Holy Grail War? Dragon Ball War

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He let go, causing Tini to fall to the ground, and Belial also heard the eerie sound.

But he just gave his evaluation in such a cold and indifferent manner.

Pretending to be a ghost won't scare him.

I woke up from my sleep because I noticed that the little girl was not in a good condition, so I chased after her.

He didn't bother arguing with the clansmen who tried to stop him on the road; he simply crushed them all.

"Thank you for your help."

Trying not to be misled, Tini gasped for breath.

That was really dangerous!

She was just a hair's breadth away from falling for it.

Although we don't know what will happen in the end, it certainly won't be a good thing.

Even though the land was still trying to get closer to her, she had no fear with Lancer by her side.

I just intend to analyze the anomaly in front of me.

But suddenly, she noticed that Lancer seemed unusually quiet.

Looking back, I saw that the overlord was looking at the entrance with surprise on his face.

"!"

Following her gaze, Tini discovered two unfamiliar figures of light and shadow at the previously empty doorway.

That was not human.

His appearance is closer to that of Lancer when he was transformed into a giant.

Other giants?

Tini recognized those two figures of light and shadow.

Those were giants I had seen in my dreams.

But unlike the immense size of that time, what appeared now was a "giant of light" the same height as Belial.

Its name is

"Trying to kill me again?"

“Hahahahahaha!!!!”

With his hands outstretched and a hearty laugh, Beria was unusually happy.

Although he didn't know who was behind it all, this performance really piqued his interest.

Ultraman Zero.

Ultraman Geed.

Those weren't enemies unfamiliar to Belial; rather, they were the "ends" that had once killed him.

What is before us is not a simple illusion, but a complete revelation of the cause of his "death".

"Then come on!"

"I will tear you to pieces again!"

A cold smile lingered on his face as Belial, facing the two silent figures, grew impatient.

So what if we fight again?

He wasn't afraid.

Dark magic enveloped his entire body, and he gripped the fighting device in his hand. He even charged forward on his own initiative.

…………

"The environment allows, and the magic is sufficient."

"Let them perish freely in this area."

Goetia stood atop a tall building, looking down at the dilapidated city, and said in a deep voice.

Using the Pale Knight's Noble Phantasm, he sublimated it with the Temple of Time, creating this space of death.

Any living thing that touches the territory will encounter its own "death."

The embodiment of something that causes death to others

The Pale Knight's Noble Phantasm, if properly prepared, could even recreate the mythical "End".

Now, he is using it to amplify its influence.

Myths alone are not enough; they must be manifest enough to bring those heroic spirits to their deaths.

This was Goetia's deadly move.

Everything has a time of "death".

This is an unchanging truth in the essence of life.

Once you're tainted by that "death," no matter how powerful you are, it's all in vain.

Revealing its true form, Goetia's demonic body then surveyed the streets of the city.

People died before they could even utter a cry of pain.

This is only natural.

Fragile humans can die from all sorts of situations.

Illness, injury, aging.

These are all standard procedures.

Those heroic spirits will likely experience a "replica of their death" from their previous lives.

It doesn't need to be defeated; simply entangle it to bring it back to "death."

This is the power of "the end".

Its gaze fell upon a certain spot; it had found its target.

"Are you struggling based on the evil of this world?"

"Then let's start with you."

"The Master of Berserker".

After saying that, the tall figure disappeared from the spot.

...............

"Well"

Damn it.

"Even though I don't know who it is, you shouldn't underestimate a writer's determination!"

In the basement, Alexandre Dumas, pale-faced, clutched his chest.

"I saw something I shouldn't have seen again."

"Damn it!"

"This work absolutely must be completed!"

Death was imminent, and he held on for his last breath as he wrote.

Revised Creation

Even though blood was flowing from his mouth, eyes, ears, and nostrils, he still managed to maintain his will to complete the task through sheer willpower.

"boom!"

The table was overturned, and he subsequently fell to the ground.

But the smile on his face hinted at his satisfaction.

"I can't see the current state of the work after it's completed and released."

"That's really something."

"I'm not reconciled."

"brother."

All the reserved magic power was poured into this Noble Phantasm.

"That annoying guy"

"I really hope someone can get rid of this creative jerk."

"Punch me in the face."

The writer, who had finally come to this world and witnessed all sorts of grand events, has now passed away.

The body that vanished as specks of light foreshadowed its end.

Not only him, but the entire city and its surrounding area were being baptized by death.