178: Chapter 178 Meteorite Arrival

"The seventh magic bullet will inevitably strike the one 'most beloved' in the shooter's heart..."

PD repeated Professor Moriarty's words in a daze, looking up at the meteor drawing closer in the sky; he was completely numb.

"What the hell, you wiped memories just to exploit this causality bug?!"

"You call this the Napoleon of Crime? You're practically the grandmaster of exploiting conceptual bugs!"

It wasn't just PD; at this very moment in the Shark Stream Room, after a brief silence, the style of the comments took a bizarre turn.

While the tens of thousands of viewers were shocked by this god-tier foreshadowing, they subtly sensed something else entirely.

"Holy crap, even though this old man is evil, but... how come I feel like this is kind of romantic?"

"To pull a meteor down to crush you, I first brainwash myself to fall madly in love with you and cherish you!"

"Good grief, the deepest schemes hide the purest bonds! Is this the hardcore confession unique to villains?!"

"LMAO, Old Thief Gu, you're acting weird! Old man-brand ML? I'll ship this CP first!"

"I ship it, I ship it! For you, I'm even willing to shatter the entire Earth! What kind of beautiful love is this!"

Looking at the outrageous comments flooding the screen with "I ship it," PD almost spat a mouthful of blood onto the monitor.

"Ship your heads! I'm about to be smashed into meat paste by this meteor of 'love'!"

At this moment, the atmosphere high above was already friction-ignited into a dazzling blaze.

That asteroid, known as Bennu, was carrying world-ending kinetic energy, emitting a deafening roar as it ruthlessly descended toward Shinjuku!

The high temperature made the top floor of the Gun Tower feel like purgatory.

"There's no time to listen to this crazy old man's nonsense here!"

Emiya Alter let out a cold snort, not bothering at all to deal with the disintegrating Professor Moriarty.

His figure flashed as he charged directly toward the open-air platform at the very top of the building.

"Let's go!"

Saber Alter also said nothing, her legs exerting force as she leaped onto the rooftop like a bolt of black lightning, following closely behind.

The wild wind whipped at their clothes; facing that massive celestial body capable of wiping out the entire city, there was not a hint of fear in the eyes of the two Alter Servants.

"Relying solely on the output of the holy sword, even if it can melt the center of the meteor, the scattered massive fragments will still destroy the defense line."

Emiya Alter raised his pistols with both hands, his magic circuits instantly overloading.

"I will compress my Reality Marble to the limit and fire it into the interior of the meteor as bullets to completely shatter it from within!"

"Leave the remaining fragments to you."

Saber Alter did not speak, only gripping the pitch-black holy sword tightly with both hands, pouring all of her mana into the blade without reservation.

That black aurora, representing destruction and reversal, compressed and roared frantically upon the blade!

"Unlimited Blade Works... Lost Works!"

Emiya Alter roared, his twin guns firing wildly!

Countless armor-piercing rounds, imbued with the concept of the sword, shot into the sky against the meteor's trajectory, precisely drilling into the asteroid's interior.

"Boom—!!!"

Accompanying the violent internal detonation, that originally massive meteor suddenly shattered in mid-air, turning into tens of thousands of burning fragments, like a world-ending rain of fire!

"Now!"

Saber Alter leaped high, facing that sky full of fire, and swung the holy sword in her hand that devoured all light.

"Strike, Death Blow, Reversal of the Rising Sun—!"

"Excalibur Morgan!!!"

A black torrent blocking out the sky, like a giant scythe sweeping across the night, instantly vaporized those falling meteor fragments with overwhelming force!

Boom!!!

The black aurora and the remaining rain of fire collided violently in the air, erupting into a blinding light that caused the entire world to lose its color.

Meanwhile, in the ruined office below.

PD used his arms to block the blinding light, gasping for air.

Not far from him, Professor Moriarty, having exhausted his last bit of strength, was leaning helplessly against a broken load-bearing wall.

The old man had already been defeated once before, and then forcibly used the over-spec magic bullet shooter ability.

At this moment, his spirit origin was riddled with holes and would dissipate at any time; he posed no threat at all.

Professor Moriarty did not look up to see the magnificent interception battle in the sky; he knew that with those two top-tier Servants present, his final struggle would most likely be neutralized.

But he still smiled, smiling like a mischievous child who had finally completed a prank.

"Cough, cough..."

The old man coughed up blood mixed with specks of magic, his murky eyes looking toward PD in front of him.

"This round... I have lost."

"However, Master of Chaldea..."

Professor Moriarty's voice grew weaker and weaker, yet his tone carried a hint of complex emotion.

"Having experienced this finale of betrayal and lies, and after knowing that everything was a trap I set..."

"Do you regret choosing to trust and take along this old man on the streets of Shinjuku back then?"

This soul-searching question left PD stunned in place.

The tens of thousands of viewers in the stream also fell silent at this moment.

Do they regret it?

If they hadn't saved this old man, there wouldn't have been this series of perilous death traps.

But if they hadn't saved this old man, how could they have cut through thorns and thistles all the way, witnessing so many magnificent epics?

PD took a deep breath, just about to open his mouth to answer.

"Kwahahahaha—!!!"

A burst of wild, arrogant, iconic laughter, carrying endless flames of vengeance and unbridled madness, echoed without warning from the stairwell downstairs!

This laughter was extremely piercing, instantly tearing through the slightly sentimental atmosphere in the office.

The moment they heard this sound, the comments in the stream paused abruptly, and then flooded the screen like a volcanic eruption!

"Holy crap! This laughter!"

"It's him! That man has arrived!"

"Is it you?! My most beloved accomplice!"

Accompanied by heavy footsteps and burning eerie green flames.

A slender figure wearing a dark green cloak and a top hat strode out from the shadows with an unbothered, swaggering gait!

It was none other than The Count of Monte Cristo, Edmond Dantès!

"Are you still troubled by this boring scam, my accomplice!"

The Count's eyes flashed with cold light. Behind him, Jeanne dArc Alter, burning with black flames and having just broken out of the sea of tentacles on the bottom floor, was dragging a tattered battle flag with an irritable look on her face.

"So noisy, I was almost suffocated to death by those disgusting tentacles! If I don't burn this place to ashes today, I'm not going back!"

On the other side of Jeanne dArc Alter, there followed a blue-haired young boy holding a tablet, his face written with displeasure.

Andersen pushed up his glasses and gave a cold sneer.

"What a terrible third-rate script; old man of the criminal world, your long and boring suspense drama should have ended long ago!"

The strongest Avenger alliance, at this moment, finally assembled in full force at the Gun Tower!