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

The Master is his salvation, and he is everything to the Master. Therefore, he must always respond to that "all" emotion.

He does what Illya doesn't want to do.

Unfortunately, he's very good at being the villain.

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336. Chapter 323 The Night Before the Carnival

336.

2023-08-12

In the distance, when the last ray of sunlight disappeared below the horizon, the sky turned dark in an instant.

In the huge Emiya mansion, only Emiya Shirou was left at this time, and even Toosaka Rin had left.

Shirou Emiya looked at the darkening sky, his mind already drifting far away.

"I wonder how Sakura is doing."

Now is the time that Illya announced to Matou Shinji to conquer Matou Sakura, the out-of-control Lesser Holy Grail. Lancer and Rider must have been waiting near the Matou residence.

According to Saber's previous discussion, Berserker's body had indeed become weaker after his resurrection, just as Toosaka Rin had guessed. Attacks that were previously unable to penetrate his defense could now leave scratches on Berserker's armor. According to Saber's estimation, with Rider and Lancer's strength, killing Berserker once or twice would not be a problem.

But no one knows the upper limit of the number of times Berserker can be resurrected.

Reason clearly told Shirou Emiya that he shouldn't worry about Matou Sakura. As Illya said, eight people disappeared in Toki City in three days. Those who died at the hands of Matou Sakura, like Sakura, were the protagonists of their own stories and those of their loved ones. They were not insignificant numbers. Without considering revenge, she was just taking emergency precautions. She had already posed a threat and infringement to the majority of people, so she should be eliminated.

But every time he had the thought of "eliminating Sakura Matou", a louder voice in his heart would always emerge, telling Shirou Emiya that this was not right.

But the reason why sensibility is called sensibility is that it is not something that can be judged rationally based on gains and losses, right and wrong and thus draw conclusions.

Whenever he looked up at the inky black sky, he would always think of the purple-haired girl who followed him quietly and called him "senior". Shirou Emiya's body seemed to be torn in two, and the burning sensation brought by his irritability made him suddenly feel like he was back in the fire ten years ago.

"Sure enough, I still want to go and see it."

He seemed to see Kiritsugu at that time again, his face full of fatigue, but he smiled again the moment he picked him up.

——"A partner of justice, but unable to keep even those closest to him."

He still remembered Kiritsugu's expression when he said this.

He couldn't understand it then, but now he seems to understand it.

——If he can’t even save the people around him, how can he be anyone’s partner?

He didn't know when his body started moving on its own, and when Emiya Shirou came to his senses, he had already changed into sneakers.

The sliding door creaked softly, and Emiya Shirou looked up, only to see Ezequiel leaning against the half-open door. There was no expression on his face. Only when his eyes made contact with Emiya Shirou did he nod very slightly at his Master.

"Do you want to go? My injuries have recovered. If you want to fight, there is no problem at all."

That was not to draw a conclusion or persuade him. After spending the past few days together, Shirou Emiya had a preliminary understanding of Ezequiel's character. He just threw the question back to him.

"Yeah." After nodding slightly, Shirou Emiya nodded again vigorously as if afraid that Ezequiel couldn't see.

"Sorry to disappoint you."

“Why are you apologizing to me?” Ezequiel tilted his head in confusion. He was just a knight following orders. “This is your ideal. You just betrayed the expectations of others… You should apologize to the people who gave you such expectations.”

His adoptive father entrusted his life and ideals to Emiya Shirou.

Emiya Shirou raised his head, with a strange expression on his face that made it hard to tell whether he was crying or smiling. He murmured softly, as if he was trying to convince himself or explaining something to someone in front of him: "But, if I can't even save the people around me, I guess I can't be a partner of justice."

After making the decision, Emiya Shirou's body seemed to have lifted a heavy burden, and even his breathing became easier.

Ezequiel looked at Shirou Emiya deeply, watching him walk briskly to the gate of the courtyard. His hand grabbed the bolt, but he did not pull it open immediately. Shirou Emiya let out a long breath, as if he was saying his final goodbye to his past self, and the chirping of insects at night seemed to stop at this moment.

The night was eerily quiet.

Ezequiel suddenly raised his head and rushed out like lightning. Before Shirou Emiya could pull out the bolt, he grabbed Shirou Emiya's hand. He did not consider stopping when he rushed out, and because of this, under the effect of inertia, after pulling Shirou Emiya past, the two of them slid to the other side.

Ezequiel tried his best to deflect his body and use his body to protect Emiya Shirou as much as possible.

boom--!

It was unclear whether it was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground or the final groan of the wooden door breaking into pieces. Although Ezequiel reacted in time, Shirou Emiya was still covered by the overwhelming wood chips.

He raised his eyes blankly, and against the backdrop of the waning moon behind him he could clearly see the figure of the man who broke into the room from outside.

And when Emiya Shirou saw the other person, the other person also saw him.

——But why is he here? Shouldn't he be at the Matou residence!

He raised his palm covered with black scales and greeted Emiya Shirou: "Yo."

……

Matou House.

Matou Shinji and Bazette were standing guard at the entrance, but Emiya Shirou did not come.

"Perhaps I was a little impulsive towards Emiya." Matou Shinji suddenly said, "That guy has been paranoid since he was a child. I heard that the partner of justice is a dream he inherited from someone very important to him."

Bazette didn't know what to say and could only listen.

"But, I just can't stand him being so stubborn and living in his own world - who does he think he is, using himself to judge the life and death of others! It's really - annoying!"

While he was speaking, the magic ritual was suddenly activated. The bright light that burst out at this moment almost illuminated the room as bright as day, and Shinji Matou stopped talking immediately.

Shinji Matou immediately became alert. He raised the wooden stick in his hand that he had taken from somewhere, but when he turned around, he found that it was only a glass-colored bird that activated the barrier.

"wrong!"

Matou Shinji's eyes fixed, that was no ordinary bird. Where the bird's glasses should have been was replaced by a group of gems that were forcibly embedded.

"Familiar!"

Before Matou Shinji could exert any strength, the demon bird's beak suddenly opened and closed, and the sound that came out was indeed the sound of Rin Tousaka. Rin Tousaka spoke anxiously, and her words were clearly heard by Matou Shinji and Bazette:

"Berserker appeared, but he attacked Shirou!"

"Emiya! How could it be!" The person who was just being talked about had an accident the next moment, which made Matou Shinji's face change drastically. But after glancing at the direction of the bedroom, Matou Shinji gritted his teeth and sat down again.

Bazette noticed Matou Shinji's reluctance, so she took the initiative to suggest, "Lancer and I will go take a look."

"Okay, please."

I'm too sleepy. I have to go to bed first. I have to get up early to watch the sunrise tomorrow.

337. Chapter 324: Midnight of Carnival

337.

2023-08-13

The flying sawdust left several hideous cuts on Shirou Emiya's face. However, these wounds, which were only skin-breaking, glowed green the next moment, and flesh and blood formed from the fluorescence to fill the gaps in the wounds.

Taking this scene in, Menachel's eyes narrowed.

"It looks like you found something of mine."

"what?"

He answered almost subconsciously, but before he could say anything, a cold light flashed in front of him, and the black tail spike quickly enlarged in front of his eyes, leaving his body no chance to even react.

The tail spike was suppressed by the sword that was slashed down horizontally just before it hit Shirou Emiya. Ezequiel grabbed Shirou Emiya from the side, and he didn't even have time to look at the Master, and threw him out of the battle range with all his strength.

But it was only a moment of distraction, and the tail had already broken free from his sword and retracted backwards.

"Why, now you dare to stand in front of me alone?"

Those were words full of sarcasm. Standing ten steps away from Ezequiel, Menechel raised his face and revealed a crazy smile.

Ezequiel was somewhat surprised that the opponent did not launch an attack immediately. Ezequiel cautiously retreated a few steps, but this also missed the best opportunity to attack. He could only watch the thick black mist rising from Berserker.

As the black gas spread wildly, Berserker's body suddenly swelled, as if his body was torn apart. His flesh and skin were torn and blood spurted out, and beneath these wounds, countless scales extended upwards.

Menechel let out a low roar, and the horns on his head grew. His face was quickly covered with layers of scales, and two white skeletons protruded from behind him.

——It must not be allowed to grow into a complete form.

With this thought in mind, Ezequiel stabbed Berserker's vitals almost frantically, the blade drawing countless gorgeous arcs of light under the bright moonlight.

In this beautiful web of death, Berserker's low roar seemed particularly appropriate. His two ferocious beast claws filled with weird aesthetics kept waving, and his sharp claw blades crossed irregularly. His black scales and the knight's sword clashed quickly, producing sparks through friction.

This is how Berserker should fight.

Although there was no skill in waving his claws around, his tall stature gave him strong arms. The mere act of waving his claws around without any rules and trying to cut Ezequiel to death was enough to disrupt his offense and make it difficult for him to launch effective attacks.

There was no skill at all, just pure instinctive swinging, which Ezequiel could not predict. If it was unpredictable, then it was all improvisation, and the original skills could only be used at 30% to 50%.

The claw blade tore towards Ezequiel's forehead. Ezequiel didn't say a word, squatted down, raised his left arm, and the scabbard, which was wide enough to protect half of Ezequiel's arm, turned into a blunt weapon. Under the swing of Ezequiel's bulging arm muscles, it delivered a fatal blow!

Boom!

With a dull thud, Berserker's claws were knocked away by the heavy blow.

——Compared to the beginning, Berserker has indeed become weaker.

With this thought in mind, Ezequiel's eyes suddenly lit up. In the causal line, he frantically called out to his Master.

The sword once again shone with red magic power, and the release and charging of the treasure was completed in the blink of an eye. Ezequiel held the sword with one hand, and he did not even adjust to a suitable position, and stabbed the sword with all his might with a desperate attitude.

It was difficult to defend against a blow from the side, not to mention that Berserker was irrational at the moment. The silver-white sword energy swept away the floating black mist, and the blade pierced into the scales in an instant.

After the attack was successful, Ezequiel's glasses suddenly widened and he turned around along with the huge force transmitted by Berserker.

His arm shook back like a bird, and his heavy swing tore through the air. Taking advantage of the opportunity, he turned his arm, and his wrist rotated and pressed down, stirring the flesh and blood under Berserker's skin. Even through the layer of darker scales, he could still see the silver light blooming under Berserker's skin. He took advantage of the gap created when he slapped Berserker's claws away, and aimed at Berserker's beast head with the sharp edge of the armor and hit him!

The body actually turned in the direction Ezequiel had pointed it at, as if it was still immersed in the damage just inflicted by the Noble Phantasm. The huge beast body deflected as softly as a ribbon, and then...

Turn around and twist your waist!

What appeared before Ezequiel was—

——A tail surrounded by deadly black scales!

The hideous barbs on it make it just as powerful as a sword.

As early as when fighting with Caster, Berserker proved with actual actions that his tail was definitely not just for show, it was a real killing weapon!

The whip-like tail came slapping at him. Ezequiel knew it was powerful, but the sword had just been swung out and he had no time to defend himself. He had to raise his empty left hand and use that arm as a weapon to whip in the direction of the tail.

Even the beast tail has its most basic form, and it will fly up when provoked by a weapon...

However, Berserker's exquisite predator instinct finally revealed its ferocity at this moment!

As he turned around, what appeared before Ezequiel was not just the knife-like tail...

brush!

Berserker twisted his waist in mid-air and kicked his hind legs out!

Yes, unlike normal humans, this monster's forelimbs and hind limbs have sharp claws and tight scales, which are hunting weapons.

laugh--!

The claws of the beast tore open Ezequiel's armor cleanly, leaving several long wounds. The smell of blood emanated from the broken silver fragments. The wounds were from the chest to the chin...

The claws attached to the animal's feet when it kicked back easily cut Ezequiel's jaw, leaving several bloody cuts. Blood gushed out from the shredded plain armor, staining the curled metal with an ominous color.

Blood blocked Ezequiel's vision, and then he felt his head being tightly clamped, and the huge force that almost crushed his skull almost made him faint. He wanted to raise his hands to turn his body onto his arms, but the force that was originally only applied to his head suddenly pressed down -

Amid the flying debris, Ezequiel's head was slammed to the ground.

"Roar--!"

Along with the roar that almost tore a person's eardrums apart, there was a series of "bang bang" sounds of the ground hitting the ground violently.

Ezequiel resisted at first, but quickly weakened under the continuous impact and collapsed under the beast's claws like mud.

Finally, with the sound of blood spurting, Ezequiel's head almost caved in. The pale white and dark red mixed together, emitting a disgusting odor.

The tail spike suddenly pierced the body of the fallen Ezequiel, piercing him from the head, and Ezequiel stood still and let the tail turn him to the front of Berserker.

"Uh... gu..."

Shocked by the bloody scene before his eyes, Shirou Emiya suddenly felt sick. But the movement on his side made Berserker turn his head and look at the only stranger present.

The breath of the living being and the stimulation of blood made its already red eyes even darker.

Emiya Shirou's eyes widened.