Era of Heroic Spirits: I Was Exposed by Alaya

"This is too horrifying!"

Roya's face paled as she watched.

In the video, King Arthur's divine attack was outrageously powerful—obliterating everything within a radius of several kilometers in a single strike.

If that had landed in Fuyuki City, the entire place would've been annihilated!

"It really is terrifying."

Nameless sighed softly.

If only Bedivere had returned the sword back then, none of this would've happened.

But alas, it was far too late for regrets now.

In the singularity of the "The Sacred Round Table Domain," countless humans were mercilessly slaughtered, nearly transforming the singularity into a true Lostbelt.

Once it became a Lostbelt, restoration would be all but impossible.

"Oh? The scene shifts to the Eastern Village over there!"

Roya exclaimed in surprise.

It was an ordinary little village.

Flames raged wildly.

Countless bodies lay strewn across the ground, blood flowing freely—a scene of utter carnage.

The ones responsible for this were the Knights of the Lion King under the command of the Lion King.

The Knight of the Lake, Lancelot, and the Knight of Lamentation, Tristan, were the leaders of these knights.

They were also the architects of this inferno and massacre!

A peaceful village, once untouched by conflict, had now been utterly annihilated by them.

"Hmm? Why has my King's Holy Judgment arrived ahead of schedule?"

Tristan gazed up at the sky. After a brief moment of surprise, he looked down at the defenders with pity. "You archers may be somewhat strong, but you cannot change the outcome."

"No matter what, all of you will vanish—purged under my King's Holy Judgment!"

The man before him was drenched in blood.

Endless battle had left him utterly exhausted.

It was Arash, the great Persian hero summoned to this era.

An ordinary archer.

Yet, Arash's usually cheerful face was now filled with fury. "You are unworthy of the title of knights!"

"We are knights! See that? That is the purifying pillar of the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad!"

Tristan stared at the dazzling pillar of light in the distance. "The insignificant mountain people have already vanished. Now, it's your turn!"

"Have you gone mad? My King… The King would never do such a thing!" Bedivere roared in anger.

Even now, he clung to the faintest sliver of hope—only for it to be cruelly crushed.

"It is the King's command! My King personally decreed this Holy Judgment. No survivors will remain!"

Tristan closed his eyes, his expression filled with sorrow. "Judgment must not be swayed by personal feelings. Behold—our King has finally cast aside all traces of humanity!"

"My King…"

Bedivere's expression twisted in agony.

"The Holy Judgment will descend in five minutes. Farewell, Sir Bedivere. Perhaps we shall never meet again."

Tristan swiftly withdrew from the scene.

The Knights of the Lion King, however, were ordered to stay behind and block any escape attempts.

Arash sighed. "I once boasted to Nameless that I could easily hold off the Knights of the Round Table… Yet I failed to defeat them and save the villagers."

"Enough talk. We must break through the knights' encirclement now." Bedivere's silver arm gleamed.

Every use of the Switch On - Airgetlam brought him excruciating pain, as though his soul were burning.

But in this dire situation, he had no choice.

Arash pressed a hand on his shoulder. "Don't use it! That arm will cost you your life if you wield it again. Save it for the final target!"

"So you knew… about my identity as a sinner." Bedivere's expression was complicated.

Arash grinned brightly. "Haha, I do possess Clairvoyance, after all. Seeing this much is nothing."

Huuuum—

A radiant light blazed across the heavens.

Like a falling star, it descended upon them with unstoppable force.

If it landed, everyone would be vaporized instantly.

"All of you, retreat! Let me atone for my broken promise to Nameless!"

Arash looked up at the sky and sighed softly, "I'm sorry. I originally wanted to stand before the Lion King with you and Nameless, but now I must take my leave first."

He raised his crimson longbow, aiming at the dazzling pillar of light descending from the heavens.

At this moment, the cheerful young man transformed into the mythical Arash who shot down the suns, brimming with boundless courage to challenge the gods.

The entire scene seemed to freeze in this instant, becoming a breathtaking tableau.

Countless spectators couldn't believe their eyes—

-[Oh my god! Is Arash actually trying to oppose a divine judgment unleashed by a god?]

-[A mortal standing against a deity—there's not even a glimmer of hope!]

-[That's an attack from a god! He could have fled, so why isn't he running?]

-[Because he's Arash, the great hero who ended wars! A true hero never retreats from battle!]

...

Under the gaze of countless onlookers.

The resplendent golden holy spear descended from the firmament with overwhelming force.

Like a star crashing toward the earth, it radiated the power to annihilate all in its path.

Impossible to oppose!

Impossible to withstand!

Impossible to evade!

Everything, in the face of such divine retribution, seemed utterly hopeless.

Despair spread like wildfire, suffocating the spectators who watched in horror.

Amidst this despair.

The young man with his bright smile drew his bow to its limit and began his chant—

"O my radiant and exalted lord,"

"O luminous master who bestows all wisdom, dignity, and strength."

"Bear witness to my sincerity, my conviction, my power!"

"Behold, O creator of stars and moon!"

"Witness my actions, my fate, this sacred sacrifice I shall achieve!"

"After unleashing this strike that stakes my entire being,"

"My resilient body shall shatter and scatter without delay!"

As his chant echoed.

The divine punishment descended in all its brilliance, engulfing everything in destruction.

Arash released his arrow, unleashing the most powerful strike of his life:

"Stella!"

The arrow erupted with a radiance that outshone the heavens.

Like a small sun rising from the earth, it traced a dazzling trajectory, crashing fiercely into the descending golden divine punishment.

The colossal, sky-obscuring tower of holy judgment was actually blocked by it!

No, not just blocked—it was utterly obliterated!

From the spire shattering to the entire pillar of divine light being torn apart like rotten wood, it was completely destroyed!

After shattering the golden divine punishment, the arrow, still blazing with radiant brilliance, continued its straight ascent into the heavens, as if intent on piercing the very sky!

Then, his entire body exploded like a meteor—this was the glorious strike he had unleashed by burning his life to its limit!

Countless people held their breaths in an instant, staring at this scene in awe.

A mere mortal, drawing his bow and loosing an arrow, had truly shattered Holy Judgement!

"Throughout history, there have been others who could shoot down stars, but only one who could shatter them!"

Finally arriving, Nameless poured wine onto the ground. "Great Hero, I offer you a toast! May your journey be peaceful. I will shoulder everything and restore this Singularity!"

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