Fate: I Will Eventually Become the Hero of Justice II

Chapter 316

Nrvnqsr had no idea, but he instinctively wanted to avoid this mud.

However, it was already too late.

Shirou was a very cunning combatant.

The mud thrown at him was just a distraction. But the true danger lay in the silent flow of mud seeping into the ground from Shirou's shoes.

As Nrvnqsr considered evasion, numerous crimson hands began to emerge from the ground. They resembled demonic hands, as if rising from an abyss, and swiftly latched onto his body.

And then—

"Splash!"

The oncoming surge of mud swallowed him whole, akin to a colossal tidal wave.

"I'm immortal! It's futile... Wait, no! No way! My immortality! This can't be real...!"

Nrvnqsr's terror knew no bounds as he witnessed his immortality as a Dead Apostle being mercilessly stripped away. Even the Lair of the Beast King was being digested by the strange mud.

"What... what is happening?" Nrvnqsr cried out, consumed by fear.

Yet Shirou paid him no mind, his gaze icy and indifferent.

Dealing with Nrvnqsr was difficult due to his dual immortality as a Dead Apostle and the protection provided by the Lair of the Beast King. Regrettably for him, Shirou's mud possessed the means to counter both.

[All the World's Evil] possessed the ability to devour a Reality Marble, even those as intricate and otherworldly as the Forest of Einashe. Meanwhile, [Vampiric Evil] had the power to consume the immortality bestowed upon a Dead Apostle.

Nrvnqsr possessed an imposing presence thanks to his formidable immortality. Even Arcueid herself couldn't bring him down, and that was precisely why he hunted her down!

However, fate had a different plan for him when he crossed paths with Shirou, the one who surpassed even his might.

"Who... who are you?" Nrvnqsr yelled in desperation.

Shirou simply replied, "There's no point in telling the dead."

Nrvnqsr found himself consumed by the crimson mud, his Lair of the Beast King slowly dissolving in the encroaching black mud. In those fleeting moments before his demise, a sudden clarity washed over him, and a long-forgotten memory resurfaced.

It was a tale of great significance, passed down among the ranks of Dead Apostles. Legend spoke of a remarkable story, where a Mystic Code was crafted by a legendary figure. This artifact held a unique power—a power to suppress and balance the forces of both Dead Apostles and True Ancestors. It was whispered that the very same creator was responsible for the fall of the Crimson Moon, the origin of both Dead Apostles and True Ancestors.

The White Wing Lord, the King of Dead Apostles, and even Arcueid Brunestud, the princess of the True Ancestors, along with countless ancient Dead Apostles, all shared a common hesitation. They refrained from launching an all-out assault on the human world, not only due to the Church's restraints but also because of their deep-rooted fear of the enigmatic Mystic Code that might still exist.

Was it possible that this very crimson mud engulfing Nrvnqsr was none other than the fabled Mystic Code renowned for its power as a "suppressive force against Dead Apostles"?

If that were indeed the case...

Then who is this person?

Nrvnqsr gazed upon Shirou's face as his last shreds of immortality were devoured, feeling the weight of time gradually erode his being. His consciousness and soul sank deep into the relentless currents of the river of time.