Abnormal month

"Uhhhhh!"

Jiemon's limbs were penetrated by several golden weapons, and he was nailed to the ground.

Severe pain shot through his limbs, causing him to scream.

"Master...!"

Jeanne finally realized what she was doing and quickly returned to Jiemon.

The limbs were completely penetrated, but to a magician, this kind of injury was not considered fatal.

"My question has not yet been answered. Who allowed you to escape without authorization, miscellaneous cultivator?"

Gilgamesh looked at Jiemon, his face turned cold for a moment, murderous intent overflowing from his face.

He promised Roy that as long as he pleased him, he would let him do whatever he wanted with Youemon. He escaped so quietly, simply not taking his words seriously.

Jiemon couldn't move and could only lie on the ground, with a small pool of blood forming under him.

He gritted his teeth and glared at the shining golden spirit, filled with annoyance in his heart.

"Creatures like magicians really have no brains from beginning to end. If I had known this, I should have had the Great Holy Grail wipe out all existences like magicians ten years ago."

Gilgamesh stood on the street lamp, looking at Jiemon on the ground with stern eyes.

"……What did you say?"

Jiemon suddenly opened his eyes in shock.

"You raise your head too high, miscellaneous cultivator! Who allowed you to spy on Wang Yan!"

Gilgamesh's handsome features twisted menacingly, and when he raised his hand, the golden ripples in the sky spread further, reaching more than ten.

Roy was secretly annoyed.

Why would Jiemon provoke Jin Shining when he had nothing to do?

If he died in Jin Shining's hands, wouldn't he be able to kill him himself?

Jiemon looked up at Gilgamesh, fear on his face.

But when he thought of another thing, he couldn't help but feel evil.

"Wait a minute, you said that the Great Holy Grail was made ten years ago... Could it be that, ten years ago, it was the one that led to that catastrophe——"

"That is me. To be precise, I am my master."

Gilgamesh's eyes were raised at the corners, and a malicious smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Could it be that you, the miscellaneous magician over there, are you the kind of righteous partner? You don't want to see tragic things happen in front of your eyes?"

Looking at that expression, Roy guessed that Jin Shining was happy again.

Trampling on the ideals of a righteous partner must be something he has never felt happy for a long time.

"...Really? You are the culprit."

Jiemon was silent for a moment, and then his facial features twisted in a strange posture.

"Haha, woo... Lancer, it doesn't matter if you don't recognize me as your master, and it doesn't matter if you get together with that traitor, but here, I want to give you the final order - kill that golden heroic spirit!"

He was crying and laughing like he was crazy.

Is he out of his mind?

When everyone was thinking this, a scarlet magic light suddenly bloomed on the back of his hand.

"This idiot!"

Roy was caught off guard and his heart tightened.

He immediately restarted his magic eye and tried to control the last command spell.

But it was already too late.

The Command Seal is a short section of magic that can even be activated instantly according to the Master's strong thoughts. If the Command Seal is not kept under the Demonic Eyes at all times, there is no way to prevent the Command Seal from being activated.

By the time Roy opened his magic eyes and looked over, Jiemon's last command spell had turned into pure magic power, forming a mandatory order for Jeanne.

Joan of Arc had no choice but to set up her two guns and shoot at the only intact street lamp.

Just a click was heard and the street light broke.

Gilgamesh had no choice but to jump out and land on the ground not far from several people.

But at this moment, the joy on his face had completely disappeared, leaving only a gloomy face, with anger erupting like a volcano.

"A mere cultivator dares to let me stand on the same ground as you. He will be blamed for his death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the golden ripples in the sky all revealed more than a dozen Noble Phantasm-level weapons, which shot towards Jeanne who was attacking him like raindrops.

And Jiemon lying on the ground in the distance.

Joan of Arc quickly jumped to the side to avoid the rain of Noble Phantasms.

Master...

She originally wanted to help her master immediately, but under the restraint of the magic power of the Command Spell, she could not turn back at all. She could only raise her two guns again and rush towards Gilgamesh.

rear.

Jiemon was completely unable to move.

At this moment, he no longer wanted to move.

Several Noble Phantasms shot out like arrows from a string, piercing directly through his body and poking several holes through his chest on his back. His internal organs, including his heart, twitched violently in pain at this moment. .

The blood flowed down freely, and the pool of blood under his body expanded visibly to the naked eye.

At the same time, the strength also dissipated from the whole body.

With such a serious injury, even a magician would definitely die.

There was no way to fake death this time to escape.

He is really going to die.

Jiemon was lying on the ground, his vision gradually blurred due to blood loss. He could only see Lancer constantly blocking the golden heroic spirit's Noble Phantasm, and the traitor android stared at him with hatred.

Then his consciousness gradually dimmed.

"Looking back now, what have I been doing all my life..."

He has been losing constantly throughout his life.

Even if he gains something, he will soon leave his side.

The despair of losing the one who loved him.

The despair of losing the one he loved.

And the despair of losing someone who doesn’t even need love.

In a daze, it seemed as if a familiar big hand reached out to his head and caressed him gently.

"Abba, Ama..."

Jiemon was lying on the ground, his eyes gradually lost focus, and his breath slowly disappeared.

This magician who had lived in a muddle-headed manner for nearly four hundred years was finally dead.

"A bastard who only makes trouble no matter where he is!"

Roy's eyes almost breathed fire as he looked at Jiemon's corpse.

"...No, from this guy's point of view, it would be the right choice to use up all the command spells before death and provoke the King of Heroes."

Whether he fell into the hands of the King of Heroes or Roy, Jiemon would never survive.

Since the word "death" is on both sides, it is natural to create the greatest trouble for him before death.

In Roy's eyes, Jiemon must have thought so, so he abruptly used the command spell during his conversation with Gilgamesh.

"Saber, go help Lancer!"

Roy withdrew his gaze and looked at the other battlefield with a dangerous expression.

Gilgamesh just stood there, motionless, but the golden ripples around him were opening more and more, and his face was full of arrogance and cold murderous intent.

Joan of Arc was trapped under the siege of countless Noble Phantasms. She was already stained. The magic power of the Command Spell could not help at all. The difference in strength was so huge that it was desperate.

"learn."

After receiving the order, the Demon God Commander rushed forward without saying a word, and cut Gilgamesh's head with a knife wrapped in the skyless light, trying to surround Wei to rescue Zhao and save Lancer.