My mother's love song

The black girl standing in the center of the primordial tide picked up a handful of black mud and revealed an extremely charming smile.

"I am the ancestor of all dragons

I don’t know who Yamata no Orochi is, but since he was summoned here… then the little ghost should also be my child.”

Chapter 965: Female Little Ghost Loli Dragon! Still not sure who she has offended...

"The original source of the Yamata no Orochi... is actually a girl around Kaya's age...!?"

Yamato Takeru squeezed a dry sound out of his throat.

A beautiful girl with graceful figure appeared in front of everyone.

Called the Great Dragon and the Ancestor of Monsters by Caster, she has the childish appearance of a 14 or 15-year-old human.

Fair skin and slender limbs, charming lips and long eyelashes, and long red hair as bright as fire.

The delicate facial features lacking emotion were inlaid with a pair of heterochromatic pupils, the left eye was a deep black, and the right eye was a gorgeous gold.

It was like a perfect doll that the gods had spent countless years creating. Not only was she beautiful in appearance, she also had an indescribable noble temperament.

However, the girl's body was shrouded in darkness, and there was a pair of ominous black wings behind her.

The petite body exudes a strong demonic aura, and Miyamoto Iori can't help but think of the ugly Gozen

They give people the same atmosphere, but the scale of their spiritual erosion is completely different.

The black girl simply glanced over here, and her whole body seemed to be frozen and became as stiff as stone.

Miyamoto Iori had to believe Caster's claim and believe that the girl in front of him was the strongest monster who defeated the Western God King.

"Chaos Tide... I see. Is this what magi call the primordial soup of living things?"

The girl who called herself Typhon didn’t take Saber and Iori seriously at all, and muttered to herself with a cold expression.

"What's the name Chaos? It's really unpleasant to be given a name that comes from "that", but..."

At this point, the expressionless girl smiled for the first time.

Even though she had the appearance of a pure and innocent virgin, this smile still oozes with an evil that seduces people.

"Are you the one who called me to this world?"

The girl in black looked at Hieda Ali.

"That's a good job for a human magician. Tell me what you wish for.

In return for awakening me, I will grant you any wish you may have."

"Taizulong Typhon! Please defeat all the servants in the Ceremony of the Waxing Moon for me!"

Hieda Ali said loudly.

This was decided from the beginning.

In order to summon this black girl, Caster consumed the soul stored in the Crescent Moon Vessel.

Not only did he unfold his Noble Phantasm, he also sacrificed the souls of Archer, Assassin, the masterless Berserker, and several other servants before he was able to summon the strongest monster.

In order to make up for the consumed part, Caster hopes that Typhon can kill as many Servants as possible to replenish the souls of the Moon.

"…Is it just killing people?"

The black girl asked back nonchalantly.

It was as if killing a dozen servants was just a piece of cake for her.

"I understand. I will fulfill your wish... First the first one."

Typhon nodded expressionlessly, then raised his five enchanting fingers that were as sharp as blades.

"!!!"

Saber's body was faster than his reaction. He took a step back, holding the Kusanagi sword tightly with both hands, and took a defensive stance.

However, the black girl did not launch the attack as she said.

In other words, he did not attack Saber.

"Caster!"

"Well... uh..."

Hieda Ali vomited a mouthful of blood. His upper body was pierced by several stakes formed by black mud. There was no way to save him.

"how come……"

Saber opened her mouth wide.

Observing the stunned expression on Caster's face before his death, the black girl smiled happily. That innocent smile was enough to make any human being intoxicated and obsessed.

At this time, Miyamoto Iori finally recovered from his inability to move, and he asked loudly.

"Typhon! Are you going to kill even the magician who summoned you?!"

"I've already said that I will fulfill his wish and kill all the servants for him, including himself, right?"

In the blink of an eye, Hieda Ali's body was dissolved and swallowed by the tide of chaos, and merged with the dark sea of ​​life under the girl's feet.

Caster returns to the Vessel of the Crescent Moon.

“…It’s simply unreasonable.”

Is it that the girl's mental age matches her appearance?

Or is it that to the ancient and great monsters, humans are nothing more than toys for entertainment...

Miyamoto Iori couldn't understand what she had done, and now was not the time to think about those unimportant things.

The youth acted quickly.

Taking a heavy step forward, he rushed towards the girl.

"Wait! Iori! This is too dangerous!"

Saber's nervous cry came from behind, but Iori did not intend to retract the sword that had already been unsheathed.

He approached the girl with a pace comparable to that of a heroic spirit and swung the two swords in his hands.

Before the Ceremony of the Full Moon was held, Miyamoto Iori was already a master who had taken half a step towards becoming a sword saint.

His master is not only the strongest swordsman in Japan, Miyamoto Musashi, but also another swordsman who can rival Musashi.

That happened one day after the master's death, a swordsman came to the sacred cave where Musashi was buried.

"Shinmen Musashi, this man has won every battle in his life, and his swordsmanship is unmatched in the world."

"Indeed."

"After all, if he knew he couldn't win, he would never fight head-on. Musashi's military tactics are worth learning."

"...Do you know the master?"

"Um"

The swordsman said as he stared at Musashi's tombstone.

"In the past, the two of them fought for their respective masters, and he won with his beautiful tactics."

"Not only does it follow the principles of heaven and earth, it also takes time into account. It is indeed a neat tactic."

The past events mentioned by his master flashed through the boy's mind.

"Please! Please accept me as your disciple!"

"Why?"

"…Because Musashi is afraid of your swordsmanship."

"Ha ha ha ha."

The swordsman laughed and agreed to Miyamoto Iori's request.

Miyamoto Musashi's adopted son became a disciple of Sasaki Kojiro.

Miyamoto Iori, who received instruction from the two sword masters, had almost reached the level of a sword master before the ceremony.

After countless life-and-death battles and the influence of Saber and Ruler, his skills have now reached the level of Sword God that his masters have reached.

"Ughh ...

Miyamoto Iori jumped high, and the two swords he swung down formed a cross trajectory, like two cold moonlight rays.

Sparks flew.

Facing the young man's full-strength slashing attack, Typhon simply raised his left hand lazily and blocked it with the claw-like fingertips of a girl.

Then she injected a little strength into her fingers, and Miyamoto Iori was flung away.

“…It’s really annoying.”

The girl thought as she easily knocked the young man away.

However, she did not notice the upturned corners of Miyamoto Iori's mouth.

No, I guess I won’t notice it.

How could the Taizu Dragon, which was born as the ultimate weapon to slaughter the gods, care about the reed in Zeus' mouth?

This contempt turned into a fatal mistake.

She didn't notice that Miyamoto Iori, who was in the air just now, appeared in front of her again in a flash and took a new stance.

"Secret Sword: Swallow Returns."

Along with the whisper, six sword beams were swung out at the same time, drawing a circular arc.

Saber stared in amazement at the beautiful shapes drawn by the two swords.

This is the magic sword created by Miyamoto Iori by combining [Niten Ichiryu] and [Ganliu], the most powerful sword that is perfect!

There is no escape, the skill [magic] that transcends the laws of the universe captures the black girl

The six slashes released instantly all hit Typhon!

Even if it was a dragon or a god, it would be impossible for it to remain unscathed under the direct attack of such a divine skill.

"Multi-dimensional refraction phenomenon? I'm surprised... In this era, humans can still do this."

“…………How could it be!”

Miyamoto Iori, who was kneeling on one knee, looked up and saw the calm and composed girl smiling.

Typhon was not killed by the secret sword.

Not to mention being killed, there wasn't even a scratch on that delicate skin.

Six slashes passed through her body, like slashing on a rushing waterfall.

"Godlike skills alone cannot hurt me... At least you need Alcides' wrist strength."

The black girl raised her sharp claws.

Miyamoto Iori wanted to block, but the secret sword just now had exhausted his last bit of strength, and he couldn't even lift his arms.

Typhon swung his claws silently.

“…Iori!!!”

A powerful roar sounded.

At the critical moment, Zheng Chenggong rushed over, hugged Iori, and risked his life to save him from Typhon's claws.

“Haaa…haaa, you’re really messing around!”

Zheng Chenggong let go of Iori and said with cold sweat.

"Thank you...I'm sorry."

Miyamoto Iori apologized subconsciously, and then asked: "But Zheng Chenggong, you..."

Zheng Chenggong shook his head: "Don't say anything. Now is not the time to chat. I don't think she will let us go."

Likewise, he didn't think that even if he didn't anger that monster [Typhon], she would obediently hand over the Crescent Moon to him.

"Rather than letting the waxing moon fall into her hands, it is better to destroy it as you wish."