Crossover: With Heaven-Defying Insight, I'm Shaking the Very Aeons

With Jibril at full power, an immense pressure of energy swept across more than half the lunar surface.

Although Rin Tohsaka and the others couldn't feel the pressure through the screen, they could see the grave expressions on Lancelot and Artoria's faces. To make two of the most distinguished Heretic Gods so serious, the opponent's Tier 4 rating was clearly no exaggeration.

Could they really win this fight?

A sliver of doubt couldn't help but creep into their hearts.

On the battlefield, having displayed her unparalleled energy advantage, Jibril raised a hand, condensing an incredibly vast power into a dazzling spear of light. The hyper-compressed energy radiated an unsettling brilliance.

Seeing her casually expend an amount of energy comparable to all the divine power in his own body, Lancelot broke out in a cold sweat.

"Five percent."

Jibril suddenly spoke, a bewitching smile playing on her lips.

"What?" Lancelot asked, confused.

"For us Flügel, we need only use five percent of our full power to completely part the seas, achieving what you needed an Authority to do earlier," Jibril explained in a light, playful tone, like a cat toying with a mouse.

"At full power, I could probably evaporate an entire ocean."

This was both a threat to her enemies and a boast of her own strength.

Hearing this, everyone was stunned.

Five percent of her power to part the seas… that meant her basic attacks were comparable to, or even stronger than, their ultimate moves.

As for evaporating an entire ocean, the statement might have been a bit abstract, but they knew one thing: a typical Heretic God could not do that.

For them, manipulating a portion of the ocean's water was already the domain of an Authority.

Evaporating an entire ocean was on the level of altering the planet's geography, something far beyond the scope of a normal Authority.

At least, for a normal Heretic God.

In the original story, the power of Godslayers and gods did inflate in the later stages.

From the "Meteor Sword" that could sever the continental framework to the "cosmic-scale explosion" released by the White Stallion, and even Athena in the Divine Realm—all these indicated that the power of the gods was not so simple.

Under the right circumstances, the power of an Authority could be elevated straight to Continent-Sinking or even Star-Busting levels.

However, it was also undeniable that under normal circumstances, the power of an Authority was indeed only at the Tier 3 Nation-Destroying level.

If what Jibril said was true, then she was indeed an almost despair-inducing opponent.

As if sensing the heavy atmosphere, Su Mo spoke up after Jibril's boast.

"She's not exaggerating. Our opponent does indeed possess that level of power."

"…"

Everyone was momentarily speechless.

Are you praising the enemy?

It was only because of their resilient characters and their unwavering loyalty that they didn't defect on the spot. If it were ordinary people, they probably would have already surrendered.

Just as they were grumbling internally, Su Mo's tone shifted.

"However, her statement isn't entirely complete."

Hearing this, everyone paused, their eyes brightening with a glimmer of hope.

"Master, you mean…?" Artoria looked at Su Mo expectantly. Could it be that her Lord knew the opponent's weakness?

Faced with their expectations, Su Mo calmly stated, "Evaporating an ocean just speaks to the scale of her power. It doesn't mean that's all she can destroy."

"If my calculations are correct, with the energy she possesses, if she were to unleash it all at once, she could deal a devastating blow to certain less-sturdy tectonic plates."

"Simply put, her strongest attack could sink the entire island nation of Japan into the Pacific."

Su Mo could confirm this, both from information revealed in the original story and from his current estimations. This was likely the reason Jibril was rated as Tier 4, Continent-Sinking. Though she was just barely there, she had indeed crossed the threshold into that tier.

"…"

Another dead silence.

Artoria, who had expected some words of encouragement, opened her mouth but didn't know what to say.

How were they supposed to fight a powerhouse of this level?

Rin Tohsaka: Lord Su Mo, you're boosting the enemy's morale and crushing our own!

Even Rin was stunned. After hearing that, how were they supposed to fight? The enemy could literally reshape the planet!

Faced with this reminder, Su Mo was unconcerned.

"I'm merely stating the facts."

Whatever the purpose, one should never distort the truth. That was the most basic principle of doing things.

"I didn't expect you to be so clear-headed," Jibril said, giving Su Mo a surprised look. Then she asked curiously, "Since you realize this, you still dare to say I don't understand power?"

She fully expected him to take back his words.

However…

"That is also a fact."

Su Mo's attitude remained unmoved.

"Very well!" Seeing that he hadn't changed his mind, Jibril wasted no more words. "Then let me see what you call power!"

As she spoke, she aimed the spear of light directly at Su Mo and unleashed it in an instant.

BOOM!

Brute force defied all physics. The immense energy propelled the spear of light directly into the realm of Godspeed.

At the same time, with another roar, white lightning erupted, crashing head-on into the spear of light.

"If you want to lay a hand on my Lord, you'll have to get through me first!"

Faced with a blow that could part seas, destroy mountains, and easily slay a Heretic God, Su Mo hadn't even moved before Lancelot charged forward to meet it. As a knight, she could never allow her Lord to be harmed.

The energy before her was so immense that she didn't know if she could emerge unscathed.

But precisely because of that, she had to block it. This was the fundamental duty of a knight.

A single knight's charge.

The Godspeed collision created an intense flash of light that completely engulfed Lancelot. The aftershock tore apart the ground, branding a crater dozens of kilometers wide onto the lunar surface.

"Uncle!"

Seeing Lancelot's figure charge forth as if to her death, Guinevere let out a pained cry. In such a torrent of energy, even a Heretic God couldn't guarantee their own safety.

But before she could even brew her sorrow…

"Cough, cough! My beloved child, do not worry."

Lancelot's voice rang out from the center of the clash.

When the dust settled, the figure of the White Knight was fully revealed.

Shockingly, aside from some minor scratches on his armor that were rapidly repairing themselves, Lancelot's body was completely unscathed, his aura not the least bit weakened.

Seeing this, Jibril was utterly dumbfounded.

"How is that possible?!"

The energy she had unleashed was more than all the energy Lancelot possessed in his entire body. How could he be completely unharmed?

At the same time, Lancelot also looked up, his gaze fixed on the Flügel in the sky with an expression of equal astonishment.

"How is that possible?"

He removed his helmet, his face showing the same surprise as Jibril's, mixed with a deep, unshakable confusion.

"Miss, may I ask, how did you use that much energy to deal that little damage?"

"Or is it that… you Flügel… are just this weak?!"