Late at night, outside the mountain gate of Liudong Temple.

Yang Pan placed the Nodachi [Bizen Nagasaki Hikaru] aside and pressed one hand on his chest, as if he was feeling something.

After a while, Yang Pan moved away the hand that was pressing on his chest and whispered to himself, "Old Chongzi has indeed arranged a backup plan. If that's the case, then let me help you. Please borrow it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Pan removed his palm and made it look like a knife in the air, then stabbed himself hard in the chest.

Poof!

Blood splattered everywhere, Yang Pan's palm had penetrated deeply into his chest, and was constantly stirring back and forth, as if he was looking for something.

After a blood-curdling sound of flesh and blood, Yang Pan suddenly grinned with a slightly crazy and ferocious smile.

"I found it, come out!"

As Yang Pan's words fell, his arm inserted into his chest seemed to have grabbed something and pulled out suddenly.

Poof!

Hot blood fell like raindrops, and Yang Pan was holding a strange figure covered in blood and wearing a skull mask in his hand.

Hassan Sabah, also known as Hassan the Cursed Arm, is the orthodox Assassin of this Holy Grail War.

Hassan, the cursed arm, was a back-up left behind by Matou Zōen's old bug, and he was supposed to use the body of Sasaki Kojiro, the pseudo-Assassin, to manifest into the world.

But because Yang Pan killed Sasaki Kojiro in the chaotic space of world consciousness, and inherited part of his spiritual base to come to this world, the backhand of Matou Zangyan's old insect was also transferred to him.

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At this time, Yang Pan was holding the head of Hassan Cursed Wrist with one hand, and there was a huge blood hole in his chest, which could be seen mixed with blood and broken internal organs.

Pooh!

After spitting out a few mouthfuls of dark red viscous blood, Yang Pan suppressed the urge in his heart to crush the cursed wrist Hassan to death.

Moving Hassan's head in front of him, Yang Pan looked at his face covered with a skull mask and said in a cold voice, "I really want to eat you alive, you bastard."

As he spoke, Yang Pan's hand holding Cursed Wrist Hassan's head was still slightly exerting force, squeezing the opponent's skull so hard that it made a cracking sound.

The pain in his head made Hassan want to scream, but under Yang Pan's cold and crazy gaze, he could only swallow the scream back to his stomach.

Yang Pan is quite satisfied with Hassan's performance.

In fact, apart from his weakness in combat effectiveness and his ugly appearance, Yang Pan is quite satisfied with the heroic spirit Cursed Arm Hassan.

Loyal, obedient, and strong in execution. Based on these advantages alone, Hassan the Cursed Man is much better than those heroes with distinctive (perverse) personalities who are famous in history.

Not to mention anything else, if Yang Pan participates in the Holy Grail War as a master, and the heroic spirit he summons is a powerful, golden Gilgamesh, then there is no need for anyone else to take action, the two of them are guaranteed to win.

You can start fighting then.

call!

After spitting out a mouthful of turbid air mixed with thick blood mist, Yang Pan glanced at the curse wrist in his hand, and then threw him into Liudong Temple.

"I wanted to crush you bug to death, but since you are still of some use, I will spare your life this time. Go ahead and complete the old bug's mission and kill that damn crazy woman.

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Hassan, the cursed wrist thrown by Yang Pan, fell to the ground smoothly with his dexterity and immediately disappeared from the place, but Yang Pan's words with cold murderous intent echoed in his mind like a magic sound all the time.

ear.

Feeling the constant feeling on the head

Feeling the pain, Hassan, the cursed arm lying on the roof, thought to himself, "What kind of monsters are these? I hope the master can handle them."

While thinking about it, his eyes had already fallen on the facially paralyzed man in the room.

Listening to the sounds coming from Liudong Temple, Yang Pan, who was sitting in front of the mountain gate, couldn't help but evoke a slightly ferocious smile.

The flame ignited on the palm of his hand, Yang Pan laughed ferociously, and then pressed it on the slowly healing blood hole on his chest.

Zizzi!

Along with a creepy sound of burning flesh and blood, bursts of green smoke appeared from the wound on Yang Pan's chest, and drops of sweat appeared on his forehead.

After a while, Yang Pan took a deep breath.

"I didn't expect it to fucking hurt."

While muttering this to himself, Yang Pan removed his hand from his chest, revealing the horrific wound that had been burned together and looked even more ferocious.

If he were in good condition, this small injury would not affect him at all and could be repaired almost in the blink of an eye.

However, after becoming a heroic spirit, Yang Pan's self-healing ability was not only weakened, but even the dragon's jade as the core of energy was sealed. This also caused Yang Pan's recovery ability to be further weakened, so that he

Now he had to use this method of drinking poison to quench his thirst to prevent the injury from getting worse, lest he would turn into magic power and dissipate before the injury recovered.

Almost as soon as Yang Pan finished treating the wound, a woman's scream came from Liudong Temple.

Yang Pan could tell that this voice was that of that damn crazy bitch Medea.

And just as the screams came to mind, Yang Pan suddenly felt relaxed.

That was because the heroic spirit contract signed between him and Medea was terminated.

Although the termination of the contract is a good thing for Yang Pan, losing the magic power provided by his master will also have a certain impact on him.

puff!

He spat out a mouthful of blood again, and an unhealthy flush appeared on Yang Pan's face.

Feeling the injury in his chest that had almost stopped healing due to the loss of magic attack, Yang Pan's face did not show any fear, but instead showed a trace of joy.

"It seems that the crazy bitch Medea has been solved by Hassan the Cursed Arm, but it's a pity that I didn't do it myself." Yang Pan thought with some regret.

Zheng!

With the long sword unsheathed, Yang Pan casually swung it back, and the mountain gate of Liudong Temple, which was the medium for summoning his spirit base, was cut off at the root.

At this point, Yang Pan's master Medea died, and the summoning medium that restricted him has been destroyed. He no longer has to stay in Liudong Temple, and he can be considered truly free.

However, given his current near-death state with no magic power supply, if he does not find the Master or other magic power supply as soon as possible, he may soon dissipate automatically.

Sheathing the sword, Yang Pan took the sword and walked towards Liudong Temple.

Although he now wanted to go directly to Rin, in order to prevent himself from dissipating on the way due to excessive injuries or insufficient magic power, Yang Pan decided to go to Liudong Temple to find some magic power supplies before continuing.

As for whether there is magic power in Ryudou Temple, you must know that Ryudou Temple is one of the nodes of the ground near Fuyuki City. It is a place where magic power gathers. In more fantasy terms, it is a paradise where spiritual energy gathers. Even this

The Great Holy Grail of the Holy Grail War was all set under Ryudou Temple. How could a place like this lack magic power?

And if not for this, how could Medea, as Caster, choose such an inhospitable place as her own?

Laowona.

Ignoring other buildings around him, Yang Pan walked directly to the house where the screams just came from.

The door was wide open, but from the outside it was pitch black inside. It was probably that Hassan, the Assassin's curse hand, had deliberately turned off the lights in order to conceal his whereabouts and facilitate movement.

Stepping into the room, Yang Pan could see clearly what was going on in the room with his excellent eyesight, even though the room was pitch dark.

The furnishings in the room were somewhat scattered. In one corner, a man in a suit was lying quietly in a pool of blood. Although he was not dead at the moment, he was about to expire.

On the other floor opposite to the man in the suit, Hassan, the curse-armed man, was crouching next to a figure in black robes. The black dagger in his hand was stabbing hard, and he kept making weird laughs. He looked like a pervert.

generally.

As Yang Pan entered the room, Hassan, the cursed wrist who was suffering from illness, raised his head as if he felt something.

After seeing that the person who came was Yang Pan, Hassan the Cursed Wrist let out a slightly frightened cry. The next second, he was like a little mouse seeing an old cat, and swooped into the room.

The shadow disappeared without a trace.

Yang Pan just glanced at the escaped Cursed Wrist, and then walked to the black figure who had been stabbed by the Cursed Wrist before, that is, Medea.

At this time, the Caster's mouth kept pouring out foam, and her chest was almost cut into a sieve by the cursed wrist, but the powerful vitality of the heroic spirit still prevented her from dying on the spot.

"Ahem, help him."

Medea turned her head with difficulty and looked at Kuzuki Soichiro who was lying in a pool of blood. While coughing up blood, she begged Yang Pan.

Hearing this, Yang Pan chuckled and leaned over and said, "Help, I will definitely cremate him to repay you for the many whips you gave me before."

Before Yang Pan finished speaking, Kuzuki Soichiro's body in a pool of blood was wrapped in the scorching dragon's breath fire, and turned into ashes in the blink of an eye.

"No! No! You, you, I curse..."

"Bang!"

Before Medea could utter the curse, Yang Pan had already swung his fist and smashed her beautiful head into a ball of scattered bones and rotten flesh.

After doing this, Yang Pan stood up with a calm expression, and the blood in his eyes began to gradually dissipate.

Medea's headless corpse on the ground gradually turned into pure magic power, most of which dissipated directly into the air, while a small part of it was integrated into Yang Pan's body.

Yang Pan closed his eyes and felt it for a while, then stretched out his hand.

With a flash of light, a strange dagger with a gorgeous handle and a lightning-like blade appeared in Yang Pan's hand.

"Noble Phantasm: [Every Talisman Will Break the Precept]

Grade:C

Type: Anti-magic Noble Phantasm"

Yang Pan was very interested in this precious phantom.

Although [Wan Fu Bing Breaks the Ring] is only a C-level treasure, its level is not high, and it has almost no attack power, so it is not suitable as a weapon at all, but it has this extremely buggy ability. In short, it is

It can break all laws'.

Whether it is magic released through magic power, contracts or formations based on magic power, or magic creatures, they are all scum in front of [Wan Fu Bing Breaking the Ring].

As long as it is magic related to magic power, [Wan Fu Bing Bing Jie] can be said to be gone if you rub it, and it will be broken if you poke it. It can be said to be the ultimate anti-magic treasure.
Chapter completed!