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"You...you, who exactly are you?! How could you sever my curse?!"

However, the only answer he received was one that was even colder, more deadly, and filled with the aura of death—

Black, gleaming blade!

Black Eyes, already there, at the same time as the blood-red "death storm" erupted, was like the fastest and most silent black lightning, passing through the already routed tide of "shikigami" and appearing silently in front of the door of that ancient teahouse filled with "Zen"!

She did not hesitate for a moment.

She swung the demonic sword "Hachifusa," filled with the aura of death, fiercely down at the seemingly indestructible wooden door, crafted from the toughest and oldest ironwood!

boom--!

Accompanied by a dull, loud bang!

Then, the so-called "impregnable fortress" is like a fragile piece of rotten wood, easily split in two!

……

Meanwhile, on the rooftop of an abandoned building.

Najenda watched as the blood-red storm, filled with the aura of death, erupted in the courtyard, and as the black lightning, which had already silently penetrated into the heart of the enemy. A knowing smile appeared on her face, which was always filled with calmness and determination.

She slowly picked up the communicator in her hand.

"—Artoria."

She spoke in a calm, emotionless tone, as if she were issuing a casual order: "Tonight's dinner can have one more dish."

"The road has been cleaned."

"Next..."

"Use your absolute, kingly tyranny to destroy that filthy rat, already terrified, along with his ridiculous..."

The nest, together...

"—Crush it."

"……snort."

From the other end of the communicator came a cold snort, full of cruelty, bloodlust, and excitement, like that of a "tyrant."

next second.

A torrent of darkness, more ominous than the blood-red moonlight and more filled with the aura of destruction than the deepest night, surged into the sky from the deathly darkness in an instant!

That cold-blooded "Black Knight King" has finally been liberated—her long-awaited, ravenously thirsty...

"—Dragon's fangs" (B).

245 The King's Feast, Ending in Blood

Inside the ancient teahouse, the hoarse, aged curse master leisurely sipped his tea, watching the two beautiful little mice struggle in vain through the shikigami's perspective. However, the smug smile on his face froze completely the next second.

He could clearly feel that the soul link between himself and the hundreds of immortal shikigami made of resentment was completely severed and purified within a few seconds by an even more ancient and purer power of death!

"No...it's impossible!"

His hoarse roar, filled with shock and disbelief, echoed wildly in the empty tea room! He couldn't comprehend how there could be something in this world that could sever his curse!

However, the answer he received was not an echo from hell.

Instead, it was a roar, filled with the absolute tyranny of a "king," powerful enough to completely overturn the entire manor—

roar!

boom--!!!!!!

That ancient tea room, filled with "Zen" atmosphere and crafted from the toughest ironwood, along with the dozens of top-tier bodyguards responsible for its close protection, was instantly and utterly flattened by a torrent of dark, destructive magic that descended from the sky without warning!

In the face of absolute and unreasonable "tyranny of the king," any so-called "tactics" and "defense" seem so ridiculous.

Amidst the billowing smoke and debris, filled with an aura of destruction, a petite yet undeniably regal figure in black slowly emerged from the massive, grotesque ruins.

Artoria Pendragon (Alt), her perpetually cold, doll-like face remained utterly expressionless. Her golden, dragon-like vertical pupils swept indifferently across the chaotic ruins before her, finally settling on the sole "survivor" who had crawled disheveledly out of the rubble.

"—Monster...you monster!"

The curse master's aged body had already been shattered by the terrifying shockwave, his entire body covered in blood. He stared in disbelief at the pitch-black knight king before him, who seemed to have descended from hell. His eyes, once filled with resentment and fear, were now completely consumed by madness!

"—Since that's the case! Then let's all go to hell together!"

He let out a final, hysterical roar! In that moment, he burned away all his withered life force and soul, without reservation!

"—Forbidden Technique: Night Parade of One Hundred Demons!"

A curse power, far greater and more filthy than ever before, filled with the purest malice, erupted from his body in an instant! Countless twisted shadows, teeming with resentment and hatred, of demons and ghosts surged wildly from the shadows beneath his feet, forming a terrifying force capable of dragging any living being into an endless cycle of reincarnation—

"—Death Storm!"

However, this is the final forbidden technique that would make any heroic spirit tremble with fear.

Artoria Pendragon (Alt), however, slowly raised the dark holy sword in her hand, a sword that had long been thirsting for blood.

"—Boring, vaudeville."

She spoke slowly in a cold, emotionless tone, as if pronouncing a predetermined, unchangeable death sentence.

Then, she swung her jet-black holy sword, which had long been imbued with terrifying magical power enough to destroy a city, fiercely towards the massive black storm filled with "death" and "curse" in front of her!

"-Excalbur...Morgan!"

A jet-black beam of light, deeper than the night and purer than destruction, capable of completely devouring and annihilating everything, suddenly erupted from the blade!

The so-called "Night Parade of One Hundred Demons" was like the most fragile and vulnerable bubble in front of the absolute "King's Treasure" that could sever cause and effect. Together with the pitiful curse master who had already burned out all his life, he was completely evaporated and purified by the dark and violent torrent of magic, returning to the purest nothingness.

As the pitch-black pillar of light, filled with an aura of destruction, slowly dissipated.

The White Tiger Group's headquarters manor has long been completely erased from map 2.3.

All that remained was a huge, bottomless, terrifying crater with traces of black magic burning along its edges, and a blood moon that appeared even more eerie and crimson in the night sky.

Artoria Pendragon (Alt) slowly sheathed the black holy sword that still exuded a cold and ominous aura.

She slowly turned around, looking at the Najenda and Akame sisters, who had already silently appeared behind her, equally unharmed, and spoke in a cold, emotionless, and indifferent tone.

"—Cleaning complete."

"go home.".

246 King's Reward

When those four figures, as if they had returned from hell, filled with icy killing intent, silently reappeared in the apartment living room, the warm and noisy "daily family life" was instantly frozen by an invisible, suffocating atmosphere of murderous intent.

The air seemed to still carry the faint, acrid smell of burning, filled with the destructive aura of that dark magic, as well as the lingering, indelible smell of rust from the silent slaughter.

In the living room, the girls who hadn't participated in this "war" all subconsciously stopped what they were doing.

Rin Tohsaka's usually confident and proud face was now filled with solemnity. She could clearly sense that these four "family members" before her had just experienced a true, ruthless—

"--war".

"--Owner."

Najendan, as the "commander" of this operation, slowly stepped forward and, with a military-like and absolutely obedient demeanor, reported the final "results" to Gu Chuan.

"The White Tiger Group has been completely wiped out physically. The target curse master has been confirmed eliminated. Our side suffered zero casualties."

"--very good."

Gu Chuan, looking at the perfect "war machine" composed of real "monsters" before him, revealed a satisfied smile full of "kingly" authority.

He slowly stood up from the sofa, picked up the phone on the table, and dialed the number with an old voice that sounded like it belonged to the underworld.

The phone was answered almost instantly after it rang.

"—Mr. Gu Chuan..."

On the other end of the phone, I heard a series of tense and expectant, suppressed breaths.

"Your trouble has been resolved."

Gu Chuan, ? Temple 02> Death Eight Private Reading - y did not go through any unnecessary, “process-filled” descriptions.

He simply announced the predetermined "outcome" in a cold, emotionless tone, as if stating a simple fact.

"..."

There was a deathly silence on the other end of the phone for several seconds.

a long time.

Ryuichi Watanabe's voice, filled with the air of a "tyrant," aged yet trembling with an uncontrollable intensity, slowly drifted over.

"……I see."

He didn't ask about the process.

I didn't ask about the details.

All he knew was that his nemesis, who had haunted him for weeks, keeping him up at night, and the mysterious curse master whose methods were bizarre and filled him with fear, had been completely wiped off the face of the earth in just a few short hours.

This kind of "godlike," unreasonable, and absolute power completely overwhelmed his heart, which had long been hardened by power and money, with a primal and pure emotion called "awe" at this moment!

"—Starting today."

He spoke, word by word, in a solemn tone that was full of "samurai" authority, absolute and unquestionable, as if he were reciting an "oath of allegiance."

"I, Watanabe Ryuichi, and the entire Black Dragon Society, will offer you our most sublime—"

"--loyalty!"

……

The next morning.

As the first rays of sunlight illuminated this still bustling city, a massive storm, powerful enough to upend the entire underground world, had already quietly swept through.

The White Tiger Group, a massive underworld organization that had lurked in the shadows of the city for decades, vanished overnight. Its headquarters, a manor, was completely erased from the map by a mysterious force that defies scientific explanation, leaving behind only a huge, bottomless, terrifying crater.

The entire city's underground world was plunged into unprecedented panic and chaos.

The Black Dragon Society, with an overwhelming and unquestionable momentum, began its long-planned "takeover" and "expansion."

At the same time, a huge sum of money, enough to make any country's central bank take notice, filled with a "gray" atmosphere, and equity transfer documents of dozens of companies, also quietly appeared on Rin Tohsaka's professional desk, which was full of "housekeeper" qualities.

The family's financial crisis was not only completely resolved.

They even achieved "financial freedom" in an extremely exaggerated way.

However, just as Rin Tohsaka was gazing at the astronomical sum of assets, her jewel-like red eyes sparkling with a blissful light called "money," a cunning, playful phone call, full of "fox-like" shrewdness, rang once again, at an inopportune moment.

Yes, Yura is a thousand years old.

"—Hehe, Gu Chuanjun, you really have given me a huge surprise."

Her voice, which was always full of intellect and gentleness, at this moment carried a rare hint of deep apprehension, which even she herself was unaware of.

"I'm just asking you to deal with a rather disobedient mouse."

"But unexpectedly, you actually, casually, burned that rat's entire granary to the ground."

"Your unreasonable cleaning methods are putting me, the humble mediator, in a very difficult position."

"--Yeah?"

Gu Chuan looked out the window at the still bustling, peaceful city, and spoke slowly in a calm, emotionless tone befitting a "king."

"—Then, from now on."

"This city, that so-called balance..."

"I'll take care of it and redo it."

Hearing that declaration of absolute and unquestionable "hegemony," the other end of the phone fell into a long silence once again.

Finally, a soft laugh, filled with helplessness and understanding, as if the resistance had been completely given up, slowly drifted over.

"...Hehe, I understand."

“Then I am the noble, the only, the supreme king.”

"I'm really looking forward to what you'll bring to our boring city—something new and full of surprises..."