Fate: Hero of Justice Takeover

With the fall of the sword, all things were left with only one outcome—Destruction.

Not only the earth, but even the sky crumbled like destruction fell upon even the heaven, and all things returned to chaos.

At the moment when the divine sword destroyed everything, the miracle of creation also descended.

But can the new order built upon the ruins of old human civilization still be understood and accepted by humanity? In the shallow and ignorant eyes of humanity, perhaps the rules of this new world are as incomprehensible and unacceptable as chaos itself.

Thus, wherever the power of the Sword of Rupture, Ea reached, what was presented to the world was—complete anhilation.

When the aftermath of the creation or destruction could no longer be distinguished and finally dissipated, what appeared under the curtain of the night was a trench spanning tens of kilometres, tens of meters wide, and deep enough to bury several people.

If pilots were observing from above at this moment, they would undoubtedly be horrified to find that this massive trench almost cut the city in half, the terrifying destruction nearly connected with the crater in the city centre.

Sheathing the violent divine sword, Angelica took out the tracking device again and calmly reported.

"Release of Noble Phantasm complete, the target's location has been destroyed, pursuit mission over... Hmm?"

The woman's hand suddenly clenched, and the tracking device and her gauntlet emitted a creaking sound under the strain.

On the tracking device what was displayed was, a clear flashing red dot.

After a long silence, Angelica tossed the tracking device back into the King's Treasury and resumed walking.

"The hunt continues."

***

Elsewhere, a white-haired youth standing atop a high-rise building gazed at the destruction caused by the Sword of Rupture, which spanned nearly the entire Fuyuki city. His cold golden eyes were locked onto the scale of destruction as if he were calculating something in his mind.

Finally, the youth, Sakatsuki, concluded.

"If this is the maximum output... perhaps it is possible."

When he looked up, the stars in the night sky were shining like diamonds. It wouldn't be long before sunrise illuminated this long and cursed night.

Unfortunately, he wouldn't live to see that day.

Sakatsuki withdrew his gaze, looked at the golden figure rushing at him far away, pressed his lips together, and then revealed a bright smile.

"Trace on!"

Accompanied by the young man's low whisper, countless phantom swords appeared behind him, slicing through the cool night breeze.

The swords hovering behind him shot out.

The golden figure halted, unleashing treasures without hesitation, clashing head-on with the swords shot by Sakatsuki. Then raising those cold blue eyes she asked.

"Despicable imposter, how did you avoid my attack?"

"Well, who knows?"

Sakatsuki stood up with his casual reply. The sportswear stolen from the department store was replaced by a more lightweight magical garment.

The edges of his clothes fluttered in the strong winds, his messy white hair tied back with a white headband. Clad in light armour Sakatsuki looked directly into her eyes and said with sharp intent.

"You've been tracking me for seven whole days, did you think I wouldn't have the means to avoid your surveillance?"

At his words, Angelica took out the tracking device once again. She looked at the erratically moving red dot, clenched her hand, and crushed the tracking device into pieces.

Although curious about how Sakatsuki evaded tracking, it no longer mattered.

"I see... So you're not planning to run anymore, huh?"

In response to her, he gave a fearless smile and spoke.

"Exactly, Angelica Ainsworth, let's put an end to all of this tonight."

Faced with the young man's fierce declaration, dripping with killing intent, Angelica remained unfazed and spoke indifferently.

"Although I don't know why you insist on a meaningless escape, I've said it before, an imposter like you could never achieve a miracle."

Golden ripples emerged behind her, unleashing a torrent of blades, swords, spears, and axes, going straight ahead towards Sakatsuki.

"The clownish act of yours ends now, mongrel!"

Responding to her was a similar fierce storm of blades, along with the fluttering silhouette of the holy shroud.

Rushing ahead, the young man glared at Angelica. The moment the golden ripples entered his sight, he began analyzing them.

The magic power within him began to rage.

Presented before him were fourteen Noble Phantasms.

Rapid Analysis, Full Replication.

In a fleeting moment where time seemed to stand still, Sakatsuki endured the searing pain of the raging magic power within him, muttering softly.

"Sword Barrel! Full Open!"

Azure streams of light flew from behind him, blocking the treasures before Angelica could release them.

"Again before release, even though it's not in a Reality Marble...!"

Angelica, who had previous combat experience with Shirou Emiya, realized his next move, swiftly withdrew and raised a massive shield in front of her.

"Too slow!"

With an earth-shaking step, his boots struck the ground as his headband fluttered in the wind. The young man roared, supporting himself on the massive shield with his left hand, vaulting over it, and then, in mid-air knocked an arrow on his bowstring!

A modified spiral arrow was knocked on the bowstring, and without aiming shot the arrow under the astonished gaze of Angelica.

"Caladbolg II!"

As the arrow left the bowstring, Sakatsuki clenched his hand tightly.

"Broken Phantasm!"

The spiral arrow ignited in a blaze of magic power mid-flight, and upon reaching a critical point, exploded.

A tremendous destructive force, accompanied by flames, surged up into a massive mushroom cloud. At the edge of the explosion, a figure was flung backwards, eyes reflecting the burning flames, already drawing a new arrow.

If the opponent could be easily defeated by this combo, then his seven-day and seven-night escape would indeed be nothing more than a laughable farce.

And Angelica did not disappoint Sakatsuki, who had prepared himself. Before the smoke and dust of the explosion dispersed, her icy voice pierced through the fog, accompanied by a massive golden ripple expanding behind her.

"Come forth, Sul-Sagana, Ig-Alima!"

The heavens and earth dimmed in an instant. Even Sakuya's light golden eyes darkened momentarily, overshadowed by two towering colossal shadows.

One resembling the wings of the dawn, burning with purifying flames, the legendary flame sword that is said to cleanse and eradicate all matter.

The other was a massive sword that seemed to be carved from emerald, covered in dark soil, the legendary boneless greatsword capable of carving through thousands of mountains.

This is the ultimate form of divine craftsmanship, forged by the gods. Together, they possessed the power to burn and purify the endless ocean. These are not nearly weapons for cleaving and slashing, they were transcendent weapons of creation and destruction.

One was named Sul-Sagana, the burning horizon that scorches the seas. The other was named Ig-Alima, the emerald that cleaves the mountains.

The twin swords, wielded by the war god Zababa of Mesopotamian mythology intertwined, bestowing divine judgment upon the mortals with their massive form spanning thousands of meters.

Sakatsuki withdrew his gaze from these divine constructs and closed his eyes for a brief moment, when he reopened his eyes, the golden glow in his eyes was almost overflowing.

"If magic power is sufficient, why not forge these divine constructs myself?"

Veins bulged in his hands as the white-haired, golden-eyed young man roared as if tearing apart heaven and earth.

"Aaaaahhhhh—"

The killing intent of the incoming blades stung his skin. In a trance, Sakatsuki's memory overlapped with Emiya's, recalling the first time he used projection magic.

Magic power flowed through circuits, analyzing the structure of an object in an instant, and materializing his understanding in a tangible form—even if it's just the shell!

Amidst his roar, Sakatsuki finally broke the invisible shackles binding him. Mana surged and roared, condensing behind him into two equally menacing giant swords—perfect replicas of the originals, colliding with their identical counterparts!

"Zzzzzzzz!"

"Boom! Boom!"

After two loud crashes, the four giant swords fell like meteors. Judging by the damage, there was no doubt that the original Sul-Sagana and Ig-Alima had won, while the two giant swords projected by Sakatsuki were cleaved in half from top to bottom.

But such a victory was meaningless. The performance of the weapons was not the decisive factor for victory. For Sakatsuki, as long as he could deviate the trajectories of the two giant swords, his purpose was achieved.

Angelica looked up at this magnificent scene, without joy in her eyes, silently retreating to avoid the aftermath of the falling giant swords.

However...

"Swing!"

A blade swept through the air in a chilly arc.

"What...!"

Angelica turned around in shock, trying to block the sudden blade with her gauntlet.

Golden fragments scattered as she was sent flying backwards, blood streaming from her left hand, losing the strength to raise it.

"Sure enough, the Displacement magic is too useful."

After the successful sneak, Sakatsuki wielding two black and white twin blades, rushed towards Angelica without waiting for her to rise, aiming for her vitals.

"Admit it, I'm stronger now!"