Curse Shirou

At this time, there was only a thin girl on the deck, she was looking at the thick fog on the sea, holding a glass bottle containing the solution tightly in her hand.

The danger came quietly, and Sylvie, who was immersed in grief, inadvertently saw the huge reflection on the sea, only to realize that there was a huge monster behind her.

"Help—ahh!!——"

Without missing a chance, Kotomine Kirei snatched the bottle containing the 'Eternal Life', Sylvie was repelled by the huge force, fell down on the railing of the ship's edge, and fell into the sea together with the broken wood.

Hearing the cries for help from above, the alchemists who could not sleep all night all ran to the deck to check.

Instead, they saw a strange Asian man drinking the liquid from a glass bottle and mouth-feeding it to another man who was extremely decayed and emaciated.

"Who are you, where did Sylvie go, and what did you do to her?"

"How did these two people get on the boat! Have they been hiding in the boat these days?!"

"Wait, no, that bottle? It's also supposed to be..."

"Oops! It's the wine that Sylvie hasn't drunk yet. No, arrest them!"

Alchemists from all over the world in the eighteenth century were also intellectuals, or in other words - mental workers.

So even if someone invaded at the beginning, no one picked up the weapon immediately and launched a decisive attack on the two.

But when someone shouted the contents of the broken bottle, everyone felt an unspeakable crisis——

Only other undead can kill the undead.

The chaos caused by Serrad last night is the best proof of human greed.

Just because he killed Sylvie's lover and absorbed Gretel's life and all knowledge, they had to corner each other and finally make him abandon ship and flee.

But the rest of the people only reached a consensus for the time being, trying to maintain a situation of not hurting each other, and in fact they never trust anyone else in their hearts.

And at this very moment, another outsider actually drank the wine of eternal life, which is no different from a bigger time bomb that is more difficult to grasp.

The alchemists became agitated, and each took out their weapons——

After that scene, Cheswell Meyer vowed to never forget it in his life.

Even though they had ten times the manpower of the opponent on the boat, that Asian priest was crueler than the cruelest executioner. The expression on the other side's face when he tore apart a human being with his hands did not even twitch his eyelashes.

No matter how many people rushed towards him at the same time, they would all be crushed in the blink of an eye. Obviously, except for Sylvie, everyone else was already immortal, but it was just increasing the area of ​​the pool of blood on the deck.

Realizing that the situation was out of control, some people began to want to escape timidly, but for some reason, the black priest suddenly discovered the mystery of the right hand.

Those who drink the wine of eternal life can absorb the other person's body, experience and knowledge as long as they put their right hand on the other's head and think "to devour".

It's also the only way to kill the Eternal.

"It turned out to be something like this, hmph."

Kotomine Kirei absorbed a skilled wizard and immediately got his memory.

It was about the demon summoned by Mezza, the demon gave everyone the liquor of immortality, and the betrayal and killing last night, all of which opened up the most tragic and comic human drama on the lonely ship.

"It's so interesting, it's really enjoyable, hahahaha—"

Knowing the whole incident, Kotomine Kirei couldn't help laughing out loud.

When the immortal is reborn, he will reshape his body, so the blood stains on his face will be removed a little bit, but this does not prevent him from turning into a lunatic who is more terrifying than a demon in the eyes of alchemists.

No, even a lunatic cannot slaughter so many people at the same time, this man is clearly a butcher!It's a murderous maniac!

"Not good! Run away—"

The butcher began to consciously grab the heads of the immortals with his right hand, obviously knowing how to kill them. In an instant, all the alchemists knew that the situation was over.

Huey, a young alchemist from the east, was the first to discover this. He retreated to the side of the bow, looked at this side solemnly, and then jumped into the sea without hesitation.

Alma, who was smiling all the time, put away the smile at the corner of her mouth at this time. After realizing that he was really no match, he had to cover Meza and escape first.

Gretel was absorbed by Serrad last night, and now only Meza and the betrayed Serrad know the formula of immortality wine. Mezza will keep it a secret and no longer create new immortals, but it is not necessarily the case if it is someone else up.

"You go first, Maiza."

"Can……"

"Don't worry, jump off!"

Kotomine Kirei's movements were very fast, and in the blink of an eye, there were less than one hand on the deck who could stand.

"Hurry up!!"

On this side, Alma covered Meza and jumped into the sea, but on the other side, Chesworth was not so lucky. He and Firmmet were trapped between the general cargo box and the mast, and the people around them were either still being resurrected or already absorbed by men.

Watching Kotomine Kirei walking towards him step by step, Cheswell Meyer felt that his heart was being controlled by the other party, trembling heavily with his steps!

"Meyer! When you were homeless, I took you in as my assistant... Now, it's time for you to repay me!..."

Firmette's face was pale, his lips trembled slightly, but his hands mercilessly pushed him towards the butcher.

Chesworth felt his brain went blank, his short body was pushed out by the huge force, and he staggered and knelt down at the man's feet.

Seeing the other party stumbling, Firmmet immediately wanted to take the opportunity to escape from the side, but he didn't expect that only his body could leave here.

His head with gorgeous long hair was chopped off by something out of thin air.

Roll...

The blood-stained head rolled over and looked at Chesworth who was lying on the ground.

On that handsome face, there was still an expression of surprise that had not dissipated, but it was soon shrouded in disbelief.

"No, don't—you can't kill me!—"

Firmmet's head was grabbed in front of Cheswerf's eyes. He realized that it would be his turn next, and his body was agitated by an unknown force, rolling from the man's feet to the back of the cargo pile.

He drilled through the railing with all his strength and threw himself into the sea.

Cheswell Meyer knew that he might be the last, or second-to-last, person to jump overboard.

He was afraid that he would not be able to sink to the bottom of the water, so he forced himself to drink large mouthfuls of sea water, praying that he would sink into a deeper and darker place, hoping that the gods would let him escape.

These poor creatures who fell into the trap of eternal life, probably even God laughed and wanted to see their fate.

Cheswell Meyer was not caught in the end, and successfully hid in the sea until he was taken away from the original sea area by ocean currents.

"No, it shouldn't be, he definitely didn't let me meet him just to find the fish that slipped through the net..."

Awakened by the real situation, Cheswell Meyer's pupils trembled slightly, and he slowly moved his body backwards on the ground surrounded by fire.

Fear made him ignore the pain of the burning flesh and keep his eyes fixed on the front.

The familiar white-haired man was kneeling in front of the black-clothed priest, digging his throat desperately with his fingers, and vomited out a large ball of mucus with black spots like countless frog eggs.

At this moment, the spirit of madness filled his mind, and death seemed to be a kind of kindness.

Anyone who explores the unknowable is doomed to be affected by its existence, and the insignificant ones undergo frantic mutations from body to mind.

If it hadn't been for drinking the wine of immortality that solidifies the soul, Matou Kariya would never be able to preserve his sanity now, and he has probably become a host parasitized by dust, and can only wait for countless fly eggs to hatch and break out of the body.

Matou Kariya was still panting, he didn't have the extra energy to pay attention to what else had changed in his body, and the only sliver of reason he had left was to maintain the most important magic.

On the surface of the egg hanging upside down in the sky, there was a faint purple light.

It was too late and then quickly, at this moment, a black rapier cut through the day and night, and fell like lightning——

Along with the sword, there was also a tall figure descending from the sky!