I, Wang Ha, the Three Red Unparalleled Assassin

The old man of the mountain couldn't imagine what would have happened if he had summoned those people like Soliuxiang or Demiurge a few days ago. How many more days would Matou Sakura have had to live after he left?

If it were Shalltear or Albedo who appeared, the cute and cuddly Sakura would probably end up being stewed into soup.

"Sebastian, what's going on with this child?"

Following his past practice as the supreme ruler, even if the old man of the mountain already knew the answer in his heart, he would still confirm it with the guardians again.

“His subordinates just rescued him from danger. Unfortunately, his parents and family had already lost their lives before that.”

As Sebastian spoke, he lifted the sleeping child from his arms and showed it to Meryl and the Old Man of the Mountain.

It was a little guy with reddish-brown hair and eyebrows that resembled lightning bolts at the ends; he looked quite handsome.

"Judging from his appearance, he should be a child of no more than six or seven years old. Although he has the talent of a magician, he is not particularly outstanding."

"That's what I said after glancing at it," Mary said, but then her tone took a sudden turn.

"However, if it were according to its original destiny, this child would have become a person of high status in the future."

"Oh? A future Heroic Spirit? That's quite rare."

The old man of the mountain seemed to have become slightly interested, wanting to see just how far this child could grow after his fate had changed.

“Sebastian, if this child loses his family afterward, you should adopt him in the name of the Matou family.”

Sebastian was somewhat surprised by what he heard, but he did not object.

Whether he was herding one sheep or two, he didn't mind having another young boy by his side, since he had already become the temporary caretaker of Matou Sakura.

"Sir, aren't you and Miss Mei going back to say goodbye to Miss Sakura again?"

As they spoke, the figures of Merry and the Old Man of the Mountain began to fade, a sign that the Counterforce was about to recall them.

"A wonderful journey, wonderful memories."

Upon hearing Sebastian's words, the Old Man of the Mountain shook his head slightly and sighed:

"Let's make up for this regret next time. If fate allows, my contractor and I will meet again on the other side of the future."

The ever-carefree Mary was not saddened by the parting; she waved to Sebastian.

"Remember to make sure Sakura practices magic diligently when you get back. I told her she can ask you for help if she doesn't understand anything."

As soon as she finished speaking, Mary and the Old Man of the Mountain vanished without a sound, leaving this world behind.

Sebastian quietly left with the child in his arms. A temple and most of the mountain forest were destroyed by the aftermath of the battle. Who knows what kind of nonsense the news will be tomorrow?

The Type-Moon world, the Valley of Darkness.

The old man of the mountain stepped out of the magic circle and returned to his own domain, while Merry, who couldn't return to the other world for the time being, shamelessly followed along.

As for why Merlin didn't go to live in Avalonne, it's a different story.

In her own words, only a fool would enjoy being imprisoned and put to play.

The Old Man of the Mountain had no opinion on the fact that Melly had come to the Valley of Darkness with him.

Anyway, there's nothing in the Valley of the Darkness except for mountains and rocks. Sooner or later, the lonely Mary will cry and shout and leave.

What the old man of the mountain didn't expect was that he hadn't even had a chance to stand on the mountaintop and strike a pose after returning to the Valley of the Darkness.

With a warm smile, Alaya-chan rubbed her hands together and ran over again, her expression and actions exactly the same as the previous times she had visited.

The ghostly fire in the old man's eyes flickered, and he appeared unusually silent, exuding a hint of resentment that all those who die from overwork possess.

"Hehe, that old man from the mountain."

Alaya glanced at Meryl standing behind him, then turned his gaze back to his main target, giving her a knowing look.

"Um, there's something I'd like to discuss with you. Since the other six of the seven crowned members are all on their respective missions, so..."

★Hakoniwa Gods★

Chapter Sixty-Two: Shadow Country - Dual-Pistols BBA

Just as Alaya was about to finish speaking, suddenly, a reddish light streaked across the sky with lightning speed, shooting towards the Mountain Elder from the horizon.

The crimson lightning unleashed a torrent of violent magic, turning everything in its path upside down and creating a series of deafening, earth-shattering explosions.

The old man of the mountain immediately raised his eyes and stared in the direction from which the crimson lightning was coming, a completely different red demonic light gleaming in his dark blue eyes.

Like a meteor streaking down, the lightning bolt trailed a long, magical afterglow, followed by a slender figure flashing rapidly.

It was a blood-red demonic spear, and following closely behind it was a masked woman wearing a purple combat bodysuit.

The woman running was more swift and agile than a cheetah, and her aura was more imposing and fierce than a tiger, as domineering and powerful as a prehistoric beast on the hunt.

Her shapely, slender limbs not only brought aesthetic pleasure, but also a deeper, more lethal sense of death.

Whether gods, the undead, monsters, or humans, countless corpses have fallen helplessly at the Huntress's feet.

Every living being who died became nourishment on her path of cultivation, a stepping stone for her to ascend to the throne of the Godslayer.

(Note: The master here is neither a Heroic Spirit nor a Servant, but the true essence of the master.)

"Scáthach, the Queen of the Land of Shadows? What a rare old friend."

The old man of the mountain immediately recognized the newcomer, and his eyes met the woman's crimson eyes.

Although the purple veil covered most of her face, her jewel-like eyes alone were enough to be mesmerizing.

However, having already weathered countless storms and even spent his life spouting nonsense, the old man of the mountain would not be swayed by such external worldly matters.

From the burning gaze of the other party, all he could clearly sense was the warrior's spirit of fearlessly challenging the stronger, and an extreme, insane desire to fight.

In short, the old man of the mountain had only one comment on the behavior of this crazy woman charging towards him:

It's been too long since they've disciplined me; they need to be taught a lesson again.

While he was pondering, the crimson magic spear suddenly shot forward with unstoppable momentum, reaching the Mountain Elder. He could even clearly hear the subtle tremor of the weapon due to the magic vibration.

A flash of black light disappeared in an instant, and the blade of the greatsword struck the tip of the demonic spear without any deviation, effortlessly sending it flying into the air.

The female warrior who followed the spear leaped into the air and firmly grasped the demonic spear in her hand. She turned the spearhead and thrust it towards the Mountain Elder's throat. The sharp spear tip, cutting through the air, carried a resolute and murderous aura.

"Old Man of the Mountain, it's been a long time! I wonder if your assassination skills, which you're so proud of, are still as exquisite as they were back then!"

The Mountain Elder parried the incoming demonic spear with his shield, and in a flash, he appeared behind Scáthach, raising his greatsword to slash at her snow-white neck without any mercy.

"Suffer to death!"

This is a battle between warriors; gender and appearance are meaningless at this moment. All that matters is a comparison of skills and a contest of brute force.

The old man of the mountain no longer needed to know why Scáthach left the Land of Shadows or why she appeared in the Valley of Shadows.

Since she dared to start trouble, let's just finish her meal first.

Scáthach lightly touched the ground with her foot, her supple body suddenly dodging the sweeping sword to the side, then raised the magic spear in her hand and thrust it into the Mountain Elder's abdomen.

With her other hand, she grasped at the void, and another crimson magic spear appeared in Scáthach's palm. With a flick of her wrist, she pointed the spear tip at the Old Man of the Mountain's head.

At the same time, Scáthach began chanting fluent incantations, and seven or eight strangely shaped runes appeared in front of her, swirling with a mysterious aura and magical radiance.

In the battle against the Old Man of the Mountain, Scáthach did not use her full strength, but she had only used such a fierce offensive before when she fought against a god.

Faced with Scáthach's simultaneous attacks, the Mountain Elder first cleaved the spear that was thrusting towards him with a single slash, then swung his shield and smashed it into the newly activated runes, erasing them all with instant death.

Just as Scáthach was about to crash head-on into the Mountain Elder's massive shield covered in jagged spikes, she stomped her right foot on the ground and then swiftly turned and leaped into the air with a flick of her magic spear.

As a skill-based warrior, Scáthach would never be foolish enough to engage in a physical clash with the Old Man of the Mountain to see who is stronger; that's something only berserkers would do.

A dozen identical magic spears appeared behind Scáthach, each surging with astonishing magical power and emitting a dazzling red light, poised to unleash their true names upon their Noble Phantasms.

Although Scáthach was in an abnormally excited state, years of real combat experience had already instilled calmness into her very being.

Even though she might lose her senses and become so hot-headed during battle that her rationality evaporates, Scáthach still won't make any unnecessary mistakes on the battlefield.

The Old Man of the Mountain looked up at Scáthach, who had finished casting in the sky, raised his hand towards the heavens, channeled his magic power, and chanted in a deep voice:

"Super-tier magic, the sky falls!"

Although Scáthach had already uttered the first word of her Noble Phantasm's true name, she was still a step behind and outmaneuvered by the Mountain Elder's instant-cast magic.

In an instant, a multi-layered, composite magic circle, shimmering with a pale blue light, unfolded outwards from the Mountain Elder, unleashing a massive amount of magic power powerful enough to stir up an elemental tide, illuminating the patterns and runes on the magic circle.

An exquisite circular magic circle rose into the sky, causing the pebbles on the ground of the Valley of Darkness to float in the air due to the force, and the magic broke through the clouds to form a pillar of light that connected heaven and earth.

Under the watchful eyes of Melly and Alaya, Scáthach was instantly engulfed by the expanding pillar of light, and even the newly unleashed magic spear was annihilated by the sea of ​​light, the surging shockwave radiating throughout the entire Valley of the Dark.

As the mushroom cloud slowly rose, the power of the magic dissipated, and the figure of the Old Man of the Mountain appeared vaguely in the rising dust.

"cough cough..."

Scáthach coughed as she got up from the ground after being knocked down from mid-air. Although the Old Man of the Mountain's sudden attack was quite ruthless, it was still not enough to kill her, who had extremely high immortality.

Scáthach stretched her arms and yawned, then casually removed her tattered purple veil, revealing a look of regret.

"Honestly, you still couldn't kill me. Is it so hard to get you to ring a bell, you old man of the mountain?"

Meeting Scáthach's resentful gaze, the Old Man of the Mountain calmly replied:

"Your time of destiny has not yet come, and my sword cannot yet slay you."

Scáthach snorted and frowned. Before she could speak, Alaya flashed between the two, temporarily separating them.

"Alright, alright, stop arguing. Next, I'm going to convey the will of the Root. This is a very important matter, as it relates to many interconnected and parallel worlds."

Chapter 63: The Age of the Gods of Hakoniwa

In an unknown world, on an unknown continent, in a corner, accompanied by a powerful surge of magical energy, a magic circle powerful enough to support interdimensional teleportation slowly materialized out of thin air.

"Is this the other world? It doesn't look any different."

Mary skipped and hopped out of the magic circle first, her little hands on her forehead as she looked around, hoping to encounter something interesting right away.

The first thing that caught the girl's eye was a vast grassland that seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see. It was already noon, and the sun's rays shone directly on the earth. A gentle breeze blew, caressing the green grass as it swayed from side to side, creating waves that rose and fell in waves.

Scáthach followed closely behind Merry, her crimson eyes gleaming with intelligence, unconsciously twirling the spear in her hand like a pen.

"After all, according to the introduction of the restraining force, this is a divinely created world that was just opened up by the gods of many worlds. Therefore, it is full of unknowns worth exploring."

Having long been tired of her boring life in the original world, Scáthach felt that she no longer wanted to die. A strong curiosity and anticipation for new things instantly took over the warrior's heart.