I, Wang Ha, the Three Red Unparalleled Assassin

"Then the Conqueror King and I will be the vanguard, and we will definitely create the conditions you want."

After speaking, Artoria turned and rushed towards the sea. Blessed by the Lake Nymph, she had the ability to walk on water as if it were flat ground.

This skill should be an active skill. If it's a passive skill, then Artoria will only be able to take showers and not baths for the rest of her life.

Seeing that King Arthur had already rushed out, Iskandar naturally did not want to fall behind.

He lashed out the reins, urging the two divine bulls to charge headlong into the giant sea monster, shouting a loud battle cry.

"Ya ya la la la la la hey—!"

Just as the temporarily agreed-upon battle plan was being implemented, the figures of the Old Man of the Mountain and Merry appeared on the other side of the dock.

Mary pouted, looking sullen, feeling incredibly resentful that she hadn't been able to eat a delicious dinner.

The girl stared at the enormous sea monster that was baring its fangs and claws under the attacks of Artoria and Iskandar, a vein bulging on her fair forehead.

"Is this the guy? Let me just give him a holy sword and send him back to his hometown!"

"No, Meryl. Your task is to cast an illusion to completely block out this generation. Leave the rest to me."

The old man of the mountain stared at the giant sea monster in the thick fog, his eyes flashing with a scarlet blood light, while the sound of the evening bells echoing in his ears grew clearer and louder.

Gray death energy and bluish-black ghost fire spread through the air and on the ground, and the aura emanating from the Mountain Elder became increasingly solid and terrifying.

Then, carrying his greatsword, he slowly walked towards the sea.

Meili stared at the old man's back for a while, then raised her large staff and began to cast an illusion, creating a huge barrier that enveloped the entire port area.

In the sky, Gilgamesh and Tokiomi Tohsaka, riding on Vimana, had been watching Artoria and Iskandar do a lot of useless work for quite some time.

Whether it was Artoria's sword slash or Iskandar's chariot charge and crushing, they could only damage one tentacle of that huge sea monster, and the wound would be restored to its original state within a second or two.

Such a rapid recovery kept the two main attackers busy dealing with the situation, making it impossible for them to inflict any effective damage on the sea monster.

Naturally, it was impossible for Diarmuid to deliver the fatal blow as previously envisioned.

Gilgamesh, fueled by his pent-up resentment, refused to respond to any of Tokiomi Tohsaka's pleas.

He didn't come here to deal with the pests in the courtyard; Wang considered that to be the job of a gardener.

Moreover, Gilgamesh was certain that even if he didn't take action, someone else would resolve this minor disaster that didn't even amount to the end of the world.

Faced with Gilgamesh's attitude, Tokiomi Tohsaka clenched his fists, his gaze sweeping over the two remaining Command Seals on the back of his hand, feeling extremely conflicted.

He knew in his heart that if he really had to use a Command Spell to get Gilgamesh to kill the monster, then his relationship with the King of Heroes would be completely broken afterward.

Torn between upholding the prestige of the Tohsaka family and fulfilling the long-cherished wish of his ancestors, Tokiomi Tohsaka was caught in a dilemma and unable to make the right choice.

"Waaaaah!"

Under the fierce attack of Artoria and Iskandar, the sea monster opened all the mouthparts on its body and burst out with a sonic howl.

Countless eyeballs appeared on the sea monster's body, completely covering its entire form, making it look exceptionally eerie.

As the sea monster swung its enormous tentacles at Artoria, it also unleashed thousands of smaller tentacles from its body, entangled Iskandar, who was racing through the sky.

"Wow, this big guy is pretty fierce."

Iskandar skillfully maneuvered his chariot to avoid the disgusting tentacles, and if he couldn't avoid them, he would either swing his sword to cut them off or unleash lightning to char them.

After fighting the sea monster for a minute or two, Iskandar and Artoria chose to retreat temporarily.

Just as they stepped ashore, a powerful force of frost, capable of freezing everything, swept up, and the seawater was instantly frozen into ice.

The white, chilling air spread outwards at an incredible speed, as if it were extending to the very edge of the sky.

In the blink of an eye, the sea within a radius of a hundred miles was completely frozen, and even the sea demon was frozen in place by the frost.

Everyone looked in the direction of the burst of magic and saw the Old Man of the Mountain, who had appeared on the beach at some unknown time, holding a greatsword with ice-blue runes that had been plunged into the sea.

The next moment, an incredibly loud evening bell rang out in the sky, allowing everyone inside the barrier to hear this sound that signified the end.

"Boom—!"

"Boom—!"

"Boom—!"

As the evening bells rang, the Mountain Elder stepped onto the ice, carrying a large, black sword in one hand, and slowly walked towards the Sea Demon, like a grim reaper from the underworld coming to claim lives.

Chapter Thirty-Two: Caster's Departure

On the frozen sea, besides the towering Great Sea Demon in the middle, there were countless smaller sea demons surrounding it.

Since the Old Man of the Mountain only released a small portion of Frostmourne's power to freeze the sea, not all of these exceptionally resilient little sea monsters died on the spot.

Except for a few small sea monsters hiding under the sea surface that were completely frozen, the other small sea monsters floating on the sea surface, although most of their bodies were imprisoned, could still move their raised tentacles flexibly.

The sea monsters screamed and pounded on the ice, hoping to break free from the ice as soon as possible, but it was too late.

"Hmph, let them rot here one by one!"

As the old man of the mountain walked at a leisurely pace, a hazy, deathly aura enveloped him, obscuring his figure.

The deathly aura, as thick as sea fog, spread outwards, quickly enveloping all places where sea demons existed.

The next moment, the sea monsters, who had been so lively just moments before, all withered away. The incessant whimpering stopped abruptly, and the scene fell into a deathly silence.

If you could view it from the perspective of the game interface, the sea would be completely red, a terrifying sight with the screen filled with a continuous barrage of instant-death judgments.

While it might be somewhat difficult to instantly kill a Servant with death aura, it is the ultimate nemesis for creatures like the Sea Demon, which have no advantages other than strong vitality.

Standing on the shore, Iskandar and the others, as well as Gilgamesh flying in the air, could not directly see the current situation on the sea, but they could naturally guess what had happened based on the changes before and after.

Although the specific process is unknown, those troublesome little sea monsters have undoubtedly been wiped out by the Mountain Elder in an instant.

Irisviel, who had just informed Kiritsugu Emiya of the news that the Old Man of the Mountain had appeared at the Miyuki River, suddenly felt a little regretful, but could only silently pray that everything would go well for Kiritsugu Emiya.

After finishing what she was supposed to do, Mary secretly ran to the other side of the dock and hid in the shadows to carefully observe the heroic Artoria.

The girl compared the two King Arthurs of different genders in her mind and found that although the two had very similar life experiences, they were completely different in personality.

However, Merlin still believed that Arthur Pendragon, whom she had personally trained, would be more outstanding, because Merlin of this world, with his tendency to slack off, would definitely not be able to teach a good apprentice!

Of course, from other people's perspectives, Merlin's performance wasn't much better than Merlin's.

The shrunken, limp corpse of the sea monster covered half of the ice surface. The colorful sea monster, when spread out, looked like a strange-looking flower or plant.

The old man of the mountain walked calmly through the dense corpses of the sea demons, the rolling ghost fire burning beneath his feet burning away all obstacles that hindered his progress.

The old man of the mountain never left the Great Sea Demon for a single moment, or rather, he never left the location of Giles de Rais inside the Great Sea Demon's body.

"What, what exactly is going on?"

"Is it a god? Has a deity descended?"

The sudden change caught Gilles de Rais, who had thought the situation was going very well, off guard. He frantically poured magic into the sea monster while holding up the grimoire in his hand, shouting all the while.

"This must be because I, Giles de Rais, have offended the majesty of the gods, so they have come personally to bring down divine punishment, right?"

"But this suits me just the way it is! You cruel god! You heartless god! Today I will tear you down from your pedestal!!"

"Kuhahahahahahahahaha—"

With Gilles de Rais's manic laughter, abundant magic was released from the great sea monster whose movements had been bound by frost.

"Boom—! Boom—! Boom—!"

As the Mountain Elder drew ever closer to the Great Sea Demon, the evening bells echoing in the air grew louder and clearer, even carrying a power capable of directly shaking the soul.

Although the Great Sea Demon, which had just pulled more than half of its tentacles out of the ice, could not see the Mountain Elder who had entered stealth mode, it still sensed the deadly danger approaching it with its keen animal sixth sense.

The sea monster let out a loud cry, its eyes, which covered its entire body, frantically scanning its surroundings, trying to find the source of the danger that made it uneasy.

All the tentacles, regardless of size or length, were scattered by the sea monster, sweeping and smashing back and forth in the sky and on the ice, producing sharp, piercing sounds as they cut through the air and cracked on the ice.

"Noisy!"

Facing the rampaging, crazed sea demon, the Mountain Elder, who had already approached it fifty meters away, impatiently let out a low growl and raised the jet-black greatsword in his hand.

A fleeting flash of sword light streaked across the air, the sword energy containing death crisscrossing and cutting all the tentacles blocking the Mountain Elder into dust, turning into a rain of blood and flesh that exploded in the sky.

"Roar--!"

The sea monster, whose tentacles had been severed by a single blow, let out a shrill scream. Magic surged at the wound, trying to quickly regrow the tentacles.

But the wounds inflicted by the Old Man of the Mountain were not so easily healed. The gray death aura hindered the Great Sea Demon's regeneration, constantly killing and eroding every inch of its flesh, causing it unbearable pain.

The Great Sea Demon finally caught a glimpse of the Mountain Elder's blurry figure, which was now almost within reach. Countless eyes reflected the pale white skull mask and the eerie blue ghost fire.

Driven by fear, the sea monster struggled frantically, its deafening howls echoing throughout the barrier, trying to pull its massive body, frozen beneath the sea's surface, out of this terrifying place.

Even though Giles de Rais could command and order it, the Great Sea Demon dared not raise its remaining tentacles to launch an attack.

Immediately following the dissipation of the first slash, the Mountain Elder swung his greatsword again, the horizontal sword energy slicing the Great Sea Demon in half, completely shattering the Great Sea Demon's tiny wish to escape.

From where the Great Sea Demon was severed, Gilles de Rais appeared, holding a grimoire.

"Gildes de Rais?"

The old man of the mountain murmured to himself, walking straight ahead with a pace that never wavered, his body ablaze with ghostly flames.

A pressure as heavy as a mountain crashed down on Gilles de Rais, leaving him utterly powerless to resist. He could only watch helplessly as the Old Man of the Mountain slowly approached, step by step.

"What do those who sell their souls and fall into evil ways ultimately gain? Only a tarnished reputation and the tragedy of being burned at the stake?"

The old man's questioning voice struck Gilles de Rais's heart like a heavy hammer. The fear of facing death silenced the madness that had long haunted his mind, and he recalled the days when he was a marshal in the French army.

Those were the most memorable moments of his life, and the most honorable days of his life as a knight.

What exactly blinded their hearts, causing the heroes who were fighting for their country on the front lines to fall into an abyss of endless darkness?

Yes, it was because Joan of Arc, who had always led them all to victory like a banner, was falsely accused by the Church and died unjustly.

If it were the saint she most revered, she would certainly not forgive herself for the sins she later committed.

Gilles de Rais closed his eyes and thought this, completely ignoring the old man of the mountain who had already raised his greatsword high.

"Fool! Hand over your head!!"

As the evening bells lingered and white feathers fell, Gilles de Rais's headless body turned into golden fragments and vanished from the spot.

Chapter Thirty-Three: The Universe at Your Fingertips