Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Cough cough!"

However, before the severed-armed figure could punish this presumption and rudeness, a muffled cough came, and the black mist swirling around him violently surged and dissipated like boiling water.

A moment later, the black mist dissipated, and a short boy with pale skin, missing right arm, frail physique, and no intimidating presence, turned bluish-purple and fell backward.

Julian!

"Master Julian!"

The two Ainsworth dolls guarding the one-armed figure rushed forward to help him up, then turned to glare angrily at the instigator.

However, their extreme weakness and the Master's serious injury prevented them from even briefly transforming into Heroic Spirits. They could only watch helplessly as the impudent woman in front of them continued to swagger around.

"Hmph, in your current state, how do you expect to beat them?"

Meisha, the owner of Linglong Pavilion, watched coldly from the sidelines, uttering disparaging remarks without any politeness. She then stopped the owner of Linglong Pavilion, who was hesitant about whether to mediate.

“Father, I think it’s time to end the agreement and go our separate ways. We don’t need to continue playing this game that we’re destined to lose!”

"First-rate hand, second-rate command, third-rate strategy, I'm tired of this meaningless struggle."

At that moment, Ramses II, who was in the corner, opened his golden-red eyes, slowly got up, and showed a listless attitude.

"Ise Sangenri, it's time for us to set off."

Ramses II's decision immediately made the wavering head of the Linglong Pavilion reconsider, nodding and following his daughter, preparing to withdraw from the alliance that was already dead in name only.

However, just as the group, having made up their minds, walked towards the passageway, preparing to part ways, their steps suddenly halted, and their eyes, filled with surprise and doubt, stared ahead.

"Tsk, I've only been gone a short time and you've already started fighting amongst yourselves?"

Under the cool moonlight, a graceful figure, like an elf or a bewitching enchantress, slowly walked out of the cave entrance.

"You're not dead?!"

At this moment, looking at the visible silhouette below and hearing that familiar voice, the leader, Misaya Reirō-kan, was incredulous.

"If I really die, wouldn't I miss out on this great show?"

The silver-haired beauty's scarlet eyes swept across the faces of the crowd, her gaze full of mockery.

"Heroic spirits? Ha, just a pile of loose sand..."

Upon hearing this, Cú Chulainn and Ramses II exchanged a cold glint in their eyes, their faces radiating a chilling aura.

"What? You want to kill me?"

Pandora tilted her head, looking at the two unfriendly-looking heroic spirits with great interest, her smile still bright and her eyes full of mockery.

"It's not that bad..."

With a soft, cold snort, Misaya of the Linglong Pavilion stepped past Cú Chulainn and met his gaze without flinching as she spoke softly to him, the arbiter of the Holy Grail War.

"But before that, shouldn't you explain to us where the Caster that the Linglongguan family owned went?"

The girl, shorter than a head in height, with long, straight black hair, narrowed her eyes slightly, her cold gaze gradually taking on a more scrutinizing quality.

In fact, on the eve of the Battle of Ainsworth, the father lost contact with Caster.

Following the lingering scent, the father and daughter traced the trail and eventually arrived at the door of this holy lady.

However, the woman in front of him brushed it off by saying that Caster had gone on a special mission.

As a result, even though Ainsworth was in dire straits under the enemy's offensive the next day, they still did not see Caster Paracelsus appear.

What puzzled the Linglong Pavilion father and daughter even more was that they sensed a similar residual aura from the little girl who was following the Holy Maiden.

The sudden Battle of Ainsworth plunged them into a life-or-death situation, leaving them no time to think things through.

But now, as she calms down and thinks about it seriously, Linglongguan Misaya can't help but feel a chill run down her spine.

This is precisely why her attitude towards Ainsworth and his group was not exactly friendly.

“Caster…”

Pandora raised her slender, white fingertips, lifted her smooth chin, blinked thoughtfully for a moment, then curled her pink tongue and smiled brightly.

"Of course I ate it."

"What did you say?!"

Upon hearing this, the father and daughter of Linglong Pavilion narrowed their eyes and asked in astonishment.

"I ate it!"

Pandora smiled and began to explain casually in a nonchalant tone.

"Without the Philosopher's Stone, and having consumed the Elemental Magic Sword and his own Noble Phantasm, he is no longer of any use. Rather than maintaining his existence and wasting mana, it would be better to invest the limited resources in a more suitable role."

Throughout, the saintess's beautiful face remained unchanged, as if erasing the existence of Servants and digesting their spirit origins was as simple and normal as drinking water and eating.

Realizing that the mediator of the Holy Grail War before them was not joking, everyone's expression changed drastically.

Chapter 227 Suicide, Lancer! (4.2k views)

"You bastard! You killed the teacher!"

Misaya Reirōkan, who harbored a faint longing for Paracelsus, was furious.

"Actually, I saved you all too."

Pandora's meaningful gaze swept over the father and daughter of Linglong Pavilion, her face half playful and half serious.

However, the crowd remained unmoved, their gazes growing colder and their hostility intensifying.

"Well, whatever, anyway..."

Pandora smiled nonchalantly, unconcerned. Then, she raised the corners of her lips, drawing out her words. The moment she looked up again, her scarlet eyes were filled with a knowing smile.

"...You're all useless now."

"Hmph, so you've finally revealed your true colors, woman..."

Just as the Pharaoh, arms crossed, was coldly sneering, his condescending judgment abruptly stopped, and his golden eyes suddenly looked down at the dark ground.

A reddish-black beard began to climb up his legs, turning his wheat-colored skin a strange reddish-black color with bizarre patterns that continued to erode the interior of his body.

Unbeknownst to him, the place where he stood had transformed into a swamp filled with black mud.

"You foolish wretch who dares to wage war against Pharaoh!"

The sudden attack enraged Ramses II, and the power originating from the sun god within him erupted instantly, with golden flames that could melt metal and iron burning fiercely, intending to completely evaporate the flowing black mud beneath his feet.

However, the golden flames, containing terrifying power, not only failed to burn through the filthy mud, but instead acted as an accelerant, causing the black mud flowing on the ground to boil and spread.

Pairs of fair arms grew and stretched continuously from the surging black tide, climbing up Ramses II's body.

"To defile the Pharaoh's body is unforgivable!"

Ramses II was furious. With a swing of his hands, streams of pure golden ethereal light shot out from his hands, burning the ground like the combined rays of the sun.

"Puff puff!"

Under the onslaught of the fierce wind and rain, pairs of fair arms that had grown out of the black mud were blown off one after another, and red and black mud that looked like fresh blood splattered everywhere.

"Snapped……"

However, with a crisp snap of the fingers, the densely packed, fair arms instantly regenerated.

In fact, the number far exceeds that of before!

"Get away! Get away!"

Ramses II's eyes turned bloodshot, and he retaliated with even greater frenzy and rage. Pairs of pale arms were crushed time and again, only to regenerate again and again.

It seemed endless, and even the speed was getting faster and faster!

The scene was both terrifying and eerie!

Gradually, the Egyptian pharaoh's physical strength and magical power declined rapidly, his resistance became increasingly weak, his skin was covered with red and black lines, and his body was almost wrapped into a bloated cocoon of flesh by countless climbing arms.

Die! Die! Die!

Countless accumulated resentments, rage, greed, and curses, like pitch-black poison, seeped into his body, tainted his flesh and blood, and poured into his spirit core.

Rest in peace, give up, sink into despair...

Join us, and return to eternal silence...

The frantic whispers echoed in his ears, buzzing and vibrating repeatedly in his mind, gradually engulfing his consciousness.

The black mud flowing on the ground turned into a reversed eddy, eager to devour the living man and drag him into the dark hell to keep him company.

You dare to try and control me? Don't even think about it!

The arrogant Pharaoh's eyes flashed with ruthlessness, his face filled with determination. His spiritual core spun wildly, and a visible surge of violent magical energy instantly formed around him.

Even if it means mutual destruction, I will never be anyone's puppet; this is the pride of a king!

"By commandment, Rider, cease resistance and accept baptism..."

However, just as Ramses II was about to fight to the death with his enemy, a low chant caused the magical tide that the Pharaoh had painstakingly gathered to instantly dissipate.

This sudden betrayal from the Master rendered the Pharaoh's life-risking and proud efforts futile.

“Ise Sangenri, you…”

Ramses II turned and roared, but his anger vanished the moment he saw the scene before him.

Not far away, the raised arm was covered with eerie red and black patterns, and the whole person was as stiff as a marionette.

Clearly, his Master had already been corrupted by the black mud before him.

Tch, to lose to a character like that, how shameful...

As a pair of pale arms reached upwards, covering Ramses II's last exposed eyes, the Pharaoh's glory was completely pulled into darkness, and the strange and terrifying fleshy pupa was gradually swallowed up inch by inch by the black mud.

A dramatic change occurred in the blink of an eye.

Before anyone could react, Ramses II, along with his master Ise Sangenri, were assimilated by the black mud.

"Snapped!"

Immediately afterwards, Pandora smiled and snapped her fingers with pleasure. The black mud flowing to her feet instantly coalesced into two vaguely familiar human figures.

Teacher Paracelsus!

Ramses II!

Upon seeing this, Misaya and Cú Chulainn of the Linglong Pavilion changed their expressions drastically, as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Now it's your turn..."

A devilish whisper echoed in my ears, its lingering tone carrying a chilling cold.

"Master, be careful!"

In an instant, driven by his fighting instincts and beast-like intuition, Cú Chulainn instinctively pulled apart Misaya Reirōdō and the Reirōdō Dōjū on either side, throwing them behind him without a word.

"Chichi!"

The moment the father and daughter were lifted off the ground, the writhing shadows spread out in red and black marks, and several tendrils formed from the mud swirled and intertwined in the air.

The father and daughter, still shaken, looked at the red and black tentacles that swayed like snakes where they had been standing. Their gazes then fell on Ise Sangenri, who stood oblivious to everything, like a puppet on a string, behind Pandora. They couldn't help but feel a lingering fear.

If they had been even a step slower, they might have ended up in the same fate as that man from the Ise family.

This woman is terrifying!

Whether they are heroic spirits or magicians, they have no chance to resist her.

run!

Immediately, the difference in strength caused both father and daughter to have the idea of ​​retreating.

"Lancer, let's go!"

As the strange black mud continued to flow and spread from the saintess, Misaya of the Linglong Pavilion did not hesitate and hurriedly called Cú Chulainn to prepare for an immediate retreat.

"You go first!"

However, Cú Chulainn simply stood there with his spear across his side, blocking the entrance to the cave.

"Lancer..."

Linglong Pavilion's beautiful night-blooming ceremonial silver teeth clenched, a hint of hesitation in her heart.