A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

Chapter 1142 Ugly look

The third blow echoed through the forest. This time it was louder than before, and the tree trunks let out a final cry. The broken fibers cracked due to their own weight, and the tree that served as the fulcrum of the silver thread collapsed. At the collapsed spot, Kirei casually got rid of the ring surrounded by silver wires, grabbed the silver wires with both hands and tore them off section by section.

Irisviel felt a strong sense of weakness due to the feedback caused by the magic being broken, and she knelt down on the spot. Quietly looking at the desperate eyes of the two women, Kirei used the calm steps of a winner to get to the Calico that Maiya wanted to pick up, and trampled the resin frame to pieces with his hammer-like feet.

"You guy..."

Kirei glanced at Maiya who was still unable to stand up and was leaning over, moaning with hatred, and then casually kicked her in the abdomen. Maiya rolled over and fell to the ground, motionless and passed out. Afterwards, Kirei looked at Irisviel with cold eyes lacking all emotion.

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The battlefield of the heroic spirits has turned into a swamp of mud.

No matter how you kill them, a swarm of strange monsters will appear endlessly. The piles of corpses mixed with the splashing organs and body fluids were kicked and stirred by two pairs of feet, forming a chaos more terrifying than hell.

The smell of the monster's organs was as pungent as rancidity and was as thick as mist. The air filled with this breath is no different from the poisonous miasma. As long as living humans inhale it, their lungs will probably corrode and die.

Until now. The number of enemies killed by Saber and Lancer has already exceeded 500.

"...There's no end to this, except for the surprise. It's really amazing." Although Lancer still didn't show signs of exhaustion, his muttering sounded really bitter.

No winning or losing trend can be seen at all. There were clearly two Servants of the knight class showing off their might. However, the number of monsters that were summoned again and filled the holes in the encirclement circle has not decreased until now.

"It's that magic book, Lancer. As long as he has his Noble Phantasm... the situation of this battle will not change."

"I see, that's what happened."

After hearing Saber's whisper, Lancer sighed sadly.

"But if you want to knock the book out of that guy's hand, you must break through this wall of miscellaneous fish no matter what."

The group of monsters mockingly waved their tentacles while slowly approaching. Those alien creatures probably feel neither the fear of death nor pain. They seemed to think that the only way to be happy was to be killed, and they attacked Saber and the others crazily.

Dealing with both Saber and Lancer at the same time, Caster is still continuing a protracted battle. Since this is his plan, of course there should be a real chance of winning. The magic power exerted by Caster and that Noble Phantasm can only be regarded as endless, just like the literal meaning.

"...Lancer, at this time, do you want to take a gamble?"

"Although it's unpleasant to lose to him in terms of endurance, but I can't just keep playing with the bastards like this - okay, I accept it, Saber."

After Lancer agreed. Saber stared at the terrifying wall of flesh leading up to Casler, carefully assessing its thickness and density.

At this time, her biggest secret skill is to intuitively judge her idea as "feasible". A sure-kill blow with full release value.

"I'll clear the way. This is your only chance. Lancer, can you run as fast as the wind?"

"Huh? - Humph, that's it. It's so simple and clear."

Even though it was only once, they were opponents who had fought and risked their lives. Both of them had memorized all the secret techniques they used at that time. The current Lancer could understand the Servant, the skills Saber was planning to use, and his intentions without saying much.

"What are you muttering under your breath? Is it a last prayer?"

Caster calmly laughed at the two Servants. The one fighting Saber and the others now is not him, it can be said to be his Noble Phantasm "Luo Ming Castle Teaching Book". Caster was like a spectator watching the battle in a safe circle. It's just elegant and calm. At most, it's just a taunt to stimulate the enemy's nerves. It's enough for his "attack" to reach this level.

"Be horrified! Be desperate! There is a limit to the 'number gap' that can be overcome by force alone. Haha, don't you feel humiliated? Be crushed and suffocated by monsters who have neither glory nor reputation! For a hero, no matter how hard it is, There is nothing more shameful than this!”

Even if you are happily mocked by your opponent. Saber was still neither humble nor arrogant, just waving the sword in her right hand with a determined and calm expression.

What he stared at with unwavering eyes was just——the victory that must be achieved.

"Haha, that beautiful face... let me twist it with grief now, Joan of Arc!"

"Giiiiiiiii!"

The crowd of monsters roared together. They made strange noises that were unknown whether it was joy or hatred, while they were killing towards the center of the encirclement.

Now is the time to decide the winner.

The King of Knights loudly ordered to the noble sword.

"Hammer of the Wind King!"

In the middle of the swirling atmosphere, the dazzling light of gold shone.

The ultra-high pressure cluster of the Guardian Holy Sword. Being liberated from the shackles of the invisible barrier - bursting out like a ferocious dragon roar.

A secret sword that kills with one strike. A flexible use of the Noble Phantasm "Wind King Barrier". In the battle against Lancer last night, this super strong wind pressure was released in order to speed up the attack. If it is released towards the enemy, it will become a storm hammer that sweeps across all armies.

Because they were too concentrated together, the monsters were hit with extraordinary power.

The ultra-high-pressure blast condensed like a solid object crushed the monsters, stirring the chopped meat, sand, and sawdust together. It was as if the hand of an invisible giant had swept across the land and carved out a straight path. The moment it was blown away by the air pressure, a hole was completely penetrated by the monsters surrounding it.

The destructive power of "Wind King's Hammer" was offset by several layers of monster defense lines. By the time we reached Caster, the wind had reduced to the level of blowing away the hem of his robe.

Then, the hole that was punched through was the passage. However, judging from the density of the summoned monsters, it can only be regarded as a short-term flaw that can be blocked immediately.

"What--?"

Despite this, Caster still made a sound of surprise. Because it is not just the blow of the wind that penetrates the surroundings.

When an object moves at super high speeds in the atmosphere, it tears apart the air in front of it, leaving a vacuum in the space behind it. Of course, that vacuum will be sucked into the surrounding atmosphere, becoming a current that chases whatever passes through first. In today's car competitions, there is a technology in which the following vehicle follows the leading vehicle closely and uses the "SlipStream" acceleration technology.

The air pressure released by Saber from the Wind King's barrier caused the same phenomenon. While defeating the monster army, a vacuum is created behind the blowing wind, and the "Singularity of the Wind" is prepared there.

Then, the one who rushed into the reverse airflow without any hesitation was Lancer who was waiting for this blow.

“Come on—enlightenment!”

It was a stunt that required not only superhuman physical skills, but also coordination with the actions of his companions. But Lancer only saw his opponent Saber use the "Secret Sword of Wind" once before he achieved that miraculous cooperation.

Lancer jumped through the passage mixed with blood, wind and flesh, like a swallow chasing the wind with its wings folded. When his toes touched the ground again, he was less than ten steps away from Caster, and there was no barrier in between.

"Got you, Caster!"

"Yeah~!?"

The monsters, who turned away because of their master's crisis, stretched out their tentacles and attacked Lancer's back. But Lancer didn't look back. He used the short spear in his left hand to spin behind him like a windmill to cut down the pursuing minions, while approaching Caster sideways and wielding the long spear on his right.

We caught up - but we were just a hair away from being killed. The blow from the spear only slightly cut the surface with the tip of the spear and did not damage any vital parts.

But the Noble Phantasm in the spearman's hand is a weapon that can definitely determine the outcome with just one stab.

"Take the move, 'Red Rose that Breaks Demons'!"

The true red spear stabbed out with a low roar. What the tip of the spear touched was not Caster's thin body—but the cover of the magic book he held in his hand.

The red spear blade that once cut through Saber's "Wind King Barrier" and penetrated it regardless of the magic armor's defense. It is a "Noble Phantasm Killer" that can cut off all kinds of magic power and kill. For Caster, who relied entirely on the powerful power of the Grimoire to summon monsters to drive him, this was like a decisive blow from a general.

"Boom", like the sound of waves hitting the rocks, resounded through the forest.

The endless alien monsters on the ground liquefied in an instant. The monsters originally created from the flesh and blood of the sacrifices once again turned into blood and scattered. The moment the magic power supply of the "Luomin City Teaching Book" was cut off, they lost the power to materialize in the body.

In the hands of Caster, who was striding back, the magic book immediately activated its skill as a magic furnace, quickly regenerating the damaged cover. The magic power is blocked only the moment the "Demon-Breaking Red Rose" blade comes into contact. It does not destroy the power of the Noble Phantasm itself - but the magic that has been canceled once is irreversible. And even if he had to repeat the summoning technique again, Saber and Lancer's swords and twin guns wouldn't be able to give him that kind of time.

"You guy - you guy, you guy, you guy, you guy...!"

In a desperate situation, Caster's expression was twisted to the point where he rolled his eyes, foaming at the mouth and getting angry. Lancer brushed it off with his natural smile.

"How about it? If Saber can get her 'left hand' back now, it will be a piece of cake."

But Saber, on her part, was not in the mood to joke like Lancer.

Until the winner was determined, what echoed in her mind were the last screams and tears of the children who were torn apart and killed miserably.

"...Be prepared to wake up, you evil heretics."

The King of Knights quietly let out an angry voice while raising the golden sword with his right hand, pointing the sword's tip directly at Caster.

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Anger was like sulfuric acid, corroding Kayneth's heart bit by bit.

He is a first-rate magician. You would never lose your cool because of feelings. This is especially true in the case of live ammunition competition.

In fact, if this were an occult duel between fellow magicians of the first order. Kayneth probably has nothing to do with anger. You should be able to admire and admire your opponent's skill, calmly judge its true value, and concentrate on performing magic as a response to the enemy's secret technique. Such a noble and boastful gentleman's game is the "battle" that Kayneth knows. He bets the right to use the Holy Grail and competes with Tokiomi Tokiomi, Matou Zouken, and four outstanding opponents he has yet to meet. Came to this remote place in the far east.

But——the pain from the wound on his right shoulder came in waves. The pain continued as if he was mocking Kayneth and insulting him.

This was not a battle injury. Absolutely - that kind of thing doesn't deserve to be called a "battle."

It was like stepping on rotten floorboards. It's like knocking over a cooking pot. It was as if the only good piece of clothing was stained with mud.

The opponent is an ant who does not deserve to be called an enemy. It's garbage that feels dirty and unpleasant even when it comes into view.

Such things are just trivial matters. Something like being bitten by a wild dog.

Just bad luck. Just laugh it off as bad luck.

Even if he convinced himself this way—the wound on his shoulder was still painful. The pain, like being burned bit by bit, chastised Kayneth's pride and gnawed away at his self-esteem.

Kayneth's cold face was as expressionless as a mask. There was no yelling or gnashing of teeth. In the eyes of others, that is definitely not the expression of an "angry person".

That's right. He didn't hate anyone. All that anger was directed at his own heart. He was just irritated by a situation that was beyond his expectation - by something impossible and unreasonable.

"impossible--"

The anger with nowhere to go turned into destructive impulses and spread along the moon spirit fluid. Kayneth used the blade whip to hit the walls of the surrounding corridors.

"That vile piece of trash made me bleed... It's impossible! It shouldn't be!"

Kayneth chased Emiya Kiritsugu, who had escaped, with the pace of a sleepwalker. Only the amorphous piece of mercury replaced the owner's heart, following him with murderous intent.

The door blocking the way is not pushed open, but is shattered by the weight of mercury.

Be it vases, paintings, or elegant furniture, all the decorations in sight were smashed and destroyed.

There are many traps on the way. Use the rope to pull Kayneth's unsuspecting fingers, or step on the message pipe in the carpet, the prepared grenade will explode, and the mine will release canisters. At that time, the mercury protective film that expands in an instant will block it all regardless of one's own safety.

The traps they set were like toys to deceive children, and Kayneth felt that they were so funny. But that laughter was also laughing at Kayneth himself, who was injured by the toy-like trick of a child.

Self-deprecation cuts through self-esteem like a razor. The humiliation further ignited the anger in his heart

Rod Elumeroy's boastful attire was not something he used for such stupid childishness. His mercury should be the weapon that can catch bullets, deflect spiritual swords, and break through magical fire, ice, and lightning strikes. It should be a secret technique that allows the magicians who hate him to reach death in wonder and awe.

So, what is his ugly appearance now?

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