Chapter 135
"You bastard! How dare you mock me like that, you cripple who isn't even a Heroic Spirit? I'll tear you to shreds!"
Under his wanton mockery, all of Hundred-Faced Hassan's clones flew into a rage.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Its dozens of clones began to frantically converge together.
[Delusional Illusion]
It is Noble Phantasm formed from the original text of his multiple personalities during his lifetime, and can split into up to eighty people!
Its overall strength remains constant; the more it splits, the weaker the individual components become.
However, the death of the clone does not cause the death of the original body.
This is the source of his confidence to accept the $100 million bounty from the Lighthouse Country and come to Fuyuki City to take Ilya away.
Dozens of clones suddenly coalesced into four clones.
Hundred-Faced Hassan finally revealed his true Heroic Spirit power, his figure flashing suddenly as he launched a fatal attack from three directions simultaneously.
While launching the attack,
Hundred-Faced Hassan in a normal female form, forcibly took Ilya and fled.
Everything was going according to plan.
Whether or not this mysterious man is defeated, the mission will be successfully completed.
If you take Ilya away, you'll get a $100 million bounty from the Lighthouse Country —a huge profit!
"Let me go!"
Ilya wanted to continue her Magecraft attacks.
Unfortunately, she was too weak in the face of a true Heroic Spirit.
Unless you summon your ultimate trump card Heracles!
"Behave yourself, or don't blame me for tearing your mouth apart!" The tall woman draped her arm around him and quickly retreated without looking back.
Then.
Ilya saw the mysterious man sigh softly, "The title of Grand is not what I need, the strongest..."
A simple sentence nearly made the woman carrying Ilya collapse to the ground.
He suddenly stopped in his tracks, turned to look at the other person, his eyes filled with boundless panic.
That's impossible!
How could someone with a crippled Spirit Origin possibly know that person?
"Although I am not him, I have learned a thing or two."
Wei Gong gathered magical power in his hand, transforming it into a cold greatsword covered in blood.
As the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords, he is able to Projection all kinds of sword weapons.
Not to mention.
This greatsword is just an ordinary C-grade weapon, nowhere near as powerful as those other weapons.
But.
After Wei Gong Projection the ordinary greatsword.
Golden sunlight shone behind it, as if it had coalesced into an angelic halo.
Countless golden lights danced in the light, appearing extremely sacred, yet filled with boundless killing intent.
Its name is --
[The Angel of Death!]
It's perfect for dealing with Hundred-Faced Hassan.
The moment Wei Gong grasped the weapon, he had already mastered how to use it.
He gripped the sword hilt with both hands, unleashing all his magical power as he slashed at one of his clones.
The power of death spread wildly, silently slashing towards his neck.
"No! Stop! Damn it, stop right now!"
All of Hundred-Faced Hassan's clones exclaimed in surprise.
At that moment, fear appeared on his face.
It's as if I've witnessed the arrival of Grim Reaper!
However.
The other party's expression was icy cold; although shrouded in the dazzling light of an angel, it was filled with boundless killing intent.
An ordinary, unremarkable greatsword, under his endless fearful gaze, sliced through the neck of his clone.
A flash of sword light, and a head fell off instantly!
Since it was a clone formed from magic, under normal circumstances, it should have turned into black smoke and dissipated.
But this time, it did not dissipate at all; instead, it solidified into a physical form!
"How is this possible?"
The other two clones of Hundred-Faced Hassan stared blankly at him, their eyes filled with endless regret.
If I could do it all over again, I would choose to refuse this bounty mission!
Unfortunately, there's no going back!
Their bodies collapsed and dissipated, vanishing completely.
Even the clone that wanted to take Ilya away collapsed and dissipated!
"Poor guy, you're very lucky."
Wei Gong looked at the other party with a mocking expression.
The Angel of Death's Instant Death effect directly targets the very essence of the soul.
However, probability exists.
It's like a 10-pull gacha game; everything depends on luck.
Only King Hassan personally intervenes can the odds be maximized.
The probability of Wei Gong using this skill is obviously much lower.
But now, Hundred-Faced Hassan has had incredible luck, drawing [Instant Death] from an extremely low probability!
Wei Gong looked up slightly at the sky, as if he could see the gaze of some unscrupulous capitalist.
Is this also within your scope of concern, Alaya?
Dean's Office.
"Hundred-Faced Hassan was actually killed with a single sword strike?"
Merlin frowned, finding it hard to accept.
A dignified Heroic Spirit, utterly powerless against the crippled Nameless One.
She had originally hoped that at least she could force the other party to take off their mask and reveal their true appearance.
That's way too weak!
However, Wuming was the same way in front of her back then.
Despite looking like he could die at any moment, he shattered her illusionary world with a single sword strike.
Now, he has also killed Hundred-Faced Hassan with a single sword strike.
Is this guy truly disabled, or is he deliberately faking it?
Merlin suddenly felt a pang of heartache.
I recalled the scene when the other party, with a sinister grin on his face, forcibly poured water down my Potion of Youth!
"Don't worry, it's just at its last gasp."
Tamamo no Mae, remained completely calm.
She clearly saw that, in manifesting the [Angel of Death], the slaying of the Hundred-Faced Hassan appeared incredibly powerful.
This actually exposes the other party's true emptiness.
The sword exhausted its magic power, leaving it now empty and almost unable to fight.
"At the end of its rope..."
Merlin repeated the word, wanting to remind the other person of something.
That thing can't be understood using common sense.
But.
She had bound her own hands and feet, relying solely on illusions and refusing to use any Noble Phantasm, which meant she suffered a setback in trying to defeat him.
Tamamo no Mae's combat strength is beyond doubt, and dealing with her with full force will not be a problem.
"Then, let me have a go at him."
Magical power surged around Tamamo no Mae.
As a fox spirit, she can naturally transform into countless forms.
To avoid being confronted by the First Emperor, she deliberately transformed herself into a white-skinned, blue-eyed person from the Lighthouse Country.
In this way, when they meet, Wuming will definitely regard her as an enemy and will not be able to recognize her at all.
Everything is ready.
Tamamo no Mae flashed her signature foxy smile.
Nameless, whose magic has long been drained, will obediently submit to my feet!
The powerful Heroic Spirit assassin [Hundred-Faced Hassan] is dead!
Ilya got up from the ground, completely ignoring the dirt on her pure white pajamas, and stared blankly at the other person.
Those were the infamous Assassins.
A killer of Heroic Spirit caliber!
But now, no matter how many clones it created, they were all killed by the mysterious person in front of it.
Without hesitation, Ilya walked over. "Excuse me, are you Emiya?"
"I am merely a Projection from the future."
Wei Gong answered in a completely flat tone.
I silently apologized in my heart.
Being able to risk being exposed to save the other party was already the limit of what he could do.
Once fully exposed, it means all the Heroic Spirit will come knocking on their door.
At that time, Luo Ya's true identity will also be revealed.
This led to him being taken away by Alaya to work as a 007!
After the final battle, the "brat" was no longer just a symbol of Humanity's Evil...
"Thank you for saving me."
Ilya stared intently at the other person with her beautiful, Ruby- like eyes.
No one but that one person could have arrived in time to save her.