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

The door was roughly pushed open, and the long-lost light shone into the messy Toosaka residence.

The furniture was artificially piled up on the second floor, so the hall on the first floor was transformed into an open space specifically for fighting. At this moment, a figure was sitting cross-legged on the open space. When the light came in, he immediately opened his eyes.

“Sure enough, just like what that woman Kallen said, as long as we occupy this place, you will come over.”

Menechel stood up from the ground, his tail swaying from side to side behind him. His hair was much whiter than the last time they met, and his face was more haggard, giving people the illusion of a candle in the wind.

"Berserker——" Lancer stared with scarlet eyes, and raised his spear provocatively: "Don't you want to enter that state?"

What Cu Chulainn was talking about was naturally the state of the Warcraft that had lost the ability to think. It was obvious that he was still brooding over the last careless defeat.

"No need." Menechel swung his tail and hit Ezequiel who was trying to bypass him. In this state, he had no weapons to use except his tail. But he still kept this unmotivated attitude and stood in front of the door. Menechel said: "There is no need to hide anymore. I'm sure you all know that my Noble Phantasm weakens every time I revive it. And now, even if I go berserk, those insignificant improvements have no decisive effect."

Under normal circumstances, all of Menichel's attributes remain stable at the D-level, with no fundamental difference from its frenzy-like state, so Menichel's thoughts are very simple. Instead of pursuing improvement, it is better to retain the wisdom of battle.

——Is that so?

Lancer narrowed his eyes.

"Do you want to use your resurrection ability to fight a protracted war with us?"

Unfortunately, Cu Chulainn was the type of person who was least afraid of a protracted war.

"Oh, that seems to be the case."

Lancer frowned as he listened to Menechel's casual answer. This guy... wouldn't he ask the Master to do some Assassin's work again?

"No matter what conspiracy it is, fight it first!"

With this thought in mind, Lancer lowered his body and grabbed the red spear with his second hand. Suddenly, a large amount of magic steam rose from the cursed spear. Almost at the same time, Ezequiel also moved forward quickly from the other side.

"Gae-Bolg!"

The scarlet spear swiftly crossed the distance between the two men at an unmatched speed and reached Menechel's defenseless chest the next moment. At the same time, Ezequiel had already circled to Menechel's side. As long as he turned the corner, he would be able to climb the stairs.

Without any hesitation, Menechel's tail barb stretched out from behind and grabbed Ezequiel's toes. Ezequiel dodged nimbly, but Menechel seemed to have completely given up on defense. He turned around and used the barb on the tip of his tail to pierce the gap between the stairs. The channel for ascending was completely blocked in the midst of the flying arrows.

Ezequiel had no choice but to give up circling around, but the black tail jumped out from the smoke and wrapped around his ankle. The tail didn't crush his calf immediately, but just covered his thigh along the calf. Zequier couldn't help but glanced at Menechel.He seemed to want to question why Minechel would choose this style of play.

At this time, Minachell was already close to the red spear. His defenseless chest was pierced, and his upper body almost folded backwards, and then a greater thrust nailed him to the ground.

"Tsk, trading injury for life?"

Rely on unlimited resurrections to gradually weaken your own manpower.

Cu Chulainn smacked his tongue. He didn't hate this way of fighting, but he felt it was not satisfying.

But it doesn't matter -

Because they were just tools to attract Berserker's attention. Both his solemnity and Saber's actions were just tools to confuse Berserker. Just like Kallen's sneak attack on Matou Shinji, this time it was Bazette's turn to play her role.

Based on Lancer's understanding of Bazette, even Kallen and Illya tied together would not be his match!

While Berserker was still asleep, he took a few quick steps and wrote runes quickly on the tail that was wrapped around Saber.

But soon, Lancer discovered something was wrong.

Berserker's magical aura gradually weakened - that was clearly a sign of the Servant's spiritual foundation collapsing as he was about to leave the stage, but his body showed no signs of shrinking or disappearing.

"No! That's not right! What on earth is this——"

Berserker's body seemed to swell in a circle!

Cu Chulainn jumped a few steps away and instantly recalled the spear in his hand. However, the half of the tail that had just been burned suddenly sprouted countless fleshy threads, and before Lancer could react, his chest had been pierced by a tail thorn.

A flash of silver light passed by, and Saber half-knelt on the ground, but her hand moved cleanly and swiftly, and she slashed with her sword. The sharp blade easily cut off the motionless Berserker's head - this was how it should be.

Clang——!

The strong vibration coming from the sword made Ezequiel's arm numb.

From the place where the sword came into contact with the skin, large patches of black began to spread rapidly.

puff!

The shattered skin was forcefully stretched open by more muscles, as if all the blood in the body was squeezed out, with a large amount of blood spurting out.

Berserker instantly swelled up like a balloon.

……

The door was opened, and just as Karin raised her head, a figure rushed in front of her.

Bazette pounced on her like a female leopard, but a spirit had already stood between her and Bazette.

The spirit was split into two by the backlight sword in Bazette's hand. Kallen's body shook, but immediately a new familiar stood in front of her.

Holding the Backlight Sword in his hand, Bazette glanced around the room and only saw the unconscious Sakura Matou placed in the center of the room for the ceremony, but did not find Illya and Toosaka Rin.

"Where's Illya?"

Bazette questioned. She knew that Illya had almost unlimited Command Seals, and if she was not dealt with immediately, there would be endless trouble.

Kallen suddenly raised her face, and a mysterious smile appeared on her expressionless face: "Do you think you won?"

"What do you mean?"

Bazette couldn't understand how the other party could possibly turn the tables under the current situation.

But at this moment, the ground suddenly shook violently, and countless debris poured down from above. In this violent shaking like an earthquake, countless cracks appeared on the ground under the feet of the two men.

A loud roar was heard, followed by Lancer's shout from the causal line.

"run!"

Just one simple word. Before Bazette could ask, two bone wings suddenly pierced out from the cracks. The bone wings quickly extended, and more and more cracks were revealed.

As the bone wings extended, buds of flesh actually grew on the pale bones!

Why not wait for the Holy Grail to come at Liudong Temple, because the two-line operation is afraid of being stolen,

343. Chapter 330 The Knight of the End

343.

2023-08-17

Berserker's Noble Phantasm, after all, is a judgment of the master's magic power. After all, there are only a few people like Illya who have magic power filled to the extreme. So how many times can Kallen's magic support the activation of Menechel's Noble Phantasm?

The answer is zero.

Most of the magic power was used to enslave the spirit, so there was actually very little magic power left in Kallen's body at this time - this was also the reason why Menachere did not go into frenzy. Without the charging of the Command Spell, Kallen simply did not have that ability.

The fact is that even if Kallen gave up all her familiars, her magic power could only revive Menechel twice, which would have almost no effect on the change of the battle situation. Both Saber and Lancer were not servants that could be easily dealt with.

——Then don’t resurrect!

The body that should have been dead long ago was expanding, but abnormally, not a single bit of magic power was emanating from it. It was not growing bigger or proportionally larger, but Berserker's body was bulging outward irregularly, as if some giant creature was about to awaken inside the body.

boom--!

The body exploded into a bloody mist, and the thick dark red filled every corner of the Toosaka residence, blocking the vision of the two servants present.

A gust of hot, fishy wind blew over, slightly dispersing the blood mist. As if his neck was entangled by some invisible thread, Lancer could not help but look in one direction.

But after just one look, all the hair on his body almost stood up.

In the hazy dark red mist, he saw a huge eye.

A blood-red color flowed in that dark-colored pupil, and the pupil shrank into a vertical pupil the moment it looked into Cu Chulainn's eyes.

An unprecedented emotion was filling Lancer's chest at this moment. That emotion urged him to escape.

Even if he didn't know what was happening, he could understand how terrifying the abnormality of Berserker was at this moment.

He pulled out the spike that was stuck in his heart, and as the battle continued, Cu Chulainn's body reacted instinctively.

"Piercing Death Spear (Gae Bolga)!"

The moment the magic spear left his hand, the tip of the spear split into thirty thorn-like branches that poured down.

This was Cu Chulainn's strongest attack. The dazzling red - completely different from the blood mist of disaster, a calm and bright red, entangled the gun body, and the next moment crashed into the black shadow in the mist.

The spear with dazzling red color fell into the blood mist, and just before the collision, the blood mist suddenly dispersed, and his treasure exploded. Cu Chulainn stretched out his hand from the smoke and dust, but this time the Deaththorn Spear did not return to his hand as he wished. He was stunned at first, but when Lancer saw the scene clearly, he showed an unbelievable look.

"Hey, are you kidding me?"

What appeared in front of him was a piece of armor full of holes. The burnt black color made it impossible to see its original appearance. One could only vaguely recognize the style of the armor. Behind the armor was a pair of exaggeratedly large pale white bone wings and a thick tail, and at this moment his gun was embedded in the pair of bone wings.

No, that's not accurate—it wasn't that the pair of bone wings were used to block the wings, the Spear of Deaththorn penetrated the head armor and became oblique to sink into the bone wings.If there was a person in this armor, then his head should have been pierced, and his internal organs should have been crushed, but facing Lancer's sight, the armor was actually moving a little bit.

No matter how he observed it, Cu Chulainn only came to one conclusion in the end—it was clearly a dead object.There is no spirit foundation, no spirit core, and even the most essential magic power has never been produced.If you look at it from the perspective of a servant, the armor in front of you is nothingness that does not exist.

Although he was dead, his body was still fighting.

"A battle continuation of the highest standard!"

The armor lifted his helmet, and a dark red light flashed from the gaps in the armor. The next moment, Cu Chulainn's head was grabbed by a hand, and the huge force of the squeeze made him feel that his head was almost crushed.

He hardened his heart and wrapped his hands around the arm that was buckled on his head. He gathered all the remaining magic power into his toes, and with the help of Berserker's arm, he turned around and kicked.

Click!

This was the sound of Cu Chulainn's cervical vertebrae breaking. But he didn't care. The magic power of the battle continued to sustain his last bit of strength. He used all his strength and kicked the spear that penetrated Berserker's armor.

"Go to hell!"

Click!

The gun was kicked to the other side, cutting a sharp hole in the armor.

But the imagined scene of blood splattering did not happen. Then he only felt the light in front of his eyes become brighter.

Cu Chulainn's body collapsed to the ground. His head was already charred black and turned into ashes the moment it hit the ground, leaving only a headless body that slowly disintegrated.

The purple halo on the gauntlet dimmed, and Berserker slowly turned his head to look to the other side. Being stared at by that terrifying gaze, Ezequiel's heart was filled with alarm.

It was only about ten seconds from the time the abnormality started to the time Lancer left the stage, and Ezequiel came back to his senses at this point.

He subconsciously raised the knight's sword in his hand, but before he could see the scene in front of him clearly, the huge force transmitted from the sword directly knocked him out.

Reaching out and grabbing the ground, Ezequiel managed to stop his body. He did not dare to be careless at all. He raised the sword again and a bright silver halo burst out from his body.

His eyes were bloodshot, and the dark armor finally matched the image of someone in his memory. A feeling of fear rose in Ezequiel's heart, but more of it was a kind of angry annoyance.

'still have a chance! '

He screamed in his heart.

There is still a chance of victory. Berserker can still fight in this state. His durability and strength must be very high.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Ezequiel roared, as if that would erase the fear in his heart.

"Destroy the Glory of the Strongest"

He chose to judge Berserker's strength. As long as Berserker's strength was higher than his, his strength would be forcibly increased to that of the opponent.

The silver halo shines brightly at this moment.

The judgment was successful!

Ezequiel's heart trembled, and he raised his sword faster than ever before, while Berserker's hand was still three steps away from him.

The world seemed to slow down at this moment, and in Ezequiel's eyes, Berserker's movements were extremely clear.

16 seconds.

Ezequiel raised his sword and slashed at Berserker's jaw.

17 seconds.

Berserker's claws touched the sword, but were deftly deflected by Saber.

18 seconds.

Seeing the Berserker so close, he almost forgot to breathe. He roared and swung his sword desperately.

Pfft——!

It was the sound of a head being violently cut open. The whistling of the wind was heard in his ears, and Ezequiel saw his lower body falling down, and a tail wrapped around his body, breaking it in half.

But Ezequiel did not close his eyes. Even though only his head was left, he kept his eyes open, watching the body that continued to swing the sword due to inertia.

20 seconds.