"Master!"
Sensing that his Master was in danger, Cú Chulainn ignored Medusa behind him and raced toward him, but he was still too late. As Kirei Kotomine's blood splattered, his body began to turn transparent.
Cú Chulainn looked at his Master's corpse, then finally tilted his head back with a long sigh and turned to Medusa.
"Next time we meet, I hope we can have a fair fight."
His figure slowly faded away.
Lancer was out of the fight for good.
Aizen narrowed his eyes, then brushed his charred robes. His expression remained calm, but he looked at Sakura Matou and Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto with a rather curious gaze.
He smiled and said:
"It seems I really did miscalculate today."
He raised his hand.
"But you haven't won either, Captain-Commander."
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto watched him impassively.
His breathing was much heavier than before.
Once you grew old, everything you did was a bitter reminder.
If he had been just five hundred years younger, he would not have needed ten minutes to cut down everyone before him. He could have kept Zanka no Tachi active until the world evaporated without exhausting himself.
Using several of Zanka no Tachi's sword techniques in succession, along with countering Aizen's Kidō that exceeded all normal limits, had consumed a great deal of his Servant body's magical energy.
In particular, his magical energy came from his Master. Although Sakura Matou had ample reserves and certainly deserved to be called a genius, even she could not withstand being drained like this.
"Until next time, Captain-Commander. Let's have another match then. I'll count this one as my loss."
Smiling, Aizen swept the hair on his forehead back and crushed his glasses, revealing his handsome, domineering face in full. He took a step back, turned, and fled with Shunpo,