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

He glanced at the three figures running deeper into the prison, but didn't care. He looked at Mashu and Nightingale with an excited smile on his lips.

"Be a good boy and come with me to see your master!"

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The sounds of battle behind them faded into the distance until they were no longer audible.

Nero and his two companions then saw it.

Kagetora Nagao stood in front of him, holding a long spear.

This time, there was no conversation. Nero raised his hand and made a grasping motion, and a longsword appeared in his hand. He quickened his pace and rushed out from among the three, slashing down at Nagao Kagetora with his sword.

"Well!"

'Dang!'

The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded.

Kagetora Nagao effortlessly parried Nero's running slash without flinching. With a slight effort of his arms, he opened the longsword and then swept it horizontally toward Nero's waist.

Nero immediately raised her sword to block, the force from the blade causing her expression to change and stagger backward several steps. Geronimo immediately followed up, raising his sword to stab Nagao Kagetora.

"Ah."

Kagetora Nagao didn't even glance at the other person.

With a swift swing of his gun, he struck Geronimo directly in the waist.

The immense force sent Geronimo flying, smashing through the magically reinforced prison wall and collapsing into the ruins.

"Using a knife against a spear, I don't know whether to praise your courage or laugh at your foolishness."

"Caster?!"

Nero's expression changed, and he immediately swung his sword again to attack Nagao Kagetora.

However, using a sword against a gun is inherently a disadvantage.

Moreover, Nagao Kagetora had already "fallen," and after being corrupted by Lin Jiu'an, all of her abilities had increased by at least one level. Furthermore, with the blessing of the corrupted spirit armor, her abilities were further enhanced.

With superior weaponry and the advantage in both agility and strength, Nero was soon in grave danger under Nagao Kagetora's attacks.

Nero felt his hands gripping the sword go numb, and his sword-wielding movements inevitably slowed down by an inch.

'Dang!'

Kagetora Nagao immediately seized on Nero's mistake.

With a single shot, Nero's longsword was deflected, and then the spear was raised and thrust directly at her shoulder.

at this time.

A wolf's howl rang out.

In the ruins of Geronimo's collapse.

A huge gray wolf pounced out from the crowd and went straight for Nagao Kagetora.

"The Creator of the Earth".

Geronimo's Noble Phantasm summons the giant "coyote" from the Apache legend.

A sense of danger suddenly surged into Nagao Kagetora's heart. In a flash, she abandoned her instinctive attack on General Nero and instead held her spear in front of her.

'boom!'.

The coyote pounced on Kagetora Nagao's gun, dragging her along as they crashed through the wall behind her.

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Listening to the roars and earth-shaking sounds coming from afar behind them.

Rama ran quickly down the corridor.

My pace quickened involuntarily.

"Quick, quick!"

Rama knew that Nero, Mashu, and the others could hold off Huyan Zhuo and Nagao Kagetora for a while, but if it went on for too long, there was a high probability that they would be eliminated.

And then there's Lin Jiu'an, who could appear at any time.

Feeling the pull of destiny, Rama ran quickly toward the depths of the prison, finally stopping outside the cell at the very back.

Inside the iron railings.

A figure that Rama knew all too well was sitting deep inside.

“Sita.” Rama’s voice trembled, and excitement appeared in his eyes.

The red-haired woman, who had been looking down, raised her head upon hearing this.

It was a stunningly beautiful face that looked almost exactly like Rama's, but compared to the arrogance on Rama's face, the red-haired woman was more aloof and had a gentler temperament.

Rama.

Sita's beautiful eyes seemed to show little surprise as she softly said, "You've come."

"The curse of parting".

That was a curse placed on him by Polin's wife after he intervened in the monkey civil war and killed Polin's enemy in a sneak attack to help the monkey king Sugaliva.

This curse prevents them from ever sharing the joy of reunion; every reunion ends in separation due to various unforeseen circumstances.

But the same thing.

As long as they are in the same world, even if they are thousands of miles apart, they can sense each other's presence and approximate distance. This is both the reason they can get close to each other and the reason they fear being separated again after getting close.

"I'll rescue you right now!"

Rama raised his sword, which was wreathed in flames, and slashed at the iron chain.

Clang!

The chains fell to the ground, and the cell door slowly opened.

Rama pulled open the slightly ajar door and strode inside, spreading his arms wide.

“Sita…”

She had so much to say to Sita.

Even though the situation was urgent, Rama really wanted to hug his wife and say some things he had to say. Otherwise, Rama knew that because of the "curse of separation," their reunion this time would almost certainly end with the death of at least one of them.

Sita simply looked up at Rama as he approached.

He neither opened his arms in response nor showed any obvious resistance.

“Sita, I…”

Rama assumed his wife was still resentful about his repeated abandonments of her and didn't pay much attention. He embraced her and was about to apologize when...

'Puff!'

Rama's words came to an abrupt end.

Her beautiful eyes, like sparkling rubies, were filled with astonishment.

Blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Lowered his head.

A dagger was stuck in his chest.

Looking up from the small, white hand holding the dagger, one could see that the owner of that hand was none other than her beloved wife, Sita, whom she had longed for for so long.

Countless runes and corrupted magic surged into his body through the wound in his heart.

Rama was able to perceive it clearly.

His life force was rapidly draining away, and endless corrupting magic was flowing into his body, devouring and sealing the magic within him.

Rama's warrior instincts compelled him to unleash flames and punish the 'enemy' who had harmed him.

But his love for the other prevented Rama from doing so in the end. He simply asked in a trembling voice, "Why, Sita?"

"Because I told you that."

A young man's wicked laughter came from behind.

Sita pushed Rama away.

Amidst Rama's bewildered and angry gaze, her cold face revealed a gentle smile, as if ice and snow were melting and spring flowers were blooming, a smile that had once only been shown to her. She strode towards the young man who had entered the cell.

"Jiu'an".

Siddhartha nestled against Lin Jiu'an's chest like a little bird, hugging his waist and speaking in a slightly coquettish tone.

"How am I doing?"

"great."

Lin Jiu'an rubbed Xi Duo's head, and the beautiful woman immediately showed a joyful smile, like a child being rewarded by a teacher.

"Why?!"

Upon witnessing this scene, Rama could no longer contain his rage.

He roared, "Why? Sita? Why did you betray me?!"

"because..."

Sita ignored Rama.

Lin Jiu'an then reached out and pulled Sita from her arms to wrap his left arm around her waist. Both of them were facing Rama. Looking at Rama's bloodshot eyes, he mocked, "I think I had Huyan Zhuo and Nagao Kagetora remind you."

"You wouldn't want your wife to become like them, would you?"

"It's a pity that you don't think your wife is important and still insist on opposing me, while I'm the kind of person who always keeps my promises."

As Lin Jiu'an spoke, he put his left hand, which was wrapped around Sita's waist in front of Rama, and placed it on his lower abdomen, while wantonly ravaging the headlights. A wicked smile appeared on his lips.

"Now your wife is mine."

"Lin Jiu'an!!!"

Rama roared, and the sealed and devoured demonic power suddenly broke through the blockade. His body was engulfed in terrifying flames that seemed capable of destroying everything, and he was about to rush towards Lin Jiu'an.

However, she was still seriously injured by Rama's sneak attack.

Before Lin Jiu'an could make a move, a torrent of black mud suddenly surged towards her from beneath her feet, slamming her heavily against the wall behind her and trapping her.

"Tsk, what a pity."

Looking at Rama's pale, blood-stained face, which was contorted with anger and yet made him even more beautiful, Lin Jiu'an shook his head with regret.

"She's so beautiful, it's a pity she's a man."

Although he also had the ability to reverse Rama's spiritual origins and turn him into a woman.

But his appetite isn't that strong yet.

Sisters are nice, but forcibly turning siblings into sisters and then collecting twins is just too outrageous. Lin Jiu'an felt a chill run down his spine just thinking about it, and his anus tightened.

"I will kill you! I will kill you! Lin Jiu'an!"

"Fine, fine, just go die before that."

Just as Lin Jiu'an was about to unleash his true form to deliver the final blow to Rama, Siddhartha suddenly spoke up, "Jiu'an."

"Ok?"

Do you want to sleep with Rama?

"I'm not interested in men."

"But Rama is a woman."

Lin Jiu'an: "?"

Chapter Sixteen: Rama: Stop! Come at me if you have a problem!

Upon hearing this, Lin Jiu'an's wicked, villainous smile froze.

Instead, a hint of clear confusion appeared on her face.