Where the king was headed
"Troublesome fellow. If he had unleashed a 250,000- Orca Tyrant Fist, even if he had killed Fran, the force of that punch would have likely devastated the entire Fuyuki, "Fran spoke again as Bai Mo was pondering.
"Ah, I understand now, that's why I wasn't sad." Francesca stood atop Black Mud Mountain, opening her arms to Bai Mo like a young girl embracing her lover. The eerie scene sent chills down everyone's spines; incomprehensible madness was a symbol of danger in people's subconscious.
"When I embarked on the path of blasphemy, I was already prepared. Now that my friends have given their lives so that I can continue on this path, how can I not be grateful?" Francesca said joyfully, placing her hand on her chest.
"If you can't come to your senses, you'll gain nothing. Insight and reward are always proportional. I never imagined that after so many years, I would have forgotten such a simple truth."
"That's not really a logic, it's just that your mental illness is getting worse." The blade formed a square, severing the connection between Francesca and the Black Mud in an instant, but almost simultaneously, the Black Mud, like an octopus, once again enveloped Bai Mo and Fran.
Within the Black Mud, the protective force prevented the Black Mud from corroding Bai Mo's body in the slightest. As always, no matter what methods were used, they were insignificant in the face of this completely unreasonable power.
Bai Mo punched Fran's ears with both fists, and Fran's skull hardened like porcelain again, shattering piece by piece.
Francesca bled from all seven orifices, yet her laughter grew even more frenzied.
"Yes, that's right, Mr. Bai Mo. If I don't even have this much awareness, what right do I have to blaspheme the high and mighty Holy Spirit?" The next moment, her head exploded and her body was breaking into pieces, but her hands frantically tried to grab Bai Mo. The surrounding gravity instantly increased, distorting everything.
"Mr. Bai Mo, may I eat you?" The sticky magic was like a pair of giant hands, grabbing at Bai Mo.
But Fran still didn't touch anything. To the human eye, bullets and light are too fast to be observed, but in reality, a bullet can never catch up with light. If Fran's True Magic were a bullet, then Bai Mo's speed would be like light that she could never touch.
"Ah, it's really difficult, but isn't it the unattainable that gives us the motivation to pursue it?" Another body emerged from the Black Mud. Fran showed no regret and continued to draw magic power from the spiritual veins.
"After I get you, I'll turn that disgusting saint—no, even the angels and Jesus —into human stumps, throw them into a cesspool to watch them rot and maggot infest! Then I'll find a hundred sinners to defile their bodies!" Francesca's eyes burned with fanaticism.
Unless one uses the power of time to kill her completely in a split second, or isolates her from that area, the only option is to slowly destroy the rest of her body. But if this woman continues to drag on...
Aside from the exceptional individual Zhutian, the Magnetic Field Power, as far as spacetime is concerned, would likely require the level of Ultimate powerhouse to achieve.
"Ah, how do we fight this? By the way, is there any way to do this?" Waver pulled out the Holy Grail from somewhere, but Iskandar pressed it down.
"Forget it. If we use the Holy Grail to wish for the monster's death, it'll probably unleash a powerful magic cannon that will blast that woman, along with the entire Fuyuki and us, away."
Waver was going crazy. No, what kind of wishes could this all-powerful wish-granting device possibly grant?
The next moment, Bai Mo's voice rang in everyone's minds. "I plan to sever the spiritual veins in this area, which will solve her problem. Although it's troublesome, it's the only way at the moment. If you have no other choice, I will take action."
Cutting off the spiritual vein of Ryuudou Temple was indeed a simple and brutal method. Although it was a pity for this land and would have great consequences, cutting off the controlled spiritual vein would likely cause a lot of losses and even casualties. But at this point, we couldn't care less about those things. Just as everyone was about to agree, Iskandar voiced another opinion.
"No need for that, Bai Mo. We just need to isolate that guy, right? Well then, I'll do it. I'll use my ' Ionioi Hetairoi ' to drag that woman in. That should do the trick."
"Even if I'm dragged into your barrier, that thing still has authority. When I attack her, the power she releases could very well destroy your barrier. It's too unstable," Bai Mo pointed out the problem. If something unexpected happens, Iskandar might have sacrificed himself in vain.
"That's easy. While I'm dragging her into the barrier, you can just take care of the Holy Grail that's connecting the two things underneath," Iskandar replied calmly, which made Bai Mo fall silent for a moment.
"You should have known you were going to die."
"Of course, I will do my best to buy you time."
"Okay, thank you."
There's no need for any pretense; since you've already made up your mind, Bai Mo will respect it.
"What exactly do you want to do?" Waver looked at Iskandar in disbelief, his fists making no attempt to hide his resistance to this absurd plan. Iskandar turned around, and Waver, thinking he was about to be flicked on the head again, crouched down, clutching his head.
Instead of the familiar flick on the forehead, Iskandar placed a pair of large hands on his shoulders and looked at Waver, saying earnestly, "What are you doing? Is this what you're doing?"
Iskandar pointed to the Holy Grail on the ground, while Waver's eyes remained filled with incomprehension.
"Boy, this thing was neither plundered by me nor received as tribute. If you use it to obtain a body, you probably won't be able to sleep at night," Iskandar lamented.
"More importantly... at that meeting, I also came to understand one fact: if this world were conquered in the way I used to, probably no one would be willing to come and join me. It might even lead to making the whole world my enemy. During this time, I have also read a lot of books, on politics, economics, and so on."
"So what are you talking about? I don't understand at all!"
"Hahaha, is that hard to understand? According to the rules, I am not a king recognized by Bai Mo, so naturally I am not qualified to use this Holy Grail. However, how could I, the mighty King of Conquerors, be hindered by such trivial matters? The road to conquering the world is filled with unimaginable difficulties. If I can't even take this first step, what kind of person would I be?"
Iskandar drew his sword, his gaze soaring to the heavens. "Conquering and challenging—this is my creed, Iskandar's creed. If my past self has become an obstacle, then let it be a test. On the day we conquer the world, I and my men will be proud of this righteous path!"
Finally, he looked at his Master and gave a rough but warm smile, "Well, Waver, as a modern man, do you think I'm a remarkable man now?"
Waver was silent for a moment, then firmly raised his head. "I understand."
He stretched out his hand, and the three Command Spell shone brightly. "With the first Command Spell Seal, Rider, do what you want to do. With the second Command Spell, Rider, you must fulfill your wish. With the third Command Spell, Rider, you must return in triumph."
As the three Command Spell disappeared, Waver prepared to leave the chariot. "Now that I've done all I could, I'm no longer your Master. Go do what you want to do." But his collar was pulled back again.
"What are you saying, brat? You're someone who fought alongside me. How can you desert your post in this final battle?" Waver tried to resist, but he couldn't overpower Iskandar.
There was really nothing I could do with him, Waver felt incredibly fulfilled, and then continued to stand beside him.
"Alright, kid, let's go." The oxcart shot straight at Fran like a meteor. The huge Black Mud was like a giant, about to swat the annoying fly. In the sky, Rider shone brightly, and with a roar, his Reality Marble dragged Fran and the huge Black Mud into it.
Gilgamesh also ascended into the air to witness this scene, while in the distance, at the Tohsaka residence—
The wooden cane tapped crisply on the floor. Tokiomi Tohsaka turned around and saw a withered old man who had somehow entered his room.
"This is truly rare. I never expected you to still have the nerve to appear before me, Zouken Matou." Tokiomi raised his cane, the gems embedded in it gleaming, and a series of barriers appeared before him.
"Don't be like that, Tokiomi. After all, we've worked together for a while. Isn't your attitude a bit rude to someone who came to help you?" The ugly old man raised his head, his lifeless eyes staring at Tokiomi like a lifeless puppet.