"It seems your wish has been fulfilled, Avicebron."
Under Avicebron's astonished gaze, Shirou Kotomine calmly uttered his True Name, revealing he fully understood the purpose behind the Caster's actions.
At the same time, golden particles of light began emanating from Avicebron's body.
It was a sign that he was about to vanish.
He had lost his Master, exhausted all his mana, and now Shirou Kotomine had pierced his spiritual core. Avicebron could no longer sustain his physical form on this battlefield.
"Yes. Master of Red, this was my wish—and also the wish of my Master."
Avicebron answered quietly, without hostility, showing no intention to retaliate despite Shirou Kotomine having stabbed him through the chest.
For one thing, even at his peak strength, he would have been no match for this unusual Master. And for another, there was nothing left for him to linger over in this Holy Grail War.
The student he treasured most had already perished. The golem he dreamed of creating, no matter the cost, had now come into being. His wish was fulfilled.
He was ready to exit the stage. But in this final moment, he wished to gaze upon the masterpiece he and his beloved pupil had created—just once more.
Around the great giant, the earth began to change.
Hum—!
As if filled by an unprecedented radiance, nature itself transformed rapidly with the giant at its center.
Grass and trees burst forth, visibly flourishing at a frantic pace.
Flowers and meadows turned instantly into blooming treasures, heavy with luscious, ripe fruit that dropped to the earth.
Birds, beasts, insects—all manner of animals appeared from nowhere, flocking reverently toward the giant, circling him like pilgrims.
Even the scenery itself seemed to come alive, permeating the air with a sweet fragrance that brought about a deep sense of bliss.
That sudden surge of bliss caused Shirou Kotomine's breath to catch momentarily, and he instinctively leapt backward at incredible speed.
The world around the giant was gradually turning into paradise.
As if celebrating the birth of a supreme life.
As if singing praises to a magnificent legend and myth.
This was the primordial human—[Adam].
The golem Avicebron pursued his entire life had finally appeared in this world.
"Master, do you see this? Behold—the pinnacle of all golems!"
With that declaration, Avicebron dissolved into shimmering golden particles, scattering into the wind. Meanwhile, the giant carried out his final command.
"ROAR—!"
Bellowing furiously, the giant raised his head toward the horizon, completely indifferent to the world already transformed around him.
Under the amplification of the [Command Spells], his originally rapid growth rate accelerated further. Within mere seconds, the giant's height surged from fifteen meters to thirty, towering oppressively above all present.
Yet now, he had but a single goal.
BOOM—!
Each of the giant's steps cratered the earth beneath him, though moments later lush greenery covered these wounds, healing the terrain instantly.
Swinging his colossal arms, the giant charged toward the island floating high above, each movement causing cataclysmic effects on the ground.
"So, this is the golem Avicebron pursued all his life? It appears Master has failed."
Within the Floating Garden, Assassin of Red sat like a queen upon her throne at the palace's center, her features steeped in pride and arrogance.
She gazed disdainfully down at the giant rushing toward her.
Raising a single slender finger:
Hum—!
The air trembled violently.
Massive magical circles appeared suddenly before the Floating Garden, transforming into formidable cannons brimming with magical energy.
Concentrating that overwhelming mana, the arrays unleashed countless beams of light, blasting downward at the charging giant.
BOOM—! BOOM—! BOOM—!
Endless streams of energy instantly consumed the giant's towering form. In a split second, the confrontation was decided.
The entire upper half of the giant's body was annihilated completely by that overwhelmingly powerful blast, leaving not even dust behind.
He had no way to resist such a terrifying attack—forced only to watch helplessly as his body vanished into the blazing light.
"Hmph. Primordial Man? What a pathetic joke."
Assassin's contemptuous smile grew more scornful upon her throne. The so-called Primordial Human couldn't even withstand a single strike.
How utterly feeble!
But in the next instant, an unyielding roar resounded again from within the smoke on her viewing screen.
An enormous shadow emerged from the debris.
The giant's form rose again, rapidly doubling in size to a staggering sixty meters. His head now stood level with the Floating Garden itself.
Taking massive strides, he advanced toward the Garden once more.
"It regenerated!?"
Assassin's scornful expression finally faltered, replaced by shock. She knew perfectly well the previous blast hadn't merely destroyed the giant's upper half—it had completely obliterated its furnace core. Without the core, no golem could regenerate.
Yet this giant, whose entire upper torso had vanished, had fully restored itself and was now growing larger still.
This time Assassin was no longer composed. Given its current size, the giant needed only a few more steps to reach her fortress.
Though supremely confident in her defenses, any normal being would instinctively feel threatened by such overwhelming mass.
If it grew any larger, her beloved Floating Garden might genuinely be at risk.
Once again, countless magic circles appeared before the Floating Garden, unleashing devastating magical artillery against the advancing giant.
Thus unfolded the Holy Grail War's third battlefield.
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"Did you retrieve it?"
Space twisted around Shirou Kotomine, and a silver-haired girl appeared from the distortion.
In her hands, she held the object countless magi coveted—the Holy Grail.
In her other hand was a sack, heavy and dripping. Within it lay countless hearts.
"Hearts?"
"When retrieving the Grail from the location you indicated, I discovered many people suspended in tanks. It seems they were supplying mana to the Black Faction."
Hearing this, Shirou Kotomine immediately understood what the silver-haired girl had done to those homunculi floating in their glass prisons.
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T/N: GAHHHHHHHHH IM AT CHAPTER 600 IN PATREON WE HAVENT EVEN REACHED CHAPTER 200 HERE :SOB: POLEASE THIS FF IS PEAK TRUST MEEE
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