Chapter 616
However, another individual seized the opportunity to close in behind the Saber and unleashed a massive claw strike—
However, a policeman arrived just in time and used his large shield and axe-spear Noble Phantasm to withstand the attack.
Don't get distracted.
"Ah... I'm sorry."
Richard I scratched his cheek sheepishly.
As he prepared to avenge his defeat, the Cerberus men looked strange.
"What's going on? The puppies... are getting smaller?"
The three-headed dog, which could have starred in a monster movie, is shrinking rapidly.
From high-rise buildings to residential houses, and then back to the size of Africa elephant—
"Cerberus's power is dwindling...?"
As Cerberus shrank, countless Shadow flowed out from his feet.
The Shadow were running headlong in the direction of the Kuruoka family's residence.
"Did something happen there?" Sajyou Ayaka frowned.
She felt no relief, only a sense of foreboding, and Saber felt the same way.
"What exactly happened that caused Cerberus's Underworld protection to be unable to be maintained...?"
"--------!!!"
With a heavy and sharp claw strike from Crimson Moon, the resulting spatial rift swept across the entire city.
The over 100-meter-tall black shadow, Godzilla, was sliced into three pieces, crashed down, and turned into black smoke drifting into the sky.
In the end, the monster king imagined by the girl could not shake the authority of the King of the True Ancestors.
The world itself roared.
"Peace and tranquility"
"It's tragic, isn't it?"
"The road to the underworld is my servant."
"Protect our Lord"
"The Holy Grail"
"The Holy Grail"
To My Lord
"To the hand of my friend"
"Presenting the Holy Grail ----"
The Pale Rider released the girl he had been holding and protecting, and transformed into a jet-black knight, lunging at Crimson Moon.
But this can only be considered a desperate struggle, like a cornered beast.
There is no individual on this planet that can rival the performance of Crimson Moon; this is what is meant by the so-called Ultimate ONE.
Don't be fooled by the fact that the battle just now was a one-sided massacre; this was already the result of Crimson Moon showing great mercy.
She adjusted her power to a level that allowed her to "carefully and meticulously manipulate the world."
Even the embodiment of death, the messenger of the end, is utterly powerless before this Moon King.
"Mr. Black!!!"
Tsubaki Kuruoka shouted, her voice trembling with tears.
The once majestic Pale Rider now resembled a child, his head being grabbed by Crimson Moon and slammed to the ground.
The compatibility is terrible...
Dorothea had witnessed the entire battle, thought to herself.
The Pale Rider's abilities are mostly conceptual curses.
Death, plague, fear--
Such mental attacks are enough to destroy the brain of a human Magecraft, but to Crimson Moon, they were like a gentle breeze, having no effect whatsoever.
On the other hand, it's probably a matter of the Master.
No matter how powerful Crimson Moon Brunestud is, this time she is facing the will of the world itself.
Tsubaki Kuruoka is the Queen of this dream world, capable of doing anything she can imagine.
But she was just a 10-year-old girl, innocent and naive, unable to imagine those terrible things.
One of the Pale Rider's Noble Phantasm is "Sword, Famine, Death, Beast".
That is a skill that, within one's own barrier, materializes and empowers numerous things that give others "death."
Provided the environment is fully prepared, it's even possible to recreate the "end" from mythology within the limits of magical power.
However, Chun did not possess the knowledge of Book of Revelation or Ragnarok, nor did she desire Hell, and therefore failed to reach that level.
The outcome is decided... Dorothea thought.
"Hmm, I still feel like I haven't had enough fun yet."
"Why?"
Dorothea looked at the King of the True Ancestors and noticed a look of dissatisfaction on her face.
A bad feeling crept into my chest.
Should we try to persuade her?
No, let's not do it!
If you anger this lord, you'll die.
No, even death may have become a luxury.
No one knows what's going on in Crimson Moon Brunestud's head.
She was very curious about what Shirou was thinking, keeping this danger within himself.
Dorothea decided to remain silent.
Once Crimson Moon has had her fill of fun, this world should be coming to an end.
The Moon King returned the Pale Rider to Tsubaki Kuruoka.
"Mr. Black!!!"
The girl hugged the "shadow's" body and cried out loudly.
Even a child who doesn't understand anything can tell that Mr. Black's magical reaction has become extremely weak... he's about to die.
"No! No! Mr. Black!"
"Don't worry, that thing isn't that easy to kill."
Crimson Moon commanded in a tone that was anything but comforting.
"Alright, use your Command Spell to strengthen it further, this time use it more efficiently—strengthen it to a level that will satisfy me."
"What are Command Spell...?"
The girl's pupils trembled; she didn't understand what Crimson Moon was saying at all.
"I see. Looks like we need a little bit of excitement."
After a moment's thought, Crimson Moon reached out her hand towards Assassin, who was bound by chains and hanging in mid-air.
"Use the Command Spell quickly, or this woman will turn into this—"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
The True Assassin screamed again.
In places unseen, internal organs are being forcibly moved.
For assassins who had altered their bodies before death, their internal organs are their only weakness.
She writhed wildly in excruciating pain, and the veil she used to conceal her face fell away.
Tsubaki Kuruoka saw the True Assassin's pained expression clearly.
"Assassin sister! No! Stop it!"
"Use Command Spell if you want me to stop."
Crimson Moon continued to urge the girl on.
Command Spell... I don't know... I don't know how to use them...
Please, stop... Why are you doing such a terrible thing... No...
Crimson Moon wouldn't soften her heart just because the little girl was crying; instead, she uttered abusive words.
"Her suffering is all your fault, you pitiful, caged bird."
"Assassin sister... it's my fault...?"
Tsubaki Kuruoka stared wide-eyed in despair.
Crimson Moon nodded expressionlessly. "That's right, it's because you 'always fail'."
That's why your parents are angry, that's why your friends lost, and that's why this woman is in pain.
It's all your fault.
"It's all... my fault..."
The girl's small face turned deathly pale.
"Don't listen to his nonsense, Xiaochun!!!"
Assassin suddenly shouted.
"Tsk..."
Crimson Moon looked displeased.
This is the second time; this woman has ruined my mood.
She walked up to Assassin, raised a finger, and pressed it against the assassin girl's chest.
"Your pained expression has a certain charm."
Then—dance while you cry and scream, you chunk of meat.
Crimson Moon Yuechao channeled power into her fingertips.
"Try to satisfy my lingering pleasure with your dying pleas for mercy--"
In an instant, the body of the King of the True Ancestors was knocked aside by a figure that appeared from the side.
Crimson Moon stumbled back two steps, and then, for the first time in this appearance, showed a look of surprise.
She spoke to the person who had bumped into her:
"What do you mean by this, Dorothea? Betrayal?"
"..."
As Crimson Moon angrily called out her true name, the vampire's costume, the "Sixfold Male Attire," was forcibly stripped off.
The appearance of the human child gradually disappeared, and in its place stood a blonde, fair-skinned girl.
Dorothea, the Dead Apostle, suppressed her primal fear as much as possible and spoke through gritted teeth.
A. Assassin is my Servant!
"Crimson Moon Brunestud! I won't allow you to hurt my dear beauty! I'll be your opponent! Oh my god!"
Dorothea's upper body was severed and blown away by the spatial rift created by "Marble Phantasm".