It was the Seventy-Two Demon God Pillars extracting a portion of their own power and piecing it together as the foundation for this magus to modify his body. Because of the special connection of the Seventy-Two Demon God Pillars themselves, the power was barely pieced together and could still be used. Now, every bit of power had shattered into fragments. It was simply like the planks pieced together to form a barrel shattering into pieces.
At this moment, this thing could no longer hold water.
And now, this magus's body had been completely transformed into a collection of magecraft. This meant that what was about to collapse was this magus's body. It was like a jigsaw puzzle pieced together by someone; now this puzzle was about to be completely scrambled, and the object holding the puzzle was also burned thoroughly.
At this moment, the magus, who could no longer be called human, only felt his body constantly disintegrating. That kind of pain was unimaginable. Of course, strictly speaking, this magus had no way to perceive pain. Everything stemmed from the shock deep in his soul. After all, his body was essentially magecraft now. How could magecraft perceive pain?
All these senses were merely the subconscious of his former human self acting up in the depths of his soul. However, even phantom pain was enough for this non-human existence to suffer.
Like rotten mud smashing onto the ground, accompanied by a splat, one of this existence's thick arms smashed directly onto the ground. Then, it turned into blue specks of magical light and gradually dissipated.
"Impossible! This is impossible! My power is perfect, my body is perfect——!!! Why would such a perfect body be destroyed by this tiny bullet? This is unreasonable, this is abnormal, why!!"
Marisbury looked at the existence becoming increasingly crazy before him and sighed softly. "Where in this world is there an invincible existence? Everything has something that generates it and something that overcomes it. It seems that what you, who claimed to have an invincible body, cannot withstand is this special bullet. It really is ironic that it wasn't some earth-shattering forbidden spell, but a specially made bullet."
Marisbury retracted the staff that was ready to attack at any moment. Then, looking at the guy before him, his eyes held a trace of sorrow. "I don't know if I should sigh with emotion that you, who abandoned your human identity, were eliminated by a human capable of using firearms with this special bullet. In the end, what killed you was the humanity you didn't want to be."
This monster's body was disintegrating bit by bit. various parts of his body smashed onto the ground like rotten mud. At this moment, he no longer even had the ability to lift his hand.
Accompanying the collapse of his body, this existence's legs gave way, and he knelt directly on the ground. That robust chest was already shattered.
"Impossible! This is impossible!! The result cannot be like this——!! I am an existence destined to become... become an Ultimate Being!! How can I stop here?! How can I stop my steps here!! Aaaah——!!"
That cheek, which could still be recognized as a human face, had become incredibly twisted. At the same time, like burnt rubber, it began to dissolve gradually. "Why am I being defeated by mere humans..... My long-cherished wish, my illusion! I planned all this; why is the final outcome I obtained this!! How unfair the heavens are!!"
Kiritsugu did not give the guy before him more time to discuss whether this world was fair. He only knew that eliminating this guy right now could help all magi tide over the immediate disaster. After all, it should be this magus, who was no longer human, who summoned that unknown Heroic Spirit. After losing the Master's magical energy supply, this unknown Heroic Spirit shouldn't have the ability to engage in fierce combat anymore.
Accompanying the slash of the dagger in his hand, a cold glint flashed and vanished. It was simply as easy as cutting tofu. The magus, who had long lost the ability to persist and maintain his body, saw his flesh collapse instantly. As for his soul... having consumed a piece of his soul just to live longer, the magus naturally had no way to maintain the existence of his soul.
Perhaps in the Age of Gods, it might have been possible to preserve this guy's soul. But was this the Age of Gods now? What a joke. The era of gods had passed thousands of years ago. Even if there was an area here that barely reproduced the past era, it was ultimately not the Underworld that housed souls. Such a soul with no place to return to should dissipate between heaven and earth.
As for whether there is reincarnation in this world, Aslan wasn't sure. Anyway, the guy before him had no ability to become a Heroic Spirit. If he really had obsessive thoughts, he would probably become a wraith. However, this city was ultimately the venue for the Holy Grail War. The people of the Church would properly dispose of newly born wraiths.
Caren alone wouldn't let a newly born wraith leave freely. After all, this was the place she was responsible for. If it were discovered that wraiths were wandering here, it would eventually be reported by others. That wouldn't be good news; she could be removed from this position at any time.
Coupled with Caren's own special constitution, she, who attracted demons and wraiths, would probably become the first prey found by a wraith upon its birth.
"Master!"
The unknown Heroic Spirit let out a shout. Although her relationship with the guy before her wasn't very good, it hadn't reached the point of expecting him to die. As mentioned before, the existence of Heroic Spirits itself is the magical residue of past shadows in this world. After losing their Master, they will gradually dissipate, even if they have the Independent Action skill.
It's like how wireless headphones can be away from the phone for a long time, but if the phone is smashed, how can the wireless headphones continue to be used? Unless she signed a contract with other magi. But right now, none of the magi before her seemed to have lost their Servants.
Moreover, no matter how she looked at it, these magi didn't seem like they would sign a contract with her. To think her base was stolen when she wasn't paying attention. What difference was there between this and when that man died of illness just as he was about to unify the entire continent back then? It was truly too similar.
Feeling her magical energy body about to collapse, the unknown Heroic Spirit let out a roar. The magical energy on her body began to rise constantly. Rather than letting the magical energy dissipate just like that, it was better to stake everything on releasing one final strike. This was a warrior's exit. She was, after all, the shadow of that person!
Waiting for her magical energy to disappear and exit... such a stifling thing... was unbearable.