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

This made it easier for Lin Jiu'an to operate.

Lin Jiu'an originally thought it would be quite difficult, but in reality, as long as he made a slight adjustment, he could erase the genetic information of the Celtic warriors in Maeve's body and replace it with the "fallen female servants" that belonged to him and Kama's power.

Because Lin Jiu'an had also swallowed some when he was in Tokyo, he remembered their "genetic information".

For the rest of the time, Lin Jiu'an basically focused on modifying Maeve's body.

It completely devoured the original body, and then used the spirit origin that had been completely corrupted by itself to create the body in front of it. Compared to Queen Maeve in his memory, this body did not change much in appearance and height.

She still has the same pure and lovely appearance as before, and her height is still petite, less than 1.6 meters.

However, her body shape was forcibly altered, resulting in a dramatic change. She went from having what could only be described as a girl's figure to having a truly youthful face and large breasts, and runes representing her 'loyalty' to him appeared on her abdomen.

"Let's test the results first."

Lin Jiu'an had a thought.

Countless magical powers flowed into Maeve's body along with the surging black mud.

With her unconscious moans, her lower abdomen swelled up as if she were ten months pregnant, but soon, a beautifully sculpted baby girl emerged from her body, and the moment she landed, she visibly grew into a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.

The girl looked just like Maeve, was less than 1.6 meters tall, had a childlike face and large breasts, and was also marked with runes of loyalty.

"Father!"

When the girl opened her eyes, her gaze, which resembled Maeve's, fell upon Lin Jiu'an with a deep and heartfelt admiration.

"Call me Master."

The girl clearly looked aggrieved, but still obediently said, "Master!"

Lin Jiu'an looked his first creation up and down. With a thought, the black mud gathered towards her, while the girl simply stood there looking at him, letting the black mud completely envelop her body.

"Master, oh no...?!"

I don’t know how much time has passed.

When the black mud dissipated again, the pink-haired girl knelt on the ground, exhaling hot breath from her cherry lips. The aura of her body, which was originally only that of a third-rate servant, suddenly rose to a level that was in no way inferior to that of Medb.

Lin Jiu'an just nourished her with a large amount of magic power and also distributed Maeve's corrupted spirit core to her.

Although this would cause considerable damage to Maeve's body, Maeve, currently immersed in the Black Mud Village, clearly had no mind to think about such things.

"From now on, you will be called Maeve."

"Help your mother give birth to more children, and then rule over them."

"Yes, Master!"

Looking at the new Maeve, whose eyes were only on him, Lin Jiu'an nodded slightly in satisfaction.

As the magic surged once more.

Maeve's belly, which was originally on the ground, swelled up again.

One after another, alluring and sexy Fallen Servants of various appearances were born from her, in all shapes and sizes, tall and short, fat and thin. They were all created on the spot by Lin Jiu'an based on the beautiful women he had seen in anime in his previous life, such as Saeko Busujima, Utaha Kasumigaoka, Elisa and Maria, Raiden General, and Kafka.

However, apart from Maeve.

The number of Servants created by these codes starts at least in the double digits, and this number will continue to increase in the future.

After Lin Jiu'an used his magic to enhance the strength of the first servant he created for each code, raising them to at least the level of second-rate servants, and after spending time and effort to create a spirit origin for them that could grow, he made them their respective leaders.

After doing all this, Lin Jiu'an handed the scene over to Maeve.

He then led the 'Unit-01's' to the bedroom next door.

All Medb could do was let out a barely audible moan from her cherry lips and wear a broken look of happiness on her face as she continued to give birth to one Fallen Servant after another.

"Owner."

Just as Lin Jiu'an had Kafka on his left arm and Balzeb on his right, preparing to go to the bedroom for a good time...

Suddenly, Bai Mao Hassan emerged from the shadows.

"what happened?"

Lin Jiu'an asked, frowning.

"Scáthach and Cú Chulainn have already fought."

Lin Jiu'an looked at the two beautiful women in his arms and the many beauties behind him who were gazing at him expectantly, and sighed.

Why did they have to fight now of all times?

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In the vast plains.

A door suddenly opened, and Scáthach emerged from the void, her face slightly pale.

He wiped the blood that had spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Just as Scáthach was trying to heal the wounds she had sustained from taking a hit from Cú Chulainn, a clapping sound suddenly rang out from behind her.

'Snap!', 'Snap!'

“You can’t even beat your own apprentice, Scáthach, you’re a disgrace.”

Scáthach's expression hardened, and she turned around abruptly, squinting at Lin Jiu'an who was clapping and approaching her.

"how did you do that?"

Before he entered the Land of Shadows.

Scáthach herself doesn't know where she'll emerge from next.

"A clumsy method."

Lin Jiu'an pointed behind Scáthach.

Scáthach hesitated for a moment, then gripped her Blood Spear tightly and turned her body to the side, maintaining a posture that allowed her to see both Lin Jiu'an and her back. She then saw Hassan the Hundred-Faced standing far behind her.

"Look, just have her create more clones and throw one out every now and then."

Now, having been reshaped by his spirit origin, Hassan of a Hundred Faces can create as many clones as he wants, as long as he has enough magic power.

And what he has no shortage of is magic.

Dozens weren't enough, hundreds weren't enough, and hundreds weren't enough, so they simply scattered Hassan's clones all over the United States. In addition, the clones could communicate with each other even when they were far apart, which was equivalent to a different kind of clairvoyance for Meryl.

Scáthach's hand gripping the blood spear tightened slightly.

Suddenly, he sprang up, raised his hand and threw the blood spear at Lin Jiu'an, then rushed towards Bai Mao Hassan in the opposite direction, covering a distance of hundreds of meters in an instant.

But just as she was some distance behind Baimao Hassan, she heard a faint electrical sound coming from behind her.

Scáthach's expression changed immediately, and she quickly turned around, raising her Blood Spear and aiming it at her back.

'Dang!'

The sound of metal clashing rang out, and Scáthach groaned as she was sent flying backward with a heavy thud.

She raised her hand and made a grasping motion, and another blood-stained gun appeared in her hand. Scáthach slammed the blood-stained gun into the ground, using the force to steady her body, and then fired another shot at Lin Jiu'an.

This time, Scáthach saw it clearly.

Lin Jiu'an didn't move at all, but his blood spear missed its mark.

"Don't bother."

Lin Jiu'an walked towards Scáthach at a leisurely pace, his hands in his pockets.

"You can't even beat Cú Chulainn, so how can you fight me?"

With the power of the Saint's Numbers and the Gem of the Earth, even without using the Demonic Transformation, his physical attributes are no less than Cú Chulainn's in his berserk state, giving him a near-total dominance over Scáthach, who values ​​technique over strength.

Not to mention that the other party had just fought with Cú Chulainn, and was greatly exhausted and seriously injured.

"Surrender obediently and become my woman, and I might give you a quick death."

"is it?"

Scáthach sneered and charged straight at Lin Jiu'an.

The blood spear was thrown, and just as it was about to block Lin Jiu'an's face, the figure closed in, another blood spear appearing in the right hand, sweeping horizontally towards Lin Jiu'an's chest.

Lin Jiu'an stepped on the ground and his body retreated rapidly.

Seeing Scáthach again closing in and trying to get closer, Lin Jiu'an shook his head.

Why won't you give up?

"Never mind, since that's how it is..."

Lin Jiu'an raised his hand and caught the incoming blood spear, a sinister smile spreading across his face.

"Demon Transformation!"

A visibly decadent and dark aura emanated from Lin Jiu'an and Zhou Shen.

Various negative emotions, like armor, materialized into a tangible, pitch-black substance that wrapped around Lin Jiu'an's body. His eyes visibly turned blood red, and a vicious and extremely ferocious smile appeared on his face.

"Let me show you the difference between us."

Lin Jiu'an raised the blood spear and casually swept it across the room.

Immediately, Scáthach felt an extremely dangerous warning rising in her mind.

Even though she had reacted in advance, the force of that sweeping motion from a distance was still faster than the force itself, slamming heavily into Scáthach's gun. Faced with such absolute power and speed, Scáthach's exquisite skills didn't even have a chance to be displayed.

The blood-red spear snapped in two in an instant.

Lin Jiu'an swung his spear with undiminished momentum, striking Scáthach at the waist.

'Bang!'

A dull thud resounded, and Scarhatton felt as if he had been struck by a terrifying beast the size of a mountain running at full speed. His body was instantly sent flying backward like a cannonball.

'boom!'.

After flying for more than ten kilometers, Scáthach's body crashed to the ground and tumbled for an unknown amount of time.

Having barely escaped that terrifying attack, Scáthach was about to adjust her posture when suddenly Lin Jiu'an appeared in front of her, pressing down with his hand.

"vomit?!"

Scathach's pupils constricted.

The moment they saw their opponent, their bodies, honed by years of life-or-death battles, reacted instinctively before their brains could process them, flawlessly dodging and raising their guns in retaliation.

But that hand was faster than her body!

The moment her body showed any sign of movement, a large hand had already grabbed her neck.

The immense force, enough to snap a normal person's neck, caused Scáthach's beautiful eyes to contort in suffocating pain. Her gaze went blank, and her body completely lost all strength to resist.

'Bang!'

He slammed heavily onto the ground.

Even Scáthach, who could endure the pain of being entangled in thorns without flinching, was left with a blank mind by this blow. This was beyond what she could bear with her willpower; it had exceeded her body's limits, leaving her unable to muster any more strength even with her willpower.

And after the pain exceeds the limits of the body.

Scáthach's mental state inevitably showed a crack, and her pupils rolled upwards to the extreme.

However, just a second later, Scáthach came to her senses and tried to use the runes to activate the magic within her body, but Lin Jiu'an suddenly covered her mouth with his left hand.

"Ugh?!"

A dark, viscous substance oozed from the palm of his left hand.

It poured into Scáthach's mouth.

Caught off guard, Scáthach's mouth was filled with the black mud. By the time she realized what was happening and tried to resist the invasion, a significant amount of the mud had already flowed down her throat and into her stomach through her instinctive swallowing and spitting.

Oops!

Scáthach suddenly panicked.

Having witnessed firsthand how the black mud tormented Fujimaru Ritsuka and Nero, she knew that the black mud was definitely not a good thing, and immediately used the remaining magic power in her body to eliminate the black mud that had invaded her body.

"Oh, you think you can resist?"

Lin Jiu'an grinned maliciously and activated his wind element, causing Scáthach's tight-fitting purple combat suit to instantly shatter.

Do you know what I'm going to do next?