That was a materialized soul body.
A great achievement that only magicians can achieve is now presented in Moran's hands.
Although the pain can no longer be changed.
However, a new beginning can continue to extend, so let this dream not be mixed with the shadows and darkness of the past.
This is a miracle that belongs only to magicians.
At the same time, on the battlefield where Jester was being pursued, several black shadows intersected and collided.
This time, Jester couldn't easily escape.
Faced with the pursuit of the fully armed Ciel and others, he was helpless this time.
Ciel is an immortal killer who has hunted countless Dead Apostles, and her skills were all taught by Moran himself.
She has even hunted True Ancestors.
Jester chose the wrong opponent from the beginning, not to mention that he also ignited Ciel's anger.
However, the biggest problem was that he didn't expect one thing.
That ultimate weapon that belongs only to Ciel.
"Deichmann—!!"
Ciel raised her hand and shouted.
Streaking across the top of the iron forest constructed of steel and concrete, several streaks of purple lightning transformed into serpents, lunging and biting.
That was the lightning of the Numbering Heresy.
"Tch…!"
Sensing the chilling intent closing in from behind, Jester clicked his tongue and flung a spray of blood backward.
He didn't even dare to unleash a proper spell head-on.
Because he knew his half-baked sorcery was a joke in the face of Ciel, a mage of ridiculously high caliber.
Only the Principle Idea Blood could hold its own.
He managed to block the lightning, true.
But that was merely a feint by Ciel; the real attack was the cold glint coming from the front, resembling a black crow.
"—Guh!"
Jester narrowly dodged the Black Key shot.
Beads of cold sweat streamed down his face.
If he paused here for even a second, he was sure he would meet his end.
Not for any other reason.
Ciel's Seventh Holy Scripture had the power to kill with a single strike, capable of ignoring a Dead Apostle's immortality.
Just as Jester was congratulating himself on his escape,
A glint shone from deep within Ciel's eyes.
The Black Keys that had missed didn't stop; they darted through the air like black crows flapping their wings.
The two Black Keys shot swiftly towards a certain spot on the ground at an odd angle.
The moment they pierced the ground, Jester, who was soaring through the air, seemed to turn to stone.
Jester's shadow was pinned.
"Damn it…"
Jester cursed aloud.
That was the Burial Agency's Crow Burial Rite, which could immobilize a target by striking their shadow.
Realizing death was imminent, Jester grew frantic, unleashing all his blood in an attempt to break free.
It was only a momentary pause.
But that was more than enough for Ciel.
"Release the shackles, remove the bones, understand the hatred—"
An inescapable iron fist descended from the night sky.
She staked everything on this.
As if to illuminate the path ahead.
"Its baying, stirs a thousand leagues—"
Before Jester could even react,
A slash powerful enough to tear the atmosphere apart struck, nearly shattering half of Jester's body.
"Damn you… Before I, an assassin, walk towards the end… How could I let you…!"
The vampire, freed from the curse, brandished his claws.
Alas, he was given no chance.
The snake-necked sword that had severed his claws rampaged, biting into Jester's body like a serpent.
The blade of judgment revolved, emitting a sound.
—Third Death Cause. Exsanguination.
This was the fanged iron hammer of the Holy Maiden.
Ciel was granted more than just a gun and armor.
Death by burning, death by disease, death by exsanguination, death by conflict, death by mental collapse, death by torture, death by judgment.
The seven causes of death assigned by the Church.
The crystallization of these as weapons was what Ciel possessed as Holy Scripture armaments.
"Jester Karture!"
Ciel now held the Severing Machine in her hands.
A snake-necked sword like a centipede, made of guillotine blades stacked together.
Bearing the name "Exsanguination."
Possessing a massive weight that nearly crushed everything.
"—Those whose lives burn are a disease.
Flesh is fragile, human intellect dissolves.
Therefore, salvation lies in the earth, only rest is our home."
A solemn and sacred chant echoed in the sky.
Ciel's sweet voice was like heavenly music, awakening the mind, but to the vampire, it was akin to a cursed incantation.
Endless fear and rage were stirred.
The immortal flesh seemed to recall the precious memories of when it was human.
"—Wait…"
Jester scrambled to his feet.
Half of his body was smashed like mud; trying to move in this state was a fool's dream.
The iron blade approached, transforming into a pile driver.
Falling straight towards the vampire.
"That baptism is—!?"
Before Jester could finish his horrified words,
An inescapable death blow arrived.
Not just bones, but even the body would be crushed by the impact; his chest was pierced by the pile driver.
Jester struggled, flailing his claws.
"Damn it, damn it… Damn you all—!
No… I haven't… I haven't… Aaaah… My assassin…! Goddamn Burial Agency aaaaaaah—!"
Jester roared a curse.
Along the way, his hands reached out towards the female assassin in the distance, trying to get closer to her.
The love and madness in his eyes erupted completely.
—Resentment, hatred, unwillingness.
Almost condensing all the emotions of his life, Jester wanted to move forward even if it meant being crushed to pieces.
"Perish! Vampire!
Place the flower on your chest, redeem with the prayer of the Holy Maiden!"
Ciel gave him no further chance.
What responded to Jester was a final cry that pierced the heavens.
No forgiveness, no mercy.
The pile driver, transformed into a hammer to punish evildoers, destroyed the vampire completely from below.
"That vampire… is gone…"
The female assassin landed on the ground.
Jester vanished into ashes before her eyes.
Although his crazed gaze at the end was incredibly terrifying, she, as a servant, could still sense it.
Jester, as her master, had dissipated.