The Concept of Certain Death / Death Weakened

If they could possess such Noble Phantasm, what would they have to fear about going hungry!

"By the way, that woman, I mean, can we have Nitocris?" Mephistopheles pointed to the unconscious Egypt female pharaoh, which alerted Hassan of the Hundred Faces. "Don't be nervous, this is a deal. We need an opportunity to get closer to Ramses II, and this is a good reason."

Hassan of the Hundred Faces was silent for a moment, then asked, "What sufficient reason is there for us to give up our people?"

Mephistopheles laughed and shrugged, "You can't beat us."

It sounded incredibly shameless, yet it made perfect sense. Hassan of the Hundred Faces recalled how a group of people had been instantly suppressed, unable to even move, and knew in his heart that these people were very powerful.

Perhaps only the old man currently overseeing things at the base can truly stand up to these guys.

With this in mind, Hassan of the Hundred Faces immediately made a plan. Since forcibly taking the person away was impossible, why not ask for some benefits?

"Release them, but there has to be a reward. After all, it's a transaction, isn't it?"

"If you ever encounter danger in the future, I can help you once, as long as it doesn't interfere with our plans to save human civilization. How about that?"

This reward sounds good, but in reality, it's useless if Mephistopheles doesn't keep his promise.

But Hassan of the Hundred Faces knew very well that he had no choice.

Mephistopheles was already quite generous to make a promise. Given that she was no match for her opponent and was being completely overwhelmed, she could consider it very gentlemanly for him to make a promise.

Without any hesitation, she immediately nodded and ordered the bound Nitocris to be released.

At the same time, she warned, "The Lion King possesses immense power, comparable to that of a god. If you truly wish to save humanity and oppose the Lion King, then you must be extremely careful!"

Chapter 204 The Concept of Certain Death

"Is he really that easy to talk to?" Ritsuka Fujimaru said with some surprise as Hassan of the Hundred Faces left.

Mephistopheles stroked his chin. "I have some suspicions that the one currently leading Hassan might be the Old Man of the Mountain."

Ritsuka Fujimaru looked at Mephistopheles with some confusion. "The Old Man of the Mountain?"

"Hmm, do you remember the description of the Grand Servant? They were the seven strongest chosen to deal with calamities," Mephistopheles reminded them.

Although he didn't know much about FGO, he did know that the Old Man of the Mountain, who was once praised to the skies, was the leader of Hassan's team and Grand Assassin.

Even a god who has no concept of death can instill the concept of death in his opponent through his Grand Assassin-class power.

"Of course I remember, but why bring this up?" Ritsuka Fujimaru looked at Mephistopheles with some confusion, still not quite understanding the connection between Mephistopheles's mention of the Grand and the current situation.

Mash Kyrielight paused for a moment, then exclaimed, "Could the Old Man of the Mountain be one of the Grand?!"

"Yes, the Old Man of the Mountain is Grand Assassin, the strongest among assassins. These Servants are protectors of Human Order, at the forefront of safeguarding humankind. If it really is the Old Man of the Mountain here, then we can directly conclude that Hassan's faction supports us."

Mephistopheles's words made the group fall into deep thought, and with these explanations, Ritsuka Fujimaru finally understood what Mephistopheles meant.

After a moment, she said, "So, our only enemies are Ramses II and the Lion King?"

"Yes, and if I'm not mistaken, the Old Man of the Mountain is very powerful. If he intervenes, he should be able to resolve one of these two problems for us. Judging from Hassan's attack on Nitocris, the Old Man of the Mountain may have already made his move here."

As Mephistopheles spoke, he untied the ropes binding Nitocris, then summoned a ball of water and splashed it on her face.

Nitocris was clearly knocked unconscious; waking her up would be easy—just pour cold water on her.

As the cold water was poured over her, Nitocris's eyes widened immediately. She gasped and shouted, "Who is it?!"

Then she saw several people looking at her.

"You're the ones who watered me?!" Nitocris's eyes widened, then she looked around. "You tied me up?!"

"No, we rescued you, Pharaoh," Mephistopheles said with a smile. "Of course, we also poured water on you to help you regain your senses; after all, carrying someone on your back would be quite troublesome."

"Do you know who I am?" Nitocris asked, somewhat surprised, upon hearing herself called Pharaoh.

"Of course, Princess Nitocris, we already knew your identity when we rescued you." Mephistopheles said, pointing to Ritsuka Fujimaru. "Let me introduce you first. This is your Master, a human. You are a Servant, so you should know that a visitor from the future has come here to save the world, right?"

Nitocris carefully examined Ritsuka Fujimaru, nodded slightly, then looked at Mephistopheles with a puzzled expression. "That girl is indeed human, but you're a bit strange. You should be human, yet you possess the characteristics of a Servant..."

"That's not important. I'm a real human being, that's true." Mephistopheles smiled and gave Mash Kyrielight a subtle wink. Mash Kyrielight understood and immediately began her self-introduction.

After Mash Kyrielight's formulaic self-introduction, Nitocris finally figured out who these people were all about.

"So, you are the people of Chaldea, those who came from afar to save Human Order. Your deeds are known in the Throne of Heroes. In that case, come with me to meet the current ruler of the Temple."

Nitocris appeared very magnanimous and didn't put on much of a superior air; instead, she led the way.

As they walked, Ritsuka Fujimaru looked at the long ears on the other person's hair and whispered, "Are those rabbit ears?"

Mephistopheles shook his head. "No, those are dog ears."

Having clearly overheard their conversation, Nitocris turned to them with a hint of annoyance. "This is to get closer to Horus, the catalyst, and has nothing to do with my sleeping posture!"

"Oh, so it's Horus." Mephistopheles nodded, appearing calm and composed, then added, "But shouldn't Horus be associated with an eye or a falcon? This feels closer to Anubis ..."

Nitocris's face darkened.

Ritsuka Fujimaru gently tugged at Mephistopheles's hand and whispered, "Don't say anything!"

Mephistopheles smiled slightly and said nothing more.

He was naturally very familiar with Horus, the god, as the Eye of Horus was the ornament he had used to ward off the curse.

Meanwhile, Mash Kyrielight and the others watched Mephistopheles's seemingly fearless behavior in provoking Nitocris and felt helpless, unsure of what to say.

Fortunately, Nitocris only had a dark expression for a short while and quickly recovered.

With Nitocris's guidance, the group entered the Temple without any hindrance; in fact, entering the Temple was incredibly easy.

Then they met the master of the Temple, the pharaoh who now ruled this place, Ramses II.

The man known as the Sun King was sitting in the main hall, looking at the crowd.

It looks luxurious, but behind this luxury lies death.

Mephistopheles narrowed his eyes and said to the man who hadn't yet spoken, "Are you... in a near-death state?"

The Sun King narrowed his eyes, looking at Mephistopheles: "What did you see?"

"Of course, I saw death. You are already dead, but the power of the Temple helped protect your life, preventing you from falling into the abyss of death. But all of this is only within the Temple's boundaries. Once you leave the Temple's territory, you will die, right?"

Mephistopheles's words made the Sun King stare at Mephistopheles for a long while, causing Mash Kyrielight and the others to break out in a cold sweat.

They weren't worried about Mephistopheles being in danger, but it would be really unreasonable for their sharp tongues to lead to a fight.

"You didn't see wrong, human. This Temple is my kingdom, summoned by me. It is the sum of all the dynasties of Egypt, and the power of its Temple resists death." As Ramses II, the Sun King, spoke, he raised his hand and gently touched his neck. In that instant, everyone saw a crack appear on his neck, as if his head was about to fall off.

Clearly, the other person's head had already been severed, but it remained on their neck only because of the power of the Temple.

"The power of the concept of death, even with the power of the Temple, can only guarantee that you won't die here," Mephistopheles said, a look of interest on his face. "Can I try? Perhaps I can dispel this power and restore your normal mobility."

Mephistopheles's words caused Ramses II to look puzzled. "Oh? Human, why do you want to help me? Is there some request you have?"

"I simply wanted to test whether my power was effective against this concept of death; there's no need to overthink it."

Mephistopheles shook his head. This injury was clearly inflicted by the Old Man of the Mountain using his concept of the Grand Assassin Rank. If he could heal this injury, it would mean that his power was also effective against the Grand Assassin Rank's concept of a deadly strike.

So, with such a good research subject in front of him, Mephistopheles really wanted to rush up and thoroughly examine the other person's neck.

"Your purpose in coming to see me isn't just this, is it?" Ramses II asked.

Mephistopheles said, "Don't waste time, Pharaoh. We can talk while I examine your injuries."

"You haven't introduced yourselves yet, humans!"

"My name is Mephistopheles, this is Ritsuka Fujimaru, and this is..." Mephistopheles immediately introduced himself to everyone. After listening to everyone's introductions, Ramses II looked at Mephistopheles with interest. "You are Mephistopheles?"

Nitocris, who had been standing to the side, also showed a hint of surprise. "You're Mephistopheles?!"

Seeing their reactions, Mephistopheles looked at Medea beside him. "Looks like I'm quite famous after all."

"If it weren't for your special identity, which meant that only some vague traces could be left in many places, then what you did would definitely make you a top-tier Heroic Spirit," Medea said with a smile.

"Medea, the Greece witch." Ramses II looked at Medea, then at Mephistopheles. "Rumor has it that Medea had a close relationship with a mysterious person, and this mysterious person's name is indeed said to be Mephistopheles. Now it seems, it really is you!"

"But I'm a little curious, since I should have very few records, why does it seem like quite a few people know about them?"

Ramses II laughed, "Don't underestimate our intelligence-gathering capabilities. Even the strangest intelligence will be collected and recorded. Although your records are few and seem exaggerated, with corresponding corroborating evidence, their authenticity can be found to be quite high."

He seemed a little smug as he said this, "For example, Medea, who is by your side, and also, for example, your figure appears in some of the memoirs of the Argos. Although the records are not particularly detailed, by comparing them, we can find out your general situation."

Ramses II said, touching his neck, "So, are you sure you want to start treating my neck? You should think this through. I was summoned by the King of Magecraft's subordinate, and I am your opponent. The Holy Grail is also in my hands. If you act now and kill me, the Holy Grail will be yours."

"I don't see any intention of supporting this era. You can just give me the Holy Grail yourself in a bit. Besides, even if I save you, I'm confident I can defeat you again. Since you know what I've done, you should understand that I'm not joking."

Mephistopheles smiled and threatened in the most peaceful tone.

Ramses II laughed loudly at this threat, which could be considered extremely treasonous.

He knew, of course, that the threat from the other party was not just empty words, but a real threat. The power of a Servant could not compare to that of a god, and the fact that this guy appeared in physical form meant that he was at his peak. According to the intelligence they had gathered, Mephistopheles at his peak was a monster capable of fighting Typhon!

There are even rumors that Zeus intended to make him the thirteenth Olympus god, but Mephistopheles refused.

Therefore, this is a human being with the level of a chief god, and may even have reached the same level of power as Zeus. After all, this person fought Typhon once and even won!

Ramses II saw no problem with such a person wanting to defeat him and seize the Holy Grail.

Therefore, Mephistopheles's proposal was accepted. Mephistopheles treated the other party's neck injury, while Ramses II discussed matters of Human Order with Ritsuka Fujimaru and Mash Kyrielight.

Mephistopheles studied the wound on Ramses II's neck, a wound shrouded in the concept of death, and after examining it for a while, he curled his lip.

Like Dragon Slaying, it is an ability stamped by the Root, the concept of death, the concept of life, etc. These sound very high-level, but are extremely limited. The universe is the true concept of death, so it should be the death of all things, including the death of the universe.

But it's not included here.

The concept of life is similar; it should include all life in the world, but it is not included here either.

However, this is no longer important, as Mephistopheles has already found a way to deal with this Certain Death force.

Ramses II was known as the Sun King, and this was the Sun Temple. Relying on the power of the Temple to prevent his own death was the most wrong thing to do.

Ra, the sun god, was a very special sun god; he was not eternally radiant, but possessed characteristics of night.

Daytime is life, nighttime is death; the process from sunrise to sunset is the process from birth to death.

Ramses II, due to his status, also possessed the projected power of the sun god Ra. In fact, the best way was to die once, relying on the concept of death and rebirth to free himself from death and be resurrected, rather than letting the power of death continue to haunt him.

However, Mephistopheles couldn't confirm whether Magecraft in the Type-Moon World could reach that level, or whether Ra, the sun god of the Type-Moon World, possessed such power.

He naturally didn't want Ramses II to die first, and after confirming that this method was feasible, he would try other methods.

An even simpler and more direct method!

"Raphael!" With the appearance of the archangel Raphael's power, an anomaly immediately occurred in the Temple covered by the power of the sun god. The archangel spread his wings, and holy light descended from the sky, landing on Ramses II!

The Angelic Power, representing medical expertise, has descended once more, beginning the suppression of the concept of death!

Chapter 205 Death Weakening

The concept of Certain Death is a special power that relies on the Root. Now, under the power of Mephistopheles Raphael, this power is being resisted and even weakened.

The black mist around Ramses II's neck suddenly condensed into a bizarre skull shape, only to be pierced by an olive branch from the suddenly materialized phantom of Raphael.

As the emerald-green healing ripples swept across the throne, the sun reliefs embedded in the walls crumbled away, revealing a vascular structure beneath flowing golden-red liquid—the Temple itself was releasing the life force accumulated over thousands of years.

Even if it was just an illusion, it still represented that the life force of the entire Temple was fluctuating under Raphael's power.

"Interesting..." Mephistopheles's left hand displayed a unique True Magic circle pattern, while the Egypt ankha symbol danced at the fingertips of his right hand. "The concept of death is being reduced in dimension. Certain Death is not simply a matter of lethality, but more like a fundamental rewriting of deprivation, and its limitation is actually probability."

He suddenly bit his fingertip and used his blood to draw three layers of Solomon's Seal in the void. The struggling death runes were immediately compressed into a black cube the size of a palm.

The instant the cube fell into the Eye of Horus necklace, Ritsuka Fujimaru suddenly saw a dark red pattern flash across the back of Mephistopheles's right hand—the pattern was strikingly similar to the Servant's Spirit Origin Mark.

"Impossible!" Ramses II suddenly stood up, and the throne was reduced to dust by the divine power, but then gathered together again by the power of the Temple.

The Sun King clearly felt that the death chains binding his Spirit Core were being devoured by some higher being. "Where did you obtain the power to rewrite the Root?"

The certainty of Certain Death began to crumble, constantly downgrading, weakening from a 100% chance to a 99.9% chance of death.

Then, this 99.9% chance of death changed under Raphael's power, precisely fixing the probability at 0.01% ineffectiveness.

At this moment, Ramses II's neck wound healed, and his body, which had been shrouded in death, stopped its march toward death.

Like life sprouting in spring, his body revived. This Temple was inherently full of the power of life, but even without the Temple's blessing, he could quickly recover from his injuries. After all, he was Heroic Spirit, and Raphael's power would also bring healing effects.

He never imagined that a human could wield such powerful True Magic abilities.

Even though the opponent left its mark in myths and legends and did many exaggerated things, it is difficult to explain how it could collide with the concept of death of the Grand and even completely erase the concept of Certain Death.

Only true gods can achieve this level of power, and it works on the god himself, not as a power that can be given to others.

No, this is even more outrageous than a god's decree. This is a direct alteration of the Root power, as if slapping the world in the face and saying, "What are you? I can just lift a pen and you've changed to my will."