Please Go Die / Reverse Light Sword

Although Artoria obtained Avalon, it was merely a defensive Noble Phantasm, while Cú Chulainn had to dodge countless attacks, so his primary focus was on defense.

Of course, Jason was the most pathetic of them all.

"Why... why do I have to suffer like this?"

Jason never wanted to participate in the Holy Grail War. This wasn't to say that he had no regrets in his life, but rather that he knew he was simply too weak.

Jason was able to obtain the Golden Fleece entirely thanks to the help of his brothers and women; without them, he would have been nothing.

"I already told you I'm weak, so why did this mess have to fall on my shoulders?"

Being expected of something by someone for no reason is probably what Jason hates most.

The Black Mud began to spread. These things were already under Solomon's control, and coupled with the fact that the Demon God Pillar were basically immobile, the Black Mud bypassed the location of the Demon God Pillar and invaded more land.

The space for dodging is gradually shrinking. Once there is no room to dodge, it will become a matter of fighting head-on with the Demon God Pillar under the Black Mud and its beam cannon.

The difference in Mana between the two sides is enormous; that would be the worst possible outcome.

If all the land is eroded away, then they will have to fight those Demon God Pillar in the Black Mud, which is almost impossible.

"Gilgamesh, isn't there a better way?"

Artoria possesses Avalon's immunity to the Black Mud, but once that completely defensive Barrier is activated, she will be unable to attack the Demon God Pillar, which would be no different from being eliminated.

"I wouldn't want to if I could, but even if I used some Noble Phantasm, they would still be corroded by the Black Mud, and in the end, it would still only be a temporary solution."

If there were a ship, Gil could certainly provide one, but his Noble Phantasm would be contaminated by the Black Mud, serving no purpose other than to prolong their deaths.

Not to mention that the Black Mud might seep up the hull and corrode Gil himself; if something happened to him, the balance of the war would tip.

Besides, if we really had to choose a ship, there's someone more suitable than him right now.

"I already told you, don't have too many expectations of me."

Even as Jason dodged, he could sense Gil's condescending gaze; clearly, the young King of Heroes had seen through the true nature of his Noble Phantasm.

Although he didn't want to bear too many expectations, Jason did not choose to run away when responsibility came.

Whether it was vying for the throne, obtaining the Golden Fleece, or his current predicament, Jason would never back down now that things had come to this, though he was somewhat afraid.

Unlike other Heroic Spirit, whose Noble Phantasm are mostly under their control, Jason's Noble Phantasm is different.

The only thing he could boast about in his life was that magnificent journey; the most glorious moment of his life was simply bringing together a group of strong individuals.

When the ship reached its destination, Jason had obtained the Golden Fleece, but the crew was torn apart and had lost the heroic spirit they had when they set sail.

Jason's strength lies not in himself but in his crew. But now that Jason is calling upon them, will they still come to his aid?

To help a man who deceived a woman's feelings, ultimately leading to the destruction of his family and a ridiculous death.

"Fine, the worst that can happen is I'll just embarrass myself."

Jason watched as the area Servant could move became smaller and smaller, and he realized that he really couldn't continue to slack off. No one had the spare capacity to help him.

Even with only one empty ship, Jason was determined to establish a foothold for his current Servant.

Even though we were on land, the sound of ocean waves filled our ears, and the air was filled with the distinctive salty smell of the sea. An ancient ship sailed in from afar and landed fearlessly on the Black Mud.

"This is my Radiant Ship."

Jason leaped onto the deck first, but the deck was empty; not a single crew member was there waiting for the captain.

"Just as I thought, I've disappointed you."

Jason apologized to Artoria and Cú Chulainn behind him, explaining that it was precisely because he foresaw this possibility that Jason had refused to use his Noble Phantasm.

It is said that once he accepts his own weakness, he becomes invincible.

But when he saw the disappointment in his companions' eyes, this indescribable feeling still deeply broke his defenses.

"It's alright, at least with this ship we have a place to stand."

Cú Chulainn immediately recognized that the erosion had begun when the Argo fell into the Black Mud.

Jason's smile was strained, partly because he had no crew to help him, and partly because he was being eroded by the Black Mud.

If Gil had also used a ship-shaped Noble Phantasm, he would probably have ended up in the same situation. Jason is relatively weak, so he is the most suitable person to wield this Noble Phantasm.

"Although we're comrades now, you were looking down on Jason a bit just now, weren't you?"

It was a young man's voice. The unfamiliar voice suddenly appeared behind Cú Chulainn, startling him. When he turned around, he could see the other person's true face.

He was a handsome young man with bronze skin, carrying a longbow on his back, and the arrows in his quiver gave Cú Chulainn a sense of danger.

"While it doesn't matter if you look down on Jason as a person, he is now the captain of the Argo. Looking down on him is tantamount to looking down on us."

From the highest mast of the ship, the voice of a cat-eared girl rang out. An arrow was already nocked on the bowstring, waiting only for the right moment to shoot at the target.

As for whether her target is Cú Chulainn or the Demon God Pillar, only she herself knows.

One by one, figures appeared on the deck, smiling at Jason as if they were just friends who were late for an appointment.

According to legend, on the Argol, a ship teeming with heroes Heracles was in charge of the forward cabin, while Peleus, father of Peleus, and Telamon, father Ajax Achilles, were in charge of the rear cabin.

Zeus's sons Castor and Polydeuces merely sailors, and Orpheus's song traveled far and wide on the waves.

Menoetius, Theseus, Pirithous, Hylas...

One by one, the Servant arrived, settling aboard the Argo once more, ready to embark on another adventure, another long voyage.

Chapter 183 Please Go Die 36/102

"Sister Illya, where's brother?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka has been playing with this older sister Illya these past few days. There have been quite a few people at Tohsaka's house these days, but today there are none of them.

Even my brother is gone. Where did they go?

"They'll be here soon, Ritsuka, don't worry."

As a Master, Illya is by no means weak, and in theory, her combat power should not be "wasted" like this. However, as one of only two Lesser Grail, she absolutely cannot be allowed to fall into Solomon.

Even though Shinji Matou understood that in a desperate situation, the group might have to destroy the Lesser Grail, which was Matou Sakura, he still didn't stop them.

It wasn't that Shinji Matou and Emiya Shirou abandoned her; rather, they decided to go all out to defeat Solomon, as only then would there be a chance to save Matou Sakura.

"Ritsuka, are you going to find your brother?"

A soft female voice came from outside, and Illya immediately went on high alert. At this time, everyone in Fuyuki City should have left except for the Magecraft, and those who were still in Fuyuki City were obviously not good people.

"Don't be so wary, I'm here to help you."

Kishinami Hakuno appeared in the room quite abruptly, a movement that Illya couldn't comprehend at all. Illya couldn't possibly do something like this, which allowed her to disregard the Tohsaka Family's Barrier.

This put a lot of pressure on Illya.

"Sister Qihuang."

Fortunately, Fujimaru Ritsuka hadn't forgotten this beautiful older sister; her childlike nature told her that this older sister was a good person.

"Ritsuka, how about I take you to find your brother?"

"Wait, don't you know how dangerous it is over there?"

Illya quickly pulled Fujimaru Ritsuka behind her; this suddenly appearing woman was too dangerous, and the Fuyuki Church was in complete chaos at the moment.

Even though they were at the Tohsaka Family, they could feel the violent magical Mana coming from that direction.

"We have to get there. Even if Brother Fujimaru defeats Caster, he still won't be able to deal with the Black Mud or save you and Matou Sakura. Only if we get there will he have a chance to succeed."

"What exactly do you know?"

Illya was certain she had never seen this person before, and confirmed that this person was not a participant in the Holy Grail War, so why did she know so much?

"I don't know anything, I only know what I do know."

Kishinami Hakuno gently rubbed the Relic in her hand. Ever since she learned that special method of Zen meditation from Fujimaru Kyoya, she seemed to be able to communicate with this Relic.

This feeling was truly wondrous; the connection with the High Monk propelled Kishinami's spiritual progress by leaps and bounds, and he had now mastered several Buddhist Divine Powers.

When combined with the Destiny Perception Heavenly Eye, Kishinami Hakuno's Clairvoyance is no less than that of any Sage in history; she is like a saint of this era.

This talent is second to none.

"This feeling... did I misjudge your strength?"

The reactions of each Servant emanated from the sea of Black Mud, Solomon, connected to the Demon God Pillar's vision, immediately understood the origin of these Servant.

Jason, the Servant always kept a low profile.

Because he had not demonstrated his true abilities, Solomon made a misjudgment—no... the interference from the Clairvoyance made it difficult for Solomon, who firmly believed in the Clairvoyance, to consider further possibilities.

This was a consequence of his reliance on Clairvoyance during his lifetime, which only became apparent now. In contrast, Fujimaru Kyoya was less likely to use his Destiny Perception in dangerous situations.

For him, this was nothing more than a factor used to interfere with actual combat judgment. It was fine to use it before a battle, but during the battle, he only trusted what he saw and his intuition.

"Don't you want to ask what's going on outside?"

Solomon couldn't understand why, no matter what kind of attack he used, no matter what changes occurred outside, even if his companions might die in the next second, or even if his companions might win in the next second, the person in front of him still showed no emotional fluctuation.

All emotions were suppressed, with only a slight killing intent revealed when it was time to kill the enemy.

"Why should I care about those things? Doing my job well is the best I can do for them."

Defeating Solomon is not something one person can do alone. Everyone has their own role, and the failure of one person means the defeat of the whole team, let alone Fujimaru Kyoya who faces Solomon head-on.

Fujimaru Kyoya said the same thing, and he did it just as well. He was constantly looking for Solomon's weaknesses, like right now...

The instant Solomon's Command Seal was drawn, Fujimaru Kyoya drew his spear again, nearly piercing Solomon. This was due to the flaw he had discovered, and also thanks to Jason.

"The pressure from the outside world seems to be considerable, and your Mana is being depleted significantly."

Although it's unclear who put so much pressure on Solomon, the high frequency of clashes would inevitably lead to Solomon transferring his Mana to the Demon God Pillar, resulting in a depletion of his own Mana.

Even with Command Seal replenishing his Mana, Fujimaru Kyoya was able to catch that gap of less than a second.

Of course, this does not mean that he has the upper hand.

There are four Command Seal left.

Solomon glanced at the number of his Command Seal and knew that continuing to delay would not do him much good.

Jason's Master is Shinji Matou. Logically speaking, having summoned so many Servant to help him at once Shinji Matou, as the Master, should not have been able to continue fighting.

But this guy has been fighting with modern technology from beginning to end. He has enough High Explosive Grenade in a trench coat to spare after he runs out of AK47 bullets. He shouldn't be at the point of using Mana to fight anytime soon.

We can't delay any longer.

The Knuckle Duster Ten Rings self-defense, have once again left Solomon's hands, signifying his complete abandonment of close combat and his strategy of stalling for time.

Mana gathered on the ring, and the extremely high concentration of Mana brought high temperature. A blazing white light emerged from the ring. This time, it would naturally be a beam cannon comparable to the Enuma Elish, since Fujimaru Kyoya give him that chance.

This time it's a smaller beam with lower mana consumption, but it can be fired continuously.

We cannot lose.

Even though Solomon had no emotions, it didn't mean he lacked self-awareness. He was able to limit his power throughout his life and not make decisions for humanity, which was a manifestation of his "self".

The All the World's Evil can only be resolved by him at this moment; none of the Master present currently possess the ability to eliminate this evil.

If Solomon were to stand idly by like his Tachibana-senpai when such a crisis befalls the world, then he would be unworthy of being a king.

"I'm sorry, but could you please just die?"

Ten beams of white light shot out, each one grazing Fujimaru Kyoya's vitals; after all, the player's death wouldn't prevent the Master's demise.

Solomon showed no mercy.

"Don't apologize, because I will definitely not be the one who dies."

As the mist churned, Fujimaru Kyoya realized that his opponent was determined to settle the score, so he had to respond properly.

Chapter 184 The Reverse Light Sword

The sky was covered with dark clouds, obscuring the sun's light. The occasional thunderclaps sounded like the roar of the gods. Heroes who had long been dead were now sailing their ships on the black "ocean," battling "sea monsters." This mythical story was actually unfolding before our eyes.

"Did Jason do these?"

Illya stared in disbelief at everything before her, even more incredulous that the unreliable Jason possessed such power.

At the same time, she also saw a figure. Although it no longer had the usual ferocity and monstrous muscles, she was absolutely certain that she recognized the figure.