Who Says You Can't Stab Someone to Death Without a Gun Barrel? / Head to the Docks for Some Fries
"The wind blows south, then turns north, constantly spinning, and eventually returning to its original path."
What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun.
The light emanating from the Longinus Spear shone even brighter, and the Rhongomyniad, hovering in the air, so intensely that it even attracted the gaze of the Ancestor of Dead Apostles.
What are those dogs and donkeys in the Church trying to do?
A sense of unease spread. The Church's stated reason for coming here was simply that a Cardinal had been murdered in the street, and such a disgrace had to be washed away.
But is such a matter really worth the Pope's personal presence on the front lines? And even more so, the need to bring out such a Sacred Relic that can be considered Noble Phantasm.
The Ancestor of Dead Apostles, unwilling to waste their time in the battle between the two monsters, decided to cause some trouble with the Church instead.
Whatever the Church does, it won't be a good thing for them anyway.
"The generations that have passed are forgotten, and the generations to come will not be remembered by those who come after."
"I have seen all that is done under the sun; it is all vanity, a chasing after the wind."
"I also focused my attention on discerning wisdom, arrogance, and folly."
The spear that once slept for a thousand years has finally awakened. It opened its "eyes" and once again sought the bloodline of those it had killed. Now it has returned.
A golden meteor soared from the ground into the sky. It saw the "beast" capable of destroying the world, it saw Gaia's retinue, it saw saints wielding swords in battle, it saw the angel of death standing with a sword in hand, it saw... the blood and bones of God.
A meteor fell, carrying an irresistible force as it hurtled towards Chris.
"Keep an eye on the coffin."
The Old Man of the Mountain entrusted the coffin to Da Vinci for safekeeping, and at the same time grabbed Chris and fled. He could not allow anything to happen to this last bloodline, but the Longinus Spear behind them was not about to give up.
As the last descendant of Jesus, Chris wouldn't have been afraid of these things if she still held the Six Royal Authorities. But now that the Six Royal Authorities has been handed over to someone else, even the slightest wound from this gun would cause enormous damage.
"Clang~"
Just as the Longinus Spear approached, the Old Man of the Mountain drew his sword, deflecting the menacing spear, but it struck again moments later.
The Longinus Spear will not spare the bloodline of the gods; this is almost etched into the rules of the world. No matter how the Old Man of the Mountain tries to stop it, he cannot change the outcome; he can only delay the inevitable.
Has the Old Man of the Mountain run out of options?
No, there is actually a way: to gather the three Stigmata and allow the power of the gods to reappear in this world.
Now that two Stigmata are on Fujimaru Kyoya, if the Rhongomyniad kills Fujimaru Kyoya, then the three Stigmata will be completed. The Rhongomyniad stopped because it had achieved its goal.
The only problem is that Fujimaru Kyoya is not of Blood of God, yet he has usurped divine authority.
The first Stigmata was a divine gift, something she was born with. The second Stigmata was Chris voluntarily gave up, so there was no backlash. This was already the limit that a saint could withstand.
If he were to bear the third Stigmata, he would gain divine power, which would be a complete transgression. Could he pass the test of the gods and be resurrected?
This is a question that no one can answer.
No answer is needed.
The Old Man of the Mountain sensed a figure approaching him at great speed, and the aura it exuded felt familiar.
"I'm leaving Chris in your care."
Blood flowed from the wound on Fujimaru Kyoya's back, his clothes were tattered, and ninety percent of the Black Keys that Da Vinci had given him were destroyed, leaving only a red scarf that remained intact.
"Take care of yourself, Chris."
Fujimaru Kyoya tore off his scarf and returned it to Chris, then stepped onto the Old Man of the Mountain's shoulder and headed towards the shooting star.
"Etc."
Chris gripped the scarf in her hand, watching as Fujimaru Kyoya charged directly towards the Rhongomyniad. They met in mid-air, locked in a stalemate, and finally both landed on the ground.
"Thump~"
The world fell silent at that moment; no one had imagined that the final outcome would be like this.
Thus came to an end the most formidable enemy of the Dead Apostle and the True Ancestor since their inception, while the Church could not understand why the Rhongomyniad stopped its attack after killing this man.
After a brief silence, the world descended into chaos.
Chapter 222 Who Says You Can't Kill Someone Without a Gun Barrel Immortality? (55/112)
The Longinus Spear has been fired; it must be stopped.
The divine Revelation reached Fujimaru Kyoya's mind, and in that instant, he also saw the golden "meteor" rising from the ground.
The Longinus Spear —as a seasoned EVA fan, how could he not know its name?
Without a second thought, Fujimaru Kyoya knew exactly who the Rhongomyniad was aimed at.
[You abandoned your fight with Arcueid, even though it would leave you with a huge opening, and decided to turn and leave.]
[Your back was instantly pierced by countless sharp blades. You could even imagine the astonished expression on the face of the pure white princess. A warrior bearing wounds on his back should be a disgrace, yet you cared nothing for it.]
[Your fight is solely to protect something; you haven't forgotten that, so you won't put the cart before the horse.]
As his own life was dwindling, Fujimaru Kyoya could sense Arcueid's bewilderment, but at this moment he was nothing more than a heartless machine.
Even with doubts, Arcueid showed no mercy. Faced with such a huge opening and the pain from the groin kick earlier, Arcueid was determined to get revenge in one fell swoop.
Despite having his heart pierced, his brain severed, and his limbs severed from his body, none of these difficulties could stop Fujimaru Kyoya. Relying on his powerful regenerative abilities, he continuously repaired his wounds and ran, finally leaping into the air.
The red scarf fluttered in the wind; it had been knitted by a young girl and given to Fujimaru Kyoya, and now it had returned to that girl's hands.
"Etc."
Chris reached out as if trying to catch the departing figure, but in an instant the two had separated, and the golden spearhead came hurtling towards them.
Who says you Immortality kill someone without a gun barrel?
Fujimaru Kyoya understood that deflecting the attack like the Old Man of the Mountain had done before was pointless; the only way was to make the opponent stop.
Just as the spearhead of the Longinus Spear reached Fujimaru Kyoya, he stretched out his hands and slapped the sides of the spearhead, then clenched his fists in an attempt to force it to stop.
Is this useful?
It's useless.
The Longinus Spear was meant for Chris, the last bloodline of the gods. No matter how many times it was thwarted, no matter what forces tried to restrict it, it would break through all obstacles to reach its destination.
To erase the bloodline of God from this world.
[You mustered all your strength, trying to stop the gun you were holding, but it seemed to possess an inexhaustible power, and you were powerless to stop it.]
With his flesh torn open, he knew his bones wouldn't last long either. Fujimaru Kyoya watched the Longinus Spear draw ever closer to his body, but he remained calm and composed, showing no panic.
If you can't hold on with your hands, then use your muscles to grip it. If your muscles can't grip it, then use your ribs to hold it in place. If your ribs are pierced, then use your heart to cushion the blow. Even if it means giving up your life here, it's the same.
Fix it, fix it, damn it, fix it for me!
Fujimaru Kyoya continued to use the power of "Flock" and "Immortality," and even though the spear tip had pierced his heart and the pain was drilling into his mind, he did not stop.
This wasn't about surviving, but about using my own body to block this attack.
"Thump~"
Fujimaru Kyoya landed on the ground, and the Rhongomyniad seemed to have lost its power as well. It pierced into Fujimaru Kyoya's body, but could not break through his solid and constantly repairing flesh.
It was sealed tightly within that heart.
"Flagg."
Chris approached Fujimaru Kyoya, and as she touched the man's body, his body, which had been standing on the ground, collapsed.
The power of the Royal Authority seemed to have been exhausted, and blood began to flow uncontrollably.
Chris didn't know what to do, so she could only use the scarf in her hand to cover her wound, while looking at the Old Man of the Mountain hoping he could offer a solution, but...
"I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do this time."
That's right, this is no longer something the Old Man of the Mountain can interfere with. Three Stigmata appearing on the wrong person at the same time is such an overstepping act that there is basically no chance of survival.
"No... it's not true. He said this is the last time. After this battle, we'll..."
Chris was sobbing uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face and mingling with her blood. Da Vinci also came up to examine Fujimaru Kyoya's body, and it was clear that he was dead.
This unexpected turn of events was something no one had anticipated.
The Church immediately led all its forces to charge in. Their original goal was to kill Chris, but now they had only lost an ignorant saint, a result that the Church could not accept.
If Chris escapes this time, when will we find her or her descendants again?
It took 1,400 years to find just one Chris; how many more 1,400-year periods does the Church have left?
Even if the Dead Apostle and True Ancestor are present this time, even if it costs him his life, it doesn't matter.
The Church can elect another Pope if it loses one, and it doesn't matter if Cardinal die out, as long as the faith on this land remains, the Church can rise from the ruins countless times.
I absolutely... must kill her.
The elderly Pope led the charge, leaving the Dead Apostle and True Ancestor bewildered. But with their greatest threat dead, it seemed quite interesting that they would then rip off the Pope's head in one fell swoop.
Chaos erupted, and this should have been the perfect opportunity for Chris to escape, but she seemed completely lost and didn't know what to do.
The Old Man of the Mountain understood her feelings and waited for the girl to vent. Anyway, with him there, she could leave whenever she wanted.
Why is this happening? Everyone is leaving me.
Chris felt helpless. After her grandfather passed away, Fujimaru Kyoya was the only person who treated her unconditionally well and was her closest person.
Da Vinci and she were teacher and student; their relationship was one of respect, and even had a bit of a close friendship.
The Old Man of the Mountain was her elder and her junior, but the Old Man of the Mountain, as the elder, always maintained a proper distance because of Chris's status.
As for Fujimaru Kyoya's parents, they were like fanatics facing Son of God; they wouldn't care even if it cost their own son his life, just to keep Chris alive.
Only this person is different, but why...?
Do you want to win him back?
The world fell silent, its vibrant colors shrouded in gray, as if time had stood still, while a ray of light pierced the clouds high in the sky.
A White Dove landed on a woman's shoulder.
The woman smiled at Chris; that was... Mary Magdalene.
Chapter 223 Going to the Dock to Order Fries 56/112
The White Dove descended from the sky, its wings shimmering as it landed on earth, and then it said:
"Where are the fries? Glug glug..."
The sacred atmosphere vanished the moment the White Dove opened its beak, and at the same time, it was being choked by a woman, and it seemed it would soon pass out.
That's enough.
Chris, who was just immersed in the atmosphere of sadness, almost stopped. According to the Bible, this White Dove is the incarnation of God... This God is a bit too unreliable, isn't he?
"I'm not God, I'm just the Holy Spirit."
The White Dove broke free from Mary's grasp, avoiding the risk of being strangled. Moreover, it saw through Chris's inner thoughts and corrected them.
"But isn't the Holy Spirit God?"
Given Chris's education, it's impossible that she wouldn't know what the "Trinity" is.
This theory implies that the Holy Father (Yahweh), the Son (Jesus), and the Holy Spirit (the power of Miracle) are one and the same being.
The Church today also uses this as a basis to attribute Divinity to Jesus; Yahweh is Jesus, and Jesus is Yahweh, even though they are father and son.
"It's quite complicated to explain, but you can simply understand it as me not being the whole of God."
The White Dove didn't seem to want to delve into the details of the "Trinity" concept, after all, it had only come down to the dock to get some fries.
Things like scripture debate can be left to the believers.
"To make a long story short, even a favored saint is still essentially a mortal. With three Stigmata converging on his body, there is no other possibility but death. He's completely hopeless now."
White Dove landed on Fujimaru Kyoya's corpse. It still missed the days when this guy would pray for it for twenty minutes every day, but unfortunately, that opportunity would be gone forever.
"However, it's not impossible for you to save him if you want to."
"Really?"
Chris asked anxiously, having already accepted the possibility that the White Dove before her might be her ancestor; she only hoped to save the people she cared about.
"Of course, this world is full of Miracle and Magic, but are you prepared to pay the price for Miracle to Magic?"