I Will Eventually Become a Partner of Justice

Chapter 54 Is this okay?

Under Shirou's light, the pitch-black city of R'laiye presents a faint blue scene, a bit like the feeling of the deep sea.

Here is a pile of strangely shaped huge stone blocks, and there is a ladder that is completely unclimbed. A miasma constantly rises from this uncomfortably twisted complex.

Shirou felt that this place was somewhat like a temple.

He scanned his surroundings. At first glance, the surrounding stones seemed to be convex, but a second glance revealed that they were actually concave. And those twisted and unpredictable edges and corners on the stone seem to hide sinister threats and anxious emotions.

And inexplicably fell into the city that seemed to be R'lyeh, which almost made Jeanne determine the identity of the red Caster.

However, Joan had no way to use the Command Seal to pull the red Caster out, or directly use the Command Seal to kill him.

Because the privilege of Joan of Arc is not carried by the identity of the Master, but by the identity of the Ruler class. As a Ruler who wants to use the authority of the Command Seal, he must be face to face in order to use the contract on the Servant to execute the Command Seal.

But now, the red Caster is obviously avoiding Shirou and Joan of Arc, so naturally he won't appear easily.

He didn't even make a sound, but just put out R'lyeh.

Shirou looked at Jeanne and asked, "Can you feel where the Red Caster is?"

Shirou pinned his hopes on Joan of Arc's [Revelation], but it was a pity that Joan shook his head and said, "The Lord didn't tell me the answer."

"That is to say, did the Red Caster use a special method to influence [Revelation] here?" Shirou rubbed his chin.

Shirou doesn't have the ability of [Revelation], and he doesn't know the mechanism of [Revelation], but at present, he can only guess like this.

"Buzzing."

"Gulu Gulu."

"—"

A strange sound came from the darkness.

Matthew trembled, she felt as if she was being targeted by some predator.

Do not.

Not one of a kind.

There is a feeling of being targeted by many, many predators.

Subconsciously, she leaned towards Shirou, and tightened her grip on the shield in her hand. Only in this way can it bring her a sense of security.

Shirou asked: "Master, do you have trypophobia?"

"No." Matthew shook her head and asked strangely, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, then be careful not to lose all your San values." Said.

Matthew: "?"

San value?

What it is?

Shirou's mind was moved, and the radiant mud of "evil" slowly poured out from his body, straight to the sky, and then like a towering ancient tree in full bloom, it grew umbrella-like tree canopies in all directions.

Glittering, endless light.

Like the legendary Tree of Light.

so beautiful. Matthew said heartily.

When the light dispelled the surrounding darkness, the dark creatures that could not see the light scurried in the darkness, hit the stones, and smashed the stone pillars, making a rumbling sound, and then "gurgling", singing like some ancient spell.

Then, more beautiful ones popped up one after another from the dark land.

The creature is like a giant squid that lives in the dirt.

A mass of surging tentacles grew on the soft gray-black bag-like body, and apart from the mass of tentacles stretched out and groping around, it had no obvious features for identification.

No, there are.

There's a lump at the front of the thing, maybe, that should be called a container for its brain, or nerve center, or whatever morbid organ governs this horrible, disgusting creature .

When these strange-shaped things emerged from the darkness one after another.

Matthew was terrified.

The San value dropped significantly.

This is not a monster that can be tolerated by the three views of human beings. Even Joan of Arc, who has experienced many battles, couldn't help but tremble when seeing the true appearance of these monsters.

"Lord, Lord..."

And Shirou's complexion is very dull. If this is a running game in Cthulhu, his San value must still be full.

It's not that he wasn't frightened, but that he could use [The Evil of This World] to directly absorb his fear and negative emotions.

Yes.

If I had to make a metaphor, he would be a coward who opened the lock and the three-value lock!

Seeing these monsters emerging from the darkness, Shirou frowned, "Earth-burrower."

This is a superior independent race in "Cthulhu Mythos", which is very terrifying.

"You are indeed the same as me, an ally who has seen the true face of the ancient evil god, the Assassin of Black."

A voice came from the darkness.

And this voice is clearer than the one heard from the monster's stomach before.

Shirou didn't respond, but Joan showed a disgusted expression and said, "Black magician, come out!"

"It's an old friend anyway. After hundreds of years of meeting, this is the fate of the Holy Grail. Jeanne, you are really indifferent when you talk to me in this tone." There was a voice pretending to be disappointed in the darkness. .

Joan's face was obviously a little displeased, as if she heard the words that disgusted herself deliberately, she rarely put on a disgusted face, and said: "François Prelati, you used the identity of a priest to sneak in Our army has defrauded Jill and me of our trust and friendship. You just want to use us to spread your evil, crazy teachings! And let people believe in your evil, hypocritical false god!"

"False god? What nonsense are you talking about, Joan!?" The voice of the red Caster became severe, and he said, "The Lord you believe in is a false god, and my Lord is the true God of this world." Your lord has done nothing, even existence is a question, and your death is the ironclad proof. Look at my lord. But which one of the soldiers who believed in my lord didn’t hear it in the dream? The holy words of my lord? That is the proof of my lord's existence, and it is also my lord's love!"

The voice of the Red Caster was extremely fanatical, like a devout fanatic.

Joan of Arc said coldly: "So, most of my soldiers are crazy! The failure of the Battle of Compiègne was caused by you!"

The red Caster said: "Then how can it be called crazy? They have heard the holy words of my lord, and their souls accompany my lord day and night in the real holy city. This is a supreme honor! Joan of Arc, throw Leave your hypocritical god and bow down before my lord, in this way, you will be my lord's saint! Believe me, my lord, will give you the supreme gift."