Type-Moon, isn't this really the other world?

"You came just in time."

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"Is this here?"

Although Lin Jiu'an left his temporary residence with Joan of Arc and Atalanta after the Red Moon ended.

But Tokyo is really big.

In addition, in order to conceal their tracks and avoid being caught by the alluring female Servants formed from the powers of Kama and Lin Jiu'an who were wandering around within the barrier, several hours had passed by the time they arrived at the location Atalanta had mentioned.

"It's this."

It was a detached house that didn't look particularly special.

In a detached residential area, the yard is overgrown with weeds and has two large, leafy trees that look like they haven't been tended to for a long time.

Lin Jiu'an nodded slightly and took a step to enter the house.

'Sizzle!'

Just as Lin Jiu'an and his two companions became alert, a purple figure appeared in front of Joan of Arc.

Lin Jiu'an turned his head.

Then they saw a katana crackling with lightning slashing toward Joan of Arc's neck.

'Dang!'

Joan of Arc barely managed to raise the flag to defend herself, but she couldn't withstand the sudden force of gravity and was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the ruins.

Atalanta raised her hand as if to clench it, about to draw her bow and arrow to stop Minamoto no Yorimitsu from continuing her attack.

"Your opponent is me."

Shuten-dōji appeared behind her with a charming laugh and brought his sword down.

Atalanta's cat ears stood up, and she leaped onto the roof, simultaneously turning and firing several arrows at her.

Shuten-dōji's sword missed its mark and slammed to the ground, sending pebbles flying. He nimbly dodged Atalanta's arrow, then cheerfully leaped up onto the roof with Atalanta.

"Run! Run!"

Lin Jiu'an glanced at her briefly, and after confirming that there were no major problems with Atalanta, he looked at Minamoto no Yorimitsu, who was fighting with Jeanne d'Arc again.

Although they look the same.

But unlike the Minamoto no Yorimitsu he knew before, the Minamoto no Yorimitsu at this moment was filled with a demonic aura.

He appeared even more terrifying than Minamoto no Yorimitsu after his re-entering berserk state at the Matou family. It was as if the son of the Ox-Headed Heavenly King, who inherited the power of the guardian deity of Gion Shrine and was a god in the same form as Indra, had possessed him and descended into complete demonic madness.

Despite Joan of Arc's relentless attacks, she could only defend and resist, and after just a few rounds, she was knocked away again.

"Minamoto no Yorimitsu."

Lin Jiu'an immediately activated his magic power.

The pitch-black matter transformed into a giant, pitch-black hand, which reached out to grab Minamoto no Yorimitsu, who was about to attack Jeanne d'Arc again.

Just as he was about to grab Minamoto no Yorimitsu, the man suddenly turned around, his body crackling with lightning. A sword wrapped in lightning shattered the large black hand, and the lightning in the air annihilated the tiny black mud that fell after the hand was shattered into dust.

"Don't cause trouble, Jiu'an."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu's eyes were filled with a dark light, and his suppressed madness was mixed with a chilling tenderness.

"Once Mom kills all these bad women, we can be together forever."

"Joan of Arc, go help Atalanta!"

Lin Jiu'an shouted, raised his hand to grasp "Gram", took a few steps forward, accelerated, and then suddenly exerted his strength to rush in front of Minamoto no Yorimitsu and slashed down with his sword.

The pitch-black flames and the dazzling purple lightning collided in the air.

After a few seconds of stalemate, Lin Jiu'an and Minamoto no Yorimitsu both took a few steps back.

"Why? Why are you doing this to Mom?"

"Your mother just wanted to kill those bad women who bewitched you."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu's face was full of sadness.

Lin Jiu'an remained silent. The other party was clearly controlled by Kama and the demonic side within himself, so saying anything would be a waste of breath.

Activating her magic, the black mud that had been deliberately left behind during their fight suddenly erupted from beneath Minamoto no Yorimitsu's feet, engulfing her.

But just two seconds later, the black mud was pushed apart by the lightning.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu gripped his sword, his body crackling with arcs of electricity like the arrival of a thunder god, and his beautiful eyes, filled with demonic energy, held a slightly manic smile.

"It's okay if you're naughty, Mom will teach you a lesson."

The sound of metal clashing rang out continuously, and the wind generated by the magic shattered the cement ground and the courtyard walls on both sides.

Purple lightning and crimson flames illuminated Lin Jiu'an's face, reflecting off the silver-white blade.

"It can't go on like this."

Lin Jiu'an suddenly poured magic power into the sword, and the enormous force that erupted directly knocked Minamoto no Yorimitsu back several steps.

He glanced out of the corner of his eye at Joan of Arc and Atalanta, who were being overwhelmed by Shuten-dōji.

Lin Jiu'an quickly considered a solution.

After being corrupted by Kama and transformed into a demon, Minamoto no Yorimitsu's strength has exceeded his expectations. Although Lin Jiu'an is confident that he can defeat her if given enough time, it is clear that Jeanne d'Arc and Atalanta will not last that long.

Shuten-dōji, who was controlled by Kama, also saw his strength increase considerably.

Why did you push your mother away?

Minamoto no Yorimitsu looked heartbroken.

He flashed forward again and slashed down with his katana.

The dazzling lightning seemed capable of tearing everything apart. Even without a fatal wound, Lin Jiu'an felt that taking the hit head-on would result in serious injury.

Fight!

A ruthless glint flashed in Lin Jiu'an's eyes, and without flinching, he rammed into the attack with his bare body.

Suddenly, a look of astonishment appeared in Minamoto no Yorimitsu's eyes, which were filled with madness and demonic influence. Her remaining 'love' for Lin Jiu'an made her subconsciously control the sword to retract, but no matter how hard she tried, the strike had already landed.

'Puff!'

The katana slashed hard into Lin Jiu'an's chest.

Although Minamoto no Yorimitsu clearly held back his power and the lightning at the last moment, he still managed to slash Lin Jiu'an's chest until it was a blurry mess.

Purple electric snakes coiled around Lin Jiu'an's body. Despite the pain from the electric current, Lin Jiu'an lunged directly at Minamoto no Yorimitsu.

"Jiu'an?"

Minamoto no Yorimitsu looked at the injuries he had inflicted on Lin Jiu'an.

The demonic aura in his eyes had faded slightly.

Her beautiful eyes trembled, replaced by a moment of regret and even more confusion as she didn't know what had happened. When she realized that Lin Jiu'an was rushing towards her, Minamoto no Yorimitsu tried to retreat, but it was too late.

Lin Jiu'an had already hugged her tightly.

Black mud flowed from the wound and spread to Minamoto no Yorimitsu's body.

Sensing the damp and misunderstood aura, and noticing the danger, Minamoto no Yorimitsu's struggling expression was once again filled with demonic dissatisfaction.

"Bad boy!"

"You actually think you can rebel against your mother this way?"

Minamoto no Yorimitsu murmured.

She smiled gently, released the katana, and wrapped her arms around Lin Jiu'an.

Then, lightning erupted around him.

Even Lin Jiu'an, who also possessed the power to command lightning like Minamoto no Yorimitsu, felt unbearable pain and numbness from the powerful lightning. His grip on Minamoto no Yorimitsu loosened for a moment, and the spreading lightning was thus slowed down or even diminished.

Lin Jiu'an suppressed the thunder and shrunk his body to the same height as Minamoto no Yorimitsu's chest.

The smaller the size.

Although combat ability will be weakened, the extra magic power saved can be used to spread the black mud and resist lightning, and...

Lin Jiu'an opened his mouth and took a big bite.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu: "?!"

Minamoto no Yorimitsu's beautiful eyes widened instantly, and his cherry lips parted uncontrollably.

Lin Jiu'an's attack wasn't particularly strong; he maintained a level of power that wouldn't harm her. However, the opponent's attack was too cunning, directly targeting the most sensitive part of the sundae. The sudden attack made Minamoto no Yorimitsu feel as if he had been electrocuted.

The lightning that had been blocking Lin Jiu'an's attack on her body also slowed down.

Noticing Minamoto no Yorimitsu's distraction, Lin Jiu'an immediately pressed his advantage, continuously spewing out black mud that spread onto Minamoto no Yorimitsu's body.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu quickly recovered from the intense stimulation.

"Naughty child, Mommy is going to punish you... Huh?!!"

Before the dazzling lightning and Minamoto no Yorimitsu's angry words could be released, Lin Jiu'an's attack came again.

quick! allow! ruthless!

This attack even carried a tiny electric current.

That was the same source as Minamoto no Yorimitsu's lightning power, which Lin Jiu'an obtained from him. Normally, this kind of lightning wouldn't be anything to fear for Minamoto no Yorimitsu, who was now controlled by Kama and had become demonic. However, the part of the body that Lin Jiu'an attacked was too fatal.

Chapter 46 Minamoto no Yorimitsu's Defeat (CG)

Break the weak points!

Triple attack!

Minamoto no Yorimitsu's pupils quickly moved upwards from Lin Jiu'an, his gaze reflecting the black sky.

When Minamoto no Yorimitsu came to her senses, she felt the black mud had already spread to her waist.

"Bad boy, bad boy, bad boy, Mommy's going to get angry... Huh!?"

Lin Jiu'an's attack landed again.

The merciless coldness even made the demonized Minamoto no Yorimitsu feel a little aggrieved.

Even though she had anticipated it and was mentally prepared, the attack that targeted her most instinctive weakness still made Minamoto no Yorimitsu cry out in pain. Her snow-white neck lifted slightly, and the lightning on her body that was about to tear the black mud that was devouring her also dissipated somewhat.

Be patient, you must be patient.

This depraved child who helped this bad woman bully his mother must be punished!

Minamoto no Yorimitsu gritted his teeth, moaning repeatedly, and finally managed to adapt to Lin Jiu'an's attack just as the black mud was about to spread to his chest.

Thunder raged, and despite enduring Lin Jiu'an's onslaught, it tore the black mud off its waist in one fell swoop.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu smiled smugly: "You naughty boy, your mother will teach you to walk the right path."

Lin Jiu'an remained unmoved, urging the flames to ignite the kimono that Minamoto no Yorimitsu's body, which had been torn to shreds by lightning and black mud during their fierce battle, was now ablaze.

What is this naughty child going to do?

Minamoto no Yorimitsu was taken aback, and then he saw Lin Jiu'an attack again.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu trembled involuntarily, wondering why this attack was much more intense than before.

But Minamoto no Yorimitsu gritted his teeth and endured it, a sickly smile appearing on his face: "The same attack won't work on Mom... Huh?!!"

"What's wrong with you, you stinky cow..."

Listen to Minamoto no Yorimitsu's continuous lamentations.

Just as Shuten-dōji was annoyed by Joan of Arc's seemingly indestructible defense, she turned around impatiently and her beautiful eyes widened in disbelief.

Although she loathed this enormous woman who reeked of cow odor and milk stench, she had to admit that she was a formidable and powerful opponent. Her unwavering will allowed her to fight to the very end, no matter what setbacks or difficulties she faced.

But now.

The other person's miserable expression was beyond her expectations.

The once bewitching purple eyes had vanished from her open eyes, leaving only faint traces of purple under the uppermost eyelids. Her eyes were filled with tears, and her face no longer held the familiar, unpleasant maternal smile or the resolute determination of a cold warrior; instead, it showed only a complete defeat and retreat.