The newcor wore a skull mask radiating boundless deathly aura.
A strange golden belt coiled around his waist.
Yet in his hands was an ordinary-looking bow, like sothing bought off the street for practice.
But it was with this very bow that he’d shot an arrow, nailing one of Hundred-Faced Hassan’s clones to the wall.
"Who are you?"
All of Hundred-Faced Hassan’s clones stared at him.
That skull mask alone gave them an eerie sense of death, as if gazing into the underworld.
As though... he hailed from the King of the Underworld himself.
A mysterious and formidable enemy.
anwhile.
The principal’s office of Fuyuki Magecraft Academy.
rlin, who was peering through his Clairvoyance combined with dream powers, exclaid in surprise: "I... I was planning to play the hero saving the beauty, but I didn’t expect Naless to appear so eagerly!"
Naless had appeared much earlier than she anticipated.
The Hundred-Faced Hassan, commissioned by the United States, had attempted to secretly transport Illya to the United States to be handed over to the pseudo-gods of the Divine Council.
Those people were fanatics obsessed with pursuing truth and power.
Even deities were treated as research subjects by them!
After watching the "Unlimited Blade Works" video exposing the Holy Grail summoning system,
They all sought to obtain the summoning rights for Heracles through Illya.
By using the Einzbern family’s thods to drive him berserk, they could strip away his power.
Thus creating another pseudo-god of their own!
"Haha, you’re really pathetic, rlin. You’re about to have your heart turned into rlin-chan by Naless!" Tamamo-no-Mae turned her head and laughed at him.
"Then you must be very brave! Why don’t you go confront Naless directly?"
rlin couldn’t help rolling her eyes at the gloating fox spirit!
Unfortunately, she was currently in her [Magi☆Mari] form.
If her fans saw her eye-rolling expression, she’d undoubtedly receive a flood of perverted comnts like "I want to lick it," "So cute," or "Please look at with disdain while lifting your panties."
"Haha, I’m super brave! Just wait and see Naless kneeling before !"
Tamamo-no-Mae wagged her fox tails one by one, brimming with absolute confidence.
After watching the "First Emperor of the Ages" video, she had not only regained her lost mories but was also rapidly recovering her power.
In her six-tailed peak form, she could completely crush Naless!
Of course, if Naless borrowed the full power of Qin’s Human Order and sacrificed himself to unleash his Heaven-Slaying sword, it could still severely injure,
Or even kill her.
But now, he couldn’t borrow the Qin army’s power.
And rlin had also revealed that he had suffered severe injuries, with his Spirit Origin shattered.
This made Tamamo-no-Mae envision Naless being chard by her, becoming utterly devoted to her.
Just the thought made her unconsciously cross her thighs and tremble slightly.
"Fox spirit..."
rlin glanced sideways, sensing a terrifying charm power wildly spreading.
Even she felt an unusual sensation just from looking.
Truly terrifying!
As expected of a nine-tailed fox!
...
Under everyone’s gaze.
"A man who’s co to kill you!"
Naless, wearing a skull mask, stepped forward toward the Hundred-Faced Hassan.
Originally, he had only wanted a peaceful life.
Thinking that with Qin Shi Huang just departed, no one would dare cause trouble in Fuyuki City.
Yet he never expected everything to beco like an old general standing on stage—all just setting up death flags.
This bastard actually dared to co!
The skull mask Naless wore was originally a divine construct artifact that Gilgash had given to Roya to conceal her aura—
[Hades’ Cap of Invisibility]
It possessed formidable aura-concealing abilities.
As long as it wasn’t removed, even King Arthur and other top-tier Servants couldn’t see through it when face-to-face!
Since they dared to disturb his peaceful daily life and threaten those he cared about,
Then die!
"Haha, the only one who’ll die is you!"
All the clones of Hundred-Faced Hassan laughed as they surrounded him.
Then, the figures suddenly dissolved into smoke and vanished.
As assassins, they naturally wouldn’t let their enemy locate them.
Stealth!
Backstab!
Kidney Shot!
Shadows flickered and leaped through the night, launching lethal strikes from every angle.
Each attack was swift as lightning, leaving the watching Illya barely able to follow the movents.
"Is that... Naless?"
Leaning against the corner, her pale face had turned deathly white as she could only watch the battle unfold.
Earlier, when summoning Heracles, she’d been violently interrupted by an assassin.
This caused her magical energy to run wild, nearly tearing apart her Magic Circuits!
The mysterious figure’s identity remained completely obscured to Illya.
Yet in such dire circumstances, only one man could suddenly appear to save her.
In the previous Unlimited Blade Works tiline, it was he who had descended with overwhelming power to defeat the King of Heroes, Gilgash!
Under her worried gaze,
Shadowy figures attacked like phantoms from above, below, left and right.
Strangely, the mysterious man seed prescient—every swing of his weapon precisely struck assassins erging from the void!
"Who are you truly?" The Hundred-Faced Hassan grew increasingly alard with each exchange.
Why did he sense traces of the First Hassan’s presence from this man?
"Living with your ntal illness must be exhausting. Let grant you release!"
Naless had no intention of answering.
The Hundred-Faced Hassan was rely a Servant he could have crushed effortlessly at his peak.
Even your progenitor, the First Hassan, is my old friend!
"Bastard! How dare a cripple who isn’t even a proper Servant mock like this? I’ll tear you to shreds!"
Under the relentless taunting, each of the Hundred-Faced Hassan’s clones erupted in fury.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Dozens of his clones began frantically converging together.
[Zabaniya: Delusional Illusion!]
A Noble Phantasm born from his multiple personalities in life, capable of splitting into as many as eighty individuals!
His total strength remained unchanged—the more he split, the weaker each clone beca.
But the death of a clone wouldn’t kill the original.
This was the confidence that allowed him to accept the bounty of a hundred million dollars from the United States to retrieve Illya in Fuyuki City.
Dozens of clones abruptly condensed into four.
Hundred-Faced Hassan finally revealed the true might of a Servant, his figure flashing as he launched a lethal strike from three directions simultaneously.
While attacking, the fourth clone—an ordinary female form—forcibly carried Illya away.
Everything was going according to plan.
Whether or not he could defeat this mysterious man, the mission would be completed flawlessly.
As long as he took Illya, he would claim the hundred-million-dollar bounty—an absolute win!
"Let go!"
Illya struggled to cast another spell.
But alas, before a true Servant, she was far too weak.
Unless she summoned her ultimate trump card—Heracles!
"Behave, or I’ll rip your mouth apart!" The tall woman held her by the waist, fleeing without a backward glance.
And then.
Illya heard the mysterious man sigh softly and say, "The na of Grand is not what I seek, the strongest—"
A simple sentence, yet it nearly made the woman carrying Illya collapse in terror.
She froze mid-step, turning to stare at him, her eyes filled with boundless dread.
This couldn’t be!
How could a crippled Spirit Origin like him possibly know that person?
"Though I am not him, I’ve learned a thing or two."
Naless gathered magical energy in his hand, forming a bloodstained, icy greatsword.
As the [Master of Ten Thousand Swords], he could project any bladed weapon.
Not to ntion, this greatsword was nothing special—rely a mundane C-rank, far inferior to more powerful armants.
Yet.
The mont Naless projected and materialized this ordinary blade, golden sunlight blood behind him, as if forming a halo.
Countless golden motes danced in the radiance, exuding overwhelming sanctity—yet suffused with endless killing intent.
Its na was—
[Azrael!]
Perfect for dealing with a Servant who loved splitting into clones.
The instant he gripped the weapon, Naless mastered its usage.
With both hands on the hilt, he channeled all his magical energy and slashed toward one of the clones.
Hum~
The power of death surged silently, aiming for the clone’s neck.
"No! Stop! Damn you, STOP!"
Every clone of Hundred-Faced Hassan scread in unison.
For the first ti, fear twisted his features.
As if Death itself had descended!
Yet.
The man remained cold, bathed in angelic light yet radiating boundless murderous intent.
Under the terrified gaze of the clones, the unremarkable greatsword cleanly severed one’s neck.
Ssshhhk~
The blade flashed—a head tumbled to the ground!
Since it was a magical clone, it should have dissipated into black smoke under normal circumstances.
But this ti, it didn’t dissipate at all—instead, it coalesced into a solid form!
"How is this possible?"
The other two Hundred-Faced Hassan clones stared at him in shock, their eyes filled with endless regret.
If I could do it over, I would refuse this bounty mission!
Unfortunately, there was no dicine for regret.
Their bodies crumbled and dispersed, vanishing without a trace.
Even the clone that had tried to take Illya collapsed and dissipated along with the others!
"Poor bastard. You got lucky."
Naless looked at them with undisguised mockery.
The instant-death effect of Azrael targeted the soul itself.
But it was probabilistic.
Like a ten-pull gacha—pure luck.
Only when King Hassan himself wielded it would the probability be maxed out.
When Naless used it, the odds were obviously much lower.
Yet this ti, Hundred-Faced Hassan hit the jackpot, drawing the Instant Death effect from the abysmal odds.
Naless tilted his head slightly, gazing at the sky as if sensing the gaze of a certain black-hearted capitalist.
Was this also within your calculations, Alaya?
...
Director’s Office.
"Hundred-Faced Hassan was killed in a single strike?"
rlin frowned deeply, struggling to accept it.
A proper Heroic Spirit, defeated without resistance by a crippled Naless.
She had at least expected the fight to force him to remove his mask and reveal his true face.
Was Hassan really that weak?
But then again, Naless had been the sa in front of her.
Looking like he could drop dead any second, yet slicing through her illusion world with a single strike.
Now, he had done the sa to Hundred-Faced Hassan.
Was he truly crippled, or was it all an act?
rlin suddenly felt a pang in her chest.
The mory of him grinning maniacally while force-feeding her drowning potion resurfaced.
"Relax. He’s just at the end of his rope."
Tamamo-no-Mae, however, remained perfectly calm.
She had clearly seen it—while manifesting Azrael and cutting down Hundred-Faced Hassan had seed overwhelmingly powerful...
It had also exposed his true exhaustion.
That one strike had drained his mana completely, leaving him hollowed out and nearly incapable of further combat.
"At the end of his rope..."
rlin repeated the phrase, itching to warn her.
That guy defied all common sense.
Still.
Back then, she had handicapped herself, using only illusions and no Noble Phantasms, which had led to her embarrassing defeat.
Tamamo-no-Mae, on the other hand, was undeniably powerful in direct combat. At full strength, she wouldn’t have any issues.
"Then, let have a little chat with him."
Tamamo-no-Mae’s mana surged around her.
As a fox spirit, shapeshifting was second nature.
To avoid drawing Qin Shi Huang’s attention, she had specifically taken the form of a fair-skinned, blue-eyed Arican.
This way, Naless would undoubtedly mistake her for an enemy upon eting her, with no chance of recognition.
Everything was ready.
Tamamo-no-Mae flashed a perfectly fox-like smile.
Now, Naless, drained dry of mana, shall kneel obediently at my feet!
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