Metropolis Lostbelt (15) - The End

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Kadoc pressed his temples. Before him lay a man-made ruin and Justice League members sprawled in various corners of it.

Wonder Woman straightened her ankle and stood up first. "Who else has the strength to go to Gotham to provide support or come with me to Fortress Lonely?"

"Wait! B said that after we take Doomsday away, no one else needs to go. Gotham will handle it." Superman grabbed Doomsday by the scruff of his neck like a gust of wind and brought him over like a cat.

“…?” Wonder Woman’s eyes widened. “When did you get there?”

“Just now,” Superman said calmly, “after I knocked me down and ran away, I heard someone in Gotham calling for help.”

"Seriously, you're inhuman! If it weren't for... my quick dodge," Green Arrow muttered, coughing up blood. "One punch and we'd be meeting in heaven."

“You should sit down and rest. He wasn’t even a match for you all,” Wonder Woman said earnestly, glancing at Green Arrow. “Where are the others?”

"I……"

“Apart from Superman, no one else needs to go to provide support.” Debit interrupted their support plan, dragging Wonder Woman, who was from the Lostbelt, along. “Wonder Woman, you’d better go and appease your people.”

“Debit?” Kadoc, who had been observing, walked over. “What else do you know? Why don’t you let them provide support?”

"Trust Wodym."

“Believe in Wodym…” Kadoc paused, “Huh?!”

And Wardeem, on whom so much hope was placed, raised his staff, the stars shining once more for him. Just then, Chaldea's communication system rang, adding insult to injury as it spoke to Ritsuka:

"A large energy reaction has been detected, heading towards the North Pole at the speed of light, speculated to be the King of Lostbelts!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka blinked, and the half-frozen shadow of Artoria dissipated. She then whispered something to Gilgamesh.

Kirshtalia paused for half a second, then abruptly turned around. The meteors that had been pointing at Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly changed direction, shooting straight into the distant sky like a reverse meteor shower.

The rapidly approaching red shadow flickered, magic grazing his side and leaving a deep, bone-revealing wound. The meteorite, like prey ensnared in a dense spiderweb, was abruptly halted in mid-air, its descent abruptly interrupted.

Superman hovered in mid-air, his cape billowing, his heat vision incinerating any meteorites that tried to approach him. Those icy eyes, which had witnessed countless carnages, pierced through celestial magic and finally landed on Kilshtalia.

"Why?" His voice wasn't loud, but it was clear and cold enough, each word sounding as if it were squeezed out from between his teeth.

“The reason is simple: I am not satisfied with the foreseeable future of this planet.” Kilshtalia raised her staff, her gaze unusually calm.

He had harbored the idea of ​​betraying his Master ever since he was summoned to this unfamiliar Lostbelt. But at that time, Superman bound his actions with two Command Seals.

So he lay low, watching coldly as his Master grew increasingly brutal and extreme, until the unexpected arrival of Dabit and Chaldea.

Today, the time is ripe. He can finally speak his true thoughts.

“Everything you’ve done is trampling on my former Grand Order, the dream I’ve spent my whole life trying to achieve.” He raised his head. “I am Kirshtalia Wodim.”

"—Hereby, all these countless decisions, numerous setbacks, and all prosperity are judged and reduced to nothingness."

"Such a strike will bring down the gods, the Grand Order—Humanity's Guarantee Celestial Sphere!"

In a very short time, the second starburst appeared in the Arctic sky, and Kirshtalia's magic was poured into the celestial magic as if it were free.

"Trampling on dreams?" Superman seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. He bravely withstood the planetary impact and crashed into Kilshtalia, instantly creating a huge crater in the ground.

The Chaldea members who were watching the battle record widened their eyes instantly, raising their assessment of Superman to another level. When did Wardem's celestial magic suddenly become so weak?

This is not scientific!

Holmes tapped the armrest and suddenly asked, "Shakespeare once said that he sensed the Holy Grail being counterfeited." The wise detective looked up and slowly stated his guess.

“Since no reaction from the Holy Grail has been detected for so long, we can assume it has been used to make a wish,” he said. “So, what would this Lostbelt King wish for?”

“Power,” Leonardo da Vinci said. “He only believed that absolute power could bring about everything.”

"It's a pity. Strength is his greatest asset, but that's all he has," Holmes said with a smile. Absolute strength is insignificant in the face of conceptual magic.

"Keep watching, I think Miss Ritsuka has already figured out a solution."

In the scene, an enraged Superman restrains Kirshtalia's body, shouting, "I am your Master, I know everything about you! And you should also know that I am the savior of this world, and I am protecting it!"

"Hahahaha, this is utterly ridiculous!"

A wild laugh echoed from nearby, interrupting Superman's outburst. Golden ripples spread across the air, and the Wise King's crimson eyes were filled with mockery. "Savior? A fool who ordered the slaughter of humanity calls himself a savior?"

His gaze swept over Superman as if he were looking at a poor imitation.

Superman stood up abruptly, his body trembling slightly with extreme anger. His eyes locked onto Gilgamesh. "You are an outsider who does not belong here. You have no right to speak to me like that."

He hadn't taken Wodem's "defeated underlings" seriously, but they'd dared to provoke him. He pointed to the sky, "The cleansing is just because disobedient children deserve punishment!"

...Punishment? Fujimaru Ritsuka, who had been waiting for an opportunity, gasped. What did living human lives mean to him? Were the lives of two entire cities just a trivial punishment to him?

That's incredibly arrogant!

She must stop him today, no matter what, not only for the sake of pan-human history, but also for the sake of innocent lives!

"Heh." Gilgamesh's mockery turned into disgust. This guy's behavior was truly godlike, even more deserving of death than them. "Even gods have no right to decide whether humans survive or not, so you idiot are even less qualified."

"you!"

Now. While Gilgamesh was drawing Superman's attention, Merlin, hidden in the corner, subtly raised his hand, and magical light quietly bloomed around Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Thanks to Wodym's two planetary bombardments, the magical fluctuations in the entire space were completely disrupted, the Kryptonians' excellent senses were interfered with, and the traces of magic were hidden.

In Superman's eyes, the tiny human girl still stood in the same spot, her hand gripping the Command Seal trembling slightly with fear, so weak that she was practically harmless and easily overlooked.

In reality, this was just Merlin's illusion. The real Fujimaru Ritsuka had already retreated several steps under the cover of magic, and the Command Seals on the back of her hand lit up with a dazzling red light.

"In the name of the Command Seal, Euryale—Noble Phantasm activated."

The purple-haired goddess, as perfect as an idol, held a bow and arrow, looked at Superman with a sweet smile, but her eyes held only the indifference of a god.

—The goddess's gaze.

When Superman realized the unusual magical fluctuations, he turned his head sharply and saw only Euryale's smiling eyes, while the heart-shaped arrow was already unavoidable.

The arrow pierced his chest without leaving a wound, but his body stiffened abruptly, and the anger in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a bewildered gentleness.

Merlin poked his head out and gave Ritsuka a victory sign. He took a few steps forward and pulled Kilshtalia out of the pit; although he was badly injured, his spirit core was intact.

“That’s not enough.” Kirshtalia coughed and straightened up with the help of the air. “He will wake up sooner or later, and the Imaginary Tree will still be indestructible.”

Fujimaru Ritsuka blinked and smiled slyly, "So, isn't it because the King is here to prescribe the right medicine?" She pulled the others back a step and used her Mystic Code to give Gilgamesh an invincible penetration buff.

Gilgamesh chuckled. "This guy's weakness is kryptonite, isn't it?" The runes on the clay tablet flipped, and countless kryptonite spears appeared in the golden vortex.

"Humanity no longer needs the protection of the gods; they crave a path forward, not a cage built of power," Gilgamesh said. "You self-righteous dictator, this is your grave!"

When the Superman of the main world crossed halfway around the world and stuffed Doomsday into the phantom space of the Lonely Fortress, thank God, his storage habits didn't change much.

Then, he heard a strong heartbeat. Flying towards the sound, even high in the sky, he could see the red cloak half-fallen on the ground piled with spears.

The Lostbelt King was riddled with thorns, becoming a veritable hedgehog. But he didn't die; he forced his eyes open, his heat gaze fixed on the orange-haired girl he had previously disregarded.

If it weren't for her sneak attack, he wouldn't have failed at all!

"Watch out!!" Superman quickly flew down and used his palm to block the heat vision. The heat vision of the almost dying Lostbelt King was nothing more than a tickle to him.

"Oh dear, he still has the strength?" A sword passed behind the Lostbelt King, and Merlin stroked his chin. "I knew I had to finish him off."

Before Superman could comment, he fell from the sky and crashed into a crater filled with spears.

"Hey! Mr. Superman, are you alright?!" Mash immediately ran over and squatted down by the pit, asking anxiously.

Superman took a deep breath and paused for a while before slowly speaking: "Excuse me for asking... what are these spears made of?"

"It's kryptonite."

"..."

He deserved his fate; the kryptonite swarmed across the mountains and valleys, targeting him alone. Superman surveyed his surroundings. "How did you manage to get so much? I remember B saying that the kryptonite in this world has been almost completely destroyed."

"Hahahaha, is there even a question?" Gilgamesh laughed loudly. "All the wealth in the world belongs to me. As for mere kryptonite, I have as much as you want!"

As he spoke, he pulled out another piece from the golden vortex and shook it.

Seeing Superman's face gradually turn pale, Fujimaru Ritsuka kindly advised the King to put away his playful nature. Then she glanced at Merlin and the Lostbelt King in front of him, who was shot with an arrow, before turning her gaze to the Imaginary Tree.

As expected, after losing the King of the Lostbelt, the Imaginary Tree withered from the roots down, gradually fading and dying, and then disappeared.