Abnormal Moon

He had promised Roy that he could do whatever he wanted with Juemon as long as he pleased, and Juemon's silent escape was a blatant disregard for his words.

Jiemon was unable to move and could only lie on the ground, with a small pool of blood beneath him.

He glared at the gleaming golden spirit with gritted teeth, filled with resentment.

"Magicians are truly brainless creatures. If I had known this would happen, I should have used the Greater Grail to wipe out all magicians ten years ago."

Gilgamesh stood on the lamppost, looking down at Ji'emon on the ground with disdain and disgust.

"……What did you say?"

Ji'emon suddenly stared wide-eyed in astonishment.

"You've got your head held too high, you mongrel! Who gave you permission to covet the king's face!"

Gilgamesh's handsome features twisted menacingly, and with a wave of his hand, the golden ripples in the sky expanded further, reaching more than a dozen.

Roy was secretly annoyed.

Why would Jiemon go and provoke Gilgamesh?

If he dies at the hands of Gilgamesh, wouldn't he be unable to kill him personally?

Ji'emon looked up at Gilgamesh, his face filled with a mixture of fear and apprehension.

But when he thought of something else, he couldn't help but feel a surge of evil thoughts.

"Wait a minute, you said ten years ago you gave up the Greater Grail... Could it be that ten years ago, it was what caused that great catastrophe—"

"It is I, or more precisely, my master."

Gilgamesh's eyes narrowed, and a malicious smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Could it be that you, that eccentric magician over there, are some kind of righteous hero? You can't stand seeing tragic things happen before your eyes?"

Judging from his expression, Roy could tell that Gilgamesh was in high spirits again.

Trampling on the ideals of those who champion justice must have been something that brought him joy in the long time.

"...Is that so? You are the culprits."

Ji'emon paused for a moment, then his features contorted in a bizarre manner.

"Haha, sob sob... Lancer, it's fine if you don't acknowledge me as your master, it's fine if you're involved with that traitor, but here, I'm giving you my final order—kill that golden Heroic Spirit!"

He was crying and laughing at the same time, like he had gone mad.

Has he lost his mind?

Just as everyone was thinking the same thing, a scarlet demonic light suddenly burst forth from the back of his hand.

"This idiot!"

Roy was caught off guard, and his heart tightened.

He immediately reactivated the Mystic Eyes, attempting to control that final Command Seal.

But it was already too late.

Command Seals are small magical spells that can be activated instantly with a Master’s strong will. If the Command Seals are not kept under the Mystic Eyes at all times, it is impossible to prevent their activation.

When Roy opened his Mystic Eyes and looked over, Ji'emon's last Command Seal had already transformed into pure magic, forming a mandatory command on Jeanne.

Joan of Arc had no choice but to raise her two pistols and fire one at the only intact street lamp.

With a crack, the streetlight broke.

Gilgamesh had no choice but to jump away, landing on the ground not far from the group.

But at this moment, the joy on his face had completely vanished, leaving only a gloomy expression, and his anger erupted like a volcano.

"You mere cultivator dared to make me stand on the same ground as you! You deserve to die a thousand deaths!"

As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen Noble Phantasm-level weapons emerged from the golden ripples in the sky and rained down on Jeanne d'Arc, who was attacking him.

And Ji'emon lying on the ground in the distance.

Jeanne d'Arc quickly jumped to the side, dodging the barrage of Noble Phantasms.

Master...

She wanted to help her Master immediately, but bound by the Command Spell magic, she couldn't turn back at all. She could only raise her twin pistols again and charge towards Gilgamesh.

rear.

Jiemon was completely unable to move.

At that moment, he no longer wanted to move.

Several Noble Phantasms shot towards him like arrows, piercing straight through his body and leaving several holes in his back and chest. His internal organs, including his heart, convulsed violently in pain.

Blood flowed down as if it were free, and the pool of blood beneath him visibly expanded.

At the same time, his strength dissipated from his entire body.

Even a magician would surely die from such a severe injury.

This time, there's no way to escape by faking death.

I'm really going to die.

Jiemon lay on the ground, his vision blurring from blood loss. He could only see Lancer constantly blocking the golden Heroic Spirit's Noble Phantasm, while the traitorous homunculus glared at him with hatred.

Then his consciousness gradually faded.

"Looking back now, what have I been doing all my life...?"

He has been losing things constantly throughout his life.

Even if they gain something, they will soon leave him.

The despair of losing someone who loves him.

The despair of losing the one he loves.

And the despair of losing someone you don't even need to love.

In his hazy state, he seemed to feel a familiar large hand reaching out to his head and gently stroking him.

"Father, Mother..."

Ji'emon lay on the ground, his eyes gradually losing focus, and his breath slowly fading away.

This magician, who had lived a muddled life for nearly four hundred years, finally died.

"A troublemaker who causes chaos wherever he goes!"

Roy's eyes were practically spitting fire as he looked at Jiemon's corpse.

"...No, from this guy's perspective, using up all his Command Seals before he died and provoking the King of Heroes was actually the right choice."

Whether he falls into the hands of the King of Heroes or Roy, Ji'emon will definitely not survive.

Since death is inevitable either way, we should naturally create the biggest trouble for him before he dies.

In Roy's eyes, Jiemon must have thought the same thing, which is why he abruptly used a Command Spell during his conversation with Gilgamesh.

"Saber, go help Lancer!"

Roy withdrew his gaze and looked at the other battlefield with a troubled expression.

Gilgamesh stood there, motionless, but the golden ripples around him were spreading more and more, and his face was full of arrogance and cold killing intent.

Joan of Arc was overwhelmed by the barrage of countless Noble Phantasms. She was already wounded, and the magic of her Command Seals was of no help whatsoever. The difference in strength was so great that it was despair-inducing.

"learn."

Upon receiving the order, Demon King Souji rushed forward without hesitation, his blade enveloped in boundless light, slashing straight at Gilgamesh's head in an attempt to relieve the siege of Lancer.

Chapter 105 She's not to be trifled with (1010, please subscribe!)

"You brat, do you also intend to be my enemy?"

Gilgamesh waved his hand, and a shield appeared beside him, blocking the attack from Demon King Souji.

His menacing, venomous eyes were fixed aggressively on Roy, his gaze filled with a strong warning and threat.

If we really have to become his enemy.

Even if he held a sliver of admiration for this brat, and even if he hadn't gotten the answer to his question, he would never show any mercy.

That meaning was evident in his eyes.

"Roy, get out of here right now!"

Thanks to the Demon King's assistance, Jeanne finally had a chance to catch her breath, and she quickly shouted to Roy.

She's a heroic spirit, so it doesn't matter if she dies here.

But Roy was a man who lived in the moment. If he died, everything would be over. The people who loved him, the people he cared about, and the wish he had not yet fully realized would all be lost here!

Joan of Arc's gaze suddenly shifted, and she looked down at herself.

The resentment clinging to her body was rapidly dissipating, the darkness gradually fading away, and she was slowly returning to her original form!