Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

The second standard is Emiya Kiritsugu, a man who is both good and bad.

He wasn't a magician, yet he killed many deserving magicians. That was his achievement. Conversely, he also committed many evil deeds in pursuit of his belief that the majority trumps the minority.

Although he is an enemy of magicians, he himself is also a kind of mad magician.

Justice is a product of immeasurable standards, therefore Kiritsugu Emiya's punishment cannot be simply confined to the ranks of mad magicians. But merits cannot outweigh demerits; under Tsugumi's judgment of the Heavenly Fire, his punishment was thus—

Kiritsugu Emiya's magic circuits remained intact, and were even strengthened. But the price was the pain inflicted by his past sins!

"Aaaaaah!!!" Kiritsugu Emiya screamed, clutching his arms. Irisviel desperately tried to heal him, but to no avail.

"Shirley...Natalia!!!"

In a nightmare from which he could not wake, he cried out the names of his childhood sweetheart and adoptive mother. Countless people he had killed against his conscience in the name of his so-called justice appeared before him like phantoms!

These sins, these pains, will haunt him, causing him to relive the agonizing awakenings in every midnight dream!

He will atone for his sins here before he is allowed to be free!

The most rare third standard is Kenneth, who is better than Tokiomi Tohsaka. Both consider themselves nobles but disdain doing evil. Kenneth's advantage lies in the fact that although he is a lecturer in the Spellcasting Department, he genuinely doesn't engage in the depraved practices that other magicians enjoy.

As the monarch of the Minerals Department, using mercury as his Mystic Code is a manifestation of his power. However, when performing spirit summoning magic, he doesn't engage in large-scale massacres to collect spirits, and he's so naive that he doesn't even realize the Holy Grail War is a complete cheating game.

While it's impossible to say someone remains completely untainted by the mud, they are certainly someone who can maintain their integrity even after undergoing trials.

Therefore, he is the rarest one, and the punishment for him is merely to experience pain.

Unfortunately, he used the magic furnace of his own three foundations to create the Two-Horned King, and the connection of the magic circuit was reversed due to the death of the Two-Horned King, and now it is being burned by the fire of heaven.

He was like a flood of seawater.

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Like a porcelain vase filled with ice, half of his magic circuits snapped off, and he fainted from the excruciating pain.

Even if he recovers, half of his magic circuits will be destroyed!

And what about those whose moral standards are even lower than theirs?

There is only one possible outcome for them.

He was burned alive in extreme agony, and his soul fell into the hands of Tsurugi.

The thrush has flown all over the world, to every place inhabited by humans, bringing punishment and judgment to every corner.

All sinners, whether hidden or past or present, were burned to ashes, their bodies dried up in wailing, their souls falling into the palace of the underworld.

Those who harbor sinful thoughts, even in their suffering, repent and conceal their sins, and though they are not punished, they still have to repent.

As for the innocent, at least by Tsuruga's standards, ordinary people only felt a fleeting warmth or heat, and even their ailments were cured.

Twenty-five seconds later, he returned to his original position, floating in the sky as he opened his arms to embrace the whole world.

Embrace this world, which he has completely saved with his astonishing power!

"Haha, how are you all feeling!" he laughed happily.

"And how do you feel about the world that this sage has created?"

To avoid any unforeseen complications, he first completed the judgment and redemption of the world!

First, punish all the sinners; those who deserve to die, send them to hell first!

He was just a little puzzled as to where those who deserved to die had gone. But they couldn't escape their punishment anyway.

There was no answer, or rather, he couldn't offer any answer. Looking at these souls that were on the verge of death, Tsugumi was also disheartened. He had already filled all twenty-four cards with the Servants who could be infused with black mud.

"Very well, if you will remain silent, then enjoy the wish that this saint has made from the VIP seats."

Tsuruga smiled and raised the Cup of Miracles, holding it high under countless gazes, displaying this condensation of miracles from the outside world.

What wish would he make? Would he transform every world into this state? Or would he scatter the covenant across all worlds, making everything here belong to Heaven?

Regardless of which one it is, there is no doubt that Tsugumi will accomplish the Messiah's great work.

Perhaps countless universes will be 'saved' by him.

"Hurry up, hurry up!!!" Francesca shouted, unable to contain her anticipation.

"Become the savior of this world!"

Tsugumi took a deep breath, raised the Holy Grail, and then...

"I make a wish—"

His expression instantly turned ruthless and resolute.

"Before saving the world, let me destroy whoever orchestrated all of this!!!"

"If you can't kill him—then bring him to me!!!"

Wish fulfilled!

But with the Cup of Miracles shining, it was as if nothing had happened.

From Dongjiang's perspective, however, he saw a familiar face appear before him.

"Long time no see, my friend."

A gentle voice, a calm tone, and a figure draped in linen standing before the river... it was none other than Jesus.

Without hesitation, Tsurugi threw a punch!

237. The Antichrist, Beelzebub

Time and space froze.

With the arrival of the 'person' before them, everything in the world came to a standstill.

Tsuruga's fist shattered the head of the person in front of her without any resistance. With a sound like porcelain breaking, the person's face was completely destroyed by Tsuruga.

Is he Jesus? Dongjiang couldn't really tell.

But all he knew was that even if it was his own brother, he would still fight back if he tried to harm him!

Behind the shattered face lay an empty void. From within came the voice of astonishment and disbelief that Tsurugi could be so ruthless even to Jesus.

Sizzle, sizzle sizzle~~~

A sigh reached Tsurue's ears, followed by a hissing sound like a CD player getting stuck.

Like the prelude to the flapping of millions of flies, it brews deep within that broken, empty face. At first, it's just a sporadic buzzing, then it's like a swarm of maggots emerging from a festering wound—dense, layered, and endless.

There were no flies.

Not a single one.

But the buzzing sound was unmistakably present, squeezing out of every inch of air, crawling across Dongjiang's ear. It wasn't an ordinary sound, but rather carried a certain viscous texture, like a spell brewed from rotten honey.

Then, the whispers began.

It didn't come from the direction of that empty face, but from the shadow of the river, from the gaps in his clothes, from the boundary where his breath rubbed against the air. Countless sounds, without origin, without master, rose like bubbles from a drowning person rising to the surface of the abyss.

"...boots, boots, boots, boots, jingling away..."

"...The sky will burn..."

"...I will, forever, love you all..."

Each syllable carried the warmth of piety, yet rotted and became sticky the moment it left the mouth. The sounds overlapped and intertwined, like hundreds of people chanting scriptures simultaneously in a church, execution ground, or cemetery, their tones identical, utterly meaningless.

And at the heart of it all—behind that shattered face—

It is nothingness.

It is not darkness. Darkness still has boundaries, and there is still the possibility of being driven away by light. This is something deeper, an emptiness left after existence has been gouged out. It has no form, yet it clearly breathes; it has no eyes, yet it makes all who gaze upon it feel gazed upon.

The emptiness on his face was like an open mouth, and on his skin, there seemed to be countless identical faces and fragments.

Like shattered porcelain being pulled by invisible threads, the fragments hovered and trembled, trying to piece together a face. But in the end, all that was formed was an empty mirror.

Sizzle, sizzle sizzle~~~

The buzzing suddenly rose, a whisper mixed with the sharp whistling of rust scraping against each other.

Dongjiang did not retreat.

His fist remained pressed against the void, his knuckles white, his strength undiminished. In this world where time and space stood still, only he and this inhuman being could move.

"You're not my brother," Tsugumi said coldly.

"I, of course, am not." The empty, faceless figure let out a mysterious laugh.

"You are Christ!!!"

"Go to hell, I'm not!" Tsurugi retracted her fist, raised her middle finger, and suddenly grinned wickedly.

"I have no Confucius in my hands, no Lao Tzu above my head, no Zhuangzi behind my back—oh, and no blind man to poke my eye!"

"Of course, if you don't mind, I can send you a set of this skin for free so you can talk to him about the copyright issue."

Faceless Man:

The carefully crafted atmosphere of religious terror was completely ruined by Tsurugi's hellish joke.

"So—you are Beelzebub? Baal? Or should I call you Baalzebub?"

With her arms crossed, Tsugumi bluntly exposed the guy's true colors!

The moment that fly appeared, Dongjiang already guessed who it was! In the entire hell, besides Beelzebub, who else has such a deep connection with insects?

Besides, Francesca openly admitted that it was Beelzebub who was behind the scheme, didn't she?

"What makes you, a mere mortal, the one he favors the most?"

The Faceless Man's voice was no longer empty, but became closer to human—or rather, it imitated the feeling of becoming human.

"God knows, don't you guys get tired of asking the same questions every time?" Tsurugi said, pursing her lips.

"Heh, perhaps I'm right, you and he do resemble each other quite a bit..." the faceless man said in a leisurely voice.

"What are you saying? Are you and Lao Ye friends?"

Not friends, but

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"I'm at least not his son," the Faceless Man said.