Era of Heroic Spirits: I Was Exposed by Alaya

Amidst the countless discussions.

Rumble~

The great doors slowly creaked open as the group pushed through.

The deity seated high upon the throne finally appeared before them.

"Answer me—who are you?"

The Lion King sat upon her throne, gazing coldly at the group from afar. "I am the Lion King, the Storm Monarch, the Lord of the End! The wielder of the Holy Lance!"

Her voice alone made everyone present tremble uncontrollably.

Bedivere, Mash, and the others stared at her in awe.

Each felt as if their bodies were being forcibly repelled—unworthy of even standing steadily in her presence!

"My god, this is terrifying... Just her voice makes me want to kneel and submit!"

Mash watched her with grave intensity.

Even at this distance, even without any movement.

The mere act of sitting upon the throne radiated suffocating despair.

Yet Nameless stepped forward to shield the group, "Lion King! We have come to defeat you—to preserve humanity!"

"To restore humanity is to end my existence."

The Lion King regarded him coldly. "A pity. You are unworthy of the Holy Lance's selection. Though your soul brims with kindness, you tolerate evil—nay, willingly become evil yourself!"

"Perish. Your soul has no place in the utopia I have created!"

Hum~

Her Holy Lance erupted with blinding radiance, its annihilating might descending upon them.

Mash instantly rushed forward with a roar, "You won't harm my senpai! Manifest—!"

[Lord Camelot!]

Hum~

The shield radiated with brilliance, transforming into an enormous, towering wall that crashed down before everyone.

Yet.

Before the wall could fully materialize, it was struck violently by the golden holy spear.

Mash was sent flying from the impact.

The hastily erected defense left her unable to unleash its true power.

Not to mention.

The one standing before them was a genuine deity.

That she wasn't obliterated on the spot was nothing short of a miracle!

"Mash, let me handle this!"

Nameless reached out and caught her, gently setting her aside.

Holding the Phantasm Summoning Card in his hand, he began to pray once more, "I beseech you—all versions of myself who walk through human history—lend me your strength once again!"

Hum~

Though the blank card was not linked to any single Heroic Spirit, it still erupted with dazzling light.

Mystical and boundless magical energy surged wildly.

"Hmph. You seek to summon versions of yourself from across the timelines?"

The Lion King gazed down at him with indifference. "Futile. Before me—the Storm King, a true deity—all your efforts are in vain!"

No matter how many ants there were, they remained ants.

Even countless ants combined could never threaten a god!

Yet.

As the boy continued his invocation, the Lion King's brow furrowed slightly, sensing countless worlds responding fervently.

Under this resonance, the blank summoning card erupted with overwhelming power.

Destructive energy surged violently.

Familiar scenes flashed before his eyes.

A figure who walked through the Great Qin, unwilling yet still becoming the perfect teacher to Ying Zheng, manifested.

A faint smile crossed his face. "Honestly, why must every version of me sacrifice myself? Very well—as you wish, go and end it all!"

He offered his immense power, transmitting it through a connection as mysterious as magic, pouring into the praying boy's body.

And then, he returned to teaching the young and bewildered Ying Zheng…

…

Hum~

In the second scene, a person blessed by the gods of the Age of Divinity walked forward.

He stopped, gazing at the massive boar lying before him, and sighed softly. "Me from the past, let me help you first. Don't forget to repay me later!"

Under the curious gaze of the huntress beside him, he too offered his power, transmitting it across the timeline.

...

Countless scenes flickered by.

There was the figure fighting side by side with the Avenger Witch.

The one presenting roses to the King of Perfection.

The one sharing wine and laughter with the Oldest King.

...

The blank summoning card now connected to countless worlds, simultaneously calling upon versions of himself from different timelines.

Countless figures responded at this very moment.

An immense, overwhelming force surged madly through the link of the Phantasm Summon card, pouring into the praying boy's body!

The familiar sight left countless spectators in awe—

-[Rejoice! The one who gathers all the power of Emiya, the king who walks through six thousand years of human history, the sovereign who knows past and future—Emiya the Great has descended!]

-[Seeing Emiya the Great descend again—truly, he fights desperately every time to protect humanity!]

-[Emiya the Great, uniting the power of himself from countless timelines—can he truly defeat a god?]

-[Absolutely! This is humanity's strongest guardian—he will surely defeat the Lion King!]

-[Go forth, Emiya the Great! Once more, forge a future for mankind!]

...

Originally, the gods' strength was despair-inducing.

The great hero Arash had to sacrifice himself just to unleash his ultimate arrow and shatter divine punishment—yet that was merely a casual attack for the Lion King.

The Sun King, Ramesses II, had to sacrifice half his spiritual foundation just to break through the Holy City's defenses.

Then, he resorted to the most terrifying collision of tombs to finally destroy the Tower at the End—only to vanish completely himself.

Two mighty heroic spirits had fallen, neither having even touched their foe.

Without even fully unleashing the power of the Holy Lance, the Lion King had already displayed unimaginable, terrifying might.

This was a god!

A being who stood above all heroic spirits.

Faced with such a terrifying existence, everyone felt nothing but endless despair.

Not a shred of hope to defeat it could be seen.

Yet.

When Nameless once again performed the Phantasm Summon, calling upon the versions of himself who walked through human history, and transformed once more into Emiya the Great—uniting the power of all his timelines—

Everyone instantly felt a surge of reassurance, gazing at him with fervent admiration, as if witnessing the descent of an invincible king who guarded humanity.

At this moment, Nameless was not fighting alone.

Archer EMIYA, Muramasa Senji, Nameless, Young Emiya… one after another, they all answered the call.

Once again, he gathered the power of himself from every timeline and raised his sword against the god!

"Just as you said. If saving humanity is evil, then I gladly embrace that evil!"

The boy pointed his sword at the lofty god above. "Lion King, who has lost her humanity—witness the fall of a god!"

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