Dealing with the Three Apostles and Kirschtaria's Choice

"Oh?

So you're saying it's easy for you?

Olgamarie Marie's sinister voice rang out, and one could easily guess what kind of expression she had on her face.

"Really."

Gwen flicked his hand, his gaze piercing through the flames of the magical bombardment, fixing on Olgamarie's ashen face—

"Eat my Personality Correction Fist!"

Before he finished speaking, Gwen had already arrived beside Olgamarie, and his Light Speed Fist slammed down on her head.

He doesn't know how to use the Personality Correction Fist, but his big, hard fists can fill in.

Olgamarie, who was about to continue her verbal sparring when Gwen launched a sneak attack, took the full force of the punch and was slammed from mid-air to the side of the remaining Fantasy Tree.

"You... ah!"

"Mmm... uh..."

Olgamarie wanted to curse, but under the continuous barrage of golden fist shadows, she didn't even have a chance to stand up.

A barrage of Light Speed Fist rained down on her, as if he were using a strict father's loving care to help her regain her Remembrance.

Chapter 667 The Choice Between Dealing with the Three Apostles and Kirschtaria

Olgamarie, the Alien God, naturally wouldn't just passively endure Gwen's punches; she fought back fiercely.

However, Gwen's simple act of using the Authority of Restraint combined with the Cosmo Suppression technique he learned from the old Pope Sage made it extremely difficult for Olgamarie to even mobilize her magic. All her resistance against Gwen was in vain.

After Gwen effortlessly dodged her final, desperate counterattack, Olgamarie, unable to bear the blow and feeling deeply insulted, collapsed from internal and external distress and fainted without a sound.

"It can't even hold on that long?"

Gwen poked the unconscious Olgamarie to make sure she was truly unconscious and not just putting on a show, then he put her down.

Although Gwen had dealt her a severe beating, Olgamarie's injuries were mostly to the peculiar, Alien God -like horns and strange features on her body; as for herself...

At least there weren't many injuries visible on his face, and even his somewhat outstanding features were hidden by his thick hair.

"If they're still not awake after this, it seems we'll need a second phase of treatment."

I'll take some time later to extract his soul and see if it's been cursed. I'll also get Little Da Vinci, Shion, and Morgan together for a three-way consultation...

If all else fails, bring Goetia over too; I sensed his presence lingering near Dr. Roman earlier.

With that in mind, Gwen began to unceremoniously place Sealing Spell on Olgamarie—

He could beat Olgamarie, but that doesn't mean others could.

If things go wrong, Olgamarie, after waking up and going berserk, might stage a tragedy where "the plan to destroy Chaldea was carried out by Olgamarie."

While setting up the seal on Olgamarie, Gwen glanced to the side out of the corner of his eye—

That was the spot where Olgamarie had just thrown the final blow, which he had dodged. Now, nothing was left there but an ominous magical aura that would make any ordinary person dizzy just by looking at it.

As for Beryl, who had just sneaked over there, intending to launch another surprise attack on Europa and completely seize all of its power...

It was clearly dead, leaving not even ashes.

Once he was certain that the bastard Beryl had been dealt with, Gwen turned his gaze away and picked up the sealed Olgamarie.

"Senior, the director, she..."

Seeing that the battle was over, Fujimaru Ritsuka, who had pulled Mash forward, looked at the unconscious Olgamarie with a hint of hesitation on her face.

Of all the Chaldea present, except for the later Holmes, everyone knew Olgamarie better than she did.

Moreover, in her interactions with the other party, she rarely received kind words in return.

However, after her brief encounter in Fuyuki City and subsequent conversations with the Chaldea staff, Fujimaru Ritsuka revised her attitude towards the director.

Now, unexpectedly seeing each other again in this way, Fujimaru Ritsuka felt deeply conflicted.

"It's her, but there's been a problem. We're not sure if it's just simple amnesia or if someone has tampered with her. We'll take a look when we have time."

Gwen handed Olgamarie to Mash, offering a casual explanation. He nodded to Seele and Adele, who had followed him, without saying anything more, and then turned to look in the other direction—

"Apostles of Alien God, your god has been taken prisoner."

"The saying goes, 'A subject should die for his lord.' Aren't you prepared to put that into practice?"

"Although as God's apostles, we should shoulder the responsibility of protecting God, it seems that only death can atone for our sins now."

Rasputin, or rather Kirei Kotomine, sighed heavily.

As he spoke, Kirei Kotomine raised his hand, seemingly preparing to commit suicide.

"Seeing Olga beaten up like this, I can sense that you're secretly enjoying it."

"Alright, I'll see you off. If you ever have the chance to go back, please give my regards to Kallen."

Seeing this, Gwen pointed a finger at Kirei Kotomine before the magical energy in his hand could fully manifest, extinguishing Kirei's life force at its source.

Who knows if letting this guy commit suicide would be a shift from the open to the covert, so Gwen chose to do it himself.

"Oh?

"How could someone like you possibly have any dealings with that child?"

Golden Spiritron Light emanated from his body. Kirei Kotomine's expression didn't change much, but he looked at Gwen with slight surprise.

Well...

You guess?"

When confronted with the question from the pleasure criminal, Gwen's answer was also quite pleasant.

"Ha ha...

It seems you are quite familiar with my kind of existence...

Amidst laughter, Kirei Kotomine vanished from this world completely; both his spiritual power and his physical body were utterly annihilated.

"So, what's next is..."

Gwen turned his gaze to Ashiya Douman on the other side, only to find that the guy had already committed suicide while he was making fun of Kirei Kotomine.

Fine, let him run away. He's a pathetic thing that wants to become Human Evil but has no human love. Let him go.

Gwen's gaze shifted again, this time to Sengo Muramasa—

"When a big shot like you speaks up, someone as insignificant as me certainly has no way to object."

However, judging from the fight just now, you seem to be quite skilled with a sword as well.

"In that case, could you grant me one wish before I die?"

Meeting Gwen's gaze, Sengo Muramasa remained calm, even speaking with a hint of pleading.

"If you want me to kill you with my sword, I can."

Seeing Shirou Emiya's face refer to himself as "this old man," even though he already knew, Gwen still felt somewhat uneasy. He casually drew the pendant-like Xuanyuan Sword, infused it with energy, and turned it into its original form, pointing it at Sengo Muramasa.

"That's right, that's exactly what I've been looking for."

Before I die, let me see how far the sword I forged is from the divine realm—"

Sengo Muramasa nodded happily, and the suppressed magic power within him suddenly erupted—

"Arriving here is the convergence of all things. Severing ties, severing destiny, severing past karma, one can also sever the self—the Tsumugari Muramasa— "

This is liberation from past karma...!

The release of his Noble Phantasm, which almost ignited his Spirit Origin, caused a surge of powerful flames around Sengo Muramasa, like fireworks rising from a forge, making the sword in his hand appear even colder and more menacing.

Without hesitation or mercy, Sengo Muramasa gaze, betting everything he had.

"I thought you wanted me to pull Kirei Kotomine up and chop him up again for you to..."

Despite his casual laughter, Gwen showed no carelessness in the face of Sengo Muramasa's sword strike, raising the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand—

In terms of quality alone, the Xuanyuan Sword, being a mass-produced product of Soul Steel, is certainly inferior to the Noble Phantasm that Sengo Muramasa unleashing with all its might.

However, in terms of swordsmanship, Gwen Sengo Muramasa.

"The Holy Sword!"

The Sacred Sword of Capricorn flashed and disappeared in an instant, shattering the sword light swung by Sengo Muramasa, cutting through the blade also known as the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi, and finally passing by the person wielding the sword.

"The Holy Sword?"

Oh...

This power truly deserves the title of a holy sword that can cut through everything...

Feeling the sharpness of the holy sword that had shattered him and the sword in his hand, Sengo Muramasa felt no sadness or regret at his impending departure; instead, he felt a sense of relief and longing.

"Thank you, my foreign god..."

"..."

Having witnessed the complete departure of Sengo Muramasa, Gwen slowly sheathed the Xuanyuan Sword.

"Senior, this doesn't seem to be the same sword we used in the previous battle?"

Although its appearance had long since changed to resemble the Corona Sword, Mash's intuition told her that this was not the sword Gwen had used before.

"Hmm, this isn't the Corona Sword, but rather..."

He was about to casually mention the name of the Xuanyuan Sword, but then, thinking of Jiang Ziya, Gwen abandoned his attempt to piggyback on the conversation and changed his words instead.

"The sword I used in my early days, although it can't keep up with my progress, is still very useful."

Gwen quickly ended the conversation, beckoning the heavily wounded Kirschtaria to come closer.

"How are you? Do you need my help with the treatment?"

Looking at this rather disheveled prodigy, Gwen asked with a smile.

"Thank you for your kind offer, but there's no need to trouble you."

Kirschtaria lowered her hand from the congealed blood on her wound, politely declining Gwen's offer, and met Mash's complicated gaze.

"It's been a long time, Mash —this is the first time we've met so peacefully since then."

"Mr. Kirschtaria."

Mash opened her mouth, but looking at Kirschtaria, she didn't know what to say.

"Mash, give yourself some time to think. It's not too late to ask when you've thought it through."

Gwen, noticing the little eggplant's head bobbing silently, told the girl there was no need to rush. He looked at Kirschtaria and asked...

"From Zeus's database, I see that your goal seems to be to create a world where everyone can become a god, thus eliminating inequality among people?"

Did he remember these things back then?

Kirschtaria was somewhat surprised to hear this, but then nodded and said,

"That's right. Only when humanity is free from material worries and the fear of death can there be hope for a world where everyone is equal."

He thought that Zeus at that time had been formatted and had his Remembrance and emotions wiped clean, and had been completely turned into Chaos's weapon of war.

"The idea is wonderful, but reality is harsh—"

Gwen said with a strange expression—

"Putting everything else aside, just look at the partner you've chosen. As a magician, you should know more about Zeus's reputation and glorious deeds in the Pan-Human History than I do."

With Greek mythology as a benchmark, why do you still believe that everyone becoming a god would make the world less unjust?

"This is just the first step."

Kirschtaria said in a deep voice.

In a battle, Gwen might be able to finish him off before he can unleash his Celestial Great Magecraft, but in a debate, Kirschtaria is confident he will not lose.

"Meeting the people's material needs is indeed necessary, but solving this problem in one fell swoop in this way..."

Don't you think you're taking too big a step?

The most basic question is—can Earth sustain such a civilization, and for how long?

"It might not be possible to do it on Earth alone, but I can draw on the Starry Sky Mana through celestial magic."

Kirschtaria wore a smile and remained calm, clearly confident.