I'll kill you after I finish this game!

The audience's perspective shifted from Fujii Ren to the familiar dimly lit scene.

What the audience sees is a dimly lit room, no, a space.

It's not that there are no lights; although it's a tiny amount of light, there is still illumination.

However, these things failed to demonstrate their purpose.

To be precise, it was defeated by the intensity of the darkness contained within this space.

No matter how powerful the fire or how many candles are lit, the darkness here cannot be driven away.

It's not because the light can't reach it, but because the space itself is dark.

This is a place where I don't know how to obtain this attribute.

However, the souls of the people gathered here are all dark.

The overall structure, resembling a mortar or millstone, and the amphitheater-like space, evokes the vastness of an amphitheater.

Although rough, it is magnificent in its construction, looking like the hall of a huge castle.

In the center was a huge round table, the dark table reflecting a shimmering, wet sheen.

There are thirteen seats around the huge round table, and thirteen passageways leading to it.

In other words, this space was only made for thirteen people.

Thirteen is an unlucky number.

The ominous connotation of thirteen originates from the Bible. Judas, who betrayed Jesus, was the thirteenth apostle, and therefore thirteen is considered a cursed number.

Judas Iscariot, Death of Arcana the Great, Friday the 13th.

The thirteen people sitting together around a table are seen as an ominous symbol by Westerners.

Legend has it that a witch's festival must be held with thirteen people together, because that is a number suitable for creating a spiritual environment.

In esoteric arts, thirteen represents the number of "unity" and "love".

But if that's the case, then the current situation can no longer be described as love and integration.

Of course, this kind of love is also highly influenced by subjective factors...

There were empty seats on the huge black round table; it wasn't full.

Of the thirteen seats, only seven were occupied.

That is to say, two, three, four, six, eight, ten, eleven.

There was only one seat occupied; the other five remained silent, especially the thirteenth seat, which seemed to have completely disappeared.

Typically, if the user or owner is still alive or retains some memory, they can sense the afterimage of the aura and fragments of the mind.

In this state, the person using the seat is either dead or has no reaction to their position.

But no one at the scene cared about this.

"Ah, I can feel it."

"This pain..."

"Ha, Heydrich is already getting closer."

The voices—happy, melancholy, unhappy, or being confided—are emanating from the members seated at the round table.

The three of them spoke their own words, and then the pink-haired witch uttered the first sentence.

"It hurts! The pain caused by this stigma is still unbearable. The effects of the Heydrich Egg are also starting to appear on us."

"Ah, how nostalgic it is to see something like this from the Bible appear in people like us. If some religious guys knew about it, they would probably have a breakdown."

The white-haired vampire was also in pain from the marks on his body, grimacing in pain. He could endure the attack from the celestial explosion, but he could not ignore the pain caused by the marks on his body.

It seems as if it is not only engraved on the body, but also imprinted on the soul.

"The Lionheart Sword has been captured. Will this affect our next operation?"

The humanoid phantom at the eleventh seat of the black round table asked this question to someone. Judging from the voice and the phantom's posture, it was clear that it was a woman.

The third person seated at the Black Round Table chuckled softly. This was none other than Father Valyria, the priest from back then. To this question, he replied:

"She'll probably be sealed away. There's no need to worry about her safety. As for our future actions, we'll probably only be hindered by people under the Red Lotus banner."

"Huh? Won't that woman stop us?"

Wilhelm asked with some surprise, "Shouldn't both sides be their enemies? What does it mean that the other side doesn't intend to stop them?"

The witch Rusalka in the eighth seat and the female phantom in the eleventh seat both looked at Father Valyria, meaning they wanted an explanation.

"We made a deal with them. In exchange for not intervening during the main battle, she asked us to 'train' the deputy leader's proxy before the final battle began."

The priest, with his usual gentle smile, explained the price for the other party's refusal to intervene.

"That brat!?"

He seemed wary and resistant when the deputy leader was mentioned, but Wilhelm was somewhat surprised when a certain brat connected to the deputy leader was brought up.

This "training" refers to the methods they use to train newcomers at the Black Round Table, right?

Wilhelm's eyes gleamed crimson as he recalled the brat who had carried another girl on his back.

"Training new talent...?"

The witch Rusalka murmured to herself with amusement that this condition was not a big problem for their Black Round Table.

Besides, logically speaking, that kid originally belonged to their side.

After all, he was acting as a deputy leader's representative. Before he disappeared, Karl had said that someone would appear in Suwahara City to inherit his power and complete certain missions.

Although the deputy leader did not specify what mission it was to accomplish, he was an individual ostracized by the entire Black Round Table, except for the leader of the Black Round Table.

With a deputy leader whose motives are unclear, the Black Round Table members cannot simply ignore him.

Moreover, figuring out what the successor of their deputy leader is up to and what his purpose is is also very important.

"I think this deal is very worthwhile. After all, with the three captains gone, we can't completely contend with both sides. Moreover, there are still many questions about the acting deputy leader that need to be clarified."

The priest's words left the witch and the lieutenant speechless, the memories of being nearly killed by Nanami and having their Lionheart Sword captured still vivid in their minds.

However, with one side present and their Black Round Table members not yet all present, it is indeed very difficult to resist.

"Once the three knights under Lord Heydrich of the Black Round Table return, our unfavorable situation will be completely reversed."

Although I don't know what that woman's plans are, I'm forced by circumstances to agree to this condition. Even if I don't want to, it will probably be even more difficult to proceed.

After all, the first altar has been opened and the signal has been sent out, so no one will continue to lie low.

Once those three can be brought back, the unequal power dynamics on their side will disappear.

Upon hearing what the priest said about Heydrich's three knights, the others had varying expressions.

Wolfgang Schreiber.

Looking at seat number twelfth at the black round table, a seat inscribed with the rune of the wolf, the witch Rusalka vaguely uttered the name of its owner.

"Eleonore von Wittenberg"

The ninth seat, inscribed with a rune representing "victory," Wilhelm smacked his lips and said casually.

“Gates von Bellichingen”.

The seventh seat at the Black Round Table, represented by the rune "Flow," and the female phantom at the eleventh seat uttered the name of the last person, which was also his demonic name: Iron Fist.

At this point, all the viewers understood that this was the lair of the Black Round Table, its base.

Moreover, there are thirteen seats in total, corresponding to the thirteen people, thirteen demons whose power is unknown.

Moreover, calling out the name of the seat's owner on this special occasion might have some kind of spiritual significance.

Therefore, all three seats emitted a faint glow. Pale, deep red, and deep black... the three colors symbolizing the cross.

"The strongest warriors of the Thirteen Knights of the Holy Lance, and also the three captains directly under Lord Heydrich... Needless to say, these people are terrifying, but as comrades, their strength is indispensable in this war."

The stigmata on the Black Round Table are proof of being pierced by the Holy Lance, and also a mark of obedience. The oaths borne by the three captains are dozens of times stronger than theirs.

The stigmata were in pain and bleeding was a sign of Heydrich's impending return, and also a sign that the transmutation circle was beginning to function.

The Shinigami of the Soul Society in the Bleach world, and the Jujutsu Kaisen world's Jujutsu Kaisen, felt a terrifying sense of dread as they stared at the faint light emanating from those three seats, as if their souls would be crushed and infected.

The aura emanating from the three people seated there sent chills down their spines and made their souls tremble.

Madness, burning, death—the more one looks directly at the auras above those three seats, the more one's soul will feel their terrifying nature.

"This really is a gathering place for monsters."

Wearing an eye patch, Gojo Satoru could see everything clearly through the patch. The three people in the seats whose names were called and whose spiritual essence appeared made him feel extremely small and pitiful.

He had witnessed the immense power of three members of the Black Round Table, and there were actually thirteen such individuals.

When the witch and the vampire mentioned the names of the three seat owners, Gojo Satoru keenly noticed the fear in their eyes.

"The runes on the three seats represent...flow, victory, and wolf, Norse runes, and the rune on the first seat, that means...kill? slaughter? It seems to mean destruction, and this place is also the thirteenth...the more I think about it, the more creepy it gets."

Gojo Satoru was a genius, and naturally he had a lot of knowledge in his head. He could clearly decipher the runes on those seats.

But the clearer it becomes, the more I think about it, the more terrifying things I associate it with.

Even though he felt invincible in his own world, he probably considered himself a tiny ant in the world of the video.

The water in the other world depicted in the video would seem unfathomable to anyone with a normal brain and living in modern times, based on all the previous information.

Compared to the sacrificial ritual performed by the other side, their cursed spirits seemed like children playing house.

Back in the video, the priest was still acting as the temporary commander, explaining the upcoming action formation.

"Our main objective is to create the transmutation array, but we know very little about the Deputy Leader's magic. If any part of the transmutation array cannot be activated, then everything will be in vain."

"So what should we do? Can't we just do it like we did during World War II?" Wilhelm had experience with this transmutation circle; it was all about killing and sacrificing souls, and they had done it before.

The priest adjusted his glasses and chuckled, saying, "This transmutation array isn't as large as it was back then, and the activation sequence needs to be followed step by step."

After speaking, the priest paused, glanced around at everyone present at the black round table, slightly raised his narrowed glasses, and said:

"Besides sacrifice, what Lord Heydrich wants to see is a supreme war. He has no interest in mere killing. Moreover, the enemy we are facing in this war is not comparable to those scum from World War II."

“If any of you can win and defeat this enemy with such a powerful soul, that would be the scene His Highness Heydrich would like to see.”

Indeed, their leader has no interest in simple killings where the strong defeat the weak.