Who Would Emerge Supreme?

Camelot, Side Gate.

As Merlin's extremely powerful surge of magical energy swept through the area, Ritsuka and Da Vinci, who were quietly hiding here, both shivered.

Glancing toward the direction of the main gate, Da Vinci sighed and turned her head to Ritsuka.

"Looks like that great mage is finally getting impatient."

Upon hearing Da Vinci's words, Ritsuka bit her lip, feeling a lingering frustration in her mind.

She had strongly opposed Arkhan's crazy plan because it was just too risky. If Merlin caught wind of the truth ahead of time, he would immediately find himself surrounded by enemies, and there would be no time for rescue.

Nevertheless, now they had already reached this point, there was no point in saying anything.

The only thing they could do now was to complete their task and not add any extra burden to Arkhan.

While Ritsuka was lost in thought, Da Vinci suddenly exclaimed beside her.

"They're coming out!"

Ritsuka subconsciously looked up and saw two knights supporting a blonde woman in a red dress as they appeared on top of the Wailing Wall, the latter also spotting them and waving her hand in their direction.

"It's Her Majesty Nero!" Ritsuka exclaimed with strong delight in her eyes.

"Looks like he's really done it, huh..." Da Vinci said with a smirk.

Meanwhile, Nero looked down and then turned to the two Godslayer Knights.

"By the way, how do we get down? There are no stairs or anything here..."

The two knights exchanged a glance and answered in unison.

""Jump down.""

"Ju-Ju-Ju-Jump down?!" Nero took a step back, her face paling. "Are you kidding me?! It's at least twenty meters down here!"

If she were in her normal state, this height would be no problem at all, but now her magical energy was as scarce as water in the desert. Jumping down like this would probably turn her into a pancake.

"That's the order His Majesty gave us—to bring you to the city walls and then jump down." One of the two Godslayer Knights stated expressionlessly.

"Also, please hurry. His Majesty said the longer it takes, the more dangerous the situation might become." The other Godslayer Knight added.

Upon hearing their words, Nero's expression changed for a while, but she sighed in the end and stood at the edge of the city wall.

She chose to trust Arkhan, the man who had given her hope from despair.

After glancing at the height below, Nero gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, made up her mind, and quickly leaped forward, plummeting rapidly down under the strong gravity.

Just as she was about to hit the ground, a section of the ground suddenly bulged upward, and her body landed heavily on it, but what she felt was not a solid coldness but a soft bounce, like cotton.

"Da Vinci's personally crafted 'Super Cushion Pad'! Guaranteed to give you the comfort of floating in the clouds!" Da Vinci stepped forward with a grin. "If you're satisfied, please give me a five-star review, okay?"

"Umu! Well done, Da Vinci! Once we're done here, I'll give you a promotion and a raise!" Nero exclaimed with a wide smile as she stood up.

Amid Da Vinci's nagging about 'you've never paid me a salary since I arrived', Nero turned to Ritsuka and extended her palm.

Ritsuka immediately understood her intention and gripped Nero's hand with her right hand, adorned with crimson command spells.

"I hereby declare, thou shalt offer thyself unto me, and I shall entrust mine fate unto thy sword!"

*Buzz—*

The fluctuation of magical energy indicated Nero's successful Master-Servant contract with Ritsuka.

"With my command spell, recover!" Ritsuka exclaimed, holding her right hand firmly.

Within the dazzling crimson light, one of the command spells on Ritsuka's back of the hand gradually dissipated into faint traces. Simultaneously, powerful magical energy flowed through the command spell to Nero's body, replenishing her minuscule magical energy in an instant.

"Umu! Excellent job, Ritsuka!" Nero smiled and quickly summoned her sword, Aestus Estus. "Now it's time for some payback!"

"Hold on, Your Majesty!" Ritsuka hastily grabbed Nero's hand, who was about to charge forward. "According to the plan, you absolutely cannot show yourself right now!"

"...Why not?" Nero's eyes widened anxiously. "Arkhan is facing the Lion King alone in there, I must help him!"

"Forgive my bluntness, Your Majesty, but right now you won't just be of no help, you'll actually bring trouble to him."

Da Vinci stepped forward, explaining to Nero about Arkhan's plan.

"The moment you show up at a time like this, Merlin will immediately realize that he has infiltrated the royal palace. If that happened, he would be in even more danger than he is now."

"So, I'm just supposed to stand by and watch...?" Nero clenched her sword tightly, unwilling to accept.

"You should be able to understand, Your Majesty..." Da Vinci sighed, turning to look at the towering white walls. "On the path of challenging a god, only a very few can ever stand against them until the end."

===

As the sun rose, casting its brilliant corona, and exploded into a dazzling tide of fire that filled the sky, it was a spectacle only seen when doomsday arrived.

A blazing sun rose and shattered, oscillating relentlessly until the scorching redness spread across the darkening sky's horizon, tinting the thick clouds with the same hue, as if a wave ignited the entire sky.

At the isolated edge of the world, two figures clad in silver armor faced each other from several meters apart.

One wielded a holy lance radiating endless brilliance, while the other held a greatsword engulfed in roiling flames.

Their eyes, one sacred emerald, while the other pitch black, pierced through the void and clashed like two peerless swords, carrying astonishing sharpness and intent to kill.

The edge of the world, created by the great power of a god, no longer bore its former sacred dignity.

In the fierce clashes, it had been thoroughly washed into ruins.

The white marble stones laid on the ground were either crushed into powder in the aftermath of collisions or burnt into charred debris by the blazing flames. At the same time, the flames seemed to burn quietly on the barren ground, as if they would never extinguish, even the god's authority was incapable of quenching them.

After endless years, the last god lingering in the world finally faced a challenger.

Wielding the scepter of flames, the challenger vowed to burn this twisted world along with the will of the god into utter nothingness!

This was the clash of kings, the struggle between god and mortal, and the confrontation of two heroes. Their identities were identical yet divergent, each driven by their own unwavering beliefs, unyielding resolve, and steadfast convictions.

In this great battle, whose belief, resolve, and conviction would emerge supreme?