Kamen Rider Date A Live

Seeing Alaya's teary-eyed expression as she prepared to use her cuteness, Gaia remained expressionless. However, her next words carried an irresistible force, and under this force, Alaya, without any sense of shame, instantly nodded in agreement and gave Ken a hateful look.

Seeing that Gaia and Alaya had finished their discussion, Key wrote again.

"Now, can you tell me exactly why you did this?"

Chapter 178 The Annihilation of Caster (Part 9)

Chapter 178: The Annihilation of the Caster (Part 9)

"OMG... I'm so angry! What?! It's just a clone! And it said something like 'Be careful, greed will bring retribution'... Damn it!! Gaia-chan! Why didn't you just give it a good beating?! This guy's behavior is so annoying! Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it!!!!!!!!!!"

After finalizing the deal, before leaving, Jian said to someone with an ambiguous tone, "Be careful, greed will bring retribution," and then left using the "teleportation" ring.

When things returned to calm here, and only the two of them remained, Alaya's little face turned bright red from the atmosphere, and she started to stomp her feet and vent her anger like a little girl, while cursing incessantly. Her resentment was almost materialized and broke through the sky!

Meanwhile, Gaia remained silent, watching Alaya. Beneath her calm and composed eyes, no one could guess what she was thinking.

After a while, as Alaya's venting began to slow down, Gaia put down her teacup and said in an unquestionable tone.

"Enough, Alaya. I've said it before, we've already received enough benefits, and we must never antagonize 'existence.' Do you want us to die sooner?"

"No, no!! That's absolutely not what I meant! Gaia-chan! I just wanted to get more benefits, I definitely didn't want us to die sooner!"

Under Gaia's imposing presence, Alaya hurriedly offered her explanation. Seeing this, Gaia, unusually, sighed and said...

"Alright, I won't go into the details. Let's make preparations first. That agitω is no match for that thing now, not to mention there's that person too. We need to make various preparations, and if necessary, we'll take action. Now, let's go and inform the Heroic Spirits that the game is over."

Gaia's serious words made Alaya gradually stop his frantic movements, take a deep breath, and slowly nod in agreement.

"Ah."

………………

Although she didn't understand why it wasn't raining in Meta Realm, since the battle was over, there was no point in thinking about it anymore. Ignoring her inner doubts, agitω flew to the ground and came to the group. She found two unfamiliar people there and subconsciously asked them a question.

"These two people are..."

"Ah, they're back, agitω. These two were the pilots on these two planes. To avoid exposing the Holy Grail War, we just pulled them over and interfered with their memories."

Kenneth glanced at agitω and casually explained—actually, Kenneth originally intended to kill them, but under the combined pressure from Webber and Irisviel, the two pilots, who were still unconscious, unknowingly saved their lives.

"Oh, thank you."

After giving a perfunctory thank you, agitω looked at the group of people who were still in the same state, as well as the sea monster that was still frozen. agitω felt a headache coming on, but what should be done next?

However, agitω was undoubtedly lucky. Just as agitω was worrying about what to do next, the light that had been shining on all the heroic spirits suddenly disappeared without any warning, and all the heroic spirits returned to normal.

However, what followed was a change in the expressions and facial features of the heroic spirits.

Lancer's expression was one of regret, Rider's was one of slight surprise followed by no further expression, Saber's expression changed the most, first she was greatly surprised, then she closed her eyes to think about something, and finally she sighed as if she had let go of something, while Berserker's expression was very strange, the black aura on his body was slowly dissipating, and at the same time he looked at Saber, but his eyes no longer had the madness and fighting spirit of before.

Joan of Arc, at the very end, was arguably the one with the most serene expression. There was no change in her demeanor as she quietly gazed at the frozen sea monster, the subtle glint in her eyes unreadable to anyone.

However, perhaps no one needs to understand this, because this is something that only Joan of Arc and Caster can understand each other.

So, while agitω was curious about why Archer, Rider, and the others who were flying towards this place knew something, and why their expressions changed like before, and why they immediately went to find their Master, they realized that their magic power could no longer maintain the icy form for too long. This time was also enough to fulfill their promise to Jeanne.

Thinking and moving at the same time, agitω reached out his hand to Joan of Arc, and Joan of Arc, without hesitation, grabbed agitω's hand, letting agitω lead her, and at the same time, revealed a beautiful smile that made agitω's heart pound, a smile for reasons unknown.

Before long, agitω brought Jeanne to the frozen sea monster. With her other free hand outstretched, she aimed at the sea monster and activated her ability to manipulate cold air!

It formed inside the ice, transforming into a massive ice tunnel. The hard ice sealed and isolated the sea monster's flesh, while the sea monster let out a trembling wail, but it was unable to move due to the ice.

After the ice passage was fully formed, the ice blocks connecting the outer layer of the ice passage automatically dissipated, making way for the passage. Agitω, the instigator of all this, pulled Jeanne d'Arc and flew inside. After only half a minute, the two arrived at the central location of this sea monster. A book in human skin attached to it was the first thing that caught their eyes. Nearby was Caster, who was chained by ice chains.

Upon seeing Agitω with wings on its back and a dazzling ice-blue body, Caster was captivated and failed to notice the figure below Agitω.

"Ohhhhhh!!!! You wretched angels!! Why do you still have to get in my way even now! You abandoned the Holy Maiden back then, and now you're offering this help, what do you want the Holy Maiden to do?! I, Gilles de Rais, if I can't stop you from taking the Holy Maiden away, then let the Holy Maiden be destroyed by my own hands!!"

As he spoke, Gil, completely driven mad, began to disrupt his own magic and his own Noble Phantasm. The Sea Demon was doing the same thing to him. Clearly, Gil, just as he had said, would not let you have it if he could not have it!

Caster is now planning to detonate his Noble Phantasm, the Sea Demon, himself, and Agitω, perishing together!

"Hey! Is this madman planning to self-destruct?!"

At this moment, agitω's expression finally changed drastically. If these three things really self-destructed, it would be a question whether he could survive, not to mention that it would very likely cause a small nuclear explosion and a small tsunami in Fuyuki City!

Not only for himself, but also for the countless ordinary people living in Fuyuki City, agitω could only apologize to Jeanne in his heart at this moment, and planned to take action to kill Caster before he could self-destruct—but Jeanne's calm words made Caster freeze and stop self-destructing.

"Jill, stop."

Chapter 179: The Annihilation of Caster (Part 10)

Chapter 179: The Annihilation of the Caster (Part 10)

"Jill, stop."

This was such a plain sentence, devoid of any embellishment, simply stating the purpose of the statement. Logically, the already mentally unstable French Marshal Gilles de Rais would not have stopped his mad actions because of this sentence. However—if the person who said this was Joan of Arc, then it would be a different story.

"Ah...ah...ah...ahh ...

Gilles felt a pang of emotion upon hearing Joan of Arc's voice, but his already deranged rationality instinctively led him to believe that it was all an agitω conspiracy!

Joan of Arc, once again ignored, showed no change in expression. She simply told agitω to put herself down, retrieved her weapons, and then, carrying her sword and flag, slowly walked toward Gillespie.

"Jill, still don't recognize me?"

At this moment, Joan of Arc and Gilles were only about two meters apart. If they still couldn't tell who was who, then Gilles probably needed to be remade (laughs). But—

At this moment, Gilles has already lost his mind and refuses to acknowledge that the Saint Maiden (Jeanne) in front of him is the real Saint Maiden (Jeanne). In Gilles' eyes, only the Saint Maiden (Artoria) outside is his real Saint Maiden (Artoria)!

As Gil thought this, the slight confusion that had just appeared in her eyes faded, replaced by endless anger because the Holy Maiden had been impersonated!

Joan of Arc, who had been calmly observing Gilles, noticed the fleeting confusion in Gilles' eyes. Upon seeing the anger in Gilles's eyes, she sighed inwardly, raised her sword and banner, channeled her magic, and with a mix of complex emotions—remembering, sorrow, apology, and joy—uncontrollable tears welled in her eyes as she spoke loudly.

"Jill! Wake up!!!"

As Joan of Arc spoke, the sword and the banner clashed, and in an instant, the two intersecting objects began to converge with light in a frenzy!

Countless particles of light drifted toward the sword and banner in Joan of Arc's hand, surrounding her and making her appear breathtakingly beautiful, leaving agitω momentarily mesmerized.

The truth behind this radiance is glory, the very dream that all warriors who have perished on the battlefield throughout history have pursued and longed for throughout their lives.

At the tender age of seventeen, she decisively ended the 116-year-long war between Britain and France, winning every battle she fought. This achievement is unparalleled, this glory incomparable; it transcends time and will live on forever. She is a true national hero.

And now, this glory is gathered in the sword and banner that Joan of Arc holds high. She takes pride in this glory, uses it as a blade to cut through everything, and as a radiant light to protect everything. At this moment, Joan of Arc, who has upheld her beliefs, has quietly withdrawn the sword from her hand and put it back at her waist. She is now Joan of Arc, who holds the banner tightly in both hands, and loudly sings the true name of this glory in her hands.

Its name is—

"The glory of salvation and blessing!!!!!"

It wasn't that she waved the flag at the enemy, nor that she used it to defend herself against attacks. Rather, at the moment when the light within the flag reached its zenith, Joan of Arc threw her flag into the sky!

Surrounded by dazzling light, the flag was like an arrow released from a bow. No one doubted that the flag would pierce through the sea monster's body, but—something surprising happened.

The banner did not pierce through the sea monster, but instead ignored its flesh and entered its body directly, and then—it emitted light.

The light that had been gathered on the flag was released after entering the sea monster's body, enveloping the sea monster and everyone present.

Indeed, not only the three inside agitω were illuminated by the light, but also all the Masters and Heroic Spirits outside felt this pure light of blessing and redemption.

The masters unconsciously closed their eyes, as if drawn by the light, feeling it. At the same time, they didn't realize that their physical strength and magic power were slowly recovering.

The other heroic spirits outside were less affected by this move and did not unconsciously close their eyes, but they all showed an intoxicated expression—even Archer, who had just arrived, was no exception.

"This is Joan of Arc... the radiance of a saint... Although she resembles the little girl, the Knight King, before she understood things, she is also different. It truly makes me realize once again that this Holy Grail War was worthwhile! Wahahahahahaha!!"

Although Joan of Arc's figure cannot be seen, Rider can imagine her feelings and expression when she used this move—no regrets, absolutely no regrets! Even if I am falsely accused and die a violent death, I have no regrets! If I could choose again, I would choose to take up my sword and banner and fight once more! Not only to liberate the country from war, but also because it is history created together with my comrades who support me! I must spread the light of redemption and blessing throughout the country!

What admirable character! One cannot help but admire Joan of Arc!

But this is precisely the difference between Joan of Arc and Artoria. Although both acted for their countries, Lydia wanted to go back in time to change everything, denying the history she and her companions had created. Joan of Arc, however, did not do so; she accepted everything openly. This radiance is the best proof of that!

As Rider snapped out of his reverie and burst into laughter, Archer also withdrew his intoxicated smile, revealing a slightly wicked grin.

"Hmph... Conqueror King, what you said is quite good. I mercifully agree. This trip has indeed been worthwhile."

As he spoke, Archer stared at the sea monster. After a while, he returned to his ark, turned to Rider, ignored the other three recovered Heroic Spirits, and said with a smile full of fighting spirit.

"By the way, Conqueror King. When the lackey returns, tell him that I will be waiting for him on that bridge, as the place for our final battle."

Archer's words made Rider's eyes flash, and he gave him a serious look.

"...Do you know what you're doing, Babylonian Hero King? You received those messages too, didn't you?"

"Oh? You only realized it now?"

The title "archer" brought a smile to his face, ignoring the warning tone of "rider" that followed.

"So what do you plan to do, Rider? Are you going to vent your anger with violence right here and now?"

"While it would be a pleasure to do so, I don't want to waste my magic at a time like this if my opponent is you."

After Rider frankly and openly stated his position without any pretense, he glanced at Archer and said with disdain.

"Of course, if you are unwilling to miss the opportunity and insist on fighting me, I am ready to accompany you at any time."

"It's alright. I'll allow you to escape, Conqueror. I wouldn't be satisfied if I didn't defeat you when you were in perfect condition."

Upon hearing Archer's composed declaration, Rider mischievously raised an eyebrow and said...

"Hmm? Haha. That being said, it's actually because all the Heroic Spirits present seem to be looking at you with hostility, right?"

"...Anyone who provokes me must atone with their death!"

Knowing this was no joke, and with the hostile gazes from the other three Heroic Spirits making Archer wary, he pursed his lips in annoyance, stopped talking, and flew away.

"Jill, stop."

This was such a plain sentence, devoid of any embellishment, simply stating the purpose of the statement. Logically, the already mentally unstable French Marshal Gilles de Rais would not have stopped his mad actions because of this sentence. However—if the person who said this was Joan of Arc, then it would be a different story.

"Ah...ah...ah...ahh ...

Gilles felt a pang of emotion upon hearing Joan of Arc's voice, but his already deranged rationality instinctively led him to believe that it was all an agitω conspiracy!

Joan of Arc, once again ignored, showed no change in expression. She simply told agitω to put herself down, retrieved her weapons, and then, carrying her sword and flag, slowly walked toward Gillespie.

"Jill, still don't recognize me?"

At this moment, Joan of Arc and Gilles were only about two meters apart. If they still couldn't tell who was who, then Gilles probably needed to be remade (laughs). But—

At this moment, Gilles has already lost his mind and refuses to acknowledge that the Saint Maiden (Jeanne) in front of him is the real Saint Maiden (Jeanne). In Gilles' eyes, only the Saint Maiden (Artoria) outside is his real Saint Maiden (Artoria)!

As Gil thought this, the slight confusion that had just appeared in her eyes faded, replaced by endless anger because the Holy Maiden had been impersonated!

Joan of Arc, who had been calmly observing Gilles, noticed the fleeting confusion in Gilles' eyes. Upon seeing the anger in Gilles's eyes, she sighed inwardly, raised her sword and banner, channeled her magic, and with a mix of complex emotions—remembering, sorrow, apology, and joy—uncontrollable tears welled in her eyes as she spoke loudly.

"Jill! Wake up!!!"