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"The way you're talking makes it hard to believe your sincerity..."

The smaller black mud was still about to say something, but Reimu Hakurei rolled her eyes, squinted at her, and said, "Come on, how could you not be sincere? I don't want to die! We've been fighting for so long, I'm sure you've all seen that. I cherish my life. Even though so many people have died in Gensokyo, I haven't gone crazy, have I?"

“My life is precious. I’m saving it to wait for someone. If I win, I’ll welcome him properly. If I lose, I’ll still keep my life to get revenge on him in the future, break his neck, and keep his head as a souvenir.”

"Hmph, he made me wait so long, and he completely disappointed me. I'm definitely going to get my revenge!"

After saying that, Reimu Hakurei yawned, her smile completely unlike anything she had said that sounded terrifying. She even had the leisure to grin at the small Heroic Spirit, saying, "Don't worry, I'm hardly a threat right now. Otherwise, how could your king trust you to deal with me? Perhaps in his eyes, I'm even more reliable than your troublesome little brother..."

"Shut up!"

This time, it was the shorter heroic spirit's turn to shout. Her voice was filled with anger as she said, "I don't have a brother as foolish as him, who dared to decide to betray the King. He..."

Before the small roar had even faded, a deafening roar, as if the heavens and earth were shattering, resounded in everyone's ears. Everyone instinctively looked towards the distant sky, where it seemed as if something had torn a gaping hole in the dark expanse.

At that moment, Reimu Hakurei, who seemed lazy and inactive, suddenly had her blood-red markings light up. Almost instantly, she appeared beside the small-sized Heroic Spirit, pulled her out of the black mud, and then flew into the sky with the small-sized Heroic Spirit.

As for the place where she had just been, only angry gasps remained.

023 Old Acquaintance

"Roar--"

Amidst the roar of the Dragon God, it used all its strength to finally tear open an invisible barrier in front of it and burst out from the endless black mud.

Mo Mo's view suddenly became more open. Although everything around him was still black and gray, at least it was no longer covered by black mud.

The earth, the sky, the air—everything around seemed to be turning into components of the black mud, converging from all corners of the world to form a black mud waterfall that flowed upstream towards the sky, bursting out of this world and creating the black mud fountain that Momo had just seen.

"The whole world has become a base for providing nourishment... This is truly an insane method beyond words. Hey, Brother Long, what do you think of your hometown after seeing what it looks like?"

The Dragon God shuddered, shaking off the black mud. However, what silenced Mo Mo was that the Dragon God also shed some body parts, such as dragon scales and fins. In the worst cases, the Dragon God's skeleton was already visible.

"I don't have any particular feelings. Being able to return here is my greatest wish. I never expected to do anything. Besides, it's too late for my body to do anything now. The only thing I can do now is to give you a ride one more time."

Upon hearing this, Mo Mo sighed softly, wanting to comfort the Dragon God. However, the Dragon God was already slowly swimming in the air, supporting his broken body, and said, "At least I can still sense the location of that witch brat. This can be considered as some repayment to you."

Hearing this, Momo stopped trying to stop the Dragon God. Although the Dragon God's dying act of repaying a debt of gratitude was somewhat heavy, Momo felt that he deserved the Dragon God's repayment. After all, Momo could be said to have solved the problem that the Dragon God was most worried about.

The Dragon God was fast, at least in Mo Mo's opinion, but the pitch-black surroundings and the writhing black mud on the ground made Mo Mo feel as if the Dragon God was standing still. If it weren't for the occasional undulating terrain, Mo Mo would probably have seriously doubted whether he was trapped in some kind of environment.

This seemingly unchanged change weighed even heavier on Mo Mo's heart. There was no doubt that this world was beyond saving; it was utterly dead, and its rotting corpse was becoming nourishment for the black mud.

"King of another world, remember all of this well. Do not be defeated by these filthy scum, or your world and the people you cherish will also become like this. This is my final advice."

The Dragon God warned Mo Mo in a low, sorrowful voice, then, without giving Mo Mo time to answer or think, said directly, "Also, that bunch of bastards have arrived."

Upon hearing this, Mo Mo opened his eyes wide, and immediately saw clumps of black mud emerging from the ground beneath the Dragon God. Then, human-sized clumps of mud shot out like cannonballs, hurtling towards Mo Mo. Above these clumps, grotesque, struggling humanoid figures materialized, roaring at Mo Mo and extending their severed limbs.

This horrifying scene did not shake Momo in the slightest. Back when he was treating Remilia, Momo had already faced these things head-on. At that time, Momo used his own body to repeatedly experience the corrosive effects of the black mud, and finally found a way to resist it.

Now, all Momo needs to do is reveal his power.

A pure white light, like the first light in a dark world, burst forth from Mo Mo's body in an instant. This quantum light, which was specifically the opposite of the black mud and could restrain it, rushed towards the clumps of black mud without hesitation.

The instant the black and white collided, the conjured anomalies screamed and wailed in agony. Then, these wails vanished without a trace, like spring snow touched by direct sunlight. But that wasn't all. The quantum light emitted by Momo was virtually inexhaustible. Even though these dozens of clumps of black mud were coming on strong, their momentum finally slowed as the mud was continuously neutralized.

At this moment, the originally round and plump black mud clumps began to change, and human figures emerged from the mud, seemingly subconsciously avoiding the pure white quantum light. But Mo Mo would not give them a chance to hide. With a cold snort, Mo Mo tapped the dragon's back lightly with his cane, and six wings of light suddenly appeared on its back.

The six wings of light were over a hundred meters long. Despite their seemingly enormous and cumbersome appearance, they were incredibly light and agile, like fingers. They instantly enveloped Mo Mo, transforming into nimble willow-leaf blades that swiftly unleashed their deadly attacks. In the blink of an eye, most of the black mud clumps had been slashed across the surface by the wings.

"what!"

"What's this!"

"Run! You can't..."

Screams of different ages and genders rang out as figures of varying heights, builds, and builds tried to escape. However, those who had charged at Mo Mo with all their might hadn't anticipated his methods, much less his ability to subdue the black mud.

The black mud, which had always been invincible, had now become useless. What should have been a spectacle of watching their prey scream and wail had instead turned into them being sliced ​​into pieces by those strange, luminous wings. How could such a turn of events not terrify them?

Seeing the results, Mo Mo was not surprised at all. The vast majority of the people who came were obviously small fry, with basic attributes at most B-level. They were just fearless because of the power of the black mud.

A truly powerful person wouldn't die so easily, like this lump of black mud standing in front of Mo Mo right now.

"Ok?"

Mo Mo's six wings of light had already slashed at the black mud dozens of times from different directions, but the person in the black mud seemed to have raised something like a large umbrella, forming a large shield that protected him and kept him safe from Mo Mo's attacks.

Seeing that such a childish attack was ineffective, Mo Mo also withdrew his wings and turned to look with interest at the person not far in front of him. He watched as the person, who was covered in black mud, gradually revealed his true face from the mud, and looked at the shield in his hand that resembled a hexagonal petal.

Suddenly, Mo Mo laughed, a bright laugh, and said, "Should I say it's been a long time, Emiya Shirou, or rather, Red A? But you look much more miserable than before. What happened? You're not doing very well under King Pikachu."

"So, have you considered switching jobs? Artoria is doing very well here. She's been promoted, received a raise, married the CEO, and reached the pinnacle of her life. Why don't you give it a try?"

Faced with Mo Mo's mocking banter, Shirou Emiya wore a somber expression. Perhaps it was the only expression he could muster at that moment, for his body appeared to be scalded by the black mud, covered in scars. Moreover, his body seemed to have been soaked in the mud, becoming filthy and repulsive.

At this moment, Shirou Emiya looks more like a demon than a Heroic Spirit.

Author's Note:

P.S.: I recommend a book called "What Can Save You, My Mother Yukinoshita" by Lord Count of Monte Cristo.

What is there to say about this book?

So, this book was written by a seasoned author who, feeling his luck was bad and fearing his new book would be a flop and overshadowed by newcomers, wrote it under a pseudonym. I've recommended it to him a few times already. Can you guess who this guy is?

Summary:

I am Yata Kimito, the adopted son of Yukino Yukinoshita.

After learning that my mother had a terminal illness, I resolutely agreed to the condition of a priestess who called me "Brother Priest," exchanging the condition that I could never return to the past for fourteen years, back to the time when my adoptive mother was still in high school.

Well, when I came to my senses, I saw Hiratsuka, who was still very young; Yui, who was like a young girl; Kato, who was still a student; Hikigaya, who had dead fish eyes; and Kasumigaoka, whom I admired the most. Those people who should have been my elders were now my peers. I have to say, I was secretly quite pleased.

Of course, there's also my mom, who's still quite unlikable at this time.

024 I am Sword Bone

While Momo doesn't support many of Shirou Emiya's actions and thoughts, or rather, Archer, she still admires his character and perseverance.

Of course, this appreciation is for Emiya Shirou and Archer from the original Fate series, not for the demonic figure before Momo. The person standing before Momo now has only one identity: Momo's enemy.

As for Red A's attempt to win him over, Mo Mo was merely joking. Even if Red A really wanted to join, Mo Mo would have to think it over carefully, since Red A was by no means a stable element.

Faced with Mo Mo's teasing, Red A responded with a suspicious look. He seemed to have never expected to see Mo Mo here, and seeing the spiral sword in his hand pointing at the top of the Dragon God's head, Mo Mo felt that this guy was definitely here to slay the dragon.

That's true. Red Archer (Archer) would probably least like to see someone like Momo, who was definitely among them. Momo just abducted Artoria right in front of him. For Red Archer or Shirou Emiya, Artoria is undoubtedly a hero they admire and respect, and they might even harbor feelings of love for her.

How can I tolerate being NTR'd in person?

So Red A couldn't bear it anymore.

His lips parted slightly, and his blackened, stiff face immediately shattered, spurting out thick black blood, but this did not stop him from continuing to chant the incantation.

"I am the bone of my sword..."

I am Sword Bone...

Mo Mo felt a chill on his teeth. What the hell was going on? Why did they suddenly go all out?

Could it be that the two sides really have such a deep-seated hatred and resentment?

Momo carefully examined Red A's tattered body. Could it be that this guy became like this because of Momo? After thinking about it, it was quite possible. After all, during the Accelerated World incident, Momo's appearance clearly caused Red A's mission to fail. Considering Gold Pikachu's temper, it was only natural to punish an incompetent subject.

Alright, if we're going to fight, then let's do it.

Mo Mo sighed and rubbed his chin, contemplating whether he should fight Red A himself. Although he was undoubtedly the strongest in the entire Hall of Heroes right now, the thought of fighting made him somewhat reluctant.

Why take action when money can solve the problem?

As Archer finished chanting the incantation, Archer's Reality Marble, Unlimited Blade Works, descended, enveloping the colossal Dragon God within it. Although the Dragon God was blind, he could still clearly sense this power and said, "This thing... is it that warrior? The king of another world. This warrior is a bit troublesome. He's like a mad dog, a most ruthless and cold-blooded killer."

A ruthless and cold-blooded killer?

Mo Mo raised her eyes and looked at Archer (Red A) again. While describing Archer as ruthless and cold-blooded might not be wrong, it didn't quite fit Archer's character. As the future version of Shirou Emiya's heroic spirit, Archer, even though he had given up on the ideals he held onto as a human, was still a justice-seeking figure on the fringes, at most using some unscrupulous means.

A ruthless and cold-blooded killer, is this Red A?

Did you wander onto the wrong set?

Or rather... is it the effect of the blackening of the black mud?

The bounded field covered everything around it. This time, because it was standing on the body of the dragon god, the sword that should have been stuck in the ground became floating on the surface of the dragon god's body. There were huge gears in all directions and in the distance, and the air was filled with a scorching heat like steel.

Archer's Reality Marble was fully deployed, and Momo could sense that it was now far more powerful than in the original version. After all, this marble had even protected the Dragon God, and even though the Dragon God was on the verge of death, the Dragon God's power shouldn't have been something a mere Heroic Spirit could conceal.

"No need to look any further."

Red A spoke up, his voice becoming dry and deep, saying, "With the support of endless black mud, my magic power is also nearly inexhaustible. As the administrator, you should know my abilities. Even if it is not as powerful as the King of Heroes' original Treasure Vault, with the support of infinite magic power, my combat strength is definitely top-notch."

Archer (Red A) didn't just talk the talk, he walked the walk. Countless Noble Phantasms floating in the air flew high into the air as he raised his hand, tens of thousands of sharp tips pointing at Momo, as if they would all rush towards Momo with a single wave of his hand.

"What he said is true; I can feel that his power has increased. However, humph, his power has also become more corrupted, and I'm afraid even his soul will be devoured by this corruption. These madmen will perish sooner or later for their ruthless pursuit of power."

The Dragon God's disdainful voice filled the entire Reality Marble. Upon hearing this, Red A revealed a mocking smile and said, "It's my business if your soul is corrupted. Being able to personally gouge out both of your eyes before your soul goes completely mad, I can say I died a glorious death."

"Roar!"

The dragon god roared, its massive body swaying as if about to attack. But with a loud crack, the dragon god's tail snapped off as it swayed violently, a section of its tail, tens of kilometers long, falling to the ground and quickly crumbling into dust.

Upon witnessing this scene, the Dragon God ceased its struggles, as if it had lost all its power in an instant.

The entire Reality Marble seemed to fall silent for a moment. Even Archer, who had just mocked the Dragon God, silently looked at the giant beast beneath his feet and said no more.

The god of a world is about to fall, and he will face a humiliating and powerless death, which is enough to make anyone lament.

“Speak,” Momo broke the silence first, looking at Red A and saying, “What are you going to do? Although you came here to attack the Dragon God at first, you should have changed your purpose by now.”

"Although you have already turned to the dark side, I know that a Heroic Spirit's turning to the dark side is not the same as going mad. It only reverses the Heroic Spirit's personality and character. It will not change some of the deeper obsessions."

Like the corrupted Artoria, although the corrupted Artoria is ruthless and cold, she still aspires to become a great ruler, just like the blue and white versions of Artoria. If the corrupted Artoria were to return to the past and become the Knight King, she would still lead Great Britain to power, but such an Artoria would most likely become a tyrant.

Red A seemed to have recovered from the Dragon God's miserable state. He looked at Mo Mo with a sharp, gloomy, and even hateful gaze, still holding his raised hands.

However, Mo Mo wasn't worried at all. At least Red A was calm right now, and even if a calm and rational person was dangerous, they were still someone you could communicate with.

After a long silence, Red A finally uttered a question that made Mo Mo's expression turn strange: "Where is Rin?"

025 To get through life

Red A looked very reluctant, as if he absolutely did not want to ask Mo Mo this question. It seemed that asking Mo Mo this question would immediately dissipate his imminent attack.