"Purification? This..."
Karna frowned. Many people possessed such an ability, but... he hadn't found anyone with purification powers in this Singularity.
"Heh, it's fine, Karna. I can still take it. It's a small matter," Rama said with a smile, sensing Karna's mood souring.
"..."
Karna remained expressionless. His mood hadn't improved because of Rama's comfort.
Mo Shuying glanced at Rama, a little hesitant about whether to tell him about Sita.
"Put me down, Karna. I still need to find my wife," Rama said, patting Karna's shoulder.
"But, your body?" Karna hesitated.
"It's fine. It's already like this. If I'm going to die, I want to die on the road to finding my wife."
It had to be said that Rama was a devoted man. His wife's name was Sita, and their affection for each other was undeniable. However, a curse prevented them from ever meeting again. Rama actually knew he wouldn't find his wife, or even if he did, they still wouldn't be able to see each other. But he still had to search.
"This..."
Seeing Rama like this, Mo Shuying felt a touch of pity. After a moment's thought, he spoke.
"Actually, I know where your wife is right now."
"Huh? What? Really?!" Rama was stunned for a moment by Mo Shuying's words, then immediately became excited.
"Yes, she's on Alcatraz Island in the west, most likely. However, that island is already an enemy stronghold. If you go in your current state, you'll definitely be walking to your death. How about this, Gilles, Karna, you two go again."
Anyway, it was still early before the big decisive battle. Even if the army was assembled, the march would take two days, which was enough time for Rama and the others to rescue his wife. It was just that...
"Thank you! I will remember this kindness forever."
Rama placed one hand on his chest and bowed in thanks. For Rama, who was a king, showing gratitude in such a manner was already very solemn.
Mo Shuying nodded, then said, "I still need to remind you, you understand your own curse. Even if you find your wife, you won't be able to see her. Moreover, there's actually a way to lift this curse on you. You and your wife are of one heart and soul. Although you each have a body, your souls are actually connected. If your wife is willing to take on your curse and leave first, then this injury of yours will be nothing."
"..."
At Mo Shuying's words, Rama's expression changed. He stood there, thinking for a long time, then suddenly asked with a smile, "I see you're concentrating your forces. Are you preparing for a major battle??"
Mo Shuying nodded at the abrupt change of topic.
"Yes, we're preparing for a decisive battle against Cú Chulainn and them. It's time to determine the victor."
"That means the end will come quickly. If you win, we'll disappear soon. If you lose, our lives certainly won't be easy. In that case, there's actually no need to find my wife now," Rama said with a smile. He had made his choice: he would rather endure a few more days of separation than have Sita sacrifice herself for him.
Looking at Rama, Mo Shuying had a trace of surprise in his eyes. Although this man was a tyrannical king in ancient Indian history, he had true love for his wife.
"What you said makes sense. Indeed, if we win, you'll also disappear after we reclaim the Holy Grail. It's a matter of two or three days later. So, where are you going now? Since you're already here, why don't you stay and rest properly? Don't dissipate before the results even arrive."
Mo Shuying said, reaching out. A surge of Star Infusion flowed into Rama's body. Although Star Infusion couldn't remove the curse, with the influx of a large amount of life force, Rama's spirit and body both felt much lighter.
"This way, you should feel more comfortable. Alright, Gilles, no need to go. Take a rest. Karna, take Rama to rest. After you've settled him, come find me. I have something to tell you."
Later, they still needed to discuss the assassination, and Mo Shuying needed to tell Karna some things to pay attention to.
The burly man wielding two swords returned to their main camp, a white palace stained with a lot of blood.
The dried blood on the walls was evident. Mad Enhanced Cú Chulainn sat on the throne. The two-sword man walked to the foot of the steps and spoke.
"Those two Servants escaped, damn it. I almost took care of that native spirit user and the white-haired girl. Who knew a roadblock would appear halfway? They had more people, so I had no choice but to retreat."
The two-sword man reported the previous situation. Cú Chulainn listened to the report with one hand propped on his head. He wasn't angry about the two-sword man's failure.
"Your actions were very wise, Beowulf. You truly live up to your name as the wisest king. Very good, I understand now. There will likely be a major battle soon. Go back to Alcatraz Island first and bring out all your subordinates. Prepare for the battle."
Cú Chulainn gave Beowulf the order. Beowulf nodded, then withdrew.
After Beowulf left, Medb emerged from a side hall and walked up to Cú Chulainn, saying somewhat unhappily, "I hate useless men. This man clearly failed, so why don't you give him the punishment he deserves? My dear Cú, have you gone soft??"
Medb blinked and smiled at Cú Chulainn.
Cú Chulainn snorted.
"Hmph, in my opinion, a warrior's failure can be allowed twice: the first time is due to carelessness, the second is due to insufficient strength. But the third time, that's truly seeking death. Beowulf's strength is good, and we need capable people right now. Punishment would only reduce our overall strength. By the way, Medb, did you successfully summon a new Servant?"
Cú Chulainn turned and asked Medb. Medb put her hands on her hips, nodded, then waved her hand.
"Come~ Greet your king."
Medb spoke, and then a blue magical energy condensed within the hall. Soon, a tall man holding a longbow appeared before Cú Chulainn.
"Servant Archer, reporting for duty, Master."
The tall, dark-skinned man nodded slightly, greeting him in an indifferent tone.
Cú Chulainn narrowed his eyes, looking at this new Servant. He saw that the massive longbow in the new Servant's hand was no ordinary item; it possessed the qualities of a Divine Construct.
To be able to wield a Divine Construct, this Servant's identity was clearly not simple.
"Excellent, Medb. Continue. Summon more Servants. I want those enemies who dare to defy us to question their very existence when they feel our immense power!"
Cú Chulainn let out a ferocious laugh and roared. His belief was slaughter, to slaughter all discordant existences. He wanted to create an utterly clean Singularity; apart from his subordinates, no other living being needed to exist!
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