Chapter 743: Loading, MoonCancer - The Lunar Spirit King
Someone came to save me?
Upon hearing those words, Gorgon's reaction wasn't one of overwhelming joy but rather a sense of novelty.
How interesting. From the time she was alive, to her death, and even now, she had never once received help from anyone.
And now, in the midst of internal strife, a human suddenly jumps out and says, "I'll help you"?
After processing this, Gorgon felt an inexplicable irritation.
If Fujimaru were to see that the "Miss Gogh" he spoke of was actually the evil goddess who single-handedly unleashed the calamity of the demonic beasts... what kind of expression would appear on his face?
BOOM!
A streak of black light crashed to the ground, the golden wings shattering with a mournful cry. The scattered fragments of light illuminated the ferocious expression of the Baal Lakhemu. Clearly, they too had heard Fujimaru Ritsuka's voice. Immediately abandoning their playful demeanor, one of them lunged straight for Gorgon, while the other soared into the air, charging toward the source of the voice.
Their intent was unmistakable—to kill the Master of Chaldea before Fujimaru could even arrive!
The last drop of divine power dissipated along with her wings. Stripped of her divine form, Gorgon, who now appeared no different from a young woman, knelt on the ground, her head hanging low as she let out a weak, mocking laugh.
It was unclear whether the mockery was directed at herself or the reckless boy in the distance.
What good would it do even if he came? Could a mere human possibly defeat the Baal Lakhemu, beings more terrifying than the chief gods?
At best, it would only add another splash of blood to the monsters' hands!
How desperate she must be, to actually place her hopes on Fujimaru Ritsuka...
"Die!" The Baal Lakhemu had long lost interest in Gorgon. His clawed limbs transformed into whips, lashing forward to pierce the goddess's spiritual core.
Kill this useless tool quickly—he couldn't wait to see the despair on the human Master's face!
BOOM—!
An explosion roared behind him. The Baal Lakhemu turned in shock, only to see his brother hurtling toward him like a cannonball, slamming violently into his chest.
With a BANG, both Baal Lakhemu were sent flying, smashing through the houses in their path. Before they could even rise in fury, a crimson light of annihilation tore through the night sky, howling as it blasted into them, mercilessly shattering their defenses.
"This is...?" Gorgon's pupils contracted. As she stared at the sustained beam of light, her entire body ached involuntarily—as if she had suffered a similar attack before.
"Excalibur?!"
When the red light finally faded, the sound of armored footsteps grew clearer. The gravely wounded goddess turned her head in a daze, but what greeted her wasn't the King of Knights from Britain—but a slender yet resolute figure.
"Fujimaru..."
"Miss Gogh." Clutching a black holy sword in his right hand and the Shield of Glorious Branches in his left, the boy's expression was unwavering beneath his armor.
He said, "I'm here to save you."
———
"Are you really going to do this?" the doctor's voice came through the communicator. "Those are opponents on the level of chief gods, you know? Even if you summon a Shadow Servant, they'll be torn apart in an instant!"
When Fujimaru proposed his bold idea, the doctor nearly lost his composure.
"Don't forget you're the Master, Fujimaru! What kind of magi charges ahead at the front? Even with your Mystic Code's protection, in the eyes of a god, you're no different from an egg against a stone—both would shatter upon impact!"
"You should go back, Fujimaru," the doctor pleaded earnestly. "That Servant named Gogh hasn't shown any goodwill anyway. If you really want to save her, return to Uruk and gather reinforcements."
"I'm not stupid, Doctor." Fujimaru shook his communicator bracelet with a wry smile. "Even Sakatsuki couldn't defeat the Chief God. What good would going back for reinforcements do? You're just trying to trick me into retreating."
"Ah, well..."
"But the doctor is right, Fujimaru," Da Vinci chimed in. "With our current combat strength, facing the Chief God is too much. If it's just about drawing attention, that's one thing, but at the very least, we must ensure your safety. Engaging the Chief God in battle is out of the question."
After a pause, her tone grew somber: "After all, if a Servant dies, they merely return to the Throne of Heroes. But if the Master dies... the Human Order restoration will fail completely."
Fujimaru didn't respond immediately to the concerns of the two leaders. The young man raised his head, gazing at the distant golden light growing ever fainter.
This was no longer a realm ordinary humans could interfere with—it was a war between gods.
Even heroes from the Age of Gods could only watch from afar, while innocent humans could only kneel on the ground, praying for divine mercy and forgiveness.
But was that a reason to turn a blind eye?
"You're both right, Doctor, Da Vinci. I understand the gap in power and the importance of life..." Fujimaru paused, then whispered, "But none of that justifies standing by and doing nothing."
A black light tore through the night, carrying undisguised killing intent as it hurtled toward humanity's last Master.
Yet Fujimaru seemed oblivious, his voice even tinged with laughter.
"Besides, even if the enemy is an unreachable god... someone has already built a stairway to heaven for me."
As the boy raised his hand, the Class Card bathed in radiant light finally revealed clear data—
Upon the noble and majestic Throne of the Blazing Heavens sat a young man crowned with the Moon Spirit's diadem, draped in resplendent robes. His handsome, solemn face bore eyes as brilliant as the morning sun, illuminating all things.
His gaze was cold and distant, as if peering through the void into the present.
Until three great lights surged toward the heavens, no frame could contain that majestic silhouette.
The moment Fujimaru lifted this card, even his Third Magic Mystic Code trembled, evolving as white-gold mystical patterns grew upon it.
Then he relinquished everything to the void within the card!
The phenomenon recorded from distant shores merged unreservedly into Fujimaru's soul—through the hope planted during countless encounters, it manifested at last!
Fujimaru's eyes widened in shock.
He felt the transformation deep within his soul, and... the staggering, overwhelming power that came with it!
[SET (Install)]
[MoonCancer·King of the Moon Spirits]
The first to be born into the world was the iron-cast genesis, the shifting of seasons, the reflection of void—a gem-like radiance erupted from Fujimaru's chest, swelling until the human vessel could no longer contain the escalating power and majesty. The soul burned in raging flames, the body crumbled under unbridled violence.
Consciousness teetered on the verge of dissolution.
Yet in that fleeting moment, the last vestige of defiance was seized.
"Sakatsuki..." In his daze, the young Master discerned the figure upon the throne—aloof and arrogant, yet when their gazes met, it smiled unabashedly, brimming with expectation.
Even Fujimaru couldn't help but curl his lips upward.
Never again would he falter.
"Lend me your strength—please!"
Thus, within the shattered fissures, a new form coalesced once more. The kaleidoscope of creation bestowed by the distant king, tempered by an iron will, transformed into formidable power under his command!
A resonant hum filled the air as if answering the call. Cards of dazzling brilliance flew from their case, eagerly merging into the evolved mystic code—first came the gift from the original King of Knights, [Saber·Artoria (Alter)], followed by the rebellious knight in pursuit, [Saber·Mordred], then the [Shielder·Data Lost] grasped tightly after an ephemeral dream...
Until finally, even the heterochromatic homunculus girl was drawn by the light, willingly plunging into the crucible of miracles!
[Berserker·Frankenstein]!
Mechanical armor manifested soundlessly, alongside a keen blade and an unyielding shield, becoming the boy's limbs and will. Boundless power surged through his veins, drawing a triumphant roar from the youth.
In stark contrast, the command room fell into unparalleled silence.
Only the dutiful chime of Sheba persisted.
[Seraph Core·Throne, connected]
[Tier III permissions granted, data transmission initiated]
[Innate Skill·Projection Magecraft, acquired]
[Innate Skill·Replacement Magecraft, acquired]
[Innate Skill·Imaginary Numbers Magecraft, acquired]
[Innate Skill·Dragon Core, acquired]
[Innate Skill·Mana Burst, acquired]
[Innate Skill·Divine Martial Arts, acquired]
[Innate Skill·Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, acquired]
[Noble Phantasm·Electromaster, acquired...]
The cascading torrent of data poured into the boy's body, becoming power wielded as naturally as his own limbs.
"Energy levels rising—currently surpassing Grand, entering the domain of Heroic Spirits!"
"Noble Phantasms [Excalibur], [Lord Chaldeas], and [Camelot Cigarette Helmet] all entering release state!"
"Mechanical armor amplification increasing exponentially—unknown Noble Phantasm power measured at Rank A!"
"Inconceivable..." The doctor stared at the skyrocketing metrics, voice trembling. "What... is this?"
It was just a Class Card! A mere remnant of a Heroic Spirit's power, weakened countless times over!
Yet anyone armed with this card could defeat first-rate—even top-tier Servants!
So many skills, such peak configurations... This was sheer madness!
This was no power a single card should possess!
"Is this the sight that Sakatsuki sees...?" Fujimaru murmured, his face hidden behind a mask, exhaling deeply to expel the faintest trace of envy from his chest. Then, he responded to the questions from the command room.
"This is the power to save everything, Doctor."
[Third Magic activated. Pseudo Holy Grail commencing operation.]
[Battle time limit: ten minutes. May fortune favor you.]
"This... Fujimaru, where did you get this card?"
"Who knows?" The boy chuckled lightly, raising the blackened holy sword in his hand. "Perhaps... from the hands of another savior?"
[Ready——Fight!!!]
Facing the charging Baal Lahmu, this time, there was no fear in Fujimaru's eyes—only defiance as he raised his holy sword.
"Iron Hammer of the Wicked King, reverse the dawnlight—devour the radiance, Excalibur Morgan!"
Listen—the resonance and song of all creation!
As Fujimaru swung the sword down, the torrent of energy transformed into a deafening roar, surging toward Baal Lahmu, dragging the grotesque avatar with it and effortlessly hurling it back to its origin.
"Impossible! Impossible! Mere insects!"
Amidst the annihilating light, the Baal Lahmu folded their wings, writhing in excruciating pain, their disbelief growing—
Since when could mere humans harm gods?!
This was blasphemy!
This was an insult!
Yet the ones being blasphemed and insulted were them!
Gorgon, too, was stunned by this god-striking blow, so much so that she didn't even notice Fujimaru approaching her and extending a hand.
"Just as I said." Whether he wielded power or not, the boy's tone remained light and cheerful. "I've come to save you, Miss Gorgon."
"..." Gorgon stared at the outstretched hand, her eyes flickering, yet she didn't move. "You shouldn't have come to save me."
"Why?" Fujimaru tilted his head in feigned confusion. "Does saving someone need a reason?"
"You—do you even know who I am—" The purple-haired goddess lifted her head impatiently, but when she caught sight of those slightly trembling hands, she fell abruptly silent.
Did the boy realize he was shaking? Was it from fear, or the price of wielding power that wasn't his?
Had he truly thrown himself into a battle between gods out of sheer recklessness?
"Tch." A wave of irritation seized Gorgon. She grabbed Fujimaru's hand and pulled herself up. "Then let's hurry... Don't expect me to thank you!"
"Then I'll say 'you're welcome' in advance." Beneath the mask, Fujimaru's eyes curved in a smile, but soon his brows sharpened again.
Raising the Round Table Shield, sacred light coiled around it, forging an ironclad barrier that clashed with a sphere of black energy.
With a furious shout, Fujimaru swung his left arm, deflecting the dark orb, then lifted his holy sword and pointed it forward.
Projection magecraft, he recited silently in his heart.
As his magical authority activated, one after another, cold and solemn blades materialized, soaring through the vast sky before plunging mercilessly toward Baal Lahmu.
"Haa..." The dragon's heart pounded fiercely. Even though this card provided immense assistance, constrained by Fujimaru's physical limitations, it still couldn't reach that young man's full potential. After clearly recognizing this, Fujimaru stopped being greedy.
"Let me show you human resolve—Artoria, Frankenstein, and Sakatsuki, I'm counting on you!"
With a resounding roar, a layer of flowing lightning suddenly coated the black holy sword. Imaginary lines extended beneath Fujimaru's feet, locking onto the Baal Lahmus busy fending off attacks. A displacement prism rose, shortening the vast distance into a doorway.
Then, Fujimaru mustered his remaining strength and swung Excalibur once more: "EX—calibur!"
A torrent of energy surged forth, the silhouette of a black dragon clinging to the beam of light as it soared and crashed into the Baal Lahmus!
Screams finally rang out, but Fujimaru had no time to listen. Grabbing the stunned Gorgon, he leaped into the open displacement space.
"Let's go, Miss Gogh!"
By the time the light faded and the Baal Lahmus charged forward with murderous intent, their enemies had already vanished.
Both the human Master and the Beast Goddess had fled without a trace.
"Hahaha..."
On the bumpy donkey cart, someone chuckled softly.
Fujimaru lay on his back, feeling the indescribable emptiness in his body and the near-shattering pain in his soul. Yet, the smile on his face was one of satisfaction.
"And this is what you call a 'modest thank-you gift'? If this is modest, then just how terrifying must Sakatsuki's full power be..."
"Hey, what are you laughing about?" The purple-haired woman, radiant yet stern, drove the oxcart with a cold expression.
There was no response—the boy had already fallen asleep.
But if he were still awake, he would surely have said:
"I saved you. That's reason enough to be happy."