He appeared to be a youth, yet referred to himself as "this old man," creating a strikingly incongruous impression.
However.
Upon hearing the name, Holmes instantly furrowed his brow tightly: "Senji Muramasa, apostle of the Alien God! What exactly are you trying to accomplish?"
"So it's the Senji Muramasa who helped us in the Shimousa Singularity, now become an apostle of the Alien God!" Mash was equally astonished.
After his identity was exposed, everyone present fell into a state of extreme vigilance.
Even Nameless projected Excalibur, adopting a posture ready for battle at any moment.
[Alien God]
This was the final boss who created the seven Lostbelts, caused the Human Order to freeze, and was even more cruel than the Demon King Goetia!
The Demon King merely couldn't stand humanity's predetermined death and wanted to restart the world to create an eternal paradise.
Whereas the [Alien God] only sought to completely annihilate Pan-Human History, pitting the seven Lostbelts against each other to determine the ultimate survivor.
Clearly, in its eyes, humanity was nothing but clowns performing on stage.
Whether it was Chaldea's Nameless or the seven Master candidates of Team A, they were all merely performers.
But the vigilant Chaldea members made the audience burst into laughter—
[Dying of laughter, this is the so-called "three years later another three years," where the undercover agent almost becomes the boss?]
[I think besides the titles of Grand Beauty and Grand Chef, we should also award Nameless the title of "Grand Actor"!]
[Hahaha, playing both sides against each other, truly what we'd expect from you!]
[Alien God: Who is more important to you, me or the Lostbelts? Senji Muramasa: Neither of you are important. What's important is that you don't exist!]
[This Senji Muramasa account will probably remain hidden until the confrontation with the Alien God when it'll be exposed!]
[Darn, killing the prophet first!]
...
In the living room.
Gilgamesh's lips twitched slightly: "This guy still loves acting so much."
Even though it was his own alternate identity, he pretended to be facing a formidable enemy.
This reminded him of the Singularity in "Absolute Demonic Front Babylonia."
When the other party descended as Chaldea's Master and met him, they maintained complete indifference from start to finish.
Acting as if they didn't know him at all.
Even though they clearly knew he was grieving over the loss of two close friends, they never once thought to comfort him throughout.
The most outrageous part was—
Not only did they not offer comfort, but after temporarily gaining the power of the Primordial Mother Goddess at the end, they pretended to sacrifice themselves once more.
Making Gilgamesh taste the pain of losing a close friend for the second time.
By the time of the Final Singularity, he desperately wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk with them.
Just pull out Ea and give you a thorough piercing first!
So infuriating!
In comparison.
The treatment King Arthur received in the "Camelot" Singularity was completely different from his.
This is the so-called—
Stab your bro twice for a woman, while taking stabs for your bro?
It made Gilgamesh deeply suspicious.
If he were a beautiful young girl, would this bastard of a close friend treat him the same way?
"He really does love role-playing..."
Qin Shi Huang nodded in agreement as well.
The Master had taught and protected him since childhood, assisting him in unifying the six states and establishing the Qin Empire.
Yet, during the Lostbelt, he similarly pretended not to know him at all.
The acting was so convincing that he couldn't even recognize him.
It was only because he instinctively felt some slight fondness that he gave Chaldea chance after chance.
It wasn't until their final confrontation on the mechanical holy body that the other finally revealed their true identity.
Qin Shi Huang glanced sideways at Souma and gently shook his head.
The Master really has some twisted tastes in this regard!
Perhaps this is one of the few pleasures he finds while walking through human history.
You could call it finding joy in hardship.
"It seems Nameless still wants to keep up the act, most likely planning to use it as a trump card against the [Alien God]." Roya pursed her lips.
If Nameless's alternate identity as Muramasa were exposed, it would indeed make it easier to crush the Fifth Lostbelt.
He could just use his identity to directly cut down the Tree of Emptiness.
However.
There are still the more dangerous Sixth and Seventh Lostbelts ahead.
And the [Alien God] standing behind the scenes is the ultimate enemy.
After going through all the trouble to have Muramasa infiltrate the enemy ranks and become an Apostle representing the [Alien God], how could they possibly expose him so easily?
Souma smiled slightly, the corners of his mouth lifting: "Of course we won't expose him so easily."
This is the special gift package he prepared for the [Alien God].
He deliberately concealed all connections earlier precisely to infiltrate the enemy ranks and play a double agent game.
If exposed now, all previous efforts would be wasted.
The real show is just beginning.
Next will be the stage for [Muramasa], this alternate identity, to display his heroic prowess.
Tch, I hope the spectators worldwide won't be too shocked.
...
The video continued.
Facing everyone's hostility and wariness.
Muramasa said very coldly: "Put away those toys of yours. They might be good enough for killing chickens, but they're meaningless against me."
"I'm here under the Forging God's orders to craft weapons for you. If you're enemies, then there's no need for me to intervene."
In his eyes, everyone's hostility seemed utterly insignificant.
Even though everyone had already joined forces to slay a full four deities!
Nameless calmly gazed at him: "Are you certain you're willing to assist us?"
"Of course. I've devoted my entire life to forging—I suppose this is my retribution, becoming an Apostle."
Muramasa's tone was full of self-mockery. "Going round and round only to become an enemy of humanity—it's really not funny."
"But thanks to the Alien God, I was able to meet the God of Forging."
Though he was an Apostle of the [Alien God] and should be attacking Chaldea with full force,
he carried himself with the demeanor of an old man making small talk.
Then,
Muramasa smiled while looking at the mechanical core in the distance: "I never expected this old man to be a machine, or perhaps among machines, he'd be considered an elder?"
"I have no interest in being called an old man by an old man. Is there a correlation between forging skill and having a foul mouth?"
Prometheus Hephaestus retorted without hesitation.
The originally cold and emotionless Machine God now displayed a touch of humanity.
"Oh, if I've upset you, I'll apologize. Would you like me to polish your big bald head?" Muramasa grinned mischievously.
Prometheus Hephaestus snorted. "Hmph, Machine Gods have no concept of baldness."
One was an Apostle of the Alien God, the other a fusion of two defeated deities.
Yet before Chaldea's members, they joked and bantered like old friends.
This made Mash increasingly astonished: "So, what exactly are you trying to do? Don't you intend to fight us?"
This person was too strange.
Chaldea was the [Alien God]'s number one enemy, constantly seeking to destroy the seven Lostbelts it had created.
As its Apostle, shouldn't he be annihilating them with overwhelming force?
Could it be that he still retained the bonds from when they first met?
"I really should be fighting you, but here I am just an old forging man."
Muramasa spread his hands. "In fact, Zeus would probably want me dead if he saw me."
These words made Chaldea's members increasingly suspicious and wary.
They frantically speculated about his true intentions.
However,
Their most crucial task at hand was to find the God of Forging and create the Noble Phantasm needed for the Grand Summoning Circle.
Without it, activating the Grand Summoning Circle would be impossible.
Nameless put away his Excalibur projection and said seriously, "Then, please forge it for us."
"Fine."
Muramasa agreed straightforwardly.
Then,
To everyone's bewilderment, this [Alien God] Apostle actually forged the Noble Phantasm!
He even allowed everyone to have their Noble Phantasms and Mystic Codes upgraded and strengthened by the God of Forging.
After completing these tasks,
Muramasa coldly snorted: "A friendly reminder—those who previously destroyed the Fantasy Trees have all been eliminated by me."
After saying this, he vanished without a trace.
Leaving Mash, Da Vinci, and the others clenching their fists in anger.
Over twenty powerful Heroic Spirits from Pan-Human History had been killed by this [Alien God] Apostle!
Completely unacceptable!
Just as the audience was equally shocked,
The scene shifted,
Suddenly showing footage from before.
Beneath the towering Fantasy Tree from earlier,
Nikola Tesla, Thomas Edison, and other powerful Heroic Spirits were fighting together.
Their sole target was Muramasa, guardian of the Fantasy Tree.
Both sides engaged in a bloody, life-or-death struggle.
But.
The audience watched on, gradually sensing something was off.
Why did these supposed life-and-death battle scenes feel so bizarre?
Whenever these Heroic Spirits were defeated by the [Alien God]'s apostles, they'd all deliver fierce curses with their last words.
Yet every single one felt strangely unnatural, more like they were acting in a play?
Yes, they were performing!
Despite being slashed and wounded, they looked as if they'd finally completed their mission, breathing sighs of relief.
They departed almost cheerfully!
But the real shock came when—
After this supposedly brutal final battle,
Muramasa Senji descended to the underground realm beyond Zeus's authority, only to stand united with the Pan-Human History Heroic Spirits.
Alongside science-oriented Heroic Spirits like Edison, Nikola Tesla, and Archimedes,
Plus magecraft-oriented Heroic Spirits like Medea and the Queen of Sheba, they began executing an incredibly complex design.
Through Muramasa Senji's craftsmanship, they forged it to completion.
The crystallized achievement of these Heroic Spirits was none other than—
[Seven-Layered Heroic Spirit Cannon]
This weapon could pierce through the defenses of Olympus's chief gods!
But that wasn't all.
Even the adaptive modifications to the [Black Barrel] were jointly completed by the Pan-Human History Heroic Spirits and Muramasa Senji!
When these scenes were revealed, comment barrage instantly exploded—
[Holy shit! They're really playing both sides - performing this act right under the Alien God and Zeus's noses!]
[Damn, this is insane! Even the Seven-Layered Heroic Spirit Cannon and Black Barrel had Muramasa Senji's involvement in their creation!]
[Kneeling before Nameless, you're way too good at playing this game! Aren't you afraid the Alien God will see through it?]
[Relax, the underground is concealed by Hades' authority. Even Zeus, the king of the Lostbelt, can't see through it.]
[Tsk, this kind of undercover operation is just too insane—it's a battle targeting every single weakness!]
...
No wonder the audience was so shocked.
They had all been wondering how Nameless, who had infiltrated the enemy's upper echelons with a secondary account, would help eliminate the Lostbelt.
None of them had expected that the groundwork had been laid right from the very beginning.
The so-called tragic fall of over twenty Heroic Spirits from Pan-Human History was all just an act.
Those Heroic Spirits were indeed powerful, but piercing through a Chief God's defenses was still as difficult as scaling the heavens.
In such a situation, it was better to join forces and pour all their efforts into forging God-Slaying Armaments.
This would allow Nameless and the others to accomplish the monumental feat of deicide.
One generation plants the trees, and the next enjoys the shade.
This was clearly leaving a tree for Chaldea that could rival the Fantasy Tree!
During the previous battles against Artemis and Poseidon, all the heroes of the Argo had fallen.
But now.
With these ultimate armaments, they had slain Demeter and Aphrodite without a single casualty!
The scenes exposed by [Alaya] left the onlookers utterly bewildered.
The scene shifted back to Chaldea.
After Senji Muramasa left, another unexpected guest arrived.
Moreover, it was an Olympian deity—
Europa!
She was the princess from Greek mythology and the origin of the name "Europe."
Most importantly, she was Zeus's wife—a genuine divine consort!
Europa smiled gently and said, "Good evening, everyone. I am Europa, the shrine maiden of the interstellar city, Zeus's divine consort, and—the founder of the God-Destroying Alliance."
With that one statement, she instantly revealed a shocking secret that stunned all the onlookers.
The God-Destroying Alliance was established to overthrow the rule of Zeus and the other gods, thereby restoring freedom to all humanity.
But now.
The founder of this alliance was actually Zeus's own divine consort!
"Thank you for your assistance," Nameless replied with a smile.
This Europa was the origin of Europe's name and the first human to receive Zeus's favor.
As a princess, she had been bound to humanity from the very beginning—there was no room for doubt.
"Whether from the Lostbelt or Pan-Human History, the people of Europe are all dear children in my eyes," Europa sighed softly. "Zeus holds everything tightly in his grasp, denying freedom for ten thousand years and robbing everyone of their future."
"This is too cruel! Even doting parents have no right to imprison their children forever!"
"So, I chose to oppose Him and restore freedom to my children!"
On the land of Europe, she was the mother and progenitor of humanity.
She had long been connected to human order, viewing all people as her own children.
As their mother, she could never allow her children to be enslaved and imprisoned.
This was the core reason she chose to oppose Zeus.
"You are truly too kind. Thank you so much. Please join us for dinner," Nameless expressed his gratitude once again.
To show his appreciation, he personally prepared an exceptionally lavish dinner.
Even Europa, who was born a princess and became the progenitor of Europe, was impressed, her eyes lighting up as she praised it profusely.
"Truly worthy of a Guardian of Humanity. Your culinary skills seem to embody the essence of human civilization from various eras."
Europa's smile grew even more gentle.
Though she appeared young and beautiful, she exuded the aura of a kindly grandmother.
In fact, she fit the elderly identity better than Senji Muramasa, who previously referred to himself as "this old man."
After the meal.
Europa took out a shield and a spear, handing them to Nameless: "These are Athena's divine artifacts, now entrusted to you by me."
"Ah, thank you so much, Your Excellency!" Nameless bowed once again in gratitude.
With just a touch, he could clearly sense the familiar divine aura.
They were unmistakably imbued with Athena's blessings.
Moreover, even her divine core remained within them—clearly, she had left everything to her successors after falling in battle.
Athena was the goddess presiding over domains such as [Wisdom], [War], and [Victory].
In comparison.
Though Ares claimed to be the God of War, he utterly lacked the [Victory] authority and routinely suffered defeats.
Europa smiled gently. "I would be even happier if you called me Grandma~"
"Of course, Grandma Europa!" Nameless beamed with a radiant smile.
Her demeanor clearly showed she regarded him as a beloved descendant to be cherished.
Another powerful ally had joined their ranks!
Once all preparations were complete.
Just as everyone emerged from the underground base and was about to initiate the Grand Summoning—
Zzzzt—
Countless bolts of lightning crazily danced across the sky.
An aura of apocalyptic destruction wantonly poured down.
The Lostbelt King, the Omnipotent Great God Zeus.
Had descended!