Thus, there was a scene that Animusfia, Fujimaru Ritsuka and others saw.
Gilles de Rey wanted to destroy the Italian transcription of Raleye's text, the Luoyan City Textbook, but was stopped by the book itself, and his lower body was rolled to pieces and he was dying.
After picking up the book containing forbidden knowledge, Bluebeard decided to devote his last bit of madness.
During his lifetime, in order to humiliate the so-called "lord" who made the innocent girl sacrifice his life, he abandoned his original beliefs and devoted himself to the dark "witchcraft".
But revenge was not what Gil de Rey wanted.
Regardless of whether he fell into madness or not, this miserable and hateful man only cared about one thing in his life.
Although he believed that everything was responsible for Joan's death, what he really cared about was not hatred itself.
....... Nor does it mean doing evil things to prove that "the Lord" does not exist.
This is just what Bluebeard has been doing, and it can be called an "accessory".
From the moment I followed the whisper deep in my heart, from the moment I followed the guidance of dreams and got to know the alchemist from Italy——————,
Later, he killed his wife, kidnapped boys around the territory, and then personally tortured and sacrificed them to that great existence after desecrating them.
According to Gil de Rey's self-confession after his arrest, he personally killed more than 140 children.
According to incomplete statistics by historians, the number of victims who died at the hands of "Blue Beard" is approximately 200 to 1,000.
After reaching this point, Joan of Arc still failed to come back. But it convinced him that the great existence was real.
The whispers he heard every day and every night, and the scenes he saw in his dreams were not all Gilles de Rey's hallucinations.
Gilles de Rey was never willing to give up the only spider's thread for Joan of Arc's rebirth.
Even if that spider silk does not lead to heaven, it doesn't matter even if that spider silk leads to hell.
As long as Joan of Arc can come back.
It would be great if I could stand by his side again and let him serve Jeanne again.
For this reason, it doesn't matter even if you fall into hell.
Anyway, the world without Joan of Arc is no different from hell.
This time————————————,
Bluebeard wants to complete the sacrifice that he was unable to do during his lifetime.
The golden Holy Grail gradually turned red under his call, and a miniature ocean appeared in it at some point.
The storm gathered in the Holy Grail, crashing into the four walls of the Holy Grail, and the carrier carrying a huge amount of magic power was crumbling at this moment.
The corpse of the evil dragon Fafnir began to slowly expand, as bloated as an inflated balloon.
However, the wings behind the dragon that could cover the sky shrank, and eventually turned into some kind of decorative existence, which was completely out of proportion to the fat body after the change.
The dragon's head, which could only give people a "frightening" impression before, also began to grow greasy tentacles like an octopus.
Different from the terror of the giant dragon in the past, the changed head like a sea creature gives people an incomprehensible fear.
It's like counting the gravel on the beach.
You may be able to hold the gravel on the shoal in your hands, but if you want to understand the mysterious appearance of the evil dragon's corpse, you can only see it with your eyes and analyze it with your mind.
It is still too early for humans to recognize such things.
No, it's not that it's too early at all, it's just the nature of the gramophone's inability to play compact discs.
After all, even if they survive to the end of time, humans will definitely not be able to recognize such things.
Even if you see it with your own eyes, you can't understand it, and it can only increase your fear of the unknown.
The more the evil dragon's body changed, the more Animusfia and others who looked at Fafnir's body felt that their thinking patterns were confused.
"i?! i?! cthulhu fhtagn!"
"i?! i?! cthulhu fhtagn!"
"i?! i?! cthulhu fhtagn!"
The forbidden call echoed around, gradually turning from a whisper to a loud chant.
Even though Bluebeard has been silent, the voice praising the ancient existence has no intention of stopping.
The soil began to whisper.
The trees began to call.
Even the wind began to echo that name.
French soldiers who survived the battlefield also joined in the prayers.
"i?! i?! cthulhu fhtagn!"
Then they all used long swords to cut open their abdomens, and their internal organs and blood poured out.
The soldiers who did not die completely seemed to feel no pain and painted with their own organs and blood.
Until the last moment when the blood runs out.
Only a few seconds have passed since everyone in Chaldea observed this place.
Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at everything in a daze, and involuntarily took steps forward.
"Don't look!"
Animusfia's words woke up Ritsuka Fujimaru, who had almost lost his mind.
When she turned around, she found that she had walked from behind Animusfia to his side, and in front of her was Animusfia who stretched out her right hand to stop her.
"Director——————"
The question that the girl wanted to say was stopped abruptly by Animusfiya's solemn expression, and then her eyes became dark.
"I used magic to temporarily cover your vision. I will talk about other things later. I just know that you must not look at that thing."
.....
Things have changed far beyond Animusfia's imagination, and they are completely different from the story he once knew.
I don’t know if there will be another time.
"ha--------"
After letting out a long sigh, Animusfia slightly loosened her collar.
"Matthew and Giorgos are still protecting the Master as usual... Saber, use your Noble Phantasm to attack Caster with all your strength. Don't care about the consequences. Even if you destroy the Holy Grail, you must stop his summons."
Looking at Animusfia with a solemn expression, Artoria Alt didn't say anything more. She nodded and began to gather her magic power to prepare to release the Noble Phantasm.
"Leonardo, when we talk about the body of a dragon and the head of an octopus, what can you think of?"
"To add to this, my talent is not that outstanding. This existence has never harassed me. But as a genius, Leonardo da Vinci should be familiar to you."
Even the ancient beings sealed in the deep sea can still extend their arms and legs to the entire earth.
It is older than fantasy species and gods. It has been silently influencing everything since the birth of the earth.
That being occasionally uses its spirit to contact unspecified humans.
Most of the humans who can come into contact with it are "geniuses" with strong sensitivity.
Although most people end up falling into madness under dreams and whispers, there are also some creators who get inspiration from them.
Da Vinci, who was observing the singularity through the projection in the control room, seemed to have his scars uncovered, and said slowly with a complex expression:
"You mean?"
After a brief silence, Animusfia nodded.
"...That's impossible, right?"
The dark model of the solar system began to take shape behind Animusfia.
"These prayers and this body are enough to explain the problem."
Animusfia closed her eyes.
"The similarity in appearance is enough. Once the true form appears, I'm afraid even the servants won't be able to resist."
"Then what chance do we have?"
Even though he imagined that the enemy would be very powerful, Da Vinci never imagined that he would face an existence of this level.
Human history?
To the old rulers, it was nothing more than a tall building made of cards.
"No chance."
Animusfia said calmly:
"It is impossible to win using human methods."
The jet-black energy pillar shot straight towards Gil de Rey, who was controlling the Holy Grail.
Animusfia was calculating while feeling the changes in the evil dragon's corpse.
Then his expression darkened.
"Can't catch up."
Bluebeard, whose face was full of fanaticism, faced Artoria's Noble Phantasm without fear, seeing nothing but madness in his eyes.
"It's too late! It's too late! Hahahahahahaha! It's coming! It's coming!"
"Goo!"
Artoria reluctantly increased the magic output of the Reversal Holy Sword in her opponent's hand.
The holy grail of darkness that can swallow even light.
The Holy Grail, which was already crumbling under the storm in the cup, now had cracks.
But what Bluebeard needed to do with the Holy Grail was already done.
"Too slow————! It's already coming!"
Amidst Bluebeard's crazy shouts and the bombardment of the Sword of Victory, the cracks on the Holy Grail spread one after another, and finally disintegrated.
As if the ocean is connected internally, the smelly green seawater gushes out of it.
In the blink of an eye, a large area of land was submerged, and huge waves rolled wildly.
Storms also appear with the ocean.
Amid the waves and storms, the body of the "evil dragon" moved.
That being is named——————The Great Cthulhu. This chapter has been completed!