So, although for a brief moment Father Matou had still managed to forcibly conjure a weapon called Black Keys, which looked like iron claws but was actually a kind of sword made through magecraft, he had tried to block the attack.
However, it was clear that Jello had almost instantly cut Father Matou into five chunks of flesh.
Father Matou had once been "soaked" in the mud of the Black Holy Grail, which had left his body feeling somewhat inhuman.
But in the end, he was still a living being.
As someone once put it, "If it's alive, I'll kill it—even if it's a god."
Simply put, even though Father Matou had become somewhat "monstrous," if he took too much damage, he would still die.
And honestly, the black mud back then had mostly just "revived" Father Matou and made him stronger.
In reality, even after being strengthened, Father Matou had only gone from feeling like an eighth-level Adventurer to a tenth-level one.
Compared to Heroic Spirits—or mythic-class characters—he was still far, far behind.
"Heh, not bad, kid. I've wanted to do that for a long time." Cú Chulainn rested Gae Bolg on his shoulder, grinning.
In fact, just now, when Jello had been about to unleash Crimson King's Assault, Cú Chulainn had had time to react. He might not have been able to drive Jello back, but he could at least have blocked the attack.
The problem was that, from the very beginning, Cú Chulainn hadn't wanted to save this guy.
So he had simply let Jello attack him.
That was how Jello had managed to kill Father Matou.
More importantly... at least this way, Father Matou hadn't had time to use his Command Seals to order Cú Chulainn to kill himself before he died.
Lancer survived. How heartless.