Countless Sea Demons surged forward like a tide. This scene alone was enough to make an ordinary person's SAN value plummet, driving them to the brink of madness!
Even more disgusting was that some Sea Demons wore the clothes and severed limbs of deceased children, with their tips even morphing into the crying faces of children...
They emitted bone-chilling, youthful cries, using them to shake Saber's resolve.
"Mommy... save me..."
"It hurts... it hurts so much..."
Those tentacle monsters, bearing the faces of children, swarmed toward Saber.
"Stop... Stop it! You despicable coward!"
Saber swung her sword, shattering a Sea Demon that lunged at her, her pupils shrinking violently.
Green slime splashed onto her armor, making a sizzling corrosive sound.
She looked at the monsters that were once human children, the grief in her eyes nearly overflowing.
Even though she knew it was a magical disguise, the overly realistic cries and appearances still struck the King of Knights' upright heart.
"Hahaha! What's wrong, Jeanne? Can't bring yourself to strike?" Caster laughed manically. "This is the cruelty of God! Come, return to my embrace!"
Taking advantage of Saber's moment of hesitation, dozens of tentacles coiled up like venomous snakes, attempting to drag her into the filthy abyss.
"Truly... too noisy."
Just as Saber was about to fall into a bitter struggle, her mental state on the verge of collapse...
A large, warm hand suddenly pressed down on her shoulder.
That steady strength instantly stilled Saber's trembling body.
Hansen stepped past Saber and walked to the very front.
He looked at the scene before him, which seemed to have jumped straight out of Cthulhu Mythos, his face showing a hint of disgust and indifference as if he were looking at something filthy.
"Saber, step back."
"But Ruler, these children..."
"I said, step back." Hansen interrupted her, taking a step forward. "There's no need to dirty your sword dealing with this trash."
He took a deep breath, and the surrounding air began to gather frantically into his mouth. Inside the originally humid and sweltering sewer, the temperature plummeted.
This was the tyrannical power of nature itself.
"Whew—"
Hansen opened his mouth and exhaled a visible white current of air.
That was no ordinary breath, but an absolute zero storm capable of freezing molecular motion.
Crack— Crack—!
The white cold current, like a flood breaking through a dam, erupted forward in a fan shape centered on Hansen.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment.
The brandishing tentacles, the crying children's faces, the splashing sewage, and even the dust in the air—everything froze the instant it touched this cold current.
There was no explosion, no roar.
Only the crisp sound of ice spreading rapidly.
Saber subconsciously shielded her face with her arm. Even standing behind Hansen, that bone-deep chill still made her heart tremble.
A mere three seconds passed.
The cold current dissipated.
The originally eerie and terrifying underground reservoir, filled with bloodstains and rotting flesh, had now turned into a crystal-clear palace of ice.
The countless disgusting Sea Demon tentacles were now transformed into bizarre ice sculptures, frozen in their lunging poses, reflecting a strange and tragic beauty in the dim light.
And in the corner, Ryuunosuke remained frozen in that manic laughing expression, half his face crushed and his mouth wide open.
His corpse had been completely sealed within a massive block of transparent ice.
That twisted smile and the fanaticism in his eyes were permanently fixed in the second before his death.
The 'Cool' he had pursued his entire life finally met its end in true coldness.
"This..."
Saber lowered her arm and stared blankly at the scene, her beautiful eyes filled with shock.
Just by exhaling a single breath, he had achieved such a staggering result.
This man's strength was actually so terrifying!
"See, this is much cleaner."
He lifted his foot and lightly tapped the mirror-like ice.
Crack—!
A crisp sound rang out.
Followed by a continuous sound of shattering.
Crash—!
All the ice sculptures ahead—whether Sea Demons or those profane altars—disintegrated in an instant into billions of tiny ice particles, vanishing into the air.
A complete purification, leaving not even a speck of ash behind.
"Damn it... damn it...!!"
A weak groan came from the corner.
Caster was not entirely dead. As a Servant, his saint graph was much more resilient than those monsters.
However, he had already lost his lower body and was lying pathetically in the crushed ice, still clutching the 'Prelatis Spellbook' tightly in his arms.
"Jeanne... my Jeanne..."
He looked up, staring at Hansen with a venomous gaze. "You demon... you've ruined everything... Since it's come to this... since it's come to this..."
An extremely ominous and massive amount of magical energy began to gather within him.
It was the omen of a madness that would sacrifice his own saint graph just to drag the entire Fuyuki City down with him.
"I will let the sea submerge this land! Let the horror of the abyss descend upon the mortal world!!"
"Still trying to charge up an ultimate?"
Hansen raised an eyebrow, preparing to go over and deliver a finishing kick.
Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks. His gaze bypassed Caster, who was trying to go berserk, and looked toward a corner deep within the ruins.
That was a blind spot previously blocked by the wall of flesh.
Behind the crystal-clear icicles, among a pile of frozen rubble, there was actually a faint life reaction.
It was a young girl.
She was wearing a small red trench coat, her black twin-tails were a bit messy, and she was tightly clutching something like a magical compass in her hand.
At this moment, her eyes were wide with terror as she trembled, looking at the man before her who seemed like an ice and snow demon god.
Her eyes were full of fear, but even more so, a stubbornness that surpassed her age.
Tohsaka Rin.
The eldest daughter of the Tohsaka Family who had ventured into the demon's den alone to find her missing classmates.
She had witnessed hell with her own eyes, and she had also witnessed that hell being instantly frozen by the man before her.
Hansen paid no attention to Caster, who was still chanting his incantation. Instead, he stepped on the crushed ice, walking toward that corner one step at a time.
The sound of leather shoes stepping on ice shards was exceptionally clear in the dead silence of the space.
Tap, tap, tap.
Each step seemed to land right on Rin's heartbeat.
As Hansen approached, his tall figure blocked the beam of light shining in, and his massive shadow completely enveloped the petite Rin.
Rin wanted to run, but her legs felt as if they were filled with lead, unable to move.
She could only watch helplessly as the man walked up to her and leaned down, his eyes burning with faint golden flames as he looked down at her.
"Oh? There's actually a lost little kitten here?"
Hansen reached out his hand, reaching toward the top of Rin's head like a shadow.
"Eek—!!"
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