The Epic Story of the Heroic Spirit of Emiya Giant Warrior

Each mote of light that touched the earth re-凝结 into swords. This familiar sight made Shirou realize he was still within his Reality Marble.

Upon the boundless snowfield, only he remained, with the [Holy Sword] in his hand, and a goddess standing quietly beside him.

At this moment, the radiance of the [Holy Sword] had completely dimmed.

[Excalibur Artemis] - [Excalibur]

Now, the Savior Holy Sword that had severed "the End" was no longer a divine object. It was merely that the other essences that comprised it had not dissipated, recording the constraints set down by the divine will of the thirteen goddesses.

Shirou was silent for a moment: "… I'm sorry."

"No, please don't say that."

The goddess shook her head: "Gods do not die. Even if they temporarily depart, they can eventually be reborn."

"Yes."

"Perhaps in a hundred years, a thousand years, or even ten thousand years, our destinies will intertwine once more."

At the highest point of the mindscape, sparse snowflakes slowly drifted from the dense black clouds, as if symbolizing some endless winter. However, that layer of black clouds gradually thinned, as if struggling to break free from some heavy shackle, and finally a crack appeared.

Heaven, within a sanctuary that no god could discover.

The goddess murmured to herself.

"In terms of time, about three minutes have passed since your 'death' in the Lower World."

The goddess raised her head and saw two figures "enveloping" her.

Her long hair was as radiant as gold, and her clothes clung tightly to her body, outlining her exquisite curves, occasionally revealing her slender legs, captivating the heart.

The Goddess of Creation, Tiamat, possessed a gentle and charming demeanor, surrounded by a maternal aura that made one want to indulge in her warm embrace.

In less than three minutes, Artemis, who had temporarily "died," or rather, "gone astray," was brought back to Heaven by them.

As for the goddesses' purpose in doing so—

The two goddesses, their eyes shining brightly, approached Artemis.

Ereshkigal asked with interest:

"Have you had children? How many have you had?"

Tiamat was particularly interested in the matter of "having children."

The Creation God Tiamat: "This is my sanctuary. If your story doesn't satisfy me, I won't let you leave easily~"

For those gods who, for various reasons—laziness, social anxiety, indecisiveness, or simply because they were still waiting in a long queue—could not descend to the Lower World, this was their most interesting entertainment.

Now, Artemis was the target caught by the bored goddesses.

Artemis's original plan was to hope that her close friend could participate—however, that goddess seemed to have once again chosen to spend time with her bed, probably immersed in a beautiful dream, missing the entire process.

The goddess began to tell a story with a "modified" plot.

Mini-theater:

Before Shirou's consciousness entered the mindscape.

Goddess Artemis: "Get out of my way! I'm going to make a 'ten thousand years of love' promise with Shirou!"

"You're just a divine thought construct. Can you bear the responsibility of being in love with Shirou?"

"We are one! Are you scolding yourself?!"

The goddess and her thought construct wrestled together, grabbing each other's hair and rolling on the ground.

And in the end, the goddess's thought construct actually erupted with unprecedented power, turning the tables and beating her main body severely, tying her up with a rope woven from moonlight, and stuffing a sock (also made of moonlight) into her mouth.

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Chapter 151: Mission Complete.

He raised his head and looked at the Eltheos Ruins dome that had once caged them—now it was empty, the broken stones and flying dust seemed to have long since dissipated in the wind.

Goddess Artemis was also gone, that pure and beautiful figure flashed like a shooting star, disappearing into this vast expanse.

He reached out his hand, his fingertips trembling slightly, trying to touch the distant crescent moon.

However, the emptiness in his hand reminded him that everything was in the past. Moonlight shone through his fingers, its cold glow reflecting on his face, as if echoing the endless silence.

Soft moonlight wrapped around his fingertips like silk, cold and real.

He looked up at the crescent moon in the sky, the ring on his finger reflecting a moon-blue glow, as if echoing the distant sky.

She stopped beside Shirou, her eyes filled with weariness, yet containing a reassuring tenderness.

Moonlight shone on Liliruca's emerald green hair, like a gentle halo, giving her silhouette a few points of sacred radiance.

Following Liliruca, Heding walked up. His face was frighteningly pale, seeming even weaker than Liliruca. His originally bright white-gold hair was now stained with a trace of dryness.

On the other side, [Black Iron's Demon Sword] Hogni's condition seemed much better than Heding's. He remained silent, maintaining that cold and aloof demeanor as usual.

Hogni's gaze was locked firmly on Shirou, seemingly calm on the surface, but in reality, he was struggling fiercely in his heart: "Should I say something? No, it's terrifying… How should I start…"

Fianna also walked over slowly. She crouched beside Shirou, her brow furrowed slightly, staring at him hesitantly, as if pondering some important question.

She reached out a finger and gently poked Shirou's face, her tone very serious.

"To complete such a great feat at Lv.2, it's truly… I don't even know what to say."

Now, he completely understood this matter.

This battle had nothing to do with the adventurer's level. Even if his level were a little higher, the only difference would be that he could chant [Unlimited Blade Works] more easily when facing Antares.

So, level wasn't important. The real key was resolve and will, as well as the salvation brought by that goddess and her ultimate sacrifice.

It's no exaggeration to say that the light of cessation that ultimately overwhelmed the Moon Goddess's arrow, destroyed Antares, and liberated the imprisoned goddess, over ninety percent of its power came from the True God Artifact "Orion's Arrow" and "the Goddess's Thought Construct."

Or rather, this was not merely a Reality Marble, but the world within his heart, the mindscape that bore his thoughts and will.

The spirits who had paved the way for his victory with all their might were not present here. The figure of the powerful Scorpio monster, Antares, was also nowhere to be seen.

The two divine beings that had allowed it to break through the mortal realm and touch the divine domain had now also completed their respective missions: the divine artifact, the 'Arrow of Orion,' had returned to the heavens after its mission was over, and the 'Divine Thought Entity' had also reached its limit.

“Goddess Artemis.”

Wei Gong softly spoke the goddess's name.

The goddess's eyes sparkled with a crystalline light: “Thank you, Shirou, she and I have finally been redeemed.”

She paused.

“So, in order to meet again, please live on with a smile.”

Wei Gong spoke softly.

“Wei Gong, when that time comes, I am willing to become your sword once more—”

The goddess left a light kiss on Wei Gong's lips.

The bright moonlight poured down through this crack, cascading like a silver waterfall, dyeing the world with a layer of sacred radiance.

Wei Gong opened his eyes again and saw the sky with a crescent moon hanging in it.

Artemis opened her eyes.

“I… how long have I been lost? Has ten thousand years passed?”

Another goddess spoke.

The goddess heard such a voice.

Artemis: “Eh?”

One was a goddess with golden hair and red eyes, wearing a gorgeous black and gold divine garment, the goddess of the underworld, Ereshkigal.

The other goddess had long, light blue hair like the sky, beautiful curved horns on her head, and a plump, moving figure wrapped in a snow-white divine garment, revealing a tempting expanse of white skin at her chest.

They were both goddesses who had not gone to the lower realm and remained in the heavenly realm.

The two goddesses used their divine power, as well as the authority of the underworld and creation, to easily restore Artemis's divine aura and heal her divine body.

“What happened in the lower realm?!”

“Is that child who forged the divine artifact cute?”

“How old is he this year, and when will his soul likely enter the underworld?”

They couldn't wait to hear the 'story,' to the point where they were unwilling to wait even the 'mere' ten thousand years.

Artemis: “Eh?!!!”

The rules established by the gods isolated the heavenly realm from the lower realm, and even the gods of the divine realm could not use their divine power to spy on the movements of the lower realm. The only way to understand everything that happened in the lower realm was to inquire from the gods who briefly returned to the divine realm.

And at this time, the situation she faced was even more complicated than before. These two goddesses had keenly captured Artemis's divine will before and then actively joined the “Goddess Resolution” ceremony.

After hesitating for a moment, the Moon Goddess spoke:

“All sorts of things happened. In short, I met that child, and then—from that moment on, our fates were connected…”

Two goddesses who looked exactly the same were fiercely tearing at each other.

The Goddess's Thought Entity: “It's always been me by Shirou's side, you useless goddess, don't you dare take an inch!”

“It's clearly you, you useless goddess, who messed things up. I'm the one who has to clean up your mess. Do you know how many times I've had to apologize to Shirou because of you, you useless goddess!”

“Wuu wuu wuu… (How could you possibly defeat me).”

“This is the power of love!!!”

The Goddess's Thought Entity kicked the main body's useless goddess away, then tidied up her makeup and prepared leisurely to welcome Wei Gong's consciousness.

Wei Gong Shirou slowly opened his eyes, his consciousness gradually awakening from his daze. The surroundings were eerily quiet, as if everything had been sealed in the distant past.

The figure of the Scorpio magic beast Antares disappeared without a trace, and the earth-shattering sense of oppression also went with it, as if it had never existed.

The entire world seemed so empty.

Wei Gong lay on the ground, looking up at the night sky. A crescent moon hung on the horizon, thin clouds gently brushing past, like a thin line suspended in the void, dividing this silent world.

A journey beneath the long night… chasing an invisible moon…

No, not so.

This remaining radiance is proof that the journey was not meaningless.

“Shirou—”

Wei Gong heard that familiar, gentle voice.

“Riviera… Sister.”

Riviera approached Wei Gong Shirou, panting slightly. The blood on her face had already been wiped away, but her chest was still stained with scarlet spots. The bright traces seemed to be the lingering echo of the battle, not completely dissipated.

She gently raised her hand, as if wanting to say something, but in the end, she just quietly watched Wei Gong.

However, his expression seemed very relaxed, and the corners of his mouth even slightly curled up in an extremely subtle arc.

This was almost an expression that had never appeared on Heding, the [White Elf's Magic Staff].

However, the surging emotions in the depths of the Black Elf's heart could not be calmed—he was not silent because he was cold, but because he could not say it.

“To be able to survive that vortex of fate… King of Swords, you also possess the power to contend with fate.”

Wei Gong smiled frankly: “Thank you.”

In any case, he at least heard that the other party was praising himself.

“…My [Philosopher's Stone], you have to tell the adventurer's guild that it was shattered in order to defeat Antares. Remember to have them compensate me.”

After that, she paused slightly, her gaze became a little gentler, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly: “Also, good job, boy.”

“This has nothing to do with level.”

Wei Gong shook his head gently and said softly: “This battle has nothing to do with level.”

And, relying on stronger mental strength to last a little longer, reducing the dependence on drawing magic power from the four elves.

Because this time, the enemy was not an existence within the “Adventurer” system at all. His real opponent was not the Scorpio magic beast with a latent ability of Lv.5, but—“Goddess Artemis”.

However, for the creatures of the lower realm, forging that remaining ten percent was still an unprecedented and extraordinary feat.

And for these, especially thanks to the efforts of several elves.

Before today, Wei Gong had never anticipated that even with the sword core already determined, the magic power consumed to forge a counterfeit divine artifact would still be so astonishing. And with his Lv.2 magic power, he probably wouldn't even be able to unfold the Reality Marble of [Unlimited Blade Works].