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

Chapter 306 Lanmarok

2023-07-29

Menechel glanced at Illya, and suddenly he felt the fluctuation of magic from the girl.

That is the magic trick to dispel idlers.

Shinji Matou obviously also figured it out, and the expression on his face froze instantly.

"Hey, are you crazy? It's daytime!"

Shinji Matou cried out in surprise. He had never thought that someone would break the rules of the Holy Grail War.

The pedestrians who had not yet been dispersed turned their heads and looked at Shinji Matou with a strange expression, but when they saw that the person confronting Shinji Matou was a girl who looked only seven or eight years old, they all responded to Shinji Matou with a disgusted expression.

Feeling the gazes from all directions, Shinji Matou's face turned pale and blue. He tightly clenched the amulet in his hand, and the blue veins on his forehead showed that he was about to explode.

The last bit of Shinji Matou's sanity made him follow the principle of confidentiality of mysticism and not summon Rider right away.

The magic of avoiding the dispersal of idlers worked quickly. The originally bustling crowd was reduced to three or five times, and only Matou Shinji and Illya were left in the courtyard outside Ryudo Temple. There was no need for Matou Shinji to say more, as Rider had already revealed his physical form.

"Ok?"

The familiar armor startled Menechel, who had his arms crossed over his chest. He glanced at Rider again, and Rider was also looking at him. Their eyes crossed, and they tacitly agreed not to speak.

"What's the matter, Berserker, another acquaintance?"

"Rider is Ranmarok."

He didn't hide anything.

Shinji Matou was not at all surprised that his Servant's real name was exposed. After learning that Rider and Berserker knew each other, Shinji Matou had already prepared himself mentally for this.

"Berserker, kill him."

As soon as Illya finished speaking, before Menechel could even make a move, Rider had already rushed out. The pure white lance stretched out first, forcing Menechel to retreat to avoid it.

With the advantage of the first move, Lanmarok quickly pushed Minashel to the other side.

But instead of taking advantage of this opportunity to attack further, Lanmarok swept her gun across, giving Liminashel a chance to create distance.

Pointing the gun at Menachel, Lanmarok had no intention of pursuing him. She said, "Sir Menachel, I do not want to duel with you at this time. Please advise your Master."

"Want to duel with me tonight?"

"Hmm..." Lanmarok's face, hidden under the helmet, turned red, and his tone was suspiciously delayed for half a second. But then Minachel's words dispelled her reverie: "Lanmarok, you are still so rigid. Your rigidity will bring you disaster!"

Abnormal magic power gathered in Menachel's body, and a deep black quickly climbed up on his face. His expression quickly became hideous and painful, and his facial features twisted together madly, but every word he said entered Lanmarok's ears without missing a word:

"If you just hold on to this mindset, not only will you be killed by me, but your Master will also die."

Ranmarok sensed something unusual and subconsciously tried to move away, but he recalled the information Saber had shared last night.

She stopped retreating, pushed hard with her left foot, and rushed straight at Berserker. She raised her lance and aimed it directly at the opponent's chest.

Before Lanmarok could get close, Berserker's clothes suddenly exploded in front of her chest, and her spear hit a black surface as hard as heavy armor. The next moment, the manic magic suddenly expanded outward without any sign, and in just a moment, it broke through Lanmarok's lance. In mid-air, she didn't even have time to see the scene in front of her clearly before she heard the sound of "breaking through the air".

Lanmarok was still in the air and had no time to adjust her position, but she was not fighting alone. A horse with pure white hair suddenly rushed out from the smoke and dust below her, and the raised dust could not dim its pure white fur.

The white horse soared into the sky, steadily supported the falling Lanmarok in the air, and carried the knight to a higher place.

The tail brushed past the white horse's hind hooves, and the barb at the tip of the tail scraped off a few strands of the horse's hair.

The white horse landed lightly, but stamped its hooves nervously the moment it landed. Lanmarok hurriedly touched the horse's head with her hand to comfort it. At the same time, she waved her lance with her other hand, and the strong wind raised by the magic power gathered on the lance dispelled the smoke and dust that blocked her vision.

After clearing away the smoke and dust, a humanoid monster with a hunched body and covered in black scales appeared.

"Menechel..."

Staring at the monster's head covered with black scales and the devil-like horns on its head, Lanmarok pursed his lips.

The white horse she was sitting on snorted immediately. The short and anxious sound instantly brought Lanmarok back to his senses.

She picked up her lance, and the phantom horse carried her as she rushed towards Berserker, who had just retracted his tail. Before she arrived, the lance had already locked onto Berserker. Lanmarok injected all her magic power into the lance and combined it with the impact brought by the charge. It could be said that this was her strongest attack without using her Noble Phantasm.

Berserker raised his chest regardless, his red eyes seemed to be filled with endless rage, and he raised his claws towards Lanmarok.

boom--!

The imagined fierce collision did not come. Just before reaching Berserker, the phantom horse stomped the ground fiercely, causing Lanmarok to fly up. Berserker's claws missed, and his body leaned forward uncontrollably due to the missed attack, exposing his unprotected back to Lanmarok's view from above.

She turned the lance tip with ease, changing from a thrust to a downward throw, and threw the lance hard at Berserker's back.

But the blow that was sure to succeed was blocked by a black shadow at the moment when the two sides passed each other.

The lance sank into the scales of the tail, almost tearing it apart, but Berserker seemed to feel no pain at all, and continued to sweep towards Lanmarok with his dragon tail carrying a strong gust of wind.

The white horse raised its upper body and jumped over the dragon's tail. Lanmarok took the opportunity to pull his lance off the dragon's tail.

She shook off the blood on her gun, but suddenly felt something strange about the horse she was riding. With just a quick glance, Lanmarok saw that the bone-deep hole on the white horse's left hind leg was bleeding bit by bit.

"Were you injured when you were dodging in the air just now?" Lanmarok looked at Berserker in the distance again. The tail that was originally stabbed by her and had scales turned outwards squirmed and returned to its original shape under the influence of a burst of green light.

Unlike the spirit of a Servant, Lanmarok's horse is closer to a Noble Phantasm or a spiritual outfit. Once injured, it must rely on rest to recover.

"Since you are facing Menechel, are you moving slower?"

Lanmarok stroked the white horse's head, and she could clearly feel that its whole body was trembling.

Lanmarok turned over and dismounted, and the white horse immediately turned into spirit particles and disappeared. She clenched the gun in her hand slightly.

——In order to injure Berserker, you need an attack that can penetrate Berserker's scales and make him unable to recover.

Naturally, Lanmarok thought of his own Noble Phantasm.

……

In the distance, Matou Shinji took in the battle situation. Although he did not understand fighting, he could see that Rider was at a disadvantage.

"That Berserker is totally not on the same level as Tōsaka's Archer."

Just as Shinji Matou's eyes were completely fixed on the two servants of the warring parties, a chilling feeling suddenly surged into his heart.

He turned around almost subconsciously, and a silver thread cut the skin of his throat, leaving a bloody mark on his neck.

Shinji Matou touched his neck and the blood on his palm made his body stiffen.

"How strange! Didn't Big Brother want to talk to Berserker just now? Why don't you say a word now?" Illya spoke in a childish voice, but her eyes reflecting Matou Shinji were full of coldness. Two translucent familiars rose and fell on both sides of her shoulders: "If you don't say anything, I will have to kill you."

"Say...what did you say?"

Seeing that Matou Shinji seemed to be shocked, Illya continued:

"You seem to have formed an alliance with Rin and the others, so why don't you come over to my side?"

Although they were two sentences connected together, Matou Shinji suspected that he had missed the middle part. He unconsciously opened his mouth to confirm: "What?"

"I can help you eliminate Rin first."

Let me think about how to write it, don't worry

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 307: Three Heroes of the Sui Group

2023-07-29

Suddenly, a slight sonic boom sounded beside her ear. Illya alertly turned aside a familiar, and the bird-like familiar quickly decomposed and reorganized into a translucent barrier with complex patterns. Then, a dense and uninterrupted explosion sounded like raindrops.

"Gand!"

Just as Illya's attention was completely attracted by the attacks that kept hitting the familiar's shield, a low growl sounded from the other side of her. Illya turned around hurriedly, and out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of Toosaka Rin raising an arm towards her.

Toosaka Rin raised one arm, and the sleeve of her arm was lifted up, revealing her forearm and the complex blue-green lines extending from the wrist to the elbow. The other hand was placed on her upper arm, aiming at Illya.

Instantly, countless black and red balls of light came crashing down on Illya. Illya didn't care about teasing Matou Shinji anymore, and her only remaining familiar quickly turned into a barrier.

The dense explosions stirred up countless dust, obscuring the vision of both sides.

"Rin, you did a great job."

Illya's voice came from the smoke and dust, her tone was as teasing as always, indicating that Toosaka Rin's attack just now could not even cause her any trouble.

There was no change in expression on Toosaka Rin's face. She had long known that this instantly activated basic curse bullet could not harm Einzbern's alchemical masterpiece, so she had already prepared a backup plan.

The smoke and dust dispersed a little, and at the moment when Illya could barely be identified, Toosaka Rin decisively threw four emeralds. The gems were cut by silver threads in mid-air and exploded violently, but the falling green dust emitted a faint light as it fell.

puff--

Like the dull sound of a fist hitting a sandbag, the next moment the green dust connected and reorganized itself, forming a tetrahedral barrier that suppressed Illya in the middle.

"Humph……"

This time, Illya lost her graceful ease. She half-crouched down in pain and couldn't help letting out a muffled groan from her nose.

"ended."

Toosaka Rin put down her hands. This was the most powerful barrier she could release so far. Even when facing a Servant, Toosaka Rin was confident that she could buy some time.

Just at this time, Shirou Emiya came over with Shinji Matou. Shinji Matou's school uniform was full of holes and bloodstains. It was obvious that he had just been completely crushed by Illya.

"You did a great job, Matou Shinji. You managed to hold on until we got here."

Facing the praise from Rin Toosaka, Shinji Matou could not feel a trace of joy at this moment. He panted and retorted: "If you are any later, I will prepare to kill you together with her."

Toosaka Rin nodded without comment and took out the gem from her arms again.

"Wait, Toosaka, you want to..."

Shirou Emiya noticed Toosaka Rin's actions and had a bad feeling in his heart. He asked as if to confirm.

And Toosaka Rin's answer was also very straightforward: "Well, of course I'll kill one here first."

Archer and Saber have gone to help Rider, but after such a long time, there is still no news. This forced Rin to raise her alertness against Berserker to a higher level.

"But Toosaka, she has lost the ability to resist. All we have to do is let her use that Command Spell to make Berserker commit suicide." Emiya Shirou stepped forward and stood in front of Toosaka Rin.

"Emiya-san, fighting between Masters is perfectly normal. In the Holy Grail War, besides killing the opponent's Servants, the easiest way to kill the Master is to kill him." Toosaka Rin looked at Emiya Shirou: "She almost killed you last night."

"But..." Emiya Shirou looked at Matou Shinji on the side and asked his friend for help: "Hey, Shinji, say something too."

But Matou Shinji turned his head away, not daring to look directly at Emiya Shirou, which made Emiya Shirou even more worried: "I'm sorry, Emiya. It's the best option to get rid of Berserker here. Just consider it my revenge. I also support Toosaka's approach."

"Emiya-san, please move aside."

Toosaka Rin spoke at this time. She looked at Emiya Shirou, but Emiya Shirou was looking at the tiles on the ground.

"I see, this is your resolution." Toosaka Rin's face was gloomy, and the tips of her fingers holding the gemstone were red. Her tone became colder: "Then I'd rather let you die in the hands of others than let me kill you."

"Hey, Toosaka!" Matou Shinji opened his mouth to persuade him, but his pupils suddenly shrank, and the words that were about to come out of his mouth changed: "Watch out behind you!"

'later?'

Toosaka Rin subconsciously turned around to see that Emiya Shirou had already knocked her to the ground.

"Uh-"

A suppressed groan of extreme pain was heard, and drops of blood splashed onto Toosaka Rin's face, rolling down her cheeks.

Two silk threads that were almost transparent under the light pierced into Emiya Shirou's back.

"Hey, Shirou!" Toosaka Rin reached out to grab the thread, but her palm was scratched when it touched the thread.

Emiya Shirou grabbed his back and forcibly pulled out the thread that pierced his skin. He then slowly stood up from Toosaka Rin.

He turned his head and looked behind him. In the green barrier, Illya changed her previous painful struggle and stood calmly. Seeing Shirou Emiya looking at her, the girl tilted her head cutely: "She dodged and couldn't be killed."

The silk thread held in Emiya Shirou's hand shrank and once again coiled around Illya to become a familiar bird.

"you?"

Toosaka Rin stood up suddenly.

"I'm sorry, Rin. Your magic skills are very poor."

While she was speaking, countless red stripes climbed up along her neck, carving dense red lines on Illya's face. One of the complex lines suddenly disappeared in a burst of red light, and then Illya's magic power suddenly jumped to a higher level.

The sound of glass breaking was heard, and the barrier that was originally intact was torn into countless pieces.

"Those are... Command Spells?"

Toosaka Rin's voice was hesitant, she couldn't believe what she saw.

Illya ignored Toosaka Rin and turned to Emiya Shirou and said, "It's a pity. I won't let Berserker commit suicide, but I will kill you."

"Berserker."