Fuyuki City, the primeval forest near the Mio River.
Although the afternoon sun was bright, once inside this forest shrouded by a magical barrier, the light became eerie and dismal.
The air was thick with the smell of decay and a faint scent of blood.
“Truly disgusting.” Morgan floated half a foot above the ground, holding a folding fan to cover her nose and mouth, her brows furrowed.
“Such inferior, twisted, and aesthetically void magical residue…
That Caster isn’t even worthy of being my experimental material.” “That’s exactly why he needs to be eliminated as soon as possible.” Arthur walked at the very front, the Invisible Air in his hand already in an agitated state, ready to tear the enemy apart at any moment.
Artoria followed closely behind.
Although she still felt a bit awkward about Morgan’s presence, her attention was now fully focused on the surroundings.
“master, be careful.” Artoria warned, “The trees here have been cast with a strange magecraft; it’s a pollution aimed at the human spirit.” “Ah…
I can feel it.” Irisviel clutched her chest, looking somewhat distressed.
“Don’t worry.” Arthur snapped his fingers.
Buzz!
A golden warm current instantly spread out.
It was the noble magical energy belonging to King Arthur, instantly dispelling the surrounding gloom.
“With me here, a curse of this level cannot get close.” Artoria looked at Arthur’s broad back, and that sense of security welled up in her heart once again.
This feeling of being protected by one’s “own kind” or even a “superior”…
it was truly…
easy to get addicted to…
Deep in the forest.
Caster Gilles de Rais was clutching a thick Human Skin Book, dancing frantically amidst a group of children with vacant expressions.
“Ohhh!
God!
Why must You be so cruel!” “But it’s alright.
As long as I offer the blood of these lambs, the Holy Maiden…
my noble Jeanne, will surely answer my summons!” “Gilles de Rais!!” A chilling shout of anger interrupted his monologue.
Gilles whipped his head around, a burst of ecstatic light exploding in his protruding, fish-like eyes.
He saw it.
That silver-blue armor, that awe-inspiring and inviolable aura.
“Ohhh!
Jeanne!
Is it you, Jeanne!
I knew it!
God has finally heard my prayers!
You have been resurrected!” Gilles opened his arms and rushed toward Artoria like a madman, murky tears streaming from his eyes.
“Shut your mouth, you wicked heretic!” Artoria frowned in disgust.
“I am Saber, the King of Britain, not the Jeanne you speak of!
And I will never forgive your crimes of harming children!” “No!
You are Jeanne!
You must have lost your memory!” Gilles fell into his own logical loop, his expression gradually twisting.
“It’s okay, I will make you remember…
even if I have to break your limbs, even if I have to…
your brain marrow…” Boom!
Just as Gilles was about to launch an attack, a terrifying blast of wind pressure slammed directly into his face!
[Strike Air].
“You…” Gilles was blown back ten meters, his face slashed with several bloody wounds from the wind blades.
He scrambled up in a wretched state and looked angrily at the attacker.
Standing there was a blond man.
Arthur coldly withdrew his hand, his gaze even colder than if he were looking at trash.
“Don’t stare at her with those filthy eyes of yours.” “Furthermore, harassing my guest right in front of me…
are you tired of living?” Gilles was stunned.
He stared at Arthur, then looked at Artoria.
Blond hair…
green eyes…
a holy aura…
why are there two of them?
And this man’s radiance was actually more dazzling than Jeanne’s?
“Who are you?!
Why are you obstructing my reunion with Jeanne!
Heretic!
Are you a lapdog of God?!” Gilles had gone completely mad.
“I am the one sending you to hell.” Arthur didn’t bother with nonsense.
He exerted sudden force with his feet, and the ground cracked.
His figure was like a bolt of golden lightning, instantly crossing dozens of meters to appear before Gilles.
He delivered a direct knee strike enveloped in magical energy!
Bang!
Gilles’s abdomen caved in, and his entire body doubled over like a shrimp.
But he wasn’t done yet.
Arthur grabbed his head and slammed it violently into the ground!
Violence.
Pure violence.
Artoria watched from the side, dumbfounded.
She was used to deciding battles with swordsmanship, but Arthur’s style, full of wildness and a sense of power, gave her a massive visual shock.
“So strong!
And…
so satisfying!” “Dammit!
Sea Monsters!
Kill him!!” Gilles activated his Noble Phantasm amidst his screams.