Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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It absorbed 300 million units of magical power.

The phenomena absorbed the pure starlight.

Even a true ancestor, unless they were as overpowered as the princess, would probably collapse after consuming so much energy.

Fujimaru Ritsuka is probably currently experiencing a kind of indescribable sense of drifting on the edge of life and death.

""

"You are humanity's last Master."

Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly opened her eyes.

She suddenly realized that she had somehow arrived in a place she had never been before, a cold and eerie place.

"Welcome to the land of the dead, though you are not yet dead."

"Hehe, but since you're here..."

"Going back will be much more difficult."

it is good.

Fujimaru Ritsuka twitched her lips helplessly.

They must have disappeared somewhere again.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was already used to it, probably due to her extremely high spiritual adaptability, which always made her drift to places she didn't know without realizing it.

Fujimaru Ritsuka opened her eyes and looked.

What catches the eye is purple.

"Death is the true rest, the end of the journey."

The voice was flat, but very pleasant to listen to.

Fujimaru Ritsuka carefully looked ahead and saw a beautiful woman wearing a purple bodysuit.

"You're here to save the world, so it's not time for you to rest yet."

Incredible people, and incredible realms.

Fujimaru Ritsuka surveyed the magical world before her. This world had no light, yet she could inexplicably see every gray rock wall.

The man holding the crimson spear before them possessed a cold and aloof demeanor, and those eyes that seemed to see through death, which sent a chill down one's spine.

"You are--"

"Scáthach, the mistress of the Land of Shadows."

The woman with purple hair and red eyes said this, then shook her head, "But it's meaningless anyway, after all, I'm just a foolish master who can't stop his disciple from going crazy."

"So you're Cú Chulainn's..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka stared wide-eyed at Scáthach in astonishment.

"Although it was Maeve's doing, my foolish apprentice has caused you trouble."

“I did answer the call when I was in North America. I originally intended to help you, but seeing that you were managing to cope, I kept observing from the shadows.”

"But I didn't expect that you would actually be able to defeat Cú Chulainn when he turned into a beast."

"interesting."

Scáthach's voice had an unprecedentedly strange quality in Fujimaru Ritsuka's ears. It wasn't resentment, gratitude, revenge, or admiration; rather, it was an unprecedented feeling of delight at seeing a prey.

"What...what are you going to do? Let me make this clear beforehand, I'm not someone you can just get so easily."

Fujimaru Ritsuka made a gurgling sound, looked at Scáthach's scarlet eyes, and subconsciously took a few steps back.

This woman is dangerous.

She's not the kind of dangerous person who's neither strong nor weak.

Instead, they were reckless, their eyes filled with a sense of impending doom.

"Heh... Don't worry, if you can kill me, everything will be fine."

Scáthach's excited smile remained unchanged.

"You can copy a Servant's Noble Phantasm?"

she asked.

"It's not copying, it's just daydreaming."

"That is creation."

Scáthach nodded: "Existences that are even higher than so-called projections are not weakened by the fact that [fantasy objects cannot bear the weight of reality]. However, in their place, the precision of [creation] must be extremely high, is that right?"

simply put.

The ability to materialize illusions is itself a superior form of a certain archer's [Projection Magic].

Fujimaru Ritsuka's usage method seems to be not much different from that of a certain archer.

But in reality they are quite different.

Conceptually speaking, what appears in the 【Imagination Magic】 is real, while what appears in the 【Projection Magic】 is fake.

"This is a power at the level of a god."

Scáthach commented, "Or rather, even the power of the gods cannot reach this level; it is already the power of creation... But, so be it."

"Let's fight!"

Scáthach manifested a red spear, her equally crimson eyes never leaving Fujimaru Ritsuka's body, her aggressive fighting spirit transforming into boundless power that suppressed Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"If you want to gain the power to kill a god, then come and accept my trial first. I failed to catch you during the Fifth Singularity, but I won't let you get away so easily this time, humanity's last Master."

Fujimaru Ritsuka was a little dazed.

Are all the Celtics players just battle maniacs?

Although I don't know what's going on, it seems like my soul has been pulled into the Shadow Kingdom by the Shadow Mistress, and then suddenly we're about to start fighting?!

—Actually, that's not the case at all.

Theoretically, it was Fujimaru Ritsuka's soul that accidentally slipped in.

He accidentally fell into a coma, accidentally found himself on the verge of life and death, accidentally lost his soul, and accidentally arrived in the demonic realm of death.

It was purely by chance, without any basis.

"Hurry up and get ready, or some old man will find out. Even I don't want to mess with that person, so Fujimaru Ritsuka, you better pull yourself together!"

No explanation!

Scáthach's figure transformed into a red lightning bolt, and the tip of her spear, radiating a red glow, instantly appeared in Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes!

This crimson spear was extremely fast; even Fujimaru Ritsuka could barely catch its terrifying trajectory!

This is not power.

In terms of sheer strength, Scáthach is strong, but not exceptionally so.

What's most terrifying is the purple woman's attack technique, which has reached a state of perfection!

This is a realm that anyone could reach through countless unimaginable training and trials, but this heroic army honed it to its ultimate level!

"So fast!" Fujimaru Ritsuka exclaimed in surprise!

She had to use the [Rainbow Demon Eye] to barely track the opponent's trajectory, while simultaneously strengthening her body with Star Breath.

"Ha, who do you think gave the Death Thorn Spear to Cú Chulainn?"

The purple-clad girl spoke cheerfully as the spear's edge instantly pierced through Fujimaru Ritsuka's claws.

In that instant, a spark flew out, accompanied by a sharp explosion.

Scáthach was amused by Fujimaru Ritsuka's movements and strength.

"Fighting with brute force and courage alone is not the way to go."

"This reminds me of Setant when he was a kid... You really are just like him. Overly relying on strength and neglecting skill?"

"No."

Fujimaru Ritsuka shook her head, her Star Breath from both hands transforming into sharp claws to block the crimson killing spear, and then she spoke after forcefully deflecting it.

"I have already exhausted all my strength just to master this power."

"Give it your all? No, giving it your all isn't enough."

Scáthach said in a flat, unwavering tone: "Whether it's attack or defense, the precision is lacking. Technique can't be mastered by just brute force."

Scáthach pointed the tip of her gun at Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Her deep red eyes were fixed on Fujimaru Ritsuka, and a slight smile played on her lips, giving off an unprecedented sense of pressure.

"If you're not proficient after a hundred tries, try a thousand; if you're not proficient after a thousand tries, try ten thousand... Practice until you vomit blood, practice until you're on the verge of death, even practice until you lose consciousness—without this kind of resolve, how can you possibly defeat the gods, how can you possibly resolve the burning of humanity?!"

"—!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka works very hard.

He risked his life, even gambling with it.

But that doesn't seem enough, far from enough.

How to approach one's limits, how to defeat opponents who are almost invincible, like the Lion King, who has become the rule of this world.

"Do you know what your greatest advantage is? The last Master of mankind."

Scáthach chuckled softly, a hint of pleasure in her voice, and asked, "Although you've grasped the basics, you still don't understand..."

"Perhaps, the power of the True Ancestor?"

"No, but you must have thought about it, right?"

Scáthach dragged her crimson spear closer and closer.

The echoes of metal striking the ground reverberated throughout the entire magical realm.

"The ability to accept and embrace everything."

"Let me see just how far you're capable, Half-True Ancestor."

The battle resumed instantly.

Or rather, the fact that the battle never stopped from the very beginning was just Scáthach's amused assessment; the feeling of having the initiative in the opponent's hands was not pleasant.

It was incredibly fast, a strike as swift as lightning; in this world of shadows, the opponent's attack was barely perceptible.

"Really, you want me to go all out?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka raised an eyebrow.

"This is the Land of Shadows, and also my territory. You are free to attack as you see fit."

Scáthach's clear voice escaped from her lips, like a ripple in a pool of shadows.

The instant her gun and her words fell.

boom!

Fujimaru Ritsuka launched herself like a cannonball, her figure instantly transforming into a streak of red light. The radiance in her hand formed a punching motion, tearing through the cold air of the Demon Realm with the burst of Star Breath.

The realm of shadows was disturbed, and flames flickered.

The light of the star's breath was pushed to its limit in this moment.

——【The Judgment of the Stars】!

Fujimaru Ritsuka's punches even contained the power of a powerful force.

"Great, that's perfect, just what I like."

"But that alone is not enough."

Scáthach knew that if she were a Servant, taking this punch would severely injure her, even if she didn't die... Fujimaru Ritsuka had high aptitude, but her use of power was far too crude.

This is the result of continuous training.

Her training time was far too short; the essence of every battle was simply to crush opponents with overwhelming force.

This is of course no problem.