"Take this! This is the light of human possibility——! I do not know what you intend to do, but! If you want to hurt humanity, defeat me, the embodiment of human possibility, first!!"
The seven-colored light attacked directly toward the face of the Demon God Pillar before him. The Demon God, having just finished releasing his defenses, was indeed somewhat exhausted. However, facing this attack, he still pulled open a defense. It looked like a layer of thin crystal film, but if one looked closely, these crystals were all in the style of the Demon God Pillar's eyes. Observing it carefully would truly cause one to lose their sanity.
This definitely belonged to the series of things that could only be viewed from afar and not up close.
However, for the Demon God, this was not an issue at all. As long as he could block the attacks of the Heroic Spirits before him, it was worth it. They wanted a battle of attrition. After all, the longer time passed, the more advantageous it was for them. Surely those magi couldn't support the Heroic Spirits in battle for a long time, right? Where would they get the magical energy?
At this moment, Flauros had already thrown the cane in his hand aside. Elegance and such could be put aside for now; after all, elegance couldn't put food on the table. Likewise, he didn't want to make any major mistakes just like that, allowing other Demon God Pillars to replace his current dominant position. This body matched him the best; giving it to others might instead lead to a decline in their strength.
On one hand, he would have to curl up inside the body like in the past, squeezing into small squares that felt like dark, damp prison cells with the others. On the other hand, it would affect their long-cherished wish. No matter how gentlemanly Flauros usually appeared, he couldn't maintain it at this time. Moreover, as a Demon God Pillar, he was inherently mad. His current personality was more or less influenced by this body.
Now, he was merely discarding all disguises and appearances to reveal his truest self. His originally human skin color had completely turned purple-black, and quite a few eyes appeared on his body. Even the hat on his head was blown aside, and the green suit cracked under such violent movements.
"Ahahahaha!! Human possibility! Then let us Demon Gods crush it!"
As the magical energy surface of the crystal defense tilted slowly, a portion of the power surged directly along this slope toward the sky. The brilliant light scattered to the surroundings. It couldn't be said that it didn't pressure the Demon God Pillar, but it indeed didn't cause much major damage to the Demon God Pillar. At the same time, a cold glint slashed toward Flauros's neck from behind.
Flauros hurriedly turned and raised his arm. Accompanying a splash of blood on the ground, an arm fell to the floor and vanished into magical energy. Flauros snorted coldly. Taking advantage of the opportunity when he was attacked repeatedly to sneak attack him and sever his arm? Although having his arm severed would have a certain impact...
But they were ultimately a combination of magic formulas. If he wanted an arm or something, he could simulate one.
It was just that this was like a huge hole opening in a complete bag. A broken mirror is hard to reunite; spilt water is hard to retrieve. With such a hole opened in the body, it would affect them after all. I'm afraid engaging in a battle of attrition with the Heroic Spirits before him was no longer a good choice. Because the body had opened so many holes, the power within had begun to leak out unconsciously.
He had to obtain that man's body as soon as possible. Otherwise... this body couldn't support the 72 consciousnesses squeezing in here together. However, the more tattered this swelling body became, the stronger the power these Demon Gods could use. Rather, this body was their vessel, but also a seal restricting the display of their abilities.
Without the vessel, they would die, but similarly, the more tattered the vessel, the more power they leaked. Look at the wound on that severed arm; Demon God Pillars, one after another like vines, had already extended their bodies, twisting constantly there. At the same time, those gem-like eyes flashed continuously. A portion of magical energy expanded outward violently, forcing Senji Muramasa back.
Flauros reached out to cover the wound of his severed arm, seemingly soothing his other companions. "Be quiet, don't be agitated. If you are too agitated, the survival time this body can provide us will become even shorter. No one wants to return to the inside of that man who is god knows where!"
There wasn't a single ordinary person present. Flauros's words naturally reached everyone's ears. Everyone involuntarily thought of one thing: destroy the body of these Demon Gods before them directly. At worst, they would stall for time with the Demon God before them. This time, it was their turn to stall as much as possible until the Demon God before them completely returned to that man's body.
Especially Morgan, who had learned from Aslan that King Solomon's body had already been exiled by him into the endless universe, was even more prepared for this. After all, according to estimates, in perhaps another year or two, the Demon Gods would no longer be able to project their consciousness onto Earth. At that time, the crisis of this world should be considered resolved, right?
"Artoria! One more time!"
Morgan took a deep breath and raised her hand. Magical energy condensed in the sky, gradually turning into a black long lance. Artoria also rode her white horse and rushed into the sky again.
While controlling the magical energy, Morgan looked at Napoleon beside her, who was gripping his cannon and breeding magical energy. "You said you are the representative of human possibility. Then this time, display human possibility and blast through the defense of this Demon God Pillar before us with your Noble Phantasm. Aslan is ultimately not a participant in the Holy Grail War; we can't rely on him every time."
To some extent, these Demon Gods were intervening in the Holy Grail War they were participating in. It was precisely because of this that they, who were not ordinary people to begin with, should more or less show what heroes should look like. If they could resolve the immediate crisis without relying on Aslan, that would naturally be the best thing.
Napoleon nodded and took a deep breath. The Great Witch of Britain before him was right. This was the responsibility of the participants in their Holy Grail War. The Demon God before them was competing with them for the Holy Grail. At the same time, in the final analysis, looking at it now, before these Demon Gods achieved their wish, the opponents of these Demon Gods were the other participants of the Holy Grail War.
"It seems I have to be a bit more serious. Let me show you the spokesperson of possibility, the radiance flashed by the Emperor of France—Napoleon!!"