When Fiore opened her eyes, she found herself lying on a bed of soft feathers. The pink-haired paladin turned to her with a cheerful grin: "Whew, that was close! Seems even this big guy knows you’re Archer’s Master." Astolfo responded with a bright smile. "Alright, time to counterattack! Let’s go, Hippogriff!" The Hippogriff drooped its head and let out a reluctant cry. If it could speak, it would definitely be protesting its reckless master. That was a fifteen-meter-tall giant! They didn’t have a transformation device, no Ultraman to save the day—didn’t he know what happened to pilots in tokusatsu shows?! "Huh? Hey, c’mon, give it your all!" "Scree—(My reason hasn’t evaporated!)" Amid the thunderous rumble of shifting earth, the giant swung its obsidian sword with deceptive speed. Fiore screamed, abandoning all ladylike decorum, feeling the blade graze past her head—yet she still clutched desperately at her skirt. She knew Astolfo’s true gender! "Wahaha~ This guy’s fast! Hold on tight, or you’ll get thrown off!" Just as the giant prepared to continue its pursuit, it suddenly halted and swung its sword behind it—impact, explosion, the air trembled as residual magical energy scattered in all directions. The massive obsidian blade was stopped mere millimeters from the girl’s helmet. Standing atop the castle walls was Jeanne d’Arc. The stone beneath her feet had been sheared in half by the force of the blow. After confirming her opposition to Amakusa, Jeanne had followed the guidance of "Revelation" and rushed straight to this battlefield. "...To think it’s the ’Primordial Human.’ He really left us with something troublesome." What astonished the others more—her unyielding strength, or the fact that her holy banner hadn’t shattered even after taking the blow head-on? Under Jeanne’s protection, the obsidian sword wouldn’t reach the girl, no matter how many minutes or hours passed. Yet despite this, Jeanne’s expression remained grim. Chiron would never let such an opportunity slip. He immediately drew his bow and fired an arrow with all his might. The projectile struck the giant’s eye, forcing it to stagger back. A battle cry rang out in the distance—Achilles shoved aside the obsidian sword and charged forward in a flash, leaping into the air. The spinning Rider resembled a shooting star as his spear traced a spiral trajectory, smashing into the giant’s knee. The joint shattered instantly, forcing the giant to kneel on one leg. "Teacher! And big sis!" The huntress leapt onto a treetop opposite Chiron. The two archers exchanged a glance before simultaneously drawing their bows with fluid, practiced motions. With a sharp whistle, their arrows flew in perfect unison, aimed at the golem’s eye-like protrusions. But the giant, entrusted with Avicebron’s hopes, was no ordinary golem. Despite maintaining a kneeling posture, the giant Adam effortlessly swatted away the arrow with one hand. This was an astonishing feat. Even with his incomparably massive frame, deflecting a supersonic arrow was an extremely difficult task for any Servant. Even Achilles had struggled to evade Chiron’s tracking during their first encounter. And this was an attack from both Chiron and Atalanta, firing from two different directions. What happened next was even more shocking. The Primordial Giant Adam leaped back to create distance from the Servants, then pulled out the arrow embedded in his eyeball. Instantly, the wound healed as if it had never existed. "Healing... magecraft!?" At this exclamation from an unknown voice, Jeanne d’Arc shook her head with a resigned expression: "No, that’s not it. That... is likely the blessing of the earth itself." As the "Primordial Human," a self-contained Reality Marble, his mere presence transformed the surrounding environment into an alien realm. In this paradise, no injuries or bleeding existed. In other words, the arrow wound became "something that never happened to begin with." "We must defeat him quickly! If the surroundings continue transforming into paradise, he’ll become truly immortal!" Indeed, this land that represented despair for Adam hadn’t yet fully become paradise. That was why the Primordial Giant could still be wounded by arrows, but only for a brief moment. As the power of paradise grew stronger, meaning as long as the giant continued existing in this world, his recovery speed would increase exponentially. It was only natural that Caster Avicebron had retreated with such confidence. Against this absolutely immortal, impregnable giant, humanity likely stood no chance of victory. Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝙣𝙚𝙩 Not even Servants could prevail. "Ugh!" Achilles, who had been darting around to distract the Primordial Giant, suddenly froze mid-movement. The next instant, an obsidian sword cleaved through his waist, sending him flying like a struck baseball. He crashed into a mountainside, coughing up blood. "I’m fine, I can still fight!" Achilles shouted as he struggled to his feet. "Be careful with Adam’s sword! My invulnerability doesn’t work against it!" "That sword is a conceptual weapon manifesting his Reality Marble! Not even Servants can negate its effects!" Like a ghostly shadow, Sakatsuki darted up the giant’s leg and onto his chest. Before Adam could react, Sakatsuki spread his arms as golden lightning crackled behind him, instantly forming an electromagnetic field. Through projection forging, countless weapons gleaming with mystical light took shape before launching like artillery shells into Adam’s eyes. "Moreover, this Primordial Giant is transforming Romania’s land itself, for you three who depend on absorbing leylines to maintain your existence, this has already become a fight to the death!" If Adam succeeded in turning Romania into paradise, Achilles, Atalanta, and Karna would face the crisis of dissipation once again! "▉▉▉——!" The Primordial Giant roared in wounded fury, unhesitatingly slamming its blade against its own body. As soil and debris came crashing down, Sakatsuki turned and stepped into a diamond-shaped space, reappearing instantly beside Jeanne d’Arc. He grabbed her arm and pulled her out of danger. "Thank you!" Jeanne gasped hurriedly before raising her voice. She needed all the heroes present to understand the true threat this giant posed. "Everyone! Adam, the Primordial Giant blessed by the earth, cannot be destroyed as long as his feet remain connected to the ground. Moreover, his size doubles every hour since birth, with a maximum height reaching one kilometer! By that point, even we won’t be able to defeat him!" The giants defeated in various heroic legends were merely average specimens of their kind, but this continuously evolving Primordial Giant was clearly an exception. The Saint’s words put all Servants on high alert, making them cast aside their previous conflicts aside. Former enemies who had fought due to differing allegiances, now facing a great crisis threatening this world—even someone as eccentric as Astolfo understood what needed to be done now. Though they battled each other for the Holy Grail, at their core they remained Heroic Spirits, the pride engraved in human history. "The situation is as you see! To regulate this Holy Grail War, I ask you to set aside past grudges and cooperate temporarily. We absolutely cannot allow the Primordial Giant to succeed—absolutely! So let me lend you all my strength!" Jeanne raised her left hand high and proclaimed in a clear voice: "By my authority as Ruler Jeanne d’Arc, I command all Servants gathered here through my Command Spell!" Crimson wings like those of an angel unfurled behind Jeanne, illuminating the faces of every Servant present. "Defeat the Primordial Giant—Adam!"