Fate: I Will Eventually Become the Hero of Justice (Part 2)

Chapter 269

He had been deceived!

Betrayed by the very vessel he had trusted, the child he had cherished!

The sword he destroyed wasn't the feared Excalibur at all; it was merely an ordinary holy sword tainted with the essence of stars!

And now, the Sword of Promised Victory gleamed menacingly, ready to strike at Crimson Moon!

"Altrouge!" Crimson Moon bellowed, its visage contorting into a monstrous expression, fighting against even greater resistance.

Yet, its body had already suffered damage from the Tower of Light. Now, it found itself restrained by Merlin, Zelretch, and the combined effort of hundreds of magi, who created a powerful suppression field. Movement became an arduous task.

However, it pressed on. With tremendous might, it started to break free from the expansive suppression field, albeit slowly.

Regrettably, time was against it.

The Sword of Promised Victory had already been unleashed—

"EX-calibur!!" Artoria's voice rang out as she swung her sword.

Columns of starlight surged toward Crimson Moon.

"No—, no, no, no—!!!" Crimson Moon's scream filled with terror echoed through the air.

It was Excalibur, the very blade that had once brought devastation upon invaders. The planet's mightiest defensive weapon, capable of averting global destruction and repelling foreign foes.

Crimson Moon, the one who had initiated the "Moon Fall," undoubtedly stood as an invader, poised to bring about the Earth's demise.

Before this sword, just as the ancient invaders who laid waste to the Age of Gods twelve thousand years ago, Crimson Moon too would face annihilation.

This was the sword of salvation.

However—

"Wait, this can't be! Something's not right! Why is the power... why is it so weak?" Shirou exclaimed in astonishment.

A wave of astonishment washed over everyone.

Even Crimson Moon, amidst its grotesque screams, couldn't help but be taken aback.

The power of Excalibur proved to be disappointingly weak, lacking the expected might. It resembled nothing more than a typical, unleashed Excalibur.

Crimson Moon snapped back to reality, its eyes gleaming with a newfound intensity, and it commenced a frantic struggle.

With a gaze filled with murderous intent, it locked onto Zelretch and expelled a jet of blood, hurtling towards him with lightning speed.

However, rather than delivering a fatal blow, the jet of blood pierced through Zelretch's body and disappeared within.

"Ah—, ah, ah, ah—!!!" Zelretch's anguished scream filled the air as he clutched his forehead, tugged at his hair, and his teeth gradually sharpened.

Crimson Moon refrained from launching a direct assault on Zelretch. It knew that killing him swiftly was unlikely. Instead, it opted to transform Zelretch into a Dead Apostle, rendering him incapable of harnessing magical energy.

As anticipated, during Zelretch's transformation into a Dead Apostle, his control over magical energy waned, resulting in the dissipation of magical energy flow. Consequently, the moon began its descent.

With Zelretch's magical energy diminished, the formidable power of the large-scale suppression field significantly weakened, granting Crimson Moon the opportunity to break free from its constraints.