The creeping horror caused by the psychic whispers had not yet passed, when an ordinary voice sounded smoothly through a voice generator:
"It seems that won't work. Then I can only use this title—Lord of Chaldea."
"Um, I'm sorry, but I don't seem to know you. May I ask who you are?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka suppressed the vigilance surging in her heart and, seeing the psyker before her in cobalt-blue Seiko power armor, probed politely and cautiously with her voice.
And Locke, playing Varro Tigurius, also made a solemn declaration without any concealment.
"You doubt my vigilance? Then I swear in the name of the Lord of Humanity, the Emperor and Lord of Ultramar, the original Robert Kiliman, that everything I say is true."
"First of all, I am Varro Tigurius, Chief Analyst of the Ultramarines Chapter, Head of the Analytica of Herra Fortress, High Psyker of the Astartes Order, and a loyal servant of the Emperor who will never turn away."
"Secondly, I know you because I met you long ago."
A series of unheard-of names and titles fell, and Fujimaru Ritsuka was stunned, almost overwhelmed by this completely unfamiliar system.
And the command staff in the Chaldea command room were also frantically working at their panels, filled with incomparable data, until Sherlock Holmes's calm voice cut through the noise.
"Master, if I guess correctly, they are the original creations of this singularity—'Future Heroic Spirits'—summoned based on the future history of this singularity."
Receiving this key clue from Sherlock Holmes off-site, Fujimaru Ritsuka instantly snapped out of it. She suddenly looked up at the analyst before her and asked in a tone of incredulous shock:
"Are you from the future?"
Varro Tigurius solemnly nodded.
"Correct. We truly come from the future."
"This response to the summons came only for the one Lord to whom we have sworn eternal allegiance with our lives and souls—the Father, the Emperor, the Savior of Humanity, the King on the Golden Throne, the Unifier of Humanity, the Lord Sabaoth, the Omnissiah, the Omniscient and Omnipotent."
Fujimaru Ritsuka wanted to say that there weren't that many people here, but she didn't know that the other party was referring to one person. She also knew that the more titles a person had, the more ruthless they became, and she understood that this might not be the same as the singularities she had attacked.
Although it was known from the beginning that this subspecies singularity was different from other singularities—it was transformed from a parallel world, not a change in the timeline that had a significant impact on human history—future heroic spirits that did not exist in pan-human history at all were too outrageous! And why did these Servants have power that seemed stronger than heroic spirits? Then how strong was their heroic spirit form?!
Just as Fujimaru Ritsuka was secretly complaining in shock, Sherlock Holmes, the head of the intelligence team, had already begun to form hypotheses based on the available information. But before he could figure it out, the wise king Gilgamesh rode the magnificent and splendid boat of radiance, Vimana, breaking through the clouds and appearing above their heads.
At the same time, Heroic Spirit Locke reminded Locke that the other party had learned the truth from the tyrant Gilgamesh.
And indeed, as soon as the wise king Gilgamesh saw him, he stepped sideways, firmly protecting Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mash, who subconsciously raised her shield, and directly declared:
"Of course, King Gilgamesh, we have long known that our history will ultimately lead to the fate of being pruned."
Varro Tigurius's voice sounded calmly through his power armor in the night wind, without hesitation or wavering, as if he didn't care about the erasure of their future.
"But this is the choice of the great Emperor. The heaviest and most fiery love He has bestowed upon all humanity. Even if the highest price is that we will never exist in the long river of time."
"But do you know what He is doing right now?! He is only making the situation worse!"
Before the words fell, the wise king Gilgamesh flew into a rage, receiving a spiritual foundation closest to a heroic spirit given by Chaldea. The oppressive aura of the oldest king swept across the entire street like a tsunami, and his burgundy eyes blazed with anger and impatience.
"He wants to absorb all the evil in this world! Aren't you afraid that He will be swallowed by the deepest mud in this world, that His mind will collapse and fully revert to another truth?! Your world will now be reduced to a singularity, pruned by human reason, and the root is this reckless folly!"
Unlike the tyrant Gilgamesh, the wise king Gilgamesh had not felt Locke's dazzling soul for ten uninterrupted years and did not have the tyrant Gilgamesh's absolute confidence. Along with the formation of the singularity, he believed that Locke had been defiled by the black mud, hence the singularity.
This also explained why the world was constantly jumping between ordinary parallel worlds and singularities—because the Emperor, contaminated by the black mud, could transform into something else at any moment, hence the repeated jumps.
If he truly became the being that caused the birth of the singularity, they would have to face...
The dark incarnation of the Lord of Humanity, who did not rely on gods or alien objects, but relied solely on human will to lead the race beyond their home planet, travel across the galaxy, formulate the laws of the universe, and conquer most of the galaxy.
Therefore, Gilgamesh must not allow this to become a reality. So he wanted to convince these angels of the Emperor to prevent the parallel world before him from becoming a true singularity.
It was a pity that Heroic Spirit Locke would let them solve the problem so easily? Of course not.
They would only expand the stage to make the repertoire even more exciting!!
"Just black mud, worthy of being called 'all the world's evils'?"
Varro Tigurius's voice suddenly rose. The psychic runes on his cobalt-blue power armor blazed with a dazzling blue light at his words. The iron blood and pride of the Astartes monks, who had fought for ten thousand years, exploded unconditionally at this moment:
"Even we ordinary soldiers can endure enough to withstand this minor contamination! Let me make it clear to you—the 'all the world's evils' you revere as a Beast is merely a collection of the malice of seven billion mortals on a small planet hanging in the Star Sea!"
"And we! In the selfish desires and evil thoughts of billions of subjects in the galaxy, in the distorted whispers of the evil gods of Chaos, in the fangs and wars of countless alien races—for the survival of humanity, for the survival of humanity, we have been in turmoil and bloody battle for 10,000 years!!"
As soon as the words fell, the entire street of Fuyuki fell into dead silence.
Everyone present—from Shirou Emiya and Rin Tohsaka to Fujimaru Ritsuka and Matthew, as well as the wise king Gilgamesh beside them—fell silent, overwhelmed by this heavy epic spanning ten thousand years and half the galaxy. Even their breathing subconsciously lightened.
A population of hundreds of billions. Ten thousand years of conquest. A human empire spanning half the galaxy.
An epic of the Star Sea, belonging to humanity, so magnificent that it surpassed everyone's imagination, unfolded in their minds.
Only then did Chaldea understand who they were facing this time. And Emiya Shirou understood what their partners would become in the future.
If they didn't handle it well, they would be facing... the Emperor of the Universe who ruled half the galaxy.
"So—put away your superficial lies! Stop using your narrow thinking, locked on your home planet, to insult the great cause of the Emperor—the Star Sea—and to insult our ten-thousand-year faith in humanity's blood!"
Varro Tigurius's voice was like an exploding bell. A pale blue halo of psychic energy exploded across his body, and his cobalt-blue power armor glowed with a cold, iron-blooded light in the night.
In the most solemn gesture of the Astartes monks, he concluded an incredible battle pact:
"If you insist on changing all this, then so be it! I swear by the supreme name of the Lord and Emperor of all humanity, and on the peak of the mountain, we will await your challenge!"
"We will choose seven warriors to fight you in an honorable duel under the glory of the Emperor! If you win, the Emperor will receive you personally. If you lose, you will leave this world and not take half a step further!"