Chapter 110: Farewell, Ryuunosuke Uryuu

Chapter 110: Farewell, Ryuunosuke Uryuu

Saber, although clad in heavy armor, moved even faster than Lancer in light armor and Assassin in medium armor.

Her shining greaves trampled on the water, splashing silver droplets like stars. Yet, her feet did not sink into the water. The water Saber stepped on was as solid as the earth, supporting her swift movements. This was a miracle that only a king blessed by the Lady of the Lake could achieve.

In contrast, despite the protection of water-repelling runes, Lancer and Assassin could feel the difference beneath their feet compared to solid ground. They couldn't walk on the waves as if they were on level ground.

Therefore, although Saber was the last to enter the water, she was the first to rush towards the Sea Demon.

The divine thunder that descended from the sky struck the Sea Demon's body, heralding the beginning of the battle.

As Saber approached step by step, the Sea Demon's form grew larger and more grotesque, its hideous and ferocious appearance intimidating her, as if it could crush her.

Twisted and writhing tentacles extended in all directions like countless serpents, their tips raised, ready to confront the approaching Knight.

The strangeness and terror before her couldn't make Saber's footsteps falter even for a moment. At this moment, Saber's heart was devoid of any fear or unease.

"Let's settle this, Caster!"

With unwavering determination in her heart, Saber raised her holy sword, and the first strike of the Invisible Air was mercilessly unleashed upon the Sea Demon.

The highly compressed and instantly released wind pressure severed the Sea Demon's tentacles, causing chunks of flesh, as thick as the embrace of two people, to peel off and twist as they fell into the river.

The cross-section of the severed tentacles wriggled with countless fleshy buds, merging. Not only was the body of this Sea Demon several times larger than a normal one, but its regenerative abilities were also extraordinary.

However, before the wound could heal, it was once again cut open by two magical spears—one red and one yellow. The massive magical power condensed within them rendered the Sea Demon's resilient body futile in the face of the red spear, and its exaggerated regenerative capabilities were powerless against the curse of the yellow spear.

Lancer, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, arrived brandishing his twin spears. Having already fought against Caster once, he wouldn't give the monster a chance to exploit its advantages.

Just as Lancer stabilized Saber's achievements and expanded them with the effects of his Noble Phantasm, Scáthach leaped onto the surface of a wildly thrashing tentacle. She held a sword in one hand and wielded a spear in the other, her figure resembling a phantom as she ascended along the tentacle.

This was a true bloodbath. The blades of the sword and spear sliced through the tentacle's outer layer, and foul-smelling blood gushed out.

At the end of the bloodbath, at the root of the tentacle, numerous red and white compound eyes were constantly rotating, their dense and creepy appearance giving people goosebumps.

Scáthach let out a disgusted snort, released the spear and sword, and with hands moving too fast for the naked eye to see, she continuously threw several inconspicuous darts that shot out like lightning. With a few swings, nearly half of the repulsive eyes in front of her burst.

However, this seemingly storm-like attack was only a drop in the bucket when it came to the damage inflicted on the colossal Sea Demon. This was destined to be a long battle—unless there was a decisive move.

...

On the embankment, Shinji withdrew his gaze from the distant scene and glanced at the mobile phone in Irisviel's pocket. He spoke up.

"I can't help with the Servants' battle. I'll go around and see if I can take out Caster's Master. If you need anything, call my mobile phone. My number is 0804242422. Do you remember?"

"Ah, gods do exist, gods do exist!"

Ryuunosuke cheered triumphantly, waving his hands and feet, fully enjoying the victory of life while supporting his ally who had transformed into a giant beast.

"Go, Bluebeard! Destroy them! Kill them all! This place is the gods' toy box!!"

At that moment, Ryuunosuke suddenly felt a dizziness, and his previously stable vision began to shake and distort.

What's happening? What's happening?

Did someone accidentally bump into me?

Huh? That familiar clothing... Is it mine?

That headless person, is it also me?

I...

I...

I...

Omae wa mou shindeiru.

Ryuunosuke Uryuu, immersed in fanaticism and excitement, had no awareness that, compared to the flesh feast he anticipated, his death was about to arrive.

The true god, the divine, the supreme being, had not yet appeared, but the death god wielding a scythe had already arrived.

The prototype of the scythe that reaps souls, the Harpe of the serpent hunter, clad in the cloak of Hades, the true "death god" who made a contract with the ruler of the realm of the dead, the Shadowland.

Thick mist obscured the light and hid people's shadows. The cloak of Hades erased the presence and footsteps of the "death god."

The crescent-shaped blade flashed, cutting through the dense fog and taking with it the head that was enthralled by the "art of death," along with the right hand engraved with Command Spell.

The uncontrollable blood sprayed high under the pressure of the heart, like a red fountain. The scattered blood dampened Ryuunosuke's final expression, fixed in place.

It was a blend of madness and intoxication, a pure smile, and narrowed eyes, depicting genuine joy. A few drops of blood slid from the corner of the eyes, resembling tears of blood.

This was the final creation left behind by the infamous serial killer, a masterpiece that shook the world, and the only work that the "death god" did not find repulsive.

"I don't know how many seconds a person's consciousness can maintain after losing their head, nor do I know if you can understand the true essence of the 'art of death' like in the original. But regardless of whether you can hear it or not, I want to say one thing to you: the work created at the cost of your life is the true 'art of death.' Farewell, Ryuunosuke Uryuu."

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