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

"Oh, my wonderful Master of Chaldea, long time no see! I am William Shakespeare!"

Along with the exaggerated tone of voice that sounded like a hymn, there was the sound of chains clanging against each other.

Ritsuka Fujimaru looked at the purple-black magic chain that almost wrapped up Shakespeare. She opened her mouth but for a moment she couldn't think of what to say.

"Oh! You look so amazing. If I had my limited energy, I would really like to record it in my new work."

"…The mastermind behind this?"

This time it was Shakespeare's turn to be stunned. His face was a mixture of pain and surprise. He raised his hand and the same chain as Fujimaru Ritsuka made a sound. The heavy texture made Shakespeare put his arm down again. He muttered, "I am not the mastermind. As long as you look at these heartbreaking chains and wedges, you will know that I am just a poor creature forced to create endlessly."

"creation?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka knew Shakespeare. He was only interested in creation, but his talent as a servant was hard to describe.

Could it be that the servants of the Phantom Demon Alliance would organize themselves to read literary works in their spare time?

Ritsuka Fujimaru recalled the members of the Phantom Demon League he had met. Except for the evil Moriarty, none of the others seemed like the type who could read a book.

Such an absurd idea was quickly disproved by Shakespeare's next words.

"It is because of the works we left behind that have gone down in history that we are now forced to create phantoms."

“Is there a solution?”

Hope was ignited in Fujimaru Tatsuka's heart——

Since all phantoms are created by the Servant in front of us, then...

"Not at all! As you can see, I am just a prisoner now." Shakespeare was very straightforward. Seeing Fujimaru Ritsuka's disappointed expression, he relaxed again: "However, due to my fault, the one fused to the Berserker in Shinjuku was not a phantom-"

Ding--

The short alarm sound and the frequently flashing red warning light made Shakespeare's unspoken words stop in his throat. He looked up at the alarm on the ceiling in a daze.

"Tsk, have you been discovered?"

It was unclear which one appeared first, the sound or the figure. As soon as the green figure appeared, it grabbed Fujimaru Ritsuka. The magic power was transmitted to Fujimaru Ritsuka's body and broke the handcuffs that bound Fujimaru Ritsuka in the blink of an eye.

"Grooveen King!"

Ritsuka Fujimaru cried out in surprise.

"Don't talk." The man in a suit known as the Cave King glanced at Shakespeare who was tightly wrapped in chains and gave up the idea of ​​saving him.

The hurried and chaotic footsteps became clearer. The Cave King held Fujimaru Rikkaro in his arms, and then he jumped toward the window sill.

The glass broke with a clear sound and the whistling wind came instantly, but she did not feel her body losing weight and falling. She only felt that the arms around her tightened a little.

"Hold on."

Amid the whistling wind and the noisy footsteps behind her, she vaguely heard the voice of the Cave King.

She buried her face in his arms with confidence.

But only on the high platform on the other side.

"I originally sounded the alarm just to interrupt the noisy writer, but I didn't expect a rat to run out." Yan Qing looked at the French window that was broken by the collision. He looked at the green flash that disappeared into the night and asked Moriarty behind him: "Do you need me to chase him back?"

"No need." Moriarty's voice came: "Don't forget, we are the ones who are doomed to fail. If we get rid of her here, everything the other me has done will be meaningless."

Yan Qing snorted in dissatisfaction and retracted his foot. He turned back to Shakespeare, who was pretending to be the Silence of the Lambs.

"Don't play any tricks!"

He warned. Moriarty held up a hand to stop further action.

"Allowing you to talk to the Master of Chaldea does not mean you are allowed to reveal information about Berserker."

"No, no, no, I say you leaked information, but you don't know it yourself! Not only you, but even we ourselves don't know it very well."

Moriarty opened his mouth, but he had nothing to say.

As Shakespeare said, the situation of Berserker is extremely special. Berserker Menechel, which was originally the main body, has become a container for another spirit, which is closer to a secondary summoning than a phantom spirit fusion.

He glanced at Yan Qing beside him, wondering why the other party was worried that his personality would be affected by the phantom in his body.

"Instead of messing around here, why not hurry up and write another King Lear?"

Finally, he had to speak dryly to end the conversation.

……

Just after landing on the top floor of a tall building, Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly saw a stream of golden particles floating down from above.

Magic particles were coming from above, from the Cave King who was holding her.

Fujimaru Ritsuka: “…”

The all too familiar scene made Fujimaru Ritsuka stiffly raise his neck. He saw golden magic falling from the Cave King's body layer by layer, making his entire body shrink a little.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not an enemy."

The entire body of the "Cave King" was shrouded in a layer of light, and then his true appearance hidden underneath was revealed.

The blue shirt paired with a dark grey evening suit exudes the demeanor of a British gentleman.

Although he was wearing the same style of clothes as Moriarty, the temperament he exuded was completely different.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Fujimaru. My real name is Charlotte Holmes."

"Sherlock Holmes!" Fujimaru Ritsuka was surprised: "Is it the famous detective Sherlock Holmes?"

"Just what you think."

But after the surprise wore off, new doubts arose in Fujimaru Ritsuka's mind. She looked around quietly, but did not see any familiar servants, so she forced herself to suppress the doubts in her heart.

But before Fujimaru Ritsuka could adjust his expression, Holmes spoke first:

"You must be wondering why I came to rescue you."

"Ah...yes..."

Having his thoughts exposed, Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled awkwardly, but Holmes ignored Fujimaru Ritsuka's embarrassment and continued to say, "I was designed by someone to come here."

As he spoke, Holmes thought again of the Caster who had stopped him.

That was not the Caster of Shinjuku, nor was it a Servant summoned by the restraining force.

"Miss Fujimaru, let me ask you, have you ever tried to summon a Servant since you came to this singularity?"

“Tried, but failed.”

The answer was as expected, and Holmes looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka and fell into silent thought.

After a while, the roar of the motorcycle engine brought Holmes back to his senses.

He looked casually and saw a motorcycle galloping on the national highway.

"It looks like your servant has come here too." Holmes chuckled, "I'll go see my old friend too."

The plot of defeating Yan Qing, knocking down Moriarty, and even disguising himself as the evil Moriarty, the demon pillar Baal, is the same as the original 1.51 version. I wonder how to pass it over.

ps: I forgot to update 6.7 and 6.8 because I was focused on cheering on college entrance exam candidates.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 263: The Land of Decisive Battle (optional)

2023-07-29

Gun tower.

It stood like a towering cloud in the very center of the sin city Shinjuku. Outside that exaggerated building that was almost level with the sky, the ground was filled with fully armed sparrow soldiers. They radiated in a fan shape like sharp claws, almost blocking the gun tower.

The originally orderly defense formation suddenly became chaotic at a certain moment.

Flames and gunshots broke out.

"what happened!"

In the center of the Sparrow Bee, someone shouted loudly. The man's clothing was obviously different from the almost identical Sparrow Bee soldiers around him. His skin was a burnt black color, with a few thin golden stripes that made him look even dirtier.

Archer of Shinjuku is the last Servant of the Phantom Demon Alliance. After Moriarty learned that Assassin was defeated, he was assigned to guard the safety of the Gun Tower.

The chaos of the battle prevented him from getting a response immediately. After a while, he could vaguely hear the answer from the crowd: "Enemy attack."

"Enemy attack?"

Before he could finish his words, flames suddenly burst out in front of him. Archer immediately pulled back, and the next moment, a loud explosion was heard.

The flames died down, but the air was filled with a fiery and turbid heat wave. Archer used his magic to protect his body, but the sparrow bee soldier beside him was not so lucky. A gap was blown out by the explosion almost instantly.

"Tsk, you run really fast, Flea Man."

Before the smoke obscuring his vision could clear, Archer heard a familiar voice.

"Huh? Who was that? It turned out to be the Black Saint... I thought you had died under your own flames a long time ago... The same way you died when you were alive."

There was no movement from the other side of the smoke. Archer's brows twitched. Suddenly, he raised the modified gun in his hand and fired two consecutive shots into the smoke in front of him.

Two crisp bangs were heard, blocking the saint from rushing out of the smoke.

The smoke cleared, and Jeanne Alter faced Archer from a distance with a sullen face. Having missed that chance, she knew it was impossible to kill him again.

"Charge into the enemy camp alone?"

Archer sneered, and with a look from his eyes, the surrounding Sparrow Bee soldiers surrounded Jeanne Alter in the middle. He glanced around and found no one else.

"This is not like your style. Are you trying to create an opportunity for your companions to sneak in?"

Jeanne Alter sneered disdainfully: "Last time I was just ambushed, this time I'm here to seek revenge on you."

"Looking at their expressions, I was right. Ah, they should have already slipped in."

Joan of Arc Alter's expression changed, but before she could say anything, two more bullets came flying at her.

Jeanne Alter could only stop herself from speaking. She tried her best to block the bullets and at the same time raised a wall of fire to prevent the rest of the sparrow soldiers from approaching.

Just as she had opened the evil dragon flag and before she even had time to turn her eyes around, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of her eye.

Archer had rushed to her side without her knowing, and pointed the short gun at Jeanne d'Arc and stabbed her in the lower abdomen.

Clang——

In a critical moment, Jeanne Alter turned the flag in time to block the fatal attack.

Just as she turned around, two bullets pierced her shoulders.

Jeanne Alter groaned, her eyes turning red from the pain.

"Go to hell!"

She gritted her teeth, pushed her waist and legs hard, and actually knocked Archer away.

Archer let his body flip in the air, and with the help of Jeanne Alter's power, he escaped from the center of the battlefield.

"I'll leave her to you."

"Stop!" Joan of Arc Alter wanted to chase, but was blocked by more sparrow bee soldiers.

She knew she was powerless to stop it.

"I hope the Master can end the battle as soon as possible."

Thinking of this, Jeanne Alter looked around again.

'At least until her magic power is completely drained.'

Flames rose up as a signal to start the war.

Joan of Arc Alter didn't have the energy to pay attention, and the Sparrow Bee Soldiers didn't notice that in the direction away from the battle, where Joan of Arc Alter first started to break into, the bodies of the Sparrow Bee Soldiers that had been burned to a char by the hellfire suddenly swelled up.

……

On the rotating stairs of the gun tower.

Ritsuka Fujimaru, who was carried on Altria's back, suddenly raised his head.

"Jeanne Alter said that Archer is chasing us. Archer is the only one here."

"Were they broken through?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka hummed softly, and was silent for about three to five seconds before she spoke again: "She said that there are too many miscellaneous soldiers, and she probably won't be able to come back to help before the battle is over."

Anyone could hear the bravado in these words. They had observed the number of Sparrow Bee Soldiers and found that it was definitely not a number that could be annihilated by a single Servant. Even if they put all their combat power into it, they would still be exhausted.