Super God: If I punch you, you will die

First comes "murder," followed by "death," and finally, "reason," which arrives much later—it's as if everything is annihilated in an instant. Whether you confront, evade, or resist, it's all utterly meaningless.

"Black" Assassin has absolute certainty.

She'd killed it. There was no doubt she'd killed the Servant. At the same time, she planned to rip out its heart.

The magical power of a Servant is immense, especially in the heart and brain where the soul core resides. By devouring the soul of a young girl, the "Black" Assassin will gain even greater power.

If you were to ask where "Black" Assassin miscalculated,

That is, recognizing the girl as a simple Servant. "Disintegration Mother" is indeed an incredibly powerful Noble Phantasm capable of killing in one hit, and the conditions for its activation have been fully met. "Night", "Mist", "Woman".

However, no matter how one tries to distort cause and effect to make things work, there must still be a foundation that enables it to work. In other words, there must be raw materials for it to happen.

In this context, the essence of "Disintegration Mother" is "curse." The resentment of thousands of unborn children is the true nature of this terrifying artifact.

Therefore, the essential element to counter this Noble Phantasm is not luck or durability, but pure resistance to curses.

However, the girl in question, Jeanne d'Arc, as Ruler, is undoubtedly a saint embodying the world's faith, and also the Servant with the strongest resistance to curses in the mortal realm. And what's even more fatal for the "Dark" Assassin is...

She was also holding the holy flag.

A state of selflessness, a state of exhaustion, a state of detachment.

The image in my field of vision was fragmented into countless pieces, and the scene changed drastically in the blink of an eye.

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A sharp pain shot through my chest, and my whole body felt an overwhelming sense of weakness.

What exactly happened? How was I treated? Before thinking about these things, the more pressing issue is survival.

The only thing necessary for survival was healing. The wound had to be sealed as quickly as possible. But the intense pain was attacking him every second, making it impossible to conjure up any healing magic spells in his mind.

As he let out a muffled groan, he touched his chest with his hand.

The bullet had lodged in his heart. Each time blood was pumped in, the bullet, still embedded within, caused him excruciating pain. The first priority was to expel the bullet, which was churning inside his body.

Healing magic is impossible to perform. In short, one must first activate metabolism through forced means of producing magic power, raising one's condition to a level sufficient to perform normal spells.

The harmful toxic fog is also a worrying factor. This will likely cause my already gradually decreasing physical strength to decline even faster.

Despite having no time to hesitate, my mind was surprisingly calm. Magic, I absolutely needed magic. I'd absorb magic through breathing. Even if my lungs might ulcerate, I couldn't worry about that now.

We must gather as much magic power as possible now, no matter what. It's alright, absolutely no problem. This heart flows with dragon blood. Three bullets? Don't worry, how could that level of damage kill you!

"Ugh!!"

With a creaking sound, the heart muscle began to expel the foreign objects that had invaded its interior. The magic circuits began to activate, and the magic power accelerating within the body gradually began to repair it.

A question arose deep within me: "Isn't this a bit too strange?"

Let's leave aside the fact that Siegfried had a very strong heart.

While enduring excruciating pain, he was still able to barely maintain his almost fading consciousness, but let's leave that aside for now.

However, even so, this ability to recover so quickly is far too abnormal. Although it cannot be compared in terms of destructive power, this situation is extremely similar to when he was almost killed by "Red" Saber.

At that time, despite having this heart, I still died once.

Given this, why were they able to escape unscathed this time?

"Don't think about it now."

He took several deep breaths, beginning to gather his magic power. Alright, he had no choice but to stand up. The enemy hadn't vanished like magic, nor had they lowered their guard after killing him.

Because the other person was staring at her with a chilling, venomous gaze as she repeatedly coughed up blood and took deep breaths. Liu Daolingxia was carefully examining the revolver she had just pulled the trigger on. It was an Italian-made pistol called the Rhino, with an extremely short barrel. Romanian yakuza possessed countless firearms, and the reason she had chosen this gun was because it was the lightest among them.

"It's unbelievable," she thought. "This thing, only the size of my palm, can take a person's life with just one finger."

Isn't life a more important and resilient existence? At least logically speaking, it should be so, right? Even so, after hundreds of years, humans can still die instantly from a single bullet piercing their brain or heart.

This is certainly true for magicians as well.

She looked down at the corpse at her feet. It seemed younger than herself. But if it was a magician, perhaps there were some kind of magic to reverse aging. However, the fact remained that he wanted to save her.

"So pitiful, so incredibly pitiful."

Lingxia had raided the magician's residence more than once and had a basic understanding of their living conditions. A home always clearly reflects the inner world of its inhabitants. For example, a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder might have a surprisingly filthy room. This is a concrete manifestation of their personality—able to tolerate their own filth but unable to tolerate the filth of others.

Most magicians' homes appear extremely simple and uninteresting, perhaps because they don't value their daily lives as human beings.

Lingxia also knew of someone quite similar to this: a work addict. For them, home was simply a place to sleep and shower, a place they were perfectly content with. It was a place for people who had no other hobbies, who had dedicated their entire lives to work, and simply used it as a place to rest their bodies.

On the other hand, magicians all maintained meticulously arranged workshops in basements or hidden rooms. Witnessing this, Lingxia felt she had begun to understand the essence of magicians. There lay their passion, their lives, and their almost resentful hope. At the same time, there was also their despair.

Through questioning the magicians, Lingxia learned about their way of existence. To explore the mysteries of magic, they inherited their ancestral bloodline generation after generation, accumulating knowledge and skills, dedicating everything in their lives even knowing they could never reach the pinnacle.

However, that was still an obstacle for Rokudou Reika. She didn't feel any pity or sorrow for it. So, if things went smoothly, she could probably take care of both the Master and the Servant in one fell swoop.

According to Jack, about two to three Servants died on that battlefield.

"There is still a long way to go."

Lingxia sighed, just as she was about to slowly step out into the smog.

"oops."

But he immediately stopped and turned around. He saw the boy, whose chest was dripping blood and whose mouth was spitting blood, struggling. He seemed to be still alive.

His heart must have been hit by three bullets. For him to still be alive after that would be impossible for a human.

But that's probably what they call a magician. Seeing that the other person was still alive, Rokudou Reika was surprised, but not panicked. Ah, so that's how it is. She simply accepted the fact calmly.

Then, with a smooth motion, she ejected the magazine from the Rhino revolver, discarded three empty cartridge cases, and reloaded it with new bullets.

Her actions appeared frighteningly calm, showing absolutely no sign of confusion or hesitation. They could only be described as abnormal.

There are people who can coldly shoot and kill. But people who can remain calm when they see someone who should have been killed still alive are probably extremely rare.

Moreover, Lingxia wasn't a professional assassin, and had never even touched a handgun before arriving in Romania. Even so, she calmly pulled the trigger. For her daughter "Jack," she could kill anyone without batting an eye.

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"If it hits the head, it should kill him, right?"

She slowly approached the struggling boy, raising her pistol less than a meter away. "This way I shouldn't miss," Lingxia thought.

The boy kept his face down, clutching his chest as if in great pain. His breathing was rapid, and he seemed not to have even realized that Lingxia was pointing a gun at his head.

Hopefully, we can kill him this time.

With this wish in mind, Lingxia fired again.

The force of the finger traveled from the trigger to the striking iron, which struck the detonator, igniting the gunpowder. The bullet, carrying overwhelming energy, shot out of the chamber instantly. This was more than enough energy to destroy a human skull. Faced with the burst of bullets, the boy was utterly powerless.

No. He was powerless. That's how it should be.

“Guidance/Activation”.

A flash of blue and white light streaked past his eyes, and the boy waved his hand as if to protect his head. With a "bang," he heard the sound of something bursting open.

"oops."

The bullet that was supposed to pierce his forehead had vanished somewhere. Or rather, it had shattered.

Without hesitation, Lingxia pulled the trigger again. The boy repeated the same sentence as before, deflecting the bullet while waving his hand.

"This... seems unlikely."

The boy's breathing gradually returned to normal. He had been kneeling there, but now he supported himself with his left hand and stood firmly on the ground with his right foot. Although he seemed to have suffered some damage from being in the fog, it didn't seem to pose a significant obstacle to him.

"You... are you the Master of 'Black' Assassin?"

The boy asked in a low voice:

"So, what should I do?" Lingxia thought, taking a step back. A small amount of blood flowed from Ruler's neck. The girl, her eyes vacant, had already plunged the scalpel in. The force was weak, and the scalpel itself wasn't imbued with much magic. However, the girl's arm had already turned a pitiful, bruised black.

Possession by an evil spirit. This is a common phenomenon when possessed by a low-level spirit. Even dispelling the evil spirit isn't too difficult. Under normal circumstances, even a sudden attack could probably be easily defended against.

Faced with a completely unexpected attack, his thoughts paused for an extremely brief moment. And this pause in thought was precisely what "Black" Assassin wanted to achieve.

"They're here!"

"Go!"

"Black" Assassin. Activates Noble Phantasm [Disintegration Mother].

Ruler. Activates Noble Phantasm: [My God Is Here].

Jack the Ripper's preparations were flawless. He created a situation that maximized the use of his Noble Phantasm, and then used decoys to ensure the perfect execution of the surprise attack.

Therefore, "Black" Assassin acted even faster.

Ruler's Noble Phantasm was activated a fraction of a second later.

However, even so, her resentment still failed to reach Ruler.

A surge of black resentment possessed Ruler, attempting to knock her away from the abdomen. However, at that precise moment, Ruler's Noble Phantasm activated.

"Ugh!"

The holy banner swept past with a powerful impact. Because she still couldn't fully absorb all the curses, her entire body felt a sudden numbness. This was a cursed Noble Phantasm activated according to some kind of law, different from the simple energy flow of a Berserker's attack.

If the opponent is an ordinary Servant, it could probably be easily destroyed.

Ruler coughed up a mouthful of black blood with a muffled groan. But she didn't even bend one knee; she remained firmly in place.

"What.!"

The one who was truly astonished was the "Black" Assassin after landing. He had unleashed his absolute killing Noble Phantasm in perfect condition, yet he hadn't even managed to inflict a fatal wound on his opponent.

"You... are you an evil spirit summoner? 'Black' Assassin."

As Ruler spoke, she used one hand to subdue the struggling girl, pressing her hand against her forehead to make her fall asleep. Then, she sprinkled holy water from her pocket onto the girl, instantly exorcising the evil spirit. The arm, which had turned bruised black, immediately returned to normal. Her previously ferocious expression also returned to that of a gentle young girl.

"Why...you didn't die?"

Assassin's voice sounds very strange. It's as if many people are saying the same thing at the same time, with some background noise and a harsh hissing sound.

What's even more surprising is that she looks like a young girl. Young female Servants are already rare, but she's actually Jack the Ripper, the serial killer who plunged all of Britain into panic—it's truly unbelievable.

Ruler didn't show his surprise and responded:

"Unfortunately, because I have patience for curses."

"Is it that flag?"

"Black" Assassin nodded as if suddenly realizing something. It was that flag that absorbed "Black" Assassin's attack like a lightning rod. Although his actions weren't entirely in vain, the evil spirits he had injected into the children kidnapped on the street had taken effect, slightly delaying the activation of Ruler's Noble Phantasm.

The cost is indeed eroding the Servant before us. But she is still alive.

"Sister, your class is Lancer? No way. That makes the numbers not add up. Could it be Saber?"

"No, none of those. I am Ruler, the judgment in this Holy Grail War."

"Black" Assassin's eyes widened immediately.

"Oh, Ruler. So there's such a class?"

"I had no idea," Assassin muttered to himself. Ruler glanced at the unconscious girl. If she continued to be possessed by the evil spirit, her soul would surely be corrupted, turning her into a mindless zombie.

Ruler pointed the holy banner straight at Assassin. Faced with her imposing stance, Assassin seemed to be overwhelmed and took a step back.

"Assassin. The Holy Grail War should have been a war fought only by seven Masters and Servants for the Holy Grail. Your practice of dragging innocent children into this is the worst thing you can do, and I will never let you get away with it."

"Oh, is that so?"

Ruler's words seemed to touch a nerve with the "black" Assassin. She turned to look at the girl lying on the ground and threw a scalpel at her.

Ruler casually flicked it away with the flagpole. Completely baffled, her action seemed utterly pointless, almost like a pure act of venting anger. No, if it wasn't venting anger at all.

"Assassin. You mean...?"

"I can have as many kids as I want. If you still want to protect them, then good luck."

Assassin held eight scalpels between his fingers and smiled.

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"Red" Archer gazed silently from the rooftop of the Torifas City Hall at the devastation before him.

"This is..."