A throwing knife was hurled by an Assassin who rapidly approached Chen Yu.

The throwing knife was as swift as an arrow, like a meteor streaking across the sky, but Chen Yu easily caught it between two fingers.

I can't catch a noble phantasm thrown by an Archer, but I can't catch your little broken knife?

Divided into eighty-eight parts, how much strength can each Assassin have left?

“It seems you refuse to join the feast. For friends, there is fine wine; for wolves, only a hunting rifle. Nyarlathotep, do it.”

Facing the Assassins who were rapidly approaching him, Chen Yu's eyes were now devoid of any drunkenness.

I always feel like I've become the Assassin's target. Logically, shouldn't it be Waver?

He clearly looked much easier to deal with than himself.

“Yes, yes, always ordering Nyarlathotep around. But you're my Darling, so what can I do? Dimensional Force: Spacetime Magnetic Field!”

As Chen Yu's words fell, Nyarlathotep opened her hands, and spatial ripples, a blend of blue and purple, instantly swept across the entire courtyard.

All Assassins caught by the dimensional magnetic field were enveloped by blue and purple spatial ripples.

Seeing the blue and purple spatial ripples on their bodies, the Assassins also realized that something was terribly wrong.

But before the Assassins could react, Nyarlathotep clapped her hands together.

In just an instant, all Assassins enveloped by the ripples experienced a bizarre and fantastical journey.

The forms of these Assassins seemed to undergo a nightmarish transformation surgery.

One Assassin's body was stretched to an incredible degree, his legs seeming to turn into two long, thin bamboo poles.

Another Assassin's hands were like infinitely extended vines, the ends forking into countless tiny branches, covered with layers of rough skin, making one think of tree roots rather than human limbs.

One Assassin's face was squeezed to one side, one eye protruding, the other deeply sunken into its socket, his nose bridge askew, his lips cracked, revealing uneven teeth, his entire face twisted beyond recognition.

All Assassins' bodies were twisted and folded into a large spherical structure, as if kneaded and molded into various abnormal shapes by an invisible hand, suspended in mid-air in the courtyard.

Even so, these Assassins were not dead yet, still struggling and groaning desperately, like evil spirits being tortured in hell, trying to break free from this spherical hell.

“Darling, ready!”

Hearing Nyarlathotep's report, Chen Yu flexed his wrist, pulled out his wand, and aimed it at the “big meatball” composed of Assassins, which was slowly descending from the sky due to gravity.

Surging magic power gathered at the tip of the wand.

An aura full of death circulated in the courtyard.

“Avada Kedavra!”

A huge green light, like a poisonous dragon shooting out from the abyssal depths, instantly pierced through the air, streaking across the night sky, leaving a dazzling trail.

This beam carried an unparalleled, deathly magic, traversing the distance of space, locking onto its target, without the slightest hesitation or room for maneuver.

The green light swept over the Assassins, instantly turning them to silence, their life force stripped away.

The large meatball, formed by the twisted Assassins, rapidly disintegrated in the air, transforming into countless particles that dissipated into the atmosphere.

Looking at the dead Assassins in the air, Chen Yu was very satisfied with his results.

“That was exhilarating, Nyarlathotep, that shot felt incredibly satisfying!”

Fortunately, Assassins are Servants and don't leave corpses after death; otherwise, he would have to use a spell to clean up the site again.

“But there's one Assassin left by the gate. Who's interested?”

Chen Yu pointed his wand at the main gate of the courtyard. At this moment, only one female Assassin remained in the entire courtyard.

She wore a strange white mask on her face, her purple single ponytail reaching down to her knees, and she had a good figure.

Too bad she was a dark-skinned girl.

But Chen Yu had no feelings for dark-skinned girls.

The reason she was left was simply that she was relatively far away when Nyarlathotep activated the spacetime magnetic field and was not enveloped by it.

“Hmph, leaving only one Assassin, who are you looking down on?!”

Rider looked at the sole remaining Assassin. Although she grumbled with some dissatisfaction, her heart became more wary of Nyarlathotep and Chen Yu.

Nyarlathotep's spatial transfer magic aside, at least the green light full of death emitted from Chen Yu's wand was enough to kill a Servant.

It looked like instant-death magic.

She would have to be careful when fighting him in the future.

As for that lone Assassin.

Apparently unable to withstand this sudden blow, she stood alone at the courtyard gate, like a puppet that had lost its soul, falling into confusion and bewilderment, even beginning to question her own existence.

The instantaneous death of eighty-seven Assassin personalities only left the last remaining Assassin personality feeling an unprecedented sense of loneliness and emptiness, seemingly giving up resistance.

“Makur... Gozuru... Tanfu... Whirlwind... Sutail... Imposter... Sacrificial Smoke... Sword Ghost... Hentai... How could this be, how could this happen, impossible, impossible! All my lives were so easily... exhausted...”

The once closely connected mental network now had only a single, isolated node. The long-standing symbiotic relationship suddenly severed, making her experience a sense of utter helplessness she had never known before.

But the three Command spells that had been issued were still effective. Until she was completely dead or achieved victory, she had to continue fighting forcefully.

Magic power continuously surged, and countless fragments of malevolence also emerged from the depths of her mind.

“Kill them!” “Kill them!” “Kill them!” “Kill them!” ... The personality, which had originally been reduced to a single, isolated point, was instantly filled with clamor again.

“Is there something wrong with that last Assassin who was left?”

The scene changed too quickly. With the Assassins, who had originally held a numerical advantage, now reduced to just one, Waver cautiously poked his head out to observe the situation.

Looking at the single remaining Assassin, who no longer posed a threat, Waver still felt something was off.

Looking at the Assassin felt like standing on the twentieth floor of a building and looking down. Even with the protection of a railing, there was still a sense of trepidation in his heart.

“Wow! Is this Assassin going to turn into some kind of monster?!”

Suddenly, unsettling bulges rapidly appeared on the last Assassin's slender stomach, back, limbs, and even her face.

They quickly swelled and twisted, transforming into wriggling masses of flesh.

These wriggling masses of flesh also rapidly deformed, their outlines gradually becoming clear, evolving into strange, masked, dark-skinned human figures.

Hassan of the Hundred Faces.

The eighty-eight close others, in the form of what remained, no one knew.

There were eighty-eight personalities that Hundred Faces herself could recognize, and even these eighty-eight personalities didn't know how many personalities remained beyond that.

Under the blessing of the three Command spells, when only one Assassin personality remained, in order to fulfill the command, the personalities beyond the eighty-eight gradually stirred, emerging from the deepest parts of their consciousness.

But these consciousnesses were less personalities and more obsessions.

They were obsessions born and fueled by the Command spells, with only one thought.

Kill!