Inventory of The Famous Scene: Starting from Emiya-Chapter 75: A Shooting Star! Stella!

~Projection of All Worlds~

"Is this another member of Knight of the Round Table ?"

"This is utterly over! Right now, they're just barely managing to deal with one Knight of the Round Table...!"

"If only the king Hassan could step in now, it would be great!"

"They'll make sure they has no way back!"

~A Certain Magical Index World~

"Now even that tragic son, Tristan, has appeared...!"

Shokuhou Misaki quietly picked up the history book discarded by her and continued reading!

"But can a great hero like Arash Kamangir really going retire just like that? so easily?!"

According to historical records, he was the great hero who ended the sixty-year war between Persia and Turkey. He shouldn't retreat so easily, right?!

~Type-Moon World, Fourth Holy Grail War Worldline~

"Sire Tristan!"

As more and more Knights of the Round Table appeared, Artoria didn't know how to react!

Once upon a time, you were so gentle and kind, but now you allow soldiers to massacre villagers, not sparing even this last sanctuary.

What kind of king have I become in that world? Why is even such a king worthy of your pursuit?

[ Bedivere looked at Tristan, whose eyes were tightly shut, and couldn't help but said in confusion: "Your eyes...!"

"That's right! In order not to see the sadness that is about to spread!" Tristan calmly spoke with a composed face.

"Sorrow!" Hearing this, Bedivere became angry. Is this the reason why you slaughtered civilians? Then he stood up and furiously said: "Have you abandoned the glory of the Knights of the Round Table?"

"This is my loyalty to the Lion King!" Tristan's low tone made his face unreadable.

Hearing this, Bedivere slowly drew his longsword and moved forward!

"Whoosh ——!"

Tristan activated a string-like weapon in his hand. With a small sound, a dazzling red light formed an arrow that attacked Sir Bedivere's sword!

"Truly admirable!" Tristan praised outwardly, but increased the speed of his finger movements!

The red arrows fired faster and faster, continuously attacking at increasing frequency!

Bedivere could only block with his sword, taking one step closer to Tristan!

"You actually release such killing intent, truly heartbreaking!" Tristan feigned sadness, though his mouth curled into a smile.

"Never before has any knight cooperated with me so perfectly as you do!" Bedivere's tone was extremely serious, his heart uneasy as he spoke: "We are...!"

"Former friends!" Tristan slowly closed his eyes and smiled, completing the sentence.

It was precisely because they were friends that Sir Bedivere was so angry, quickly stepping forward! Using his sword to block the magical artifact in Tristan's hand, he furiously said: "If the king approves of your actions, then I must step over your body to question my king!"

"Let you meet the current king?" Tristan forcefully pushed Sir Bedivere back, then frowned deeply and said in a low tone: "I can't think of anything more tragic than this." ]

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~Type-Moon World, Fifth Holy Grail War Worldline~

"As expected!! Something must have happened to me...!"

Watching his former knights fight each other, Artoria's heart was filled with immense pain.

After all, these two once worked together seamlessly! Now, they're about to clash blades.

[ In the instant Bedivere was knocked back, he charged forward again, golden light gathering once more in his hand!

"O Silver Arm, Take Up Thy Sword——!"

 (Switch On - Airgetlám)

Golden light swept across Tristan's body. As the mist dissipated, Sir Bedivere suddenly collapsed to the ground.

"The sound of flesh burning!" Tristan, bleeding and smoking, looked at Sir Bedivere on the ground with a low face: "This smell... Truly makes one...!"

Then he revealed a smile, speaking coldly: "Our friendship ends here, bringing this tragedy to a close!" ]

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~Projection of All Worlds~

"Is this what happens every time Sire Bedivere uses Airgetlám?! Does he endure the agony of his flesh burning?!"

"How many times has he used it?!"

"It seems he's used it three or four times already. The more he uses it, the worse his condition becomes! Now, after using it, he can't even stand..."

"But without using this power, there's no way to defeat the Knights of the Round Table!"

[ Tristan activated the weapon in his hand again, but this time the attack was blocked by Mash's shield.

Using the shield, Bedivere, supported by Fujimaru Ritsuka, slowly approached Tristan!

"By the command spell's order! Mash! Let the wall of determination shine! Protect the weak people!" Fujimaru Ritsuka decisively used the command spell!

Blue light reappeared on the shield, the blue pentagram magic circle enhancing defense, rendering Tristan's arrows unable to cause harm!

"Dance to my heart's content"

"Phantasmal Music of the Painful Lament!!"

 "(Failnaught)"

Seeing Bedivere's glowing right-hand approach, Tristan urgently began activating his Noble Phantasm.

But it was too late. Bedivere's resolute cry echoed through the heavens and earth: "Devour my soul, fly swiftly!"

"O Silver Arm, Take Up Thy Sword——!"

 (Switch On - Airgetlám)

As the light dissipated, Tristan fell to the ground, and Bedivere, unable to withstand the side effects, collapsed alongside him!

But at that moment, a sudden radiance appeared in the sky, illuminating the entire area!

From the side came Doctor Roman's frantic shouting: "A High-density magical energy reaction detected in the sky! Everyone, leave there immediately!"

At that moment, everyone looked up at the sky. Above, black clouds swirled, and then a ring of pure light pierced through the clouds.

The high-density magical energy reaction left everyone unable to resist, bathing the entire mountain range in radiant light.

Emerging from the clouds was an enormous spear radiating golden light!!

At this moment everyone was utterly astonished, looking up at the sky, unable to entertain thoughts of resistance. Under this strike, without a doubt, everyone would be obliterated.

"This is the judgment of the Lion King! Holy Spear, The Lance That Shines to the End of the World, Rhongomyniad!" Tristan, fallen on the ground, slowly spoke. ]

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~Projection of All Worlds~

"Even my own people must perish together!?"

"How brutal is this Lion King?"

"But look at the sacred divine radiance emanating from that light! It feels as if salvation itself has descended..."

"What kind of Noble Phantasm is that?"

~Type-Moon World, Fifth Holy Grail War Worldline~

"This is the Holy Spear!! Rhongomyniad??"

Tohsaka Rin exclaimed in shock.

"That's not a human weapon; legend says it's a divine weapon forged from a planet!"

Is there anyone who can truly stop it?

~A Certain Magical Index World~

"Don't joke around! They will absolutely going to die....."

Saten Ruiko said, her face filled with fear, making it impossible for anyone to resist.

~Mob Psycho 100 World~

Looking at the magnificent pillar of light, Kageyama Shigeo, who had been calm, suddenly felt his emotions surge. Such combat was truly terrifying.

~JoJo's Bizarre Adventure World~

"One of the knights of the Round Table is still lying there! Is this a quest for justice?! Are none of them considered life in the eyes of this Lion King?

Bruno Bucciarati couldn't understand why they would do this. These are precious warriors.

[ "Sire Tristan! Have you gone mad?!" Bedivere angrily questioned.

Originally calm Tristan loudly retorted: "If we've gone mad, how could we allow such stagnation!"

"That king finally abandoned humanity. Farewell, my dear friend."

Bedivere instructed Fujimaru Ritsuka to raise the shield. With the shield protecting them, perhaps they'd be safe.

"What about the villagers? What will you do?" Fujimaru Ritsuka shouted anxiously.

Bedivere lay prostrate on the ground, recalling his past, perhaps with a hint of liberation: "I can only go this far."

"Don't give up!" The heavily injured Arash staggered toward them, his voice full of certainty: "There's still a way!"

"This isn't where you should die!"

The fallen Bedivere understood his intentions, looking at his back: "No!"

Tiny points of blue light appeared under Arash's feet. He raised his bow and arrow: "Show your loyalty until the very last moment."

Before the glorious Holy Spear, Arash's figure seemed so small, yet he still aimed the sun-like Holy Spear onto his bow. He began chanting.

"O' Holy Lord of the Sun's rays, One who bestows all wisdom, majesty... and strength."

Beneath the Holy Spear, the mountains appeared so tiny.

"O' Shining Lord. My heart, my thoughts... and my accomplishments be examined."

Yet Ara showed no fear! His gaze became incredibly resolute.

"Now, creator of the moon and stars...My deeds, my end. Behold my Spənta Ārmaiti!."

Already gravely injured, his blood flowed ceaselessly. The blue light beneath him gradually faded.

"As I unleash this Final arrow, let my very being...!"

"Be shredded into dust!!"

"STELLA——!!"

A roar filled with resolve echoed through the heavens and earth! This arrow, carrying everyone's hopes, soared upward.

Beneath this sky, it appeared so small. Like a fleeting firework, it flashed momentarily.

Though its light was faint, the will within was unbreakable.

"Boom ——!"

The arrow, bearing hope, collided with the comet-like Holy Spear, shattering its tip. Then the Holy Spear unraveled like wool, dispersing into curved fragments flying in all directions!

The golden light faded, gradually turning gray-black and vanishing into the sky! ]