Chapter 282: Standing Up

Chapter 282: Chapter 282: Standing Up

Kalpas had never fought such a constrained battle!

With power enough to burn mountains and boil seas, he couldn’t even touch a corner of his opponent’s clothes; he could only be a passive punching bag!

Those damn Golden Threads were everywhere, giving him a sickening feeling that his entire body was seen through and his every move predicted.

"Roar—!!!"

A furious roar shook the beach!

Kalpas could no longer endure it!

A certain limit within his body was completely shattered by this endless frustration and rage!

Boom—!!!

With Kalpas as the center, dark red flames shot into the sky, no longer spreading outward, but collapsing inward frantically!

The leaden clouds in the sky were dyed an ominous crimson, as if the heavens were weeping blood!

The seawater below boiled violently, and steam blotted out the sun!

Kalpas’s figure underwent a drastic change within the flames!

Half of his body was covered in deep, crimson crystals that looked like flowing lava, and his non-human features became prominent as his aura swept out like a physical tsunami!

His health bar plummeted instantly, leaving only about the last third, but the color of that health bar also turned into an even more piercing, burning dark red!

[Artificial Collapse]—Decimation Form, manifests here!

"Now this is more like it..."

Kalpas’s voice became deep and raspy, filled with non-human tyranny, "Now... get over here!!!"

The moment the last word fell, he vanished.

He instantly appeared directly in front of Aglaea’s wheelchair!

A giant fist burning with dark red crystals, carrying the momentum of a collapsing star, smashed down!

Wherever the fist passed, even those ubiquitous Golden Threads began to snap and burn!

This punch was fast! Accurate! Ruthless!

It surpassed the speed limit of all previous attacks!

However, just as the fist was about to touch Aglaea’s forehead—

Clatter!

Golden Threads ten times denser than before, like living tentacles, surged frantically from the void, from the sand, and even from the boiling seawater, wrapping around Kalpas’s arms, torso, and legs in layers!

These Golden Threads were no longer simple sensory tools; they now contained a powerful restraint, tightening frantically with a tooth-aching creak, attempting to stop this world-destroying punch!

The moment the Golden Threads entangled Kalpas, Aglaea’s figure dissipated once more like a phantom.

Kalpas’s fist ultimately smashed heavily into the empty sand.

Boom—!!!

An explosion more terrifying than any before occurred!

A giant lava pit over fifty meters in diameter formed instantly, and crimson magma spewed out, mixed with vaporized sand and stone shooting into the sky!

The entire beach trembled violently, as if it would collapse at any moment!

Dust and steam filled the air.

Kalpas slowly stood up from the center of the lava pit, with a large amount of snapped and burning Golden Thread fragments still clinging to his body.

He looked not far away.

There, Aglaea stood quietly.

The wheelchair beneath her had vanished.

She still wore that pale gold dress, standing on the charred sand, holding a silver one-handed sword that had appeared at some point—similar in style to the one held by the Tailor, but more slender and ancient.

The headless Tailor floated quietly slightly behind her, its one-handed sword pointing diagonally at the ground.

One person, one Tailor, and Kalpas—whose half-body had turned into crimson crystals, looking like a flame demon god crawling out of hell’s lava—confronted each other across the messy lava pit and boiling seawater.

The wild wind howled, swirling hot air and ash.

The bullet-chat area of the Paradise hall was silent at this moment, as if everyone was so intimidated by the rapidly changing battle that they forgot to type.

It wasn’t until a few seconds later that a single bullet-chat message drifted across tremulously:

[Pardofelis:...B-Brother Kalpas... can he... still fight? The opponent... has stood up...]

Fuyuki City · Port Warehouse District

The port late at night was shrouded in thick fog and darkness, with only a few scattered streetlights casting dim yellow circles in the mist.

Mountains of shipping containers looked like the skeletons of giant steel beasts, casting large patches of shadow.

At the edge of a relatively open space, Irisviel was watching the front nervously.

She wore a pure white winter coat, her silver-white hair fluttering slightly in the night wind, and her bright red eyes were full of worry.

Standing in front of her was a tall, heroic young female knight.

Artoria Pendragon—the Servant manifested in the Saber class.

She wore blue-and-silver knight armor, her golden cowlick standing stubbornly in the night wind, and her emerald eyes, like the sharpest jade, were locked onto her opponent ahead.

She held an invisible sword with both hands; only the distortion of the air caused by the condensation of magical energy signaled its existence.

Opposite her, about twenty paces away, stood an equally heroic male Servant.

Diarmuid Ua Duibhne—Lancer.

He was clad in light deep blue armor, holding two magic spears, one long and one short. The long spear, ’Gáe Dearg,’ was lowered, while the short spear, ’Gáe Buidhe,’ was hidden at his side.

His handsome face bore a warrior’s focus and a hint of solemnity.

The air was as taut as a fully drawn bowstring.

"Truly admirable swordsmanship and spearmanship, Saber, Lancer."

Irisviel praised softly, but her worry did not diminish, "Please be careful..."

"Please rest assured, Irisviel."

Saber’s voice was clear and firm, her gaze never leaving Lancer, "This is a respectable opponent. I will achieve victory."

Hearing this, Lancer’s lips curled into a bitter but frank smile: "To receive the praise of the king of knights is an honor for me, Diarmuid. However, my lord’s command cannot be disobeyed... Tonight, there is only battle."

Before his voice had even faded, the two moved almost simultaneously!

Saber stepped forward, her figure like an unsheathed sword, tearing through the air and rushing straight ahead!

The invisible holy sword cut through the night, slashing toward Lancer with an upright and grand pressure!

Lancer was not to be outdone. The long spear ’Gáe Dearg’ was like a venomous dragon emerging from the sea, precisely pointing at the weak point of Saber’s sword stance, while the short spear ’Gáe Buidhe’ hid in the shadow of the long spear, waiting for an opportunity!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sound of clashing metal exploded in the empty dock, and sparks flew!

Their figures were so fast they almost turned into two entangled shadows. Every collision of sword and spear stirred up violent air currents, swirling the dust and gravel on the ground!

Just as the battle grew more intense—

"Wahahahaha—!!!"

A burst of heroic laughter, almost arrogant, descended from the sky!

Accompanied by a thunderous roar, an ancient chariot pulled by two muscular divine bulls, trailing purple lightning, dived down like a meteorite from the top of the container stacks, aiming directly between the battling Saber and Lancer!

"You idiot!!! Who told you to rush in like this!!!"

On the chariot, a plainly dressed, small-statured youth was clutching the edge of the chariot tightly, his face pale as he roared at the giant-like red-haired man in front of him.

"Hahaha! Kid, this is what you call an entrance!"

The burly man driving the chariot—Rider, Iskandar the King of Conquerors—laughed heartily, not caring at all, and even used his fan-like hand to pat Waver’s back hard.

"Oof—!" Waver was almost patted breathless, feeling as if his internal organs had shifted positions.

Boom!

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