Chapter 39: Matou's Revolving Door (Please read it, I want to try to recommend it QAQ)

"what are you saying?"

Matou Zouken frowned, even though he knew before the negotiations that the chances of a successful outcome were slim.

But the current situation still exceeded his expectations.

How did ten years pass by? Jianchen Jianchen is only eight years old this year!
What do you mean Jianchen Matou is dead? He is standing in front of him now, not only alive and well, but also wants to kill him.

Whatever idol you choose, even Jesus cannot keep it.

Matou Zouken is completely confused now.

However, Jianchen Jianchen had no intention of compromising, and he could fully feel the desire to kill him.

He tapped the ground subconsciously with the cane in his hand.

Having made up his mind, Matou Zouken no longer hesitated.

In the face of the great terror of death, family affection is not worth mentioning to him.

"Sword Minister, although I am already rotten, I did have feelings for you before. Believe it or not, you brought all this upon yourself. It's a pity that the butterfly magic was lost."

Matou Zouken spoke calmly, and it seemed that endless abilities were hidden in his small body.

Matou Kenshin listened quietly. He didn't care whether Matou Zunyan's words were true or not, as it would not change the outcome of the matter.

——Matou Zouken is going to die today, even Jesus can’t stop him, said Matou Kenshin.

"Cough cough..." Matou Zouken coughed twice, then one hand took off the crutch, leaned on the crutch with one hand, and took out a dagger from the pocket inside his kimono with the other hand.

Jian Chen Jian Chen couldn't tell what the dagger was.

But even if he saw it, he couldn't change anything.

Although Liu Bang gave him the Chixiao Sword and planted talismans on him, and the Chixiao Sword was also enchanted...but he was still just an eight-year-old child.

Apart from the memory of ten years of butterfly magic and two lives as a human, he was no different from an eight-year-old child, especially in terms of physical fitness.

Therefore, he couldn't do difficult moves like dodging attacks.

Even if Matou Zouken takes out a curry stick or EA now, Matou Kenshin can only resist like a real man, he has no second choice.

He could only hope that Liu Bang's talisman could not be conquered by Matou Zouken's means.

However, it is impossible to tell the origin of the dagger.

Speculations, he still had some speculations.

It has a similar effect to Medea's Noble Phantasm, severing the connection between the Master and the Heroic Spirit.

Thinking of this, Jian Tong Jianchen felt a little more at ease.

So far, except for him, no one knows what Liu Bang is like as a follower.

How could a guy who couldn't be restrained by Command Spells be cut off from his Master by a magus?

joke!

Even if Matou Zouken really has that ability, so what? The worst that can happen is that I die in front of him!

It's no longer text in a simulator, but the real world.

Jian Tong Jianchen held Chi Xiao tightly in his hand. The warm scabbard gave him a sense of security.

bass!
"Come on!" Matou Kenshin drew out his sharp blade and stared at Matou Zōken with full readiness.

Matou Zouken said nothing and did nothing.

Matou Zouken's face twisted into a chrysanthemum, and Matou Kenshin realized that he had completed his plan.

'Not dead? ' This was the first thought in his mind.

'Still alive!'

An expression of joy appeared on Kenshin Matou's face, forming a sharp contrast with that of Zouken Matou, whose face was twisted into a chrysanthemum.

"How, how is it possible!"

It was as if he had received a huge stimulation from heaven. Even five hundred years of magical training could not hide Matou Zouken's shock.

That dagger was his last resort.

It was a dagger that could sever contracts, and naturally, it could also sever the contract between the Master and the Servant. As one of the founders of the Holy Grail War, the man who invented the Command Spells to restrict Servants, Matou Zouken was very sure that this dagger could help him escape the vortex of death.

...But, ideals are beautiful.

——The reality is extremely hard.

"How can this be!!"

The deafening sound startled Jian Tong Jian Chen.

At this time, Matou Zouken was obviously a little crazy, and his rationality had disappeared a lot.

"I can't die, I can't die, how can I die, if I die, what will happen to my ideals..."

"My ideal..."

"What is my ideal...?"

Twisting and stumbling, his small body lost its strength and it seemed as if he had to use all his strength to stand on the ground.

The gloomy, steady and disgusting Matou Zouken now looks like a crazy, ordinary old man.

But Jianchen Jianchen had no mercy at all.

The current Matou Zouken does look pitiful, but isn’t the self who was possessed by another body and placed under house arrest for ten years not pitiful too?
Matou Zouken didn't repent, he just knew that he was about to die.

It was just the fear of death that made his forgotten memories slightly resurface, that was all.

"Impossible, impossible, impossible..."

"How could I die? How could I die? How could I die?..."

Matou Zouken was acting madly, his short body swaying constantly, as if he couldn't support the weight of his body, and he began to fall.

——Kenshin Matou narrowed his eyes.

There is no other reason. The direction where Matou Zouken fell is where he is.

Closer and closer.

Five meters, three meters, two meters, one and a half meters, one meter...

His body tensed, he tightly gripped the hilt of the Chixiao sword and held his breath.

Half a meter away, now!
Swing your arms and cut!

……empty.

There was only air at the location of the slash, and the sound of insects could be heard in the ears.

Matou Kenshin looked at Matou Zouken who turned into a bug and dispersed, and then appeared from the bug, and sneered: "Old man, you are not crazy, are you?"

Matou Zouken stared coldly without saying a word.

It seemed that he had never been in a state of madness before, and he was as calm as a dead man.

He looked at the sword in Jianchen Jianchen's hand, the Chixiao Sword, the divine sword that had killed the White Snake, the son of the White Emperor.

His palms were clenched into fists, and the joints creaked.

——That sword can kill him!

Matou Zouken was well aware of this fact. The sword had a smell that he feared and would bring him death.

The "final circle" is getting smaller and smaller.

Zouken Matou doesn't know what will happen when the "final circle" can no longer accommodate him.

He will probably die just like the magic he performed.

Although it was about the most horrifying hope of death, his heart was unexpectedly calm.

Jianchen Matou's body was tense, his hands tightly grasped the Chixiao sword, and he stared at Jianchen Matou fiercely.

Matou Zouken was stared at by Matou Kenshin, looking at his blue-purple hair, eyes of the same color as his hair, and his familiar face as if he had seen it somewhere before.

"Ah, it turns out that I have seen that face in the mirror, on my own body."

This is what Matou Zouken thought during his final moments of death.

(End of this chapter)