The Undying Death Knight failed to achieve the ending of the Heroic Spirit

Seeing the target disappear from his sight, Berserker wanted to rush into the fire circle, but his feet had just moved when the sharp red and black magic sword light forced him to stop. He hurriedly raised his hand and used the scales on his arm to block his face.

The blazing light stream hit the scales, creating a "sizzling" sound of heat, and even wisps of white smoke were rising from Berserker's scales.

Berserker's cloudy red eyes locked onto Altria Alter, and the Black King kept swinging his sword.

"If he had had the same appeal as you did when he was alive, I wouldn't have lost him."

Altria Alter raised the corners of her mouth, but there was no smile in her eyes. She took a long breath and said, "You are not qualified to stand in front of me with his face."

"What's going on! These guys..."

Jeanne Alter's uncontrollable exclamation was heard from behind, and Altria glanced around, seeing group after group of thugs rushing into the sea of ​​fire.

These "fence-sitters" who are most common in Shinjuku swarmed forward as if they could not feel the heat of the flames, using their companions' bodies as fireproofing devices. Witnessing all this, Altria stared at Berserker with an indescribable expression.

"You think you're holding me back?"

Berserker gave up shaking off Artoria Alter, he lay down on his stomach, his hands suddenly swelled and expanded when they touched the ground, fish-like and snake-like scales quickly spread down from both sides of his cheeks, and in an instant Covered his entire face.The eyes completely turned into snake-like vertical pupils between closing and opening, and the exaggerated steel tail behind him swelled a few times in a few breaths.

At this moment, Berserker's face, which was closer to a monster than a human, was filled with the madness of a wild beast, and the sound that came out of his mouth was as hoarse and rough as the roar of a wild beast:

"Wrong! I was the one who stopped you! Without you, how long could the Fallen Saint, who was at the end of her strength, last against my followers?"

……

"Tsk!"

Joan of Arc Alter clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction. She bit her lower lip and looked at the charred gangsters who stepped out of the flames. Although they fell to the ground and lost their lives after taking only a few steps forward, more and more gangsters rushed out of the barrier constructed by the flames, stepping on the corpses of their predecessors.

"Go to hell!"

Grabbing the collar of the thug who approached first, Joan of Arc Alter instantly set him on fire. She then threw the burning man into the following crowd, immediately causing another sea of ​​fire.

But these thugs just followed them closely as if they hadn't heard anything.

Much stronger than ordinary thugs, and not afraid of anything—

"Could it be that the power of that phantom Berserker is that of a ghost?"

Jeanne Alter couldn't help but curse out loud.

Jeanne Alter heard the conversation between the two people outside the Fire Sea clearly. Although she couldn't understand the obscure words said by the ice girl, there was one thing Jeanne Alter knew - the Berserker outside was also fused with a phantom.

If a person becomes an accomplice of a tiger and is eaten by the tiger, he will become a ghost and harm other living people.

Doesn't this exactly match the state displayed by these thugs in front of us?

After blocking several attacks from the thugs in succession, Jeanne Alter felt a pain in her lower abdomen. The injury that had not yet healed from Archer's sneak attack broke out at this time. Jeanne Alter subconsciously bent down and covered her lower abdomen.

It was during this brief period of time that countless thugs rushed up, and when Jeanne Alter forced herself to stand up and try to stop them, it was too late.

Han Guan flashed past, and the thugs who had rushed over were beheaded by the sword light. The headless bodies lay limp on the ground.

Under the firelight, the figure of the person coming was silhouetted. Fujimaru Ritsuka saw the other person's face clearly and shouted subconsciously:

"Avril?"

The white-haired girl turned her head and nodded at Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"and many more!"

Jeanne Alter crossed the evil dragon banner, and she stared warily at the strange Servant who suddenly appeared.

"You guys really like this - you want to pretend to be companions and then attack the Master?"

"Pretending to be a companion?" Avril tilted her head. "I am Assassin summoned by the power of suppression. I just came here to check on you because I sensed the presence of my elder brother. It was just a coincidence that I met you."

"Huh?" Jeanne Alter frowned with obvious confusion: "But I heard that you didn't... die in that--"

"That brother, sir, is not brother." Avril killed the thugs who were approaching and reminded them, "Be careful, I don't know who he is."

"Is the relationship between brother and sister so harmonious?"

Jeanne Alter muttered softly, she looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka, who nodded affirmatively at her.

If Berserker is the enemy, then is there a possibility that—

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at Avril. Although the intimacy with Menechel revealed in her words was not in line with historical facts, it was similar to what she had seen in Chaldea.

——Perhaps, Avril, who Berserker said had been killed by a wolf, might still be alive.

Thanks to book friend 20210516201608022 for the reward

Thanks to book friend tigerfly for the reward

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 259: Shinjuku Strange Story

2023-07-29

“Ahhhhh——!”

A strange long howl came out of the mouth of the black beast. At this time, Berserker did not look human at all, and his whole body was covered with black scales. His already tall and handsome body was pulled up by the twisted magic power, and he lay on the ground on all fours like a real monster. The two tumors protruding from his back made him look even more hideous.

At this moment, this huge monster, which was still as tall as two people even when it was lying down, was waving its sharp claws and slapping the tiny human on the ground.

She had already focused all her attention on Berserker, who dodged the sharp blade of the claw with a nimble leap. At the same time, she raised her hand, and the friction between the sword edge and the scales on the claws produced brilliant sparks.

Om-!

This time, it was Altria's black royal sword that emitted the mournful cry.

'Its power has grown again.'

Artoria swung out her magic sword to force back the tail that was following closely behind her. She looked at the terrifying existence in front of her with a serious face, which could be called an evil dragon.

Seeing the dark blue magic breath coming out of the dragon's mouth disturbing her, Altria's pupils shrank. Just as she was about to jump away, her steps suddenly stopped. She turned her head and glanced at the fire curtain filled with smoke behind her.

The sense of connection transmitted through the causal line will not lie, the Master is right behind you!

——It’s those gangsters!

The gangsters in the sea of ​​fire provided the guy in front of them with the location of Fujimaru Ritsuka.

[Master, be careful to have the assault girl on guard]

She immediately warned the person at the other end of the causal line, and at the same time she tried her best to

"Excalibur Morgan!"

A black and red beam of light was temporarily pulled up and gushed out from the Fallen King's Sword. The red light of the treasure rushed out just when the dark blue breath reached its peak, forcing the opponent to give up accumulating power.

The explosion caused by the collision of magic stirred up countless gray-black smoke. Altria Alter cut through the thick smoke with a sword and swung the king sword in her hand towards the direction where Berserker was in her memory.

But she felt her hand go empty, and her sword hit the ground. The Black King was startled, but his body moved first, and the rising magic power under his feet instantly pushed Altria's body forward. Almost at the same time as she rushed out, she was forcibly squeezed out by a hot turbulence, and Altria's body was thrown into the air like a broken sack, and fell to the ground in an extremely indecent posture.

The buzzing in her ears and the tearing sensation on her back made her vaguely understand what had just happened.

The earthquake-like tremor from the ground immediately brought Alter back to her senses. She supported herself and barely stood up, then bent down to pick up the king's sword that had been lost at her side.

Looking up, Artoria stared at the huge black dragon that had just landed from the sky. The original tumor on its back had ruptured, and a pair of huge flesh wings had grown from it, almost covering its back. A close look at the ferocious dragon head revealed a charred area on its face, and flesh and blood could be vaguely seen through the broken scales.

It hurts.

When faced with the treasure she improvised, the dragon did not dodge but took the blow with its scales. Then, it flapped its wings and flew away as soon as it was injured. When she launched the attack, it observed her every move clearly in the sky, and finally spit out the dragon breath that had been charged to the limit towards her.

But she didn't understand, if she had wings from the beginning, why she didn't use the most critical air superiority in the beginning.

Altria looked up and managed to calm her breathing. She didn't know if it was her illusion, but the giant beast seemed to have grown a little bigger.

"So the black dragon you fought against, the curse you fought against for years, is actually so powerful?"

Those eyes were clearly looking at the black dragon, but they were clearly not directed at it.

"Knight King... it's all in vain."

The dragon's mouth did not open or close, but its deep and hoarse voice echoed clearly in every corner.

"So sentimental, his request has been fulfilled, now the knight is dead."

Altria looked at the black dragon while quietly gathering strength for her next treasure.

The other party was not just communicating, but was generally waiting for the opportunity like her.

Altria's eyes saw clearly.

Sure enough, the vision just now was not an illusion. The ominous black magic power was wrapped around the huge dragon's body, and countless twisted dark black flows flowed out from the sea of ​​fire and finally sank into the black dragon's body, making the twisted magic power on it even deeper.

The evil dragon was flying in the air and was reluctant to land. It swooped down several times, its sharp claws almost touching Alter's body, but it immediately raised its body each time.

Altria tightly grasped the royal sword and hid the black and red sword in the shadows to conceal the powerful treasure in her hand.

She almost lost control and released her treasure several times, but she suppressed it at the last moment.

The evil dragon lurking in the darkness hovered over the blazing city with its back to the bright moon.

At a certain moment, the black and red Knight King seemed to have finally been unable to bear it any longer and swung his sword upwards, and a roaring torrent of magic power rushed straight upwards.

But the dragon suddenly changed its circling flight pattern and rushed straight into the sky, soaring up at a trajectory almost parallel to the magic light column. Its extremely fast speed caused its body to be almost stretched into a thin black line.

First, there were occasional flashes of magical blue light particles, and then these unstable light curtains that seemed dizzying flashed and connected into one, even surrounding the entire body of the evil dragon. At this time, the evil dragon had just climbed to the highest point in the sky. It turned its back to the moon and looked down at the tiny black dots below that were blocked by the fire curtain.

The Knight King's beautiful magic beam of light completely dissipated at this moment, and Berserker's upward momentum came to an abrupt halt as he shuttled through the turbulent flow of magic power that was disrupted by the Noble Phantasm.

Aim, charge, and fire!

The gloomy blue was tinged with a layer of death, and the evil dragon opened its mouth wide. Suddenly, it sensed the air current stirring behind it.

It turned back suddenly and caught a glimpse of someone very close to it. The person had his back to the moon and his shadow was stretched extremely long by the bright moonlight.

That is a character that absolutely cannot appear here.

That was Archer, the Good Moriarty, who was supposed to be recuperating in the base.

"Long time no see, Berserker."

The other party smiled at Berserker, then he raised his left hand and placed the coffin-shaped turret, half a person's height, against the huge black dragon's head.

"go to hell."

As the turret lit up, a beam of magic light gushed out in an instant. The powerful recoil threw Moriarty out at the moment of the explosion. The shells exploded on the hard dragon scales, and only a small part of them penetrated into the scales and embedded in the flesh.

But what was truly fatal was not the direct damage from the shell. The heavy blow that Berserker received unexpectedly caused him to subconsciously close his mouth a little, and the dragon's breath that had been stored to the limit exploded in his mouth.

I've been so busy lately that I spend less than an hour a day looking at my phone (not reading messages or replying to messages or working). I'm in a hurry to write a chapter tonight and post it immediately. I'll update it first and then revise it.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 260: Immortal Phantom

2023-07-29

The flames kept burning, but the number of thugs did not decrease.

The vacuum period that was originally one meter away from Jeanne Alter had now been broken to half a meter. At this moment, she had no time to turn around and pay attention to Fujimaru Ritsuka's situation.

"Will these bastards split themselves?"

Finally, Joan of Arc Alter couldn't help cursing. She held up the flag, but the bright red on it became much dimmer.

She didn't know if it was her illusion, but these thugs seemed to be much stronger than at the beginning. The guys who could be knocked down with one blow could now struggle after being attacked.

"Has the magic power reached its limit?"

But in the moment he was distracted, another humanoid creature with a charred body rushed out. There was still flames on his body, but he rushed straight towards Jeanne d'Arc Alter regardless, trying to burn her together.

Joan of Arc Alter was about to dodge when she saw that the defense on the other side was showing signs of collapse. She gritted her teeth and did not dodge or evade, but increased her magic output to stabilize the defense.

Sparks also ignited on her body, as if she was prepared to take the blow head-on.

The strong sword wind cut the attacking thugs in half.

"Don't be stunned!"

Jeanne Alter looked up when she heard the voice, and saw Avril holding her sword and looking around vigilantly.

"Don't let yourself get hurt even if you let down your guard. You're not the only Servant here. I'll be worried if you fall."

"Tsk, you're so long-winded!" Jeanne Alter pursed her lips and snorted twice. She shook her head and her eyes became disgusted again. She left her back to Avril without worry. While dealing with the fish that slipped through the net, she did not forget to fight back: "With your strength, I guess you will be overwhelmed immediately when the enemy rushes over."

"Well, that's natural." Avril swung her sword to block the enemy that Jeanne Alter couldn't deal with in time: "That's why I need to protect the safety of our general."

Ritsuka Fujimaru was sandwiched between the two servants, but she could clearly feel the two servants' bodies breathing heavily.