goetia!"