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Despite not knowing what his Master was up to, Hassan the Hundred Faces still did his best to stop Zaid.

Following the powerful attraction that Markul exerted on him, Kirei Kotomine flew directly in front of Markul.

Kirei Kotomine was now completely free of his restraints, unleashing astonishing speed. He pulled out several sword-hilt-like objects from the sleeves of his robe, filled them with magic, and tough blades emerged from the hilts.

That is a concept item called "Black Key," an attack tool unique to the Holy Church and bestowed upon its agents, capable of effectively attacking spirits such as Servants.

After Kirei Kotomine used magic to generate the Black Key, he did not engage in close combat with Markul, because given Markul's current body temperature, engaging in close combat would be a complete disadvantage.

Kirei Kotomine threw the black key like a javelin.

However, when Black Key approached Markul, he was directly knocked away by the layer of fire magic veil on Markul's body, and the sharp blade that could harm spirits did not hurt Markul at all.

"Even the black keys can't hurt him? It seems we have no choice but to use that method."

The attraction emanating from Markul continued to exert its effect, and Kirei Kotomine was completely unable to escape this gravitational field, only being drawn closer and closer.

Kirei Kotomine did not resist; instead, he used his intact leg to push off with his foot, approaching Markul at an even faster speed.

Markul punched Kirei Kotomine in the abdomen, who had been drawn towards him. The scorching fist was so intense that even Kirei's steel-hard body couldn't withstand it. The fibers of the robe that clung to his abdomen began to melt, and the proteins on the skin beneath the robe began to deteriorate.

Kirei Kotomine snorted coldly, pulled out several black keys from his sleeve, and after activating his magic, the sharp blades that could penetrate the spirit's defenses and damage the spirit were thrust straight into Markul's chest.

But Markul grabbed the blades of the black keys, and the so-called sharp blades that could harm spirits began to crumble rapidly in the raging flames in his palm, disintegrating instantly.

Although he is also a spirit, he is a follower, a figure who has left his mark on history, not an ordinary spirit. The mystery surrounding him far surpasses that of those wandering ghosts. Low-end anti-spirit weapons like the Black Key have almost no effect on him.

Without hesitation, Kirei Kotomine pulled out several more Black Keys. This time, the blades of the Black Keys were plunged into Markul's eyes.

Although she is a Servant, her eyes are still one of the most vulnerable parts of her body. When Markul saw this, he blocked the black key with his hand, and the magical veil on his arm swayed away the black key.

"A great opportunity!"

Seeing this, Kirei Kotomine took advantage of the moment when Markul lowered his arm to block, and pressed his hand directly onto Markul's face.

To be precise, it was placed on the skull mask on Markul's face, which was now wreathed in flames.

Sizzle sizzle~

Kirei Kotomine felt as if he wasn't pressing down on someone's face, but rather reaching his hand directly into the still-red lava that had just erupted from the volcano.

His palms were being scorched; he felt they would be burnt in a few seconds.

But he was completely unaware of this and began to chant the incantation devoutly.

"Declaration: We kill, we live. What we wound, we heal..."

Chapter 58 Kirei's Death, Hassan's Hundred Faces (Alter)

"Declaration: We kill, we live. What we wound, we heal..."

Kirei Kotomine chanted the incantation.

For the church's believers, magic was heresy and something that should not be learned.

However, if the form changes to a church-style magic, that is, a "miracle," then it is permissible to learn it, which is the standardized simplified ritual [baptismal chant].

This ritual, by utilizing the universal foundation of "doctrine," can function anywhere in the world.

It lacks the physical interference of magic that shatters rocks, unlike other magic spells, but it exerts tremendous power on spirits.

The spirit that receives baptismal chanting will be immediately elevated by the Lord's teachings and return to its rightful "seat".

This is what is known as exorcism.

If Kirei Kotomine were facing a 500-year-old demon whose body and mind were already corrupted, he could easily send it to its death with a baptismal chant.

However, ordinary Servants don't fall for this.

If the Servant is associated with vampires, demons, or vengeful spirits, baptismal chants can still harm them.

Although Markul is now engulfed in flames and looks like a demon, he is not a demon.

"what are you doing?"

Markul grabbed the hand that was pressing against his face and moved it away.

"Oh, so it seems you haven't obtained demonic power, just simple flames? I miscalculated again."

Kirei Kotomine sighed.

He is now exhausted.

There's nothing else we can do.

The next second, his heart was forcibly ripped out by Markul's delusional mental sounds in a super-powerful form.

"Master!"

Hassan cried out in alarm as he realized that the magical connection to his body was weakening, and the thread connecting him to his Master was becoming thinner and thinner, about to break.

His Master is now undoubtedly going to die.

"Qili!"

Kirei Kotomine went to find a fire extinguisher and is now returning with it, intending to try using it to extinguish the flames and see if it can help Kirei Kotomine defeat his opponent.

But it was clear that he was a little late getting back.

"Ahhh~ Is this my heart? It's so red, and it's still beating."

Kirei Kotomine watched as his heart beat twice in Markul's hand, before being roasted by the powerful flames emanating from Markul's palm.

Kirei Kotomine lost all his strength as a result and eventually collapsed.

"No!"

Hassan Hyakko and Riko Kotomine were wailing in pain.

at this time.

boom!

The entire ceiling of the church was forcibly ripped off by a powerful force.

A large golden spaceship hovered above the church.

On the golden spaceship, Gilgamesh sat on his throne, with Tokiomi Tohsaka standing beside him like a subject.

"Qili!"

Tokiomi Tohsaka gasped in surprise upon seeing the scene below.

He seems to have arrived a step too late, just one step away. Why didn't he make it in time?

Could it be that the Tohsaka family's ancestral curse of failing him caused him to be a step too late?

Gilgamesh frowned slightly upon seeing the scene below.

"I thought I was going to see a good show, but when I arrived, the show was already over. I'm furious!"

In the next instant, countless golden waves rose in the air, and from the waves, countless sharp blades shot out. It was a sword domain composed of countless blades, like a golden rain of swords. No one could escape from this range, and everything that existed below was enveloped within it.

"My lord! There are still living people down there. Brother Li Zheng is not the enemy, and Assassin's other clones are also on our side."

"What does this have to do with me? All I want now is for everything to be buried with Kirei Kotomine!"

Faced with Gilgamesh's illogical and domineering behavior, Tokiomi Tohsaka can only pray that Risei Kotomine is safe and sound.

As for Assassin, now that he no longer has Kirei Kotomine's support, he has begun to gradually disintegrate.

Servants are like that; despite their strength far surpassing that of humans, without the mana supply from a mage, apart from Servants with skills like "Acting Alone," it's difficult for them to survive for long.

"I never expected it to end like this. My clone betrayed me and tried to kill my Master, and I couldn't protect him at all. But with Archer, he should be able to kill the betrayed clone."

As Hassan's body began to fade, he looked at the endless golden rain of swords in the sky and felt a sense of relief.

Before the rain of swords descended, he transformed into a beam of light, heading towards the realm of the defeated, the final resting place of the defeated, a place known as the Lesser Holy Grail.

However, Zaid and Makur intercepted the light.

"Where are we going? My other personalities."

"You want to escape? We are one, how could you abandon us and leave?"

Hassan the Hundred Faces should now go to the Lesser Grail, because his Master is dead, he has lost his source of magic and will naturally disappear.

However, Zaid and Markul do not need Kirei Kotomine's offerings; they still exist and manifest outwardly.

This raises the question: is Baima Hassan still alive or not?

As it turns out, no.

They are ultimately one entity, just with different wills and ways of thinking. Originally, it was led by Hassan Hyakami under Kirei Kotomine's control, but now it is led by Zaid and Makur under Ducan's control.

"No! You can't do this! Let me go! I want to die!"

"Hehehe! How could we let you die? If you die, what will we need?"

"Yes, what should we use?"

Despite being enveloped in a rain of golden swords, Zaid and Markul calmly unleashed their Noble Phantasms.

It wasn't a new treasure bestowed by Du Can, but rather an item they already possessed.

"【Zabaniya】!"

By reversing the effect of this Noble Phantasm, they will incorporate the other personalities of Hassan of a Hundred Faces into themselves.

The Hundred-Faced Hassan will once again become a unified whole.

However, this whole will possess completely different power and mindset.

"No!"

The powerful, twisted concepts and will of thought within Zaid and Makur's spiritual cores began to accept and transform the remaining personalities of Hassan the Hundred Faces, making them unique.

Now, Hassan the Hundred Faces had to accept everything; his spirit origin had been distorted by twisted concepts, and his spirit core had been corrupted by the will of the powerful.

He became unlike himself.

He can now be called Alter.

"Hahaha! I am stronger now, I am the executor of the first generation's will... no, I have now surpassed the first generation!"

Hassan the Hundred-Faced Man, engulfed in endless flames, appeared before the world.