Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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"What?! So arrogant!"

The sergeant major glared menacingly at the old man in the mountains.

"Fool, you can only be smug now. When Lord Agguwen arrives, he will absolutely pulverize trash like you into dust!"

The rusty smell permeated the damp air, but the young mountain woman remained unmoved. Even when bound by the chains that bound Agravwen's soul, she did not waver in the slightest.

The sergeant kicked the rusty, swollen iron door of the cell.

He dared not do anything to the old man in the mountains, not even get close, because the old man possessed a terrifying quality: his sap alone was a deadly poison capable of killing instantly.

hum...

buzzing...

Buzz buzz...

Just then, the sergeant major suddenly sensed that something was wrong.

Deep beneath, a terrifying tremor emanated from the depths of the walls, as if something was frantically chiseling through the rock strata of the underground prison!

A cold sweat broke out on the back of the sergeant's neck. He drew his short sword from his waist and stared warily into the darkness deep inside the cell!

"who..."

"Who is it?"

He questioned loudly, looking around anxiously, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, gripping his short sword and pointing it forward.

This place is pitch black.

Honestly, it's quite scary.

Keng!

Suddenly.

A flash of crimson light appeared in the black space.

Like a line of death drawn across a silent, despairing black ocean, the crimson light, like blood, chilled one to the bone, leaving one unable to move.

The crimson color spread like fresh blood.

The sergeant tried in alarm to lift his boots, but it was too late.

She put her hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, let me ask you..."

A cold voice echoed behind me, like the voice of a demon.

"Just how many innocent refugees have you killed and abused?"

"Aaaaaahhhhhh—!"

The sergeant let out a terrifying scream.

"It wasn't me, it wasn't me... It was all Agravan who made me do it, it was all his fault... It has nothing to do with me, absolutely nothing to do with me!!!"

"Oh... Agravivan... I didn't know he was this bad."

The terrifying sound continued to echo behind them.

"So Agravan was responsible for the torture and murder of innocent refugees?"

"And this underground prison... the endless stream of wronged souls, are they also the work of Agravivan?"

"It's a lie—heh..."

"I am a kind-hearted person, I can't bear to see people suffer, and I don't want to kill anyone—"

Fujimaru Ritsuka's voice was accompanied by a red light.

The terrifying pressure caused this ordinary human being to experience unprecedented panic.

"Ah... if it were just a simple interrogator, that would be one thing, and as a soldier, killing the enemy is unavoidable. But to harm refugees and then drag them here to be tortured to death..."

The crimson eyes plunged the other person into deep despair.

"How about experiencing their despair to some extent?"

The blood-red color, the overwhelming fear and despair, plunged this cruel sergeant major into chaos.

Plop.

The sergeant major fell to the ground with a thud.

"Ugh... Goten is so scary!"

"I already told you I'm not Wutian. Honestly, this Buddhist name is so out of place. Besides, I was just letting the Demon Eye make him experience what he did to the refugees."

"I am still kind-hearted and can't bear to kill, even if it's a heinous villain."

Fujimaru Ritsuka quickly said.

After all, Sanzang was a kind person, and she, being only a mortal, angered Sun Wukong and drove him away.

Tripitaka:

Is this kind?

Looking at the fallen sergeant major and the other lowly henchmen who had also fallen, he seemed quite kind, since Fujimaru Ritsuka hadn't actually taken their lives.

More important now is rescuing the Servants.

"But Fujita doesn't seem to be in this cell anymore. Who exactly is locked up by that Iron Ring? He looks so pitiful."

However, Sanzang was more worried about the locked-up girl than the bad guys. The Iron Ring was a piece of equipment that could render Servants powerless, and even a highly accomplished monk like Sanzang could not touch it.

"It's ok."

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the girl who was bound by chains, then quickly walked over.

"Bear with it, I'll help you untie it right away."

""

Unsure whether they were enemy or ally, the young girl Hassan nervously shrank her petite frame. After a long silence, she hesitantly said, "No... please... don't... touch me..."

"My body is poisonous."

"It's okay, it's just poison. I can resist the urge to suck blood, it's nothing."

These chains might be deadly to a Servant, but to Fujimaru Ritsuka, they were no different from iron.

Snap!

The chains binding the girl Hassan were easily torn off by Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"Done... Hey, be careful!"

Perhaps because the girl Hassan had been locked up for so long, even as a Servant, she was exhausted and fell off the wall, then slumped into Fujimaru Ritsuka's arms!

boom!

Almost by fate.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was tackled to the ground.

The mask that was covering the girl's stunningly beautiful face fell off, and then... soft, warm lips accidentally and cleverly touched Fujimaru Ritsuka's lips.

"Oh dear? Hmm... It's like this—forgive me, Buddha, please forgive me..."

Sanzang's face immediately turned red with embarrassment:

"I've sworn never to fall in love again before becoming a Buddha, so I'd better not watch scenes like this!"

"...?"

The girl in front of me was indeed stunningly beautiful.

Although Sanzang is indeed a beautiful woman, her excessive stupidity sometimes makes people overlook the fact that she is beautiful.

But this girl was somewhat different.

Delicate and luscious, with a voluptuous and colorful body, its brown limbs draped in a black veil, exuding charm and bewilderment, as well as a hint of fear and fragility in its eyes.

The sound was elegant and serene, like a flower in the night.

The lips met, a kiss filled with heat, passion, and aggression. Yet, beneath the palpable calm, even as her body was engulfed in deadly poison, Fujimaru Ritsuka seemed utterly oblivious.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... My limbs, bodily fluids, mucous membranes, everything in my body... is highly poisonous..."

"If you can bear it—"

"That must be... what I've been waiting for in my destiny..."

"My name is Tranquility, and I am a vile woman whose entire body is filled with deadly poison, destined to kill the one I love."

The girl was so endearing, or rather, her pitiful appearance was also her weapon.

"It's alright. Although we don't know who your destined person is, let us take you out of here first."

The conditions in this underground prison are absolutely appalling.

"And don't forget Fujita! Seriously, where did that idiot apprentice go?!"

Sanzang sighed and began to feel sorry for himself.

"Who is this person?"

The purple-haired girl hurriedly stood up, a blush flashing across her face, and then asked softly.

"Oh, she is the holy monk from the Tang Dynasty of China, Xuanzang Sanzang, one of the protagonists of the legendary Journey to the West. Although she is very famous, she seems to be a fool."

"I'm not an idiot, Goten! And after searching for so long without hearing from Touta... Could he have met with some misfortune?"

As Sanzang was speaking, he suddenly became flustered as if struck by lightning.

"No way... Does that mean I'm too late... Waaah... Don't do this! As the master, you can't even protect one disciple—"

Why are you crying again?

But... something's not right.

Fujimaru Ritsuka definitely sensed the Servant's presence; the True Ancestor's radar couldn't possibly be wrong...

Could it be a trap?

That's impossible.

What trap could possibly escape Ritsuka's eyes? She might as well just find a block of blood tofu and smash her head against it and die.

"Um, if you're talking about the captured archer... I seem to remember something. He was supposed to be locked in another secret room and used as a rice-producing machine to keep producing rice... Um, sorry, that's a bit rude of me to say it like that."

"Quiet," Hassan said in a low voice.

—Ah, that's true.

—Using it this way is quite reasonable, I would say.

Fujimaru Ritsuka blinked.

"How wonderful! Endless rice! I want some too..."

However, it is clear that Fujimaru Ritsuka is not currently able to easily produce high-quality rice.

"Now, Sanzang, my dear."

"what's wrong?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly thought of something and asked:

"You didn't take him on as a disciple just because you wanted his rice bag, so you wouldn't have to beg for alms anymore—"

"No way! Even I wouldn't do it because...and not only because...well...well, there are some reasons involved!"

Sanzang said hesitantly.

Chapter 203 Agravivan: Lancelot has betrayed us again?!

Tawara Tota was indeed captured and put into this underground prison.

However, the reason why Sanzang searched and called for a long time but no one came was because Tawara Tota was asleep in the cell.

Perhaps due to fainting from eating too much rice, Fujiwara Hidesato, the legendary hero who killed the centipede, was now lying on the ground, fast asleep, clutching a bag of rice.

While his strength isn't top-tier as a Servant, Tawara Tota has one advantage over most Heroic Spirits: the endless bag of rice he carries.