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

But the fact is that there is a guy here who doesn't know how to read the atmosphere.

"Is that so? That's a pity. I still have a lot of questions to ask Miss. Black Jeanne."

It was Holmes who spoke. He could tell that Jeanne Alter had hidden some crucial information. If he was not mistaken, it was information about Shinjuku Caster who had given him a hint about the Master's location.

However, Jeanne Alter just mumbled and evaded the question at that time, and Shinjuku Caster was obviously on their side, so Holmes did not ask any further questions.

He originally guessed that Caster wanted to join the battle at the right time, but now it was already the final battle. If Caster was Holmes himself, the only reason he would hide was -

——The enemy is too strong and the outcome is still unknown. Now is not the time to reveal our cards.

Now, the only one on the top platform of the gun tower is Moriarty the Evil. He should not be able to overcome any waves by himself.

not to mention……

Holmes glanced at Moriarty again. Now that we were from the same origin, no matter how he thought about it, the advantage was on his side.

——So it’s a ghost?

Moriarty the Evil merged with a phantom and gained an ability powerful enough to change the course of the battle.

Combined with the coffin of Moriarty the Good, Holmes could guess that it should be the ability of a certain archer, but the range was too wide.

There is too little information.

Before Holmes could come to a clear conclusion, the spiral staircase came to an abrupt stop, and the view suddenly became clear. The wide platform combined with the floor-to-ceiling windows on all sides showed that although the outside was still a neon-lit city that never sleeps, here it was as if isolated in darkness. The floor-to-ceiling windows that were polished to a very bright finish seemed to have become the boundary between light and shadow.

Standing at the junction of light and darkness, the old gentleman in evening dress standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window turned around slowly. He showed an indescribable smile to the few people, like a spider patiently waiting for a moth to fall into the spider web.

"I didn't expect you guys to make it here."

Quickly end this annoying singularity plot. If this plot wasn't a bit important, I wouldn't want to write this.

ps: I will resume daily updates during the summer vacation, please stop scolding me

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 264 Him

2023-07-29

Jeanne Alter was fighting almost instinctively, squandering her magic power as if she had been programmed to do so. Her body was getting hotter and her consciousness was becoming increasingly blurred.

I forgot why I was fighting, why I was standing here, the only thing I could remember was——

Kill, kill, kill! Burn everything, everything you see to ashes.

Suddenly her vision opened up, and Joan of Arc Alter raised her head somewhat dully. Unknowingly, there was no one in front of her.

She instinctively felt that something was wrong, but her brain was like rusty and unable to react.

She looked at the bees that surrounded her. Their numbers didn't seem to have decreased at all, but no one came forward. They stood there stiffly like wooden stakes.

She opened her mouth but no words came out. The bad feeling in her heart only grew stronger.

"Forehead……"

She opened her mouth, but no formed words came out. The groan-like roar made Joan of Arc Alter stunned. It was this moment of stunnedness that made Joan of Arc Alter's originally heated brain briefly clear. She found in a trance that her posture at this moment was no different from those wooden soldiers who were like puppets.

"It has broken free... It looks like it will take some time to assimilate the Servant."

The voice rang out from Jeanne Alter's ears - she didn't even have time to turn her head to see the face of the person who was speaking beside her before her left chest was pierced.

Blood instantly dyed her armor red, and the sense of clarity quickly began to peel away from her body.

His body fell forward uncontrollably, but was held up before it hit the ground. The cold and smooth touch made his scattered consciousness solidify once again.

She was able to see the other person's face clearly, as well as his hands that were getting bigger and bigger in front of her.

"turn out to be……"

Almost squeezing out the sound from her throat, Jeanne Alter raised her eyes and tried her best to cheer herself up. The anger in her chest turned into a tangible flame that burned fiercely on her body.

"Go to hell!"

The flame flashed and disappeared, like a gorgeous rainbow disappearing in the darkness.

But that's enough.

She knew what she should do.

The flames wrapped around Jeanne Alter's body, her head was burned by the flames, and countless black embers mixed with golden magic power shook out from her body.

A long time, a long time.

Only the neon lights flickered silently.

……

Archer runs on the revolving corridor in Shinjuku.

His brows were still furrowed, and he looked up from time to time as he ran, but the spiral staircase of the gun tower was too long and winding, and even with Archer's five senses he could only occasionally distinguish some noises.

If Chaldea simply regarded Moriarty the Evil as their final enemy, they would lose all their strength in their frantic struggle like a fly caught in a spider web.

As a member of the Phantom Demon Alliance, Archer is well aware of Moriarty's plan.

Acting as a [Friendly Party] until this moment.

——Magic Bullet Shooter.

This is the true name of the phantom that Moriarty merged with. A sharpshooter who made a deal with the devil to gain the ability to hit the target, but as the price of the cursed ability, the seventh bullet of the magic bullet will definitely shoot through the heart of the person he cherishes.

And now, Archer didn't need to guess who Moriarty cherished.

Suddenly, his ears moved and he caught a strange sound. He paused and exerted force on his feet to change the direction of his progress.

A curtain of fire almost brushed Archer's face. He could even feel the flames licking his face. This sudden change made Archer's brows twitch.

Archer immediately recognized the identity of the person due to the familiar attack method.

As expected, through the dust raised by the fire, Archer could see the vague figure on the opposite side.

——So fast!

He was startled, but then he immediately raised his hands to show his surrender.

"I think our goals should be the same, so do I..."

Before he could finish his words, he was surprised to see Jeanne d'Arc Alter on the other side approaching him at a very fast speed as if she hadn't heard anything.

He raised his hand and fired two shots in succession. The bullets penetrated the opponent's ankles and torso, but Jeanne Alter still maintained the original speed and approached quickly.

He watched Jeanne d'Arc Alter rush out of the curtain of fire. He saw the tiny flames on her body, and he was stunned - the armor and the flag were indeed Jeanne d'Arc Alter's things, but the face, where it should be, was only charred black.

"you……"

That frenetic state reminded Archer of something. Her voice hesitated, and even her movements became a little sluggish.

It was this moment of hesitation that made him miss the best opportunity to distance himself. He had no choice but to cross his two guns and use the dagger attached to the gun to hold the flag with all his might.

The flag and the two swords collided. Archer was able to take a closer look at Jeanne Alter's face once again, which was still a hollow, charred black.

"She burned her own soul core. She doesn't want me to read her memory. She seems to know something."

Archer heard the voice, but it made him feel cold all over.

"Berserker!"

That was a Servant who should have died long ago, and Archer was even commissioned by the evil Moriarty to confirm Berserker's exit.

Whether from a visual or spiritual perspective, it is definitely not something that can be disguised.

The black magic twisted and surged, gradually outlining someone's body.

Berserker's sunset red eyes turned and he looked at Archer.

"You don't seem to be affected."

"The influence... that mental pollution? Unfortunately, it doesn't work on me."

Archer clearly felt that the power of Jeanne Alter's attack was significantly reduced when Berserker was speaking.

"Is it because of the fusion of the phantom spirit?"

Berserker was not in a hurry, and his tail was swinging behind him again and again.

Archer responded with a disdainful sneer.

"But it looks like the concentration hasn't reached the standard yet, but I don't have time."

His tail suddenly twitched and stabbed in the direction of Archer. But Archer was prepared, with one hand in front of him and the other hand already pulling the trigger.

"I am the ..."

The sound stopped abruptly, Archer's neck was restrained, a huge wolf head was stuck on the side of his neck, and the sharp wolf fangs crushed his throat.

"..."

With an expression of disbelief, Archer used up the last bit of his strength to glance behind him, where a giant wolf had appeared out of nowhere.

Dark blue hair, scarlet eyes, and wisps of dark air rising from the body.

Rider of Shinjuku, Berserker's enemy, was a Servant who should have died long ago just like Berserker.

Archer's body collapsed, his pupils quickly losing focus.

Berserker, whose real name is Menechel, is an unknown fusion spirit.

Archer fell to the ground, and Berserker's feet continued to grow larger in front of his eyes.

He recalled what Berserker said when he first met him.

——"The best timeline for preventing a war is when it is limited to minor frictions."

At that time, he just thought that Berserker was lamenting about the singularity of Shinjuku.

As the frightening guess became increasingly real, his vision went dark and he no longer had the chance to speak.

There are probably two more chapters to finish this plot (I originally thought I didn’t need to write this chapter, but it always feels weird to omit too much and suddenly appear a plot)

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 265 Apocalypse War

2023-07-29

Gun tower top.

At this time, the battle here has come to an end.

Ritsuka Fujimaru raised her hand, and her eyes became more and more determined under the guidance of thousands of detectives behind her.

"James Moriarty! The criminal is you!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka's words were powerful, without the hesitation of the past, and his eyes were filled with a determination that Moriarty had never seen before.

"That's the look a savior of humanity should have."

The first thing that came to his mind was such a ridiculous thought, followed by the weakness of his body as the power of the phantom in his body was slowly drained away.

"Even with the help of the power of those detective phantoms, you will never be able to defeat me."

"I know the taste of evil, and I also know the bottomless charm of evil. But I have never tasted the taste of justice, so I am naturally hesitant and confused. And the so-called taste of justice is actually quite good." Moriarty closed his eyes and let out a long breath: "Well, anyway, in short, Master, just treat this guy in front of you as a criminal with the same face as your companion."

"I refuse. I always believe that you are the partner of justice."

Moriarty was stunned. Being praised as a partner of justice was a wonderful experience that he had never had before, even for someone as knowledgeable as him.

He half closed his eyes, as if waiting for the spirit base to completely dissipate. But the next moment his eyes suddenly widened. Before anyone could react, Moriarty suddenly took half a step forward.

The first person to react was Alter. As soon as Moriarty took a step, she had already raised her sword and stood between Fujimaru Ritsuka and Moriarty.

Blood and flesh splattered on the unsuspecting Altria. Altria felt the sword sink and she was pushed back several steps.

“…I caught up.”

Moriarty lowered his head, the left half of his body had been torn into a pile of blurred flesh and blood. The thick tail that pierced through it passed through Moriarty's body and was held tightly by Alter.

If Moriarty had not given him an advance warning, the stinger would have pierced Fujimaru Ritsuka's head.

"You are indeed not dead."

The tail that was stirring in Moriarty's chest answered him. With a crackling sound, the tail suddenly retracted. The tail sting directly shattered Moriarty's soul core.