Chapter 389: [389] Slaying Through the 72 Demon God Pillars, and the Revelation that Magical Merlin is Merlin [2]
In the hotel.
Mordred pointed at the screen where her summoned self appeared, grinning smugly. "See how awesome I am!"
During the fourth Singularity, she had also appeared to assist Nameless in battle.
But her performance back then had been lackluster.
Nothing compared to this time, where she faced a Demon God head-on with such flair.
"Hmph, all I saw was you trying to destroy the Round Table!" Gawain glared at her with clear disapproval.
This brat actually made destruction her life’s purpose.
Clearly, she still wanted to tear the Round Table apart all over again.
What to do with a disobedient brat?
Stab her once—she’ll learn in the next life!
"Tch. I’m the Knight of Treachery! If you all keep failing, don’t blame me for starting a rebellion!" Mordred scoffed.
Everyone blamed her for destroying the Round Table, for ruining Britain.
But none of them ever stopped to think—
Why, when she raised her banner of rebellion, did so many flock to her side? Why did the uprising spread across Britain in an instant, forming a massive army?
Were they all just bewitched by her?
Clearly, it was a response to the trends of the times—everyone had grown weary of the so-called perfect king.
Because, Father believed that knights should be like Nameless, daring to sacrifice without seeking reward!
Even knowing death was certain, they must fight at all costs.
Even knowing it would exhaust the people and drain resources, they must sacrifice a small portion of ordinary lives to protect the many.
Day after day, year after year.
The people of Britain simply couldn’t endure it anymore.
Did they really think everyone could be a saint like Father?
Artoria said calmly, "If you dare to rebel, don’t blame me for being merciless."
With her here, the other side had no hope of destroying Britain.
The divine presence wielding the Holy Lance and Excalibur could effortlessly crush and overpower them.
Your Father is still your Father after all!
"Hmph, we’ll see about that!" Mordred refused to back down.
Gawain, standing nearby, couldn’t help but flash an expectant look.
Fight, fight—
Ahem, for the sake of protecting Britain, this rebellious child must be taught a lesson.
It’s definitely not because I want to see a dramatic father-child showdown!
As the Sun Knight Gawain, would I really be that kind of person?
Amidst this tense atmosphere, the video continued.
Once again, the Nine Demon Gods descended, blocking Nameless’s path.
As Nameless drew closer to the throne, the Demon Gods grew increasingly frenzied, desperately trying to stop him.
But it was futile.
Heroic Spirits from the Fifth Singularity, The Great American Mythological War, made their appearance.
One by one, they forcefully held back the Demon Gods.
Scáthach frowned as she looked at the Hound. "Heh, you unfilial disciple. After this battle, I’ll deal with you properly!"
She hadn’t forgotten how he had turned against humanity in the previous Singularity.
He needed to be disciplined with her spear—thoroughly and unforgettably!
"Hey hey, you old hag with no one to care for, you’re still holding a grudge?" Cú Chulainn acted fearless.
Who’s afraid of who? It’s not like they’d see each other again after this.
Once the mastermind was dealt with, they’d all go their separate ways.
This was the perfect chance to mock her relentlessly, payback for all the brutal beatings he’d suffered in the past.
Totally worth it!
Scáthach’s smile grew chilling. "Old hag? Very well! Very well!"
Just as the two were about to come to blows, Nameless quickly stepped between them. "Ahem, the gentle and beautiful Queen of the Land of Shadows, and the mighty Hound of Light, please assist me in battle."
If he didn’t intervene, they’d abandon the Demon Gods and start fighting each other first!
Hound, oh Hound, why must you court death so eagerly?
"Hmph, I’m only here to fight. Saving or destroying humanity has nothing to do with me!" Cú Chulainn snorted.
Scáthach, however, turned to Nameless and asked, "So, do you also think I’m an old hag?"
"Eh? Isn’t the one standing before me a seventeen-year-old beauty? So radiant and gentle, truly worthy of admiration," Nameless replied with a smile.
This shameless flattery left Cú Chulainn utterly dumbfounded.
How could anyone lie through their teeth like that?
A seventeen-year-old beauty?
Pah! She’s an old hag who’s lived in the Land of Shadows for who knows how many centuries!
But Scáthach was thoroughly pleased, her expression softening. "As expected, you’re the only one who truly appreciates me."
Truly, a Master worthy of protecting humanity—and worthy of her protection!
Beyond the Celtic Heroic Spirits, two others made their appearance.
They hailed from India.
Karna gazed deeply at his rival. "You actually came."
"You came, so naturally, I would too," Arjuna replied calmly.
Karna sighed, "I thought it would take a thousand years, two thousand years, or even until the sun and moon erased my emotions..."
"Indeed, I never expected we’d meet again so soon," Arjuna replied.
Karna exhaled softly, "But no matter. It’s truly good to see you."
"Likewise. You are the most important person to me," Arjuna said, his gaze burning intensely at the other.
As the two supreme heroic spirits conversed...
Nameless cleared his throat awkwardly, "Ahem, would you two mind dealing with these demon gods first?"
If he didn’t interrupt, these two would start their swordplay in public again!
Is this how sworn rivals behave?
Might as well get married already!
Arjuna nodded, "Of course. Come, raise your spear, Karna!"
"Naturally. You draw your bow as well, Arjuna!"
Karna’s eyes blazed with passion, "Let us fight side by side against these demon gods!"
Their deeply affectionate dialogue left the audience astonished—
[These two are definitely involved! Not just my shipping goggles talking!]
[Stop rushing! Already drawing it! Just deciding who’s top and bottom first!]
[Holy crap, an actual artist in the chat! I have a friend who wants to see that doujin!]
[Forget these two, I’m more curious whether the Shadow Queen will catch up with Cu Chulainn after this stream!]
[Damn, now I’m hyped! RIP Cu Chulainn for one second - should’ve known better than to poke the bear!]
The scene shifted.
The sixth wave of demon gods descended, blocking Nameless’s path.
Meanwhile...
The heroes from the sixth singularity, "The Holy Round Table Domain," made their appearances one after another.
With a grand heart, the compassionate Tripitaka was the first to arrive.
She spoke eagerly, "Hey, hey! I heard that Master is in danger, so I hurried here on my Nimbus!"
"Now that I’m here, a mere one or two Demon Pillars... no, even a hundred would be nothing!"
Behind her, the proud Tohsaka also hurriedly made his way over.
"Thank you all for coming to help," Nameless quickly expressed his gratitude.
His gaze shifted to another figure who had silently appeared: "And thank you for your arrival, Sun King!"
"Hmph, I’m not here to help you! Listen well, I am merely the Supreme Pharaoh passing by!"
Ramses II held his head high with pride, "I have no reason to punish the Demon Gods, nor any obligation to assist you."
"I only came because I heard there was a rare temple here that Nitocris wanted to see."
The Sun King unabashedly expressed his arrogance.
Or rather,
Tsundere!
Nameless suppressed a smile and said, "Yes, yes, that’s right. There is indeed a magnificent temple here!"
Does Nitocris know how tsundere you are?
The problem is, you’re not a cute little tsundere girl; the contrast is just too strong!
"Hmph, how outrageous! There are so many bugs blocking my view of the temple; clear them out quickly!" Ramses II grew increasingly dissatisfied.
Behind him,
A group of heroes looked at each other with disdain.
They had come over eagerly, yet insisted on putting on a facade of being mere onlookers.
Who are you putting on a show for?
The Knights of the Round Table from the sixth singularity made their entrance.
"If the Sun King doesn’t want to take action, that’s fine; I, the Sun Knight, am here."
Gawain said calmly, "Let me atone for my previous sins by burning this evil to ashes like a storm!"
As a proud Sun Knight, he had committed numerous sins in the previous singularity by aiding the wicked.
His crimes were too many to count.
Thus, he had come primarily to seek redemption!
Lancelot sighed, "Nameless, Mash, I’m here to atone as well. No matter what happens, I won’t make mistakes again!"
He had followed the Lion King even though he knew it was wrong, which was indeed a sin.
"Thank you all for your help," Nameless quickly bowed in gratitude.
In the previous singularity, he and the Knights of the Round Table had been enemies.
Now, with each of them voluntarily coming to assist, he naturally had to express his thanks.
He gave Mash a knowing glance.
The little shield maiden, who had quietly followed him, suddenly stepped forward and sweetly said, "Thank you, Daddy~"
"...I’m sorry, but that title is really not good for my heart!"
Lancelot’s heart raced instantly.
Thud~
His great sword suddenly fell to the ground.
The mighty Knight of the Round Table could not even hold his sword steady at that moment!
Lancelot quickly clutched his chest.
As if without holding it, his heart would leap out of his chest!
In the next second,
This lake knight charged toward the Demon God with a roar, instantly unleashing several times, even ten times, his battle power.
For his daughter, let alone a mere Demon God, he could take down even the Demon King!
Ramses II remained standing with his hands behind his back, snorting coldly, "Hmph, a mere Demon God is no match for your Round Table. Besides, how could there be a hero fighting alongside me?"
He had no intention of taking action; he would just observe for now.
If it turned out they couldn’t win, then he would consider stepping in.
Behind the Knights of the Round Table,
An ordinary-looking young man with a simple bow and arrow appeared.
He spoke apologetically, "I’m sorry, Master, it seems I arrived late. Although I am a weak hero, I still wish to lend you a hand."
"Thank you, great hero; you are not weak at all," Nameless smiled.
This was none other than the great hero Arash.
In the previous singularity, he had shocked the world with a single arrow.
At that moment,
Ramses II, who had just claimed he didn’t want to fight, suddenly widened his eyes: "Guda, what are you doing? Hurry up and let me fight!"
"Uh..."
Nameless looked at him with a strange expression.
Who was it that just said they didn’t want to fight?
"This archer will fight too, right? Hmph, although I don’t know where you came from, I grant you the honor of fighting alongside the Sun King!"
Ramses II snorted, "Let me see up close that bow of yours that can tear the earth apart!"
"Alright then, let the unremarkable me fight alongside you!" Arash laughed heartily.
The once haughty Sun King now wore a smile on his face: "Master, leave everything to me; you keep moving forward!"
The sudden change of attitude left many people dumbfounded—
[What on earth just happened? Why did the Sun King turn into a combatant the moment he saw Arash?]
[Earlier, the Sun King said there were no heroes to fight alongside him, but now he acknowledged that Arash fits the bill?]
[Tsk, the Sun King is too tsundere; his image has completely collapsed!]
[It feels like the Sun King turned into a fan meeting the moment he saw Arash!]
...
Egypt.
In the great temple,
Nitocris watched the video, her face filled with childlike wonder as she exclaimed, "Incredible!"
It was so strange.
Her proud and domineering king actually showed such a smile.
"Hehe, I just find that hero pleasing to the eye," Ramses II snorted coldly.
As the supreme king among kings,
The earthly incarnation of the Sun God Ra, he naturally had to maintain sufficient dignity.
Nitocris grew even more curious: "Why does the king find that hero pleasing?"
That great hero seemed far from being as powerful as her king.
"Hmph, the only thing I despise is my own frail body."
Ramses II replied indifferently, "And that hero possesses an incredibly strong physique, along with a fearless soul, which I naturally admire."
"Uh, merely admiration?" Nitocris frowned slightly.
From his demeanor, it seemed more than just admiration!
At that moment,
The usually silent Grand Assassin, Hassan, quietly held a beautifully crafted statue in his hands.
It was a statue of the great hero Arash!
King Hassan softly said, "I accidentally found this statue in the temple; it must have been misplaced."
He casually tossed it up, as if intending to discard it.
As a result,
The moment the statue was tossed, Ramses II snatched it away!
"Everything in the great temple belongs to me; what are you doing?" The Sun King glared at him in anger.
"My king, this figurine is a unique piece from the globally limited edition of Arash?" Nitocris looked at him in surprise.
It was a commemorative figurine released by Persia to celebrate a festival.
Among them was a unique piece that had been obtained by a mysterious person.
Who would have thought it was their own king!
"That’s right!"
Ramses II replied with great pride.
Then,
He suddenly felt a bit awkward under their gazes.
Ramses II answered defiantly, "What are you looking at? Haven’t you ever seen a collection of hero figurines?"
In reality,
He had no powerful treasures aside from his admiration for Arash, yet he had achieved this with his mortal body.
The most important point was that the hero resembled his dear friend Moses.
That was why he went to such lengths to collect his figurines.
Of course, the noble and majestic king would never admit to being a fanboy!
...
The video continued.
The seventh batch of nine Demon Gods appeared, continuing to block Nameless’s path.
As before,
There was no need for Nameless to take action; the heroes from the seventh singularity, "Absolute Demon Beast War Line," had already made their appearances.
The feathered serpent god Quetzalcoatl looked around in confusion: "Huh, where’s that bastard Merlin?"
She had been severely tricked by him once before.
Now, he had not shown up, which was simply intolerable.
When they met, she would definitely give him a good beating!
He would have to endure a punishment more brutal than the "Cutting Off of Descendants" technique!
"Merlin isn’t coming this time; he said he couldn’t make it on foot."
The little loli Anna replied, "He left a message—"
"[Sorry, I can’t come to play with you guys; I’m busy updating the homepage for Magical Meri! After all, I am Meri, and Meri is me! Surprised?]"