Ramses II roared, that incompetent assassin dared to chop off his head!
Twice! A full two times!!!!!!!!
He was watching the multiverse projection, and his head got chopped off while he was watching!!
Ramses II swore that if that despicable assassin dared to appear before him, he would use all his power to kill the opponent.
This was his territory, the Pharaoh was omnipotent on earth, and a despicable assassin dared to ambush him!
If the opponent dared to appear before him, Ramses II believed that the opponent would certainly not be his match.
Yes, that's how it should be.
"Lord Ozymandias!!!!"
At this moment, a scream rang out, and a young girl carrying various fruit platters entered the temple. As soon as she came in, she saw Ramses II's head askew.
Even though she called herself an 'unqualified Pharaoh', the current situation clearly showed that Ramses II had been assassinated!!!
This sight made her let out a rather piercing scream.
She was very aware of Ramses II's terrifying power; in the Great Temple, he was an existence infinitely close to a god.
Even if the Knights of the Round Table or the Artoria Pendragon dared to personally arrive at the Great Temple, it would probably be a dead end.
But now, the king, infinitely close to a god, had his head chopped off.
"No need to panic! Nitocris!" Ramses II told the girl not to panic, he wasn't dead yet.
At this moment, Ramses II straightened his head, revealing a rather dangerous expression, was that a warning?
He had just said he was going to find the hero, even if it meant a decisive battle with the People of the Mountain, and the next second his head was chopped off.
'This is a naked... warning.'
Ramses II glanced at the temple entrance. If he were to go out like this and have his head chopped off again, he would surely die.
But he truly wanted to see the hero's heroic combat up close. As the King of Kings, he absolutely could not miss this opportunity.
'I must find a way, otherwise the hero will leave me.'
Aware that an assassin was lurking in the shadows, Ramses II didn't dare speak above a whisper; all he could think about was how to claim the Hero for himself.
Not far from Ramses II, a figure in a skull mask and heavy plate armor, wielding a black-stone greatsword, was watching the multiverse projection.
Azure flames flared in his eyes. After a glance at Ramses II, he strode out through the temple's main entrance without the slightest concealment.
The necessary deterrent delivered, it was time to return.
Chaldea · Command Room.
"This… this is the power of a god."
Thanks to the fast-forward, Dr. Roman had only just seen the Artoria Pendragon's attack. He gasped, then watched as Arash loosed his Noble Phantasm.
The meteor shattered the descending divine punishment and turned into a rainbow shooting star that streaked toward an unknown horizon.
"Worthy of the legendary great hero—he shattered such a terrifying strike at the cost of his own life." Dr. Roman now realized how vital this countdown video was.
No wonder Da Vinci-chan had barred him from watching Magical Merli.
"This is almost certainly intel on the next Singularity. From this footage you'll need to extract every scrap of information you can."
Staff in one hand, Da Vinci smiled at the doctor. "Getting so much intel before we even enter the Singularity is a blessing."
"In a way it's also a curse—because others have access to the multiverse projection as well."
Roman gave a helpless shrug. He knew himself; apart from people like him who spent all day watching 'virtual streamers'…
…any other Master or Servant, told a video was 'highly recommended', would click instantly.
Idle time is wasted time, and watching costs nothing.
Even Roman, once Magical Merli ended her stream, would click on a clip or two.
Which meant the Servants in that Singularity already knew a third faction was coming.
"True—our enemies aren't stupid." Da Vinci nodded slowly, rubbing her chin. "We haven't even entered and both sides are marked? How amusing."
"Yes—thanks to this video." Roman chuckled.
"Huh? Black screen?" While they talked, the monitor went dark after the end of no. 5, Stella.
"Let's check the comments." Roman, accustomed to brief blackouts, naturally switched to the comment section.
The moment it loaded, he spotted a familiar silhouette.
Fujimaru Ritsuka: "I'm on TV! I'M ON TV!!!!!!"
Tatsumi: "Eh? That name—are you the Master who commands the Servants?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka: "Oh! A living Tatsumi! Hi, I'm the Master from Chaldea."
Tatsumi: "Living Tatsumi? No-no, the one in the clip is me yet not me—I haven't inherited Incursio yet."
Fujimaru Ritsuka: "Doesn't matter. Since you're in the video, stay alive, okay? Don't let your comrades die again."
Tatsumi: "I'll get stronger and protect everyone."
"????????"
Roman's head was full of question marks. Fujimaru, we're about to jump to the next Singularity—stop binge-watching omni-anime clips!
With that thought, he left a comment of his own.
Romani Archaman: "Fujimaru Ritsuka, quit watching videos and prep for the next Singularity."
Fujimaru Ritsuka: "Whoa, Doc, you're here too!"
Romani Archaman: "Of course—after no. 5 you've gotta scroll the comments!"
Wise King Gilgamesh: "@Romani Archaman—Oh? What have we here? Chaldea's lot?"
Merlin: "@Romani Archaman Hello, everyone! Your favorite big bro Merlin here—please support Magical Merli on my channel!"
For some reason, the moment Roman posted, two habitual lurkers surfaced.
"!!!!!!"
Roman broke into a cold sweat. Why tag him of all people?
Da Vinci shot him a suspicious look: explain.