Fate: I Will Eventually Become the Hero of Justice II

Chapter 351

Each member of this formidable army donned gleaming silver armor and wielded the legendary spear Gáe Bolg.

Astraea sneered, "You've merely summoned a bunch of lackeys who grovel before gods. What can they possibly do?"

"While I can't bring them into complete physical form due to the limitations of magical energy, underestimating them would prove fatal."

"They are nothing but a bunch of insignificant—"

Before she could complete her sentence, the commander positioned at the forefront of the materialized army raised his Gáe Bolg, which emitted a subtle crimson glow. With a resounding cry, he proclaimed, "Release the Noble Phantasm, a distant blow from the king's glory—!"

Hurling his Gáe Bolg, it morphed into a scarlet meteor hurtling straight towards Astraea!

"Foolish! How could this meager C-ranked Noble Phantasm break my divine authority?"

Astraea's True Ether surged within her, unleashing a magnificent divine power that coursed through her entire being like a swirling hurricane of magical energy.

But that wasn't all. Behind her, the fallen god's dark radiance expanded, engulfing everything in its path. It formed a colossal shield, providing her with an immense protection.

This divine shield had multiple layers, each more formidable than the last. It possessed such incredible strength that even a B-ranked Noble Phantasm would struggle to penetrate it. It would take an even more potent A-ranked weapon to even make a dent, let alone harm her physical form.

This was the confidence of a god, unwavering and resolute.

However...

To everyone's surprise, as she unleashed her divine power, it triggered an unexpected reaction from the "distant blow from the king's glory." Suddenly, the spear hurled by the commander gained an extraordinary boost, bypassing her divine shield and striking her directly.

With a piercing noise, the spear shattered the divine protection, leaving a deep gash on her arm, from which crimson blood began to flow.

Astraea stared at the wound on her arm with a look of disbelief on her face.

This shouldn't have happened!

Among humans, there existed heroes capable of slaying gods. However, those who achieved such a feat were either demigods or individuals of unparalleled power. In her eyes, the figures before her, including the one who had unleashed the Noble Phantasm and hurled the spear, were nothing more than insignificant insects. How could they possibly pose a threat to her?

The commander gestured, and Gáe Bolg returned to his hand.

Pointing the weapon directly at Astraea, he seethed with anger, "I am Ywain, the 19th Legion Commander of the Eternal Throne! You, vile woman who has dared to besmirch the honor of the king's army, meet your end—!"

"Meet your end, vile woman who has dared to besmirch the honor of the king's army—!" A chorus of raged voices erupted, their Gáe Bolgs radiating a fierce crimson glow, as if they were on the verge of unleashing their devastating Noble Phantasms.

"No way, this has to be some kind of dream, right? Are all those soldiers actually Heroic Spirits? And those weapons... can they all unleash their Noble Phantasms?" Waver blurted out, his eyes practically bulging out of his head, while Orlocke Caesarmund stood at his side, supporting him.

Noble Phantasms, those legendary weapons and skills wielded by Heroic Spirits, were like the pinnacle of their power, physical manifestations of the incredible feats they accomplished in their lives. They were extremely precious.