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

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Tōsaka Tokiomi lowered his head.

The man once again realized the importance of Kotomine Kirei.

Even though Archer Gilgamesh attacked Caster for his disrespect, the enraged King of Heroes simply poured out the treasures in the treasury without restraint, and had no intention of using EA.

Although the Siren's further actions were effectively stopped, Caster's Siren always maintained a certain combat effectiveness due to its super high recovery ability.

Tōsaka Tokiomi glanced at the Command Seal in his hand, which only left two stigmata to remind him to use it with caution.

The roar of the chariot exploded in Tōsaka Tokiomi's ears.

Tōsaka Tokiomi's body froze, and he looked at Lancer and Rider on the chariot with horror.

"Archer's Master?"

Rider muttered, causing Tōsaka Tokiomi's heart to sink even further.

"So can you tell us what's going on?"

How should I put it? Once I got this disease, I lost all my thoughts.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 122 When the Battle is Stalemate

Toosaka Tokiomi lowered his head. The man who had always adhered to the ancestral motto of "elegance first" no longer bothered to wipe the sweat from his forehead. His eyes would occasionally glance at the man beside him.

In Tōsaka Tokiomi's imagination, now that Archer is bound by the illusory Kingly Way and unwilling to release the ultimate secret, Lancer is the most suitable person to deal with Caster in the current situation:

That exaggerated range-of-arms treasure that almost illuminated half of the Dongmu sky was the destined nemesis of the siren with its huge body and super strong self-healing ability.

"Aren't you trying to ask me why I don't join the battle?" Perhaps it was because Toosaka Tokiomi was looking at him too frequently, Minachel couldn't help but speak at this time. He glanced at Toosaka Tokiomi while guarding against the harassment of the sea demon's tentacles.

He said in a matter-of-fact tone: "There is no room for me to interfere there."

Putting aside Rider who was driving the chariot through the sky, Rider, who had the advantage in the air, flexibly moved between the golden rain of bullets, dodging the double attack from Archer and Caster at the same time.

The giant sea monster seemed to be regarded as a whole, and even Caster in the sea monster's body had been assimilated, perfectly blocking Menechel's treasure.

He glanced at Tōsaka Tokiomi again and shook his head.

Even with the magical power of three people, it is an impossible task to replicate the amount of attack that nearly wiped out Assassin last time.

So he said indifferently: "So I can only make use of the waste."

He swung the spear in his hand and pierced through the thick tentacle that extended towards him.

The tentacles that were stabbing towards the three masters behind Menachel instantly stopped their attack.

Ink-colored liquid spurted out from the fracture, but was blocked by the magic barrier. Seeing the unknown liquid dripping onto the ground bit by bit and rising green smoke, Waver couldn't help but shudder.

"This... this is too exaggerated."

A huge sea monster that almost assimilated the entire Weiyuan River and turned the areas on both sides of the river into a demonic domain would occasionally launch sudden attacks from below the ground, and small sea monsters would swell and evolve from the broken corpses scattered everywhere.

"This is a monster far superior to Caster himself. I'm afraid he has completely lost control of it at this point."

"But it is also because of this that the strength of the Sea Demon has also left the scope of the Holy Grail War—reaching the category of the Age of Gods."

Listening to Solaw's explanation, Menechel curled up the corners of his mouth. He had never encountered a monster of this level in his life.

But in such a brief moment of confusion, another tentacle broke through the blockade, but the Siren seemed to have realized that recklessness was ineffective, and the tentacle directly bypassed Menechel and entangled the surrounding abandoned warehouses.

The warehouse was torn off by the powerful tentacles in an instant, revealing the people taking refuge in it. The tiny tentacles wrapped around the panicked refugees, corroding and assimilating the human body in just an instant.

The location is too far.

Menechel swung his spear, shaking off the blood on the tip of the spear along with his complicated thoughts.

He was responsible for the lives of three masters and had no time to care about the casualties of unrelated people.

Perhaps we really shouldn't have wiped out Kotomine and his son so early.

Menechel thought that at least one should be retained as the commander to prevent a madman like Caster from causing the current situation.

Suddenly, Menechel's heart skipped a beat.

The intuition honed over years on the battlefield caused the originally relaxed body to immediately tense up the moment the unknown murderous intent spread.

The inferior magic filled with corruption and malice made it impossible for Menacher to determine the direction of the malice.

In the corner of his vision, a trace of remaining red flashed by, and Minashel moved half a step to the side and raised his gun to block the black fog that was coming head-on.

The airflow quickly spread during the clash of weapons, and the harsh sound of metal clashing made the three people behind him cover their ears involuntarily.

"Berserker!"

There was no time to think about why the Berserker who had just been repelled by Rider not long ago appeared again. At this moment, the Berserker's visor, which was swooping down from a high position, was almost close to Minechel's face. The cold and stinging feeling made Minechel quickly cheer up.

"You are such a haunted fellow!"

Anger flashed in his eyes. Berserker's increasingly blatant provocations in recent times had completely made him lose his patience.

Although he knew that Berserker was a Knight of the Round Table, even if it was another self, and he exerted force with his hands, the disadvantage of passive resistance still forced Menechel to retreat under the pressure of the force in his hands.

Menechel, who was originally at a disadvantage due to Berserker's attack, had red magic rising from his body, and golden light was pulled up along the arc of his spear, blocking Berserker's attack first.

【Charge】state.

Completely abandoning durability and defense, the knight's charge posture is displayed without reservation.

In the scattered smoke and dust, the red eyes looked through all obstacles to the other side at Berserker who had avoided the vital points in the clash of spears and swords. The second and third stabs landed on the black heavy armor in no particular order, but Berserker was like a trapped beast, rushing forward regardless.

A dark red light spot started to spread from the tip of the gun like sparks.

Although he could not use his Noble Phantasm against Berserker, it did not mean that Menechel had lost the means to counterattack.

The fourth stab, which compressed all the magic power, hit the same position accurately under the control of Minashel's power mechanism.

Berserker's forward movement suddenly stopped, and the thick black armor seemed to make a "crackling" sound as if it was falling apart.

Berserker's body flew backwards like a broken sack.

Without taking the time to calm his increasingly rapid breathing, Menechel, knowing that he could not be dragged into a protracted battle, exerted force on his feet and rushed towards Berserker. His spear drew a red half-moon arc, and the fifth fatal stab was ready to be launched.

Chi Chi!

——The voice clearly came from next to my ears.

The footsteps that were about to take advantage of the victory and pursue it were grabbed by the ankles by the dark blue tentacles protruding from the ground.

The huge sea monster that was being blocked by Archer and Rider let out an indescribable roar at this moment. All its tentacles seemed to have become alive. The hairy tentacles on the tentacles grew rapidly, and the smell of corruption flowed along the hairs on the tentacles into Menechel's muscles.

He turned the tip of the gun and broke free from the tentacles. The red and black magic power spread from the surface of Menechel's body to the surroundings, stretching out the unformed limbs and the tentacles that continuously emerged from the ground, and barely found a foothold for himself.

The numbness in his feet made Menechel stagger, but facing Berserker who stood up from the ruins, Menechel acted as if nothing had happened. However, his uncontrollable panting still betrayed his bad condition.

Minasel moved his right foot slightly, and the piercing pain made him give up his usual high-mobility tactics.

The rotten wounds oozed disgusting pus, which continued to spread to the surrounding intact skin.

"Solawu."

He called out to his Master softly, only to find that the woman's hands were already emitting a green glow, representing healing magic.

"Why, there is no cure?"

Menechel's heart sank, but Berserker rushed forward again.

The golden light flowed again, and the attack and defense alternated again.

[Defense] Status.

This episode is about to end.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 123 The First Knight and the First of the Round Table

The situation is quite bad.

If he had to use a general way to describe the current situation, Minashel could only think of the breakout from Lihe City.

The wound on his leg continued to erode Menechel's ability to move. After entering the [Defense] state, the ultra-high durability gained by sacrificing all his strength only allowed Menechel to barely fight Berserker twice.

It seems that Caster's surprise attack was just a strategic intimidation: even though Archer and Rider seemed to have some concerns and did not use their full strength against Caster's familiars, the deterrent effect of these two servants on the sirens is unquestionable.

——But why did the siren, which should have been out of control, still retain a certain degree of rationality?

None of the waving tentacles accidentally hurt Berserker.

Berserker's abnormal behavior and Caster's rampage both revealed an indescribable weirdness, just like the conspiracy in Toren's Square City, which made people shudder.

In the blink of an eye, Berserker attacked again. Menechel took a few steps forward and tried to hold the weapon in his hand. However, it was a spear in his hand instead of a heavy sword, and its thin texture put him at a disadvantage in the wrestling.

Solau's magic power is still full at this time, which is one of the few good news among countless bad news.

Thus, under the enormous pressure from Berserker, Menechel gained a brief moment of freedom at the cost of taking on Berserker's attack head-on with an attitude that almost abandoned any defensive posture.

One hand held the gun against Berserker's weapon wrapped in black mist, and the other hand unceremoniously tore off the flesh corroded by Caster's tentacles.

To ensure that the toxins that were inhibiting his body's self-healing were completely eliminated, his left leg was even dragged out to reveal a visible wound.

Large amounts of dark purple blood flowed from the wound onto the palm of his hand. The horrible poison that was enough to corrode the flesh of the heroic spirit confronted the magic power that Menachel had wrapped in his hand in advance.

Qiang Qiang——

The metals crossed each other, and the white spear was forced down. Menechel watched the ominous sword wrapped in black mist approaching him little by little.

In [Defense] mode, he couldn't even wrestle Berserker with both hands, let alone with only one hand.

He stretched out his hand and threw the flesh and skin he had grabbed at the part that might be Berserker's eyes. The blood that was brought out sank into the black mist. He just didn't know if Berserker had eyes that could be covered.

But it didn’t matter anymore—Berserker’s attack and Menechel’s slap came in equal order.

If you ask which one is more damaging, the sword or the slap, it is undoubtedly the sword. Even a slap with Caster's poison cannot withstand the sword that goes straight to the vital points.

Berserker used the gun's body to cut into the gun owner's neck from the side.

Without any fancy smoke, the plain sword strike actually hit Lancer's neck, causing even more bleeding than in his legs. The spurting blood dyed half of Menechel's body red before he fell.

Like a torn sack thrown away casually, Menachel's body flew out.

"Lancer!"

Solaw looked at this scene in disbelief, and she almost couldn't control herself and took two steps forward.

But the tentacles that rose from the ground immediately stopped her in her tracks. The woman could only watch as the tentacles tried to drag the fallen servant underground.

The roaring wheels crushed the tentacles. Rider, who had hurried back from the Siren, only had time to clear away the debris and was about to grab the ally lying on the ground, but his hand paused for a moment for some reason.

Rider missed the best chance to rescue due to a moment's hesitation. The thick black and purple acid gushing out from the Siren's mouth forced him to increase his distance.

The Command Seal in Soraw's hand flashed red, but at this moment, Berserker also approached the prone Menechel.

The dark Servant who had always given people the impression of a wild beast now displayed a quietness that was extremely inconsistent with his image. He quietly looked down at the man beneath him.

Berserker's roar suddenly stopped, but the black energy on his body became stronger. Berserker put his hand on his helmet and took it off violently.

The head armor was crushed without emotion, dark purple blood flowed from Berserker's palm, and the already extremely thin mist suddenly became restless.

As if Berserker's movements were restrained by some invisible force, the subsequent attacks that should have followed were replaced by painful struggles.

A hoarse, muddy voice uttered some extremely harsh words amidst the meaningless roars.

"Mi-nichel!!!"

Berserker uttered a single word, his voice like a demon, making it difficult to decipher what he was saying.

But Berserker's scarlet eyes revealed real anger.

——Ahh.

How could I forget?

Even if his soul is twisted, even if his faith collapses, Berserker will never forget that face.

The moment I saw it, I felt hatred without any hesitation.

That is the humiliation and despair of being used as a substitute, that is the counterfeit's dissatisfaction and anger towards the authentic one.

Between the First Knight and the First Knight of the Round Table, everyone will have the idea of ​​comparison, but everyone will finally make the comment "it's just like that".