Following the guidance inside the Throne of Heroes, and by using part of the principle of Return, Wu Ling left the Soul Land world and arrived in the Type Moon world.
The moment he crossed the world's wall and paused in the gap between parallel spaces, he suddenly felt dazed. Then he sensed the Throne of Heroes inside him connect to something, as if it had changed from offline to online.
At the same time, the guidance inside his Throne of Heroes vanished. What replaced it was a recorded voice left within.
"Please help correct history back to its proper course."
"Correct history?"
Wu Ling considered the meaning.
"Did something cause the world to be destroyed again, and Chaldea failed, so it finally found me?"
He thought for a long time, but with no information, he made no progress. For now, his priority was understanding what had happened.
At that moment, alarm bells screamed in Wu Ling's mind. His bodily instincts opened fully. This was the first time he had felt such a crisis, and it meant an unprecedented disaster was about to arrive.
As if sensing something, Wu Ling abruptly raised his head. His expression changed. Above him was a huge halo. With Wu Ling's eyesight, he could see that the halo was made of countless bands of light, and he understood that thing very well.
"Goetia's Noble Phantasm, Ars Almadel Salomonis. The Time of Birth Hath Come, I Am the Remedy of Eternity. Wait. I am clearly in the gap between parallel spaces, so why is Goetia's Noble Phantasm here? Did I arrive near his throne?"
Before Wu Ling could think further, his instincts screamed even louder. He realized the danger at once and looked up again. Dense bands of light were already shooting toward him.
Wu Ling's eyes tightened. He knew each band of light was comparable to the A-rank Noble Phantasm Excalibur at full output.
"Hey, hey. Five thousand, eight thousand... there have to be over ten thousand of them. Never mind using them on me. This much could rake the entire nation of Japan several times over."
Even as he spoke, his body moved without delay. The shadow of the Throne of Heroes appeared behind him. Several Heroic Spirits possessed him. Golden armor, immortality, and every defensive skill and piece of equipment he had all activated at full power.
As for running away, Wu Ling wanted to. But he was in the gap between parallel spaces. That gap was not a thin crack. It was a vast place similar to Imaginary Number Space.
He did not know where to run. On top of that, the void disturbance caused by the fall of over ten thousand bands of light meant that without a clear target, if he moved too much, he might swim directly into the light beams in the next second.
Once Wu Ling finished preparing, the bands of light made contact.
In the void, silent explosions erupted. The attacks, each comparable to an A-rank Noble Phantasm, struck Wu Ling. First, the golden armor weakened ninety percent of their power. The remaining ten percent was reduced again and again by the skills across his body. The final impact was absorbed into him.
Wu Ling had just stabilized himself when the other nine thousand nine hundred ninety nine beams followed. While defending, he also used everything he had to observe the flow of the surrounding space. Even dodging a few would help.
Three minutes earlier, upon the throne of the Temple of Time, Goetia still maintained Solomon's form and searched for Chaldea's location.
"Chaldea. I will not fail again."
As Goetia murmured, his expression did not change. He looked in one direction. He had detected an unwelcome guest entering this world.
Soon, he understood Wu Ling's existence. When he learned that Wu Ling had been pulled here by willpower to help this world, he smiled.
Goetia was cruelty, malice, and tyranny given shape. Every action he took followed his own desire. The more people sacrificed themselves, the more joy he took in mocking and ridiculing them.
Now, a visitor from another world had come to help the people of this one. That excited Goetia. He had grown used to watching the sacrifices of this world's people. A visitor from another world offered a new flavor.
"His scale is roughly god-king-level. Start with ten thousand shots."
Seated on the throne, Goetia merely moved a finger, and ten thousand beams of light locked onto Wu Ling.
His smile had only just appeared when he finally confirmed Chaldea's location. He turned his gaze in another direction.
"Still summoning, are you? What pointless resistance, Chaldea. But it ends today."
At the same time, inside Chaldea, Doctor Roman stood beside the female Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mash Kyrielight.
"Are you ready, Ritsuka? This is our last chance, and our only chance. Chaldeas has already observed a new world about to collide with ours. If this summoning circle does not respond, or if the Servant we summon is not suited for combat, we may die here."
Fujimaru Ritsuka clenched her right hand. A strange pattern marked the back of that hand: her Command Spells. The Command Spells she had used up in the previous world had been fully restored after she returned to Chaldea. But the Servants she had ordered back then had all failed to return after saving her.
There was no time for grief. She nodded solemnly to Doctor Roman, then stood before the summoning circle. The summoning chant rang from her mouth line by line.
"Let silver and steel be the essence. Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation. Let my great master Schweinorg be the ancestor.
"Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall. Let the four cardinal gates close. Let the three forked road from the crown reach unto the Kingdom.
"Your body shall serve under me. My fate shall be your sword. If you would submit to the call of the Holy Grail and obey this will, this reason, then answer me.
"I shall become all the good in the world. I shall defeat all the evil in the world. From the seventh heaven, attended by the three great words of power, come forth from the ring of restraint, protector of the scales!"
The summoning circle lit up. Fujimaru Ritsuka, Doctor Roman, and the others relaxed slightly. This was reality, not a game. A Mystic Code or a plate of mapo tofu could not appear out of thin air. If the circle lit up, that meant a Heroic Spirit had answered.
Now they had to worry about that Heroic Spirit's combat ability. Becoming a Heroic Spirit was not simple, but given their current situation, an ordinary Heroic Spirit could not break the deadlock. Only someone beyond normal scale, like Karna or Gilgamesh, had a chance.
When the summoning circle dimmed, a Heroic Spirit in golden armor appeared inside it, blood flowing all over his body.
In Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes, that Heroic Spirit first froze. Then, after staring at her for several seconds, he suddenly collapsed unconscious onto the floor.