Rubbish protagonist, I can do it too!

The transparent shield of glow unfolded in front of Hall, there was nothing special about it, and it was indistinguishable from ordinary magic barriers.

Based on the origin of [Flow] and the original Rune rune as the cornerstone, it is realized by borrowing the ability of the Noble Phantasm of [Knights Don't Die Unarmed].

Erosion of reality, creating inherent enchantments of static concepts.

The seemingly ordinary defensive barrier is the embodiment of this inherent barrier.

Similar to the Achilles Cosmos Noble Phantasm [Small World Surrounding the Sky], it is conceptually a Noble Phantasm for defense against the world.

Create an inherent enchantment as a shield, and its defensive power is linked to the magic power provided by Hall. In the case of maximum output, it is only inferior to the holy sword scabbard [Utopia far away from the world].

The shot that touched the divine realm clashed with the shield that created the world.

呲!

The sun rises, not from beyond the horizon, but at the point where the tip of the spear meets the barrier, illuminating the plains of the wilderness.

Circles of flames rippling from the tip of the gun, releasing terrifying high temperatures and the concept of burning magic. The soil within tens of meters nearby was melted and then blown away by the violent air, cracking the ground with bottomless cracks.

The world is thus divided into two sides, one side is the purgatory dominated by the sharp gun, and the other side is the wilderness that is not affected by the slightest influence under the protection of the barrier.

Successful.

Hall's heart jumped with joy. Using the power of origin to create an inherent enchantment was Hall's long-standing idea. After all, there is a lesson from the red A.

At least in the field of magic, Hall believes that he will not lose to the red ace.

The inherent enchantment is the ultimate magic of the forbidden curse level in the Magic Association, and its power is enough to rival the Noble Phantasm of Servants.

A world of nothingness where everything is still.

In the cycle of the universe, truth exists between flow and stillness.

From order to disorder, all matter and energy will eventually usher in an absolute balance, until the universe no longer has the energy to maintain movement or life.

This phenomenon is called "heat death" in physics.

Then, as an alchemist, Hall, who manipulated the origin of [Flow], understood this truth.

The inherent enchantment [a world of nothingness where everything is still] was created based on the concept of the "heat death" universe. It is not magic, but it is the ultimate magic that surpasses magic.

"Damn it, it's true that you still have something hidden. After all, you are the master's opponent."

Cu Chulainn fell to the ground, and the soil around his feet was melted by the high temperature released by the sharp gun. He didn't care about his physical injuries and stared at the newborn little sun and cursed.

He knew he had lost from the moment the sharp gun came into contact with the inherent barrier.

Hall's Inherent Barrier has far more specifications than the sharpshooter, and Cu Chulainn is almost certain that his teacher Scathach's secret spear art [Extinction Stab] must also be of this specification.

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"Troias Tragoidia! [The Immortal Chariot of the Storm]"

"Sorry, it's not time to tell the results yet. I look forward to our next encounter, Ruler!"

The cyan streamer galloped in the sky, and Agarius drove the chariot away from the battlefield with Black Joan.

The flames of purgatory were gradually extinguished, Joan of Arc disarmed, stared at the direction where the chariot disappeared and whispered in disgust: "Annoying guy!"

There was no outcome in the battle, and Agarius, who had lost the blessing of the Cu Chulainn rune, could not kill Joan of Arc in a short time, and Joan of Arc could not do anything to Agarius, who had the fastest speed of the heroic spirit.

Achilles drove the chariot to the sky above the battle between Hall and Cu Chulainn within a few seconds.

The sky is red with flames, and the wilderness is reduced to purgatory.

The sharp spear was lowered, and the moment the barrier collapsed, he felt a strange aura.

The order given by his master was to pay more attention to the safety of friendly servants than to kill the Ruler.

The tumbling heat wave made the war horse neigh, and Agarius, who was pulling the chariot, looked very solemn: "What the hell is..."

He looked down at the land below, half of the wilderness was surrounded by flames, and the ground was covered with a layer of red at a speed visible to the naked eye, which was as powerful as the treasure that Joan of Arc had fully deployed at the beginning.

The world seems to be separated by regular vertical lines, and the world on the other side has not been affected in the slightest. The crisp green grass is a few centimeters away from the magma, swaying with vitality.

The dividing line of the world is the enchantment formed by the sharp gun covered in flames and Hall.

"That gun, even if you want to take it head-on, it's quite difficult. The key is not its power, but its own concept. Does Caster still have such a treasure?"

"Black's Caster...is that a shield? No, it's a defensive Noble Phantasm with the same concept as Achilles Cosmos [a small world that surrounds the sky]."

"Interesting, the Holy Grail War is so interesting!"

Achilles was so enchanted that he wished he could stand on the battlefield. Suddenly his eyelids twitched, he pulled up the horse rope and controlled the chariot to retreat quickly.

Boom~!

The sharp gun that failed to penetrate the world trembled, and exploded into half an expanding sun, emitting terrifying heat and shock waves. The ground within hundreds of meters was crushed and lifted up, like a meteorite crash that bloomed a flower of lava hundreds of meters high .

If you look down on this scene from a high altitude, you will definitely see lava lakes with a radius of hundreds of meters injecting magma into the surrounding spider web-like cracks.

buzzing~

The little sun quickly disappeared, and the vacuum created by the explosion made this area surge with storms.

Won.

Hall let out a long breath, his forehead was soaked with cold sweat, and the magic power in his body was exhausted. He would either have to squeeze out his life force or use the command spell.

After dispelling the inherent barrier, he felt a heat wave head-on, crossed the boundary, and saw Cu Chulainn lying on the magma pool. The clothes on his upper body were burned, and the right arm that threw the sharp gun disappeared, and he was powerless to fight again.

"Caster of the black side, you won the battle. It was a beautiful battle, and it is an honor to lose." Cu Chulainn smiled brightly, his body became translucent, and his feet turned into golden light and slowly disappeared.

Nostalgia appeared in Cu Chulainn's eyes: "With a disciple like you accompanying me, the teacher won't be lonely, right?"

"Cu Chulainn, the attack you just performed probably surpassed the prototype [Great God's Declaration]." Hall said with a smile.

"But I can't beat you. If you lose, you lose. By the way, I haven't asked your name yet. For the sake of my disappearance, tell me your real name. I don't want to lose without knowing the opponent's name. This is the humiliation of a soldier."

"Hall."

"If there is still a chance to meet, I hope to fight you as Lancer. Goodbye."

After finishing speaking, Cu Chulainn's body turned into golden particles and faded away.

Red Caster, leave the stage.

Chapter 179 The Headache King

"Caster lost. It's such a pity. He is obviously a good guy."

"On the other side of the battlefield, the aura of Berserker is also disappearing. Which hero from which era can win that Berserker?"

"Sending three servants to attack Ruler, even Black's possible obstruction is included. I thought it was safe, but lost two servants in succession and did not complete the task. I underestimated the heroes of the world..."

"Hahahahahahaha~"

"That's why it's so interesting, heroes from different eras gather here, even the gods of Olympus can't match the glory bestowed by winning this war."

Achilles galloped through the sky in his chariot, returned to the battlefield, and landed less than ten meters away from Hall. The two sides met. The Greek heroes raised their spears at Hall, and their fighting spirit was high.

Why are you still here.

Hall was calm on the surface, but actually had a headache in his heart. Dealing with Cu Chulainn consumed all his magic power. Even if he used Command Spells to supplement the consumed magic power, it was still hard to tell the winner against this great Greek hero.

Best woman in Chaldea, where are you?Anyway, I have placed five or six orders for you!

"Humph!"

Achilles put down his spear and snorted, and said loudly: "Caster of the black side, defeating the Son of Light in Ireland is enough to prove your bravery, and it is the most suitable opponent for me. I believe that fate will guide you in this Holy Grail War." When we meet, we will have a showdown!"

Are you planning to retreat?

After thinking about it, Hall came to the conclusion that there was indeed no reason for Achilles to continue to entangle here. He could not kill Joan of Arc alone, and if Hall and Joan of Arc joined forces to deal with him in the future, he would fall into a passive position instead.

Achilles is a hero and an excellent general at the same time, it is impossible not to understand his situation.

Hall nodded: "I will accept your invitation, if there is that chance."

"The fate of the strong will always attract each other, goodbye, Black's Caster!" Agarius drove away in the chariot, leaving behind a hearty and fearless laugh.

A few seconds later, a black figure fell, and the silver-haired and golden-eyed Joan of Arc put one hand on her hip, staring at the blue streamer that disappeared into the distance with displeasure in her eyes: "Damn bug, if you stay for a second longer, you will be burned to death."

Joan of Arc...

Hall bowed and saluted: "Hi, Your Excellency Ruler."

Joan of Arc turned around, looked at Hall with her chin slightly raised, and praised: "Caster of the black side, you did a good job. I am the Ruler responsible for adjudicating the fairness of this Holy Grail War. And for your help, hold out your hand."

"In order to ensure the fairness and correct progress of the Holy Grail War, your presence is indispensable, Your Excellency Ruler." Hall stretched out his hand in front of her, flattering her without leaving a trace.

Joan of Arc's complexion improved visible to the naked eye, and she looked at Hall with some satisfaction.

She held Hall's right hand, and put the other hand on the back of Hall's hand. With the flashing red light, Hall felt a tingling and itching sensation on the back of his hand. command spell.

The Command Spell is a good thing, it only needs one to replenish all the lost mana, and it is a strategic resource in the Holy Grail War.

Hall couldn't hide the smile on his lips: "Thank you very much, Lord Ruler."

"This is a reward for defeating the enemy's servants and maintaining the fairness of the Holy Grail War. Of course, even if you don't help me, I can still solve them. Hmph, attacking Ruler, the master of the red side has a limit. A command spell is the punishment for the red side." Joan of Arc gave a malicious chuckle, and glanced at him: "I am looking forward to your performance, Caster of the black side."

After finishing speaking, Joan of Arc turned and left.

Hall used the authority of the Holy Grail system to reverse her personality attributes, but she could not change her essence. Joan of Arc maintained fairness based on Ruler's position, that is, her personality became very pleasant.

How to describe it?Hall thought silently that it was not appropriate to call him tsundere, but rather the rarer attribute of a villain.

Hall stretched out his right hand, looked at the two extra Command Spells on the back of his hand, and said to himself with a smile: "Compared to Zhen Ping, Ejiao is not bad, but there is no chance to attack."

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A messy wilderness, the road seems to have been washed by missiles, and a complete area cannot be seen.

The fighting ceased, and Berserker's madness gradually calmed down, and the crazy roar could no longer be heard.

The black knight's helmet disappeared, revealing a handsome and resolute male face, and Lancelot stared intently at the blue figure in front of him.

The golden holy sword penetrated his body and destroyed his spiritual core. Berserker was no longer bound by the Holy Grail and the order from the master. Before dying, he finally calmed down his anger and gained the last moment of peace.

Saber held the holy sword in both hands, and asked softly: "Are you awake from the dream, Sir Lancelot?"

Lancelot was silent for a moment, and replied in a low voice: "My lord, am I wrong again?"

"You were right all along."

Lancelot smiled wryly: "You're talking like this again, you always bear all the responsibilities, all the pain, and she and I never really understood you, that's why we committed such a big crime."

"Have a good rest, Sir Lancelot."

Lancelot's body gradually became transparent, he raised his trembling right hand to caress Saber's face, and finally put it down again, weakly muttering: "It's great to see you again, Wang, I've always wanted to apologize... ··Always wanted..."

Saber shook his head, and his calm tone suppressed trembling: "I have already felt that as a Knight of the Round Table, you can be summoned with the rank of Berserker, the suffering you have endured, everything you have experienced... it must be quite painful. "

"I have always been...very confused...why...the king...didn't punish me, why didn't he resent me, obviously I committed an unforgivable felony."

Saber pulled out the holy sword, her tone was firm and dignified: "I know everything and still choose this path, I have no right to resent anyone. If what you did is wrong, I will naturally correct it."

"king···"

"There is no eternal right or wrong in the world, and there are not only black and white. It's just that as a king, I have to stand on the position of my subjects all the time. You think what you have done is wrong, even if I am not a king. Punish you, the moment you know you were wrong, you are already suffering the pain of punishment."

"What a headache..."

The dark knight fell to the ground, powerless, before the king.

Chapter 1 I will no longer be king!

The battle subsided, the King of Knights stood alone in the wilderness, the radiance of the holy sword in her hand reflected the confusion of her side face, she slowly turned her head to look at the desolate land, the phantom of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood emerged from her mind, recalling Mordred what has been said.

The face of the King of Knights was full of pain and he murmured: "Again, did I go back there again, to the knights who followed me..."

"Perhaps, the Holy Grail War is the punishment for the king who doesn't understand people's hearts."

"The more so, no matter how painful this journey is, we should persevere."

"Ask the miracle, the omnipotent wishing machine for answers."

"It's not a wish."

"I just want to know if there is a completely perfect ending in this world. As a king, the result after giving everything...the end of Britain, and whether I am suitable for the status of king."

The King of Knights clenched the hilt of his sword, his hair blown by the night wind, his emerald eyes filled with pain.

Even though there was no hesitation when waving the holy sword, even though she had already decided on the target, even if there was no hesitation in her steps, her heart was still struggling in pain.