24 years old, alien god, raising the era of humanity

It will pull out all the internal organs of the subject's body and turn it into an dissected corpse.

"what!"

Mordred's intuition sent out a strong warning signal, as if she would die in the next moment without any trace left.

But everything has reached the point of no return, and the silhouettes of the little Jacks are running out like wolves and tigers.

Some of them held weapons, while others stretched out their pale little hands, and their figures turned into streams of light and penetrated them.

Mordred subconsciously wanted to dodge and defend, but to no avail.

Every blow landed on her body accurately, every knife cut her body deeply, and those pale little hands passed by——

What was taken away were pieces of internal organs.

"Ahhhh!!!"

Broken liver and intestines?Heartbreaking?

This is the art of killing with a thousand cuts, a special attack Noble Phantasm that completely disintegrates a woman.

Mordred's screams rang through the night sky, the pain was unbearable for humans.

Jack the Ripper's Noble Phantasm perfectly reproduces the state of the victim in Whitechapel whose organs were completely removed.

Without his armor and helmet, Mordred, who held the Rider class, was completely unable to resist the power of the curse and killing. After fully withstanding the power of the Disintegration Mother, Mordred fell down as soft as a bone.

The girl's body hit the ground heavily, her emerald green eyes widened but lost their energy, blood gushed out from the wounds all over her body, and even the strength to speak was completely deprived of her.

"Jack said it..."

"It's over. Sister, it will be over when you are captured by the dark mist."

"Yeah! Yeah! Little Jacks are getting a new family!"

The little Jacks gathered around Mordred who fell to the ground, chattering uncontrollably.

They are all still children, the oldest is only ten years old, and the youngest is just a humanoid crawling on the ground.

But they are equal parts cruelty and naivety, unaware of the horror of what they are doing.

"Don't be careless, she's not dead yet."

Just as the little Jacks were discussing how to welcome their new family members who were about to arrive, Medea's voice rang out from the darkness.

"The heroic spirit holding the Holy Grail cannot be killed so easily. Leave the final blow to me..."

As the betrayal witch appeared holding the Talisman Bing, a golden cup appeared on Mordred's body.

There is almost half of the holy blood in the Holy Grail, and it is still being slowly consumed in order to maintain Mordred's vital signs.

"The Holy Grail has recognized Mordred and is now faithfully executing the contract between them."

"And before the wish is fulfilled, the Holy Grail will not allow Mordred to die."

"Hehehe... The job of stripping the Holy Grail is a perfect fit for me..."

Walking up to Mordred with a smile, Medea's smile was so cold.

Her eyes were locked on the Holy Grail, her eyes full of desire.

……

Are you going to die?

The feeling of falling comes, this is the touch of death.

There were waves of unbearable pain in his body, which was the inhuman pain of having his internal organs removed.

Mordred collapsed to the ground weakly, and the noisy voices of the little Jacks and Medea could be heard in his ears.

She clearly felt the malice of humans.

Mordred can save the world, but he can't save the dead.

Therefore, she will be resented, and she is not everyone's hero.

Human beings are ridiculous.

Obviously, I am also a human being.

The girl with the dual identities of Master and Heroic Spirit grinned sadly.

"I'm not a monster..."

"You are the monsters..."

In a weak voice, Mordred replied.

As for whose answer it is, it doesn’t matter anymore, does it?

"Holy Grail... grant my wish."

She could feel that the souls of the three heroic spirits were already in the Holy Grail.

Spartacus, Arash, Darius III... there is one more to go.

"Take... my life..."

Mordred Rider's spiritual core was destroyed and his soul entered the Holy Grail.

"what happened!"

Medea was about to use the Noble Phantasm in her hand to pierce the contract between the Holy Grail and Mordred, when she saw the colorful light blooming and then fading from the Holy Grail.

The wishing machine finally collected enough magic power and souls and began to carry out the agreed wishes.

On the battlefield in the Middle East, in the two river basins, the ink clouds are like tsunamis, and the thunder is like ancient bells.

Iskandar, who had just led his army to kill the Death War Elephant, looked to the sky, Lu Bu, who was fighting fiercely on the battlefield, looked to the sky, and Yu Ji, who was about to leave the history of pan-humanity, looked to the sky.

Tens of millions of undead have lost their restraints, showing signs of chaos and spread.

But at this moment, they also looked towards the sky.

A dark storm is coming, and the footsteps of the King of the Wild Hunt are approaching.

"Lancer, here we come."

The First Emperor's voice sounded with interest.

177.The Death of Jack the Ripper

Da-da, da-da.

Crisp and heavy footsteps sounded in the dark fog city, and a servant was summoned following the rules of the Holy Grail.

"Unknown knight, are you looking for the power of the holy spear?"

Stepping out of the colorful light was a heroic spirit wearing heavy armor and holding a lance.

The horse under its crotch has a lush pale mane, the horse's face is covered with a terrifying skeletal mask, and a pair of beast eyes emit a ferocious red light.

The man on the back of a strong horse was covered in pitch-black armor full of spikes. The lance in his hand was like thorns piercing red crystals, and his whole body exuded an astonishing aura that was difficult to look at directly.

The two paired together are like weapons specially designed for war.

It's hard to withstand, and it's arrogant and fierce.

"I see, the person who summoned me is dead?"

The black knight's eyes emitted a breathtaking golden light, and she saw Mordred lying on the ground and the pool of blood beneath him.

"Is she... an enemy?"

"Little Jack...so scared..."

"Run away, run away, we can't defeat her."

Jack the Ripper's faces showed frightened expressions, and they couldn't help but retreat into the depths of the dark foggy city.

Although they haven't fought yet, they have already realized that the person coming is something very scary.

"God...god?"

"No, how is this possible!"

"Now that the true ether has not recovered, it is impossible for the gods to come to reality!"

Even Medea, the witch of the Gods, showed a look of fear. Her eyes when looking at the black knight were full of fear. The size of the opponent's spiritual base reached an incredible level.

"The Holy Grail..."

The Black Knight ignored the presence of Jack the Ripper and Medea. She was standing in front of Mordred's body, with the Holy Grail within reach.

"Don't touch it! That's... mine!"

When Medea saw the black knight reaching out to the Holy Grail, she subconsciously unfolded the magic array behind her and fired three solid magic bullets.

Because she wanted to obtain the Holy Grail, Medea's location was not far from Mordred's body. At such a close distance, the red magic beam hit the black knight almost instantly.

The dark magic power surrounding the black knight was stimulated and surged, and the three magic shells were eliminated in an instant without causing any substantial damage.

"The Holy Grail... I remember that someone among my knights also obtained it."

Ignoring Medea's attack, the Black Knight took the Holy Grail.

Her voice was slightly hoarse and full of magnetism, as if she was murmuring in memory of something.

"You guy! Who are you! Return the Holy Grail to me!"

The Holy Grail that she longed for was taken away at such a moment, and Medea's mentality tended to explode.

She roared angrily while reciting the spell of the Age of Gods. A huge magic circle unfolded from behind her, and purple magic bullets shot out as if they were free. The powerful energy beam actually formed a hail of bullets.

"who I am?"

Holding the Holy Grail, the Black Knight seemed to have come to his senses and discovered Medea who was attacking him.

"I am the King of the Wild Hunt...the King of the Storm...Artoria Pendragon"

"You rude witch, step back!"

She shook the lance in her hand, and a black storm suddenly rose in this space. The massive magic array that Medea was proud of was easily penetrated, and the raging torrent of magic even crushed the dark fog and made a creaking sound. .

The inherent barrier is about to collapse.