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

"It's okay. Just wait until Altria Archer finishes off Berserker, then you can come over to support us."

Although she was also very scared, she knew that she was the only one who could not show cowardice at this moment. The Master's fear was the greatest denial of the Servant who was fighting.

"Hehe, is that ice girl unable to do it?" Jeanne Alter sneered out of habit.

The noise of the battle outside was not small. Even with the double barrier of thugs and the firewall, Jeanne Alter could still hear something.

“Berserker was the one who was most seriously injured in the battle against Shinjuku Rider. What kind of phantom is this…”

Joan of Arc Alter's heart sank. She glanced at the gangsters around her whose number showed no sign of decreasing.

"Hey, three-no girl!"

She spoke.

"Ah."

Avril looked around equally nervously.

"I will use my Noble Phantasm with all my strength in a moment. Even if there is only a split second, you must take the Master and escape. Do you hear me?"

Avril didn't react, but Fujimaru Ritsuka became anxious:

"Joan of Arc..."

"Shut up, I'm not asking you!" Jeanne Alter interrupted Fujimaru Ritsuka fiercely.

"Even if you didn't say it, I would have wanted to take him away a long time ago. Now that you mentioned it, I don't have to worry about how to prove my good intentions to you."

"Oh, it's good to know."

Joan of Arc Alter's eyes brightened a little, and the flame-colored magic on her body dimmed a little, but suddenly became bright the next moment, from extremely dark to extremely bright in just a moment of breathing.

The moment the flames disappeared, the thugs, who had lost all obstacles, rushed forward one after another. There were countless of them, and the field of vision was filled with these guys with strange hairstyles.

While gazing at the sea of ​​people, she waved the flag.

"This is the roar from my soul tortured by hatred—"

Iron stakes extended outward from under Jeanne Alter's feet, the ground cracked, and deep red flames gushed out from the cracks.

“La Grondement Du Haine!” (“Roar, my rage!”)

The sparks instantly turned into blazing flames that shot up into the sky. The raging and uncontrollable fire devoured everything in the blink of an eye. The low and crisp crackling sounds were so painful to hear.

"Right now!"

Jeanne Alter used up the last of her strength to warn the woman behind her.

Avril, who had been concentrating on observing everything, did not need anyone to remind her. Almost at the same time when the flames spread across her field of vision, she put her arm around Fujimaru Ritsuka with one hand and drew out her rapier with the other hand. The blade was covered with magic power, and Avril used the sword to block between herself and Fujimaru Ritsuka, and she flew out like an arrow.

A white feather quickly disappeared in the sea of ​​fire, and Jeanne Alter, who witnessed it all, relaxed her expression.

"Next-"

She turned her head and faced the pillar of fire ahead.

"Let's die together!"

……

The black scales peeled off bit by bit with a crackling sound, revealing the blurry flesh underneath.

The black dragon used his claws to support the ground, trying to support himself again, but his broken body fell down again.

A low whimper came from the depths of the dragon's throat, and the faint blue fluorescence on its body lit up again, covering its entire body. However, this time, under the blue light, it shrank rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, like an ice cube under the scorching sun, until it returned to its original human form.

The orc with his upper body naked was lying on the ground. He was about to get up when he felt a chill on the side of his neck. He slowly turned his head and saw a black and red royal sword against his neck. If he made any further move, his head would be chopped off without hesitation.

"Ah."

He couldn't help but sneer, and looking at Alter's face, he suddenly had an idea:

"You wouldn't be so reluctant, right? Just because of this face? Could it be that this body is actually your mistress?"

Altria Alter's face darkened, and Berserker laughed sarcastically: "It seems that I guessed right. But you are so nostalgic, but the owner of this body may not be sure."

There was an inexplicable smile in his eyes: "All I inherited from this body was his anger, nothing else -"

Before he could finish his words, his head flew up, and the cold light intertwined with the blazing magic power instantly blasted his head into pieces.

The headless body collapsed limply, and the tail that had quietly circled behind Altria Alter drooped down after losing control.

Alter retracted her sword, and a layer of frost seemed to cover her eyes.

"That was a close call." Moriarty breathed a sigh of relief: "If you hadn't taken action at that time, I would have been unable to help but remind you."

"Well, I was too naive."

Even though she knew it was impossible, she couldn't help but have a glimmer of delusion in her heart: she hoped that the original will of this body still existed and could call her name again.

Artoria swung the sword and watched the corpse lying on the ground turn into golden particles bit by bit, leaving only a mess in the end.

We met again, but I didn't expect it to end like this.

She pursed her lips, but heard Moriarty praise her at this time: "As expected of the Knight King, you even confirmed whether Berserker really left the stage."

Alter looked deeply at Moriarty and tightened the sword in her hand.

"Let's go and rescue the Black Saint now."

The Shinjuku plot is not over yet, it won't end so hastily

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 261: Vicious Phantom City

2023-07-29

Fighting and retreating under the burning flames of the treasure, Jeanne Alter leaned against the wall. She looked at the twisting fire curtain in front of her, as if countless enemies would emerge from it in the next moment.

"Oh, a bunch of bastards!"

Joan of Arc Alter laughed mockingly. She raised her head and glanced at the night sky that was illuminated dark red by the firelight. There was no one there.

"The Master should have already escaped."

As she thought about it, facing the sea of ​​fire, she raised her hand and held up the flag with a ferocious evil dragon painted on it, preparing to face the end of her journey.

A wave of heat passed before her eyes, and then the fire curtain in front of her was split in two by the strong red light. The surging airflow brought the scorching temperature to hit Jeanne Alter's face, blowing her hair high.

"So you're not dead yet, Assault Girl."

A voice with obvious gloating tone sounded, and the black and red magic light column gradually subsided, revealing the true appearance of the Servant hidden behind the curtain of fire.

"what?"

The dullness on Jeanne Alter's face quickly turned into disgust. Even though she could only lean against the wall to keep her balance, she still responded without giving in: "I was almost done with the battle, and I was going to go over to your side to help you."

"Really?" Altria Alter dispersed the Royal Sword and looked around: "Even though the enemies here have been dealt with, your Noble Phantasm has not been removed. I thought you were dead."

"Solved?" Jeanne Alter keenly caught the key words in Altria's mouth: "Those guys were burned to death?"

"After Berserker left the stage, the strange abilities that acted on them also disappeared. Ordinary thugs naturally couldn't withstand the scorching flames." Altria Alter looked at Jeanne Alter, paused, and said, "Why, didn't you notice it yourself?"

"Of course I know!" Jeanne Alter puffed out her chest, but she frowned and muttered, "But what kind of phantom did that Berserker fuse with? His subordinates are getting stronger and stronger..."

Altria Alter pursed her lips.

"Not only that, but the strength of Berserker itself is also increasing along with the casualties of his subordinates."

But she did not mention this insignificant discovery and instead turned her attention to another issue.

"Where's the Master? Don't tell me you lost him."

"Don't worry, I'll leave it to Assassin."

"Assassin?" Altria glanced at Jeanne who puffed out her chest complacently, then glanced at Moriarty who also looked puzzled beside her, and made sure that she had not missed any other companions: "What Assassin?"

"That... Berserker's sister, who suddenly appeared during the battle just now, and..."

Jeanne Alter's voice gradually became quieter as she spoke, and she then realized that even if Berserker was an enemy, he would not necessarily lie about such an obvious thing.

But in Shinjuku, trusting something rashly is an absolute taboo.

As expected, after hearing Jeanne Alter's words, Altria Alter cursed:

"You stupid woman! You handed your Master over to a Servant you just met so easily!"

Moriarty couldn't help coughing.

"Ahem, Your Excellency the Knight King, I don't think it's a foolish move to leave the Master to a Servant who is willing to lend a helping hand in a time of crisis."

Alter ignored Moriarty and tried to contact Fujimaru Ritsuka through the causal line.

But there was no response for a long time, so Altria's face became a little ugly.

Noticing the change in Altria's expression, Jeanne began to waver in her heart. The moment Altria looked up, she immediately asked nervously, "How is it?"

"No response." Alter glared at her and turned to look for her motorcycle.

……

Shinjuku 6-chome.

Above an urban area near the central tower.

Looking at the completely unfamiliar city below, Fujimaru Ritsuka said softly: "Avril, this is..."

Before she finished her words, a golden particle suddenly floated before her eyes.

Those were magic particles falling from above, from Avril who was holding her. As the first particle fell off, more and more particles began to float downwards. But the strange thing was that Avril did not shrink, but expanded instead.

Feeling a little uneasy at the abnormal situation, Fujimaru Ritsuka called out anxiously, "Avril?"

Not getting a response, Fujimaru Ritsuka called out several more times. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Assassin lowered his head and glanced at Fujimaru Ritsuka with an extremely indifferent look.

The moment their eyes met, Fujimaru Ritsuka saw the face clearly. That face was not Avril, but a face with full masculine features.

The night wind blew away Assassin's last layer of disguise, and his white hair turned into pure black like the night.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not the Servant you trust." He spoke, his male voice was light but not frivolous: "I'm just a rogue, or you can call me the Assassin of Shinjuku, Yanqing, whatever you like."

"Assassin... Phantom Demon Alliance!" His body reacted before his brain did, and Fujimaru Ritsuka regretted the moment he blurted out the words. His life now depended on the other party's thoughts.

However, Assassin, who called himself Yan Qing, did not show any killing intent. He quietly held Fujimaru Ritsuka in his arms and flew over the night city as before. He even had time to explain his abilities:

"What you just saw is just the appearance of one of the many dead people I absorbed - the Faceless Man. This phantom is quite suitable for me."

Clearly seeing the self-deprecating smile on the other person's face, and realizing that this was a Servant with whom he could communicate, Fujimaru Ritsuka mustered up the courage to try to strike up a conversation: "Where are you taking me?"

"My boss wants to see you. I am only responsible for bringing you to him. I cannot guarantee whether he will kill you on a whim once you get there."

"I know you. You are a hero transformed from a star..."

"That's enough for the persuasive remarks." Without giving Fujimaru Ritsuka a chance to continue, Yan Qing interrupted him neatly, "In this city, I, we can't even protect ourselves. Now, ah ah, I should still be me, right?"

After saying this, Yan Qing fell into a long silence. From then on, no matter how Fujimaru Ritsuka talked to her, the only response she got was Assassin's stern face.

Finally, when the central tower occupied the entire field of vision, Yan Qing spoke again: "We're here."

Ritsuka Fujimaru subconsciously raised his head, and in front of the transparent glass window of the high tower, against the backdrop of the colorful neon lights of Shinjuku, a figure came into his sight.

The mastermind of Shinjuku's evil, Moriarty.

It should be possible to

Can you guess who the berserker's "ghost" is?

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 262 Blame Shakespeare

2023-07-29

Ritsuka Fujimaru tried to turn her wrists, but the handcuffs that were tightly around her wrists caused the chains to make clanking sounds. No matter how hard she tried, the other end of the chain remained tightly wrapped around the load-bearing column at her side.

Perhaps it was because the noise caused by the struggle attracted the attention of others, but the sound of metal colliding was heard from the observation tower.

Ritsuka Fujimaru looked up vigilantly, looking in the direction where the sound came from. Although she was reluctant to admit it, she was so scared that she was almost out of breath.

She tried to contact Alter through the causal line, but all she heard was noise.

A feeling of uneasiness filled Fujimaru Ritsuka's whole body, and finally the person who came revealed his true face.