Tribute to the Demon King

After the dust that filled the sky cleared, Assassin was already covered in bruises.

No, it would be too frivolous to describe it as being covered in bruises.

His left arm was completely cut off, the calf of his left leg was split in two by the falling sword, his right leg was directly blasted into scum, a large part of his head was cut off, and five or six nails were nailed to his back. A blade of different lengths.

His body was torn apart, and his outstretched right arm was stabbed and nailed to the ground by a somewhat familiar holy sword inlaid with blue gems.

But, unbelievably—

He is still alive.

Although he suffered a severe injury that would cause a mortal to die more than twice, he did survive.

Should it be Assassin's luck...or Archer's misfortune?At the last moment just now, the hand of Satan stretched out by Assassin hit Archer's heart as accurately as a red spear.

A heart that was still beating vigorously was easily taken out by him.Archer, who was originally standing, lost his strength and slowly fell backwards.

As Archer fell, in order to avoid wasting damage from colliding with each other, the thousands of sword blades that drew mysterious arcs in the air and hit Assassin from all directions also lost the power to guide the direction in an instant, and fell down along the inertia .

The concentrated blow of the treasure that could have directly blasted Assassin into slag exploded from the air like fireworks, and lost the terrifying power enough to smash rocks, and just fell down in an ordinary way.

But even so - too many blades falling from the sky.Even if it was just a random fall, it would almost tear Assassin into pieces.

The world gradually loses its color, and the scorching breath rushes towards us.

The next moment, only the wilderness where the sword was sleeping disappeared before Assassin's eyes.In its place is the basement just now.

Actually... am I the one who survived in the end?

The throat was also cut, and Assassin's throat made a gurgling sound, and he couldn't help feeling sorry for Archer's death.

With perseverance and luck alone, such an unfavorable situation can be reversed...

"From this point of view, my assassin skills... are nothing more than that."

Assassin whispered self-deprecatingly.A penetrating and clumsy smile appeared on the horrible face like a skeleton.

Although he didn't get the Holy Grail in this summoning...but it can be regarded as no regrets.

"Sorry, Master... if I were stronger."

Sighing softly, the world before Assassin's eyes gradually became dark, and the body that had lost a lot of blood gradually became cold.

But at the next moment, the strange scene made him shake, and his dazed brain regained consciousness.

"--what is that?"

Under his stunned gaze, the closed [door] that had just appeared in the sky opened an invisible gap like a strand of hair.It was as if something ominous had infiltrated the Holy Grail suspended above Archer's corpse.

That thing looked very similar to dirt, but it was as hot as lava.

After only a while, the black mud slowly poured out from the overflowing Holy Grail.First a small wisp, and then like a waterfall, a silent black wave overflowed the container and flowed to the basement floor.

Immediately, the black mud touched Archer's corpse that had not yet dispersed into spirit particles, greedily hugging it, swallowing and chewing.In less than a second, Archer's body disappeared into the black mud in a short while.

Then, the big waves of dirty mud poured down.The ground couldn't bear the scorching heat of the black mud at all, and the black mud penetrated deeper and deeper.

But before that, the black mud gushing out more and more violently quickly filled the small basement.

However, when the black mud was about to capture and swallow Irisviel's uncold body, it slid away from her as if it had life, and instead of engulfing it, it burned it with blazing flames. incinerate.

The next moment, completely beyond Assassin's expectations——

Archer, who lost his heart, stood up slowly covered in black mud.He was completely black, save for a black outline and malicious eyes.

—He's not Archer.

Perhaps it was because of his malicious eyes, or his devil-like aura that made Assassin feel familiar—even though there was no real drama, Assassin inexplicably drew such a conclusion in his heart.

"Ha, did you actually see through it? Ahh, I hate it, I hate it! You're such a troublesome guy!"

Accompanied by malicious and frivolous words, the surging black mud burned the dying Assassin to ashes just like Irisviel.

"It's really strange. Although the soul of the man-made man did not enter the Holy Grail, the body of the cleaner master can actually revive me? It's so strange, so strange..."

Muttering curiously, the black Archer shook his fist excitedly: "This is simply super-fit! It's as if a similar body has been used somewhere."

"Well—wow! No matter, it's pretty much the same anyway! This guy has been being ruthlessly manipulated, and he will never be able to get rid of it. Sooner or later, he will be worn out. By then, he will become my kind!"

With a strange tone, the man covered in black giggled, and the black mud hit his head like a huge wave, absorbing him directly.

Unruly voices filled with deep malice echoed in the basement: "So, so, so - here comes the delightful villain! Hands up, applause!"

The next moment, the black mud in the basement of Fuyuki Church was finally full, and then spewed out!

——hope, can be born in the world.

The Holy Grail, which should be pure "power" without any will, is so longed for at this moment.

Under this wish, a heroic spirit from [-] years ago gained a gratifying new life in the body of the red knight.

Not as a Servant, nor as a human being.It is the will of the Holy Grail, the agent of all evil at this time.

High above the sky, the black "door" opened.

The black mud flowing out from the hole completely ignited the Fuyuki Church, and the remaining black mud spread in all directions, turning Fuyuki City into a red lotus hell.

"what is that?"