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

I want to win no matter what, and I want to replace the genuine one no matter what—

——"Mi-nichel!!!"

"In the name of the Command Seal, Lancer——"

The voices rang out one after another, and the Command Seal in Soraw's hand exhausted its last bit of light. The bright stigma on the back of his hand showed that Soraw had given his all.

She remained on the sidelines and watched Berserker swing his weapon, striking the lancer, who seemed to be on his last legs, in the head with a fatal blow.

Even with the durability EX, even with the bonus of the Command Seal, Menechel, who had already suffered a fatal blow, would never be able to block Berserker's finishing blow.

The sword that contained all the hatred and humiliation of the Berserker easily split the earth, and even Berserker's body became unstable due to excessive force.

"Defeat Berserker!"

attack--

Failed?

Menechel leaped up, lying on his side to avoid Berserker's sword strike, while his right hand holding the gun suddenly raised up.

At the moment when the two Servants crossed each other, Berserker's face, distorted by madness, revealed a human-like doubt.

Berserker had no room to dodge, and the spear blessed by the Command Seal with the power to "destroy the enemy" pierced through Berserker's chest without any hindrance.

Berserker's eyes suddenly widened, and he let out a low roar, counterattacking fiercely with his upper body pierced. He forcibly retracted the magic sword and slashed down sideways with the posture of dying together with Menechel.

“Don’t you understand the situation yet?” Menechel exerted force with his feet, changing his previous situation where he could only be suppressed by Berserker. He held the gun with one hand and exerted force, and the powerful force directly pressed Berserker to the ground.

A wild golden light circulated around Menechel, and the wound on his leg had healed quietly.

"Now, we switch offense and defense." Menechel moved his neck, which was still bleeding profusely. He exerted force with his legs again, piercing through the tentacles that stretched out from under Berserker: "Sir Lancelot."

Gilles de Ray's siren here is a more powerful summon than the sea devil in the main story of FZ. The reason will be revealed later.

The Gunmi's ability to withstand attacks and survive is the strongest among all Minae species. The three skills strengthen the blood recovery, defense and combat continuity (see the skill card for details)

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 124: A Possibility of Missing

He estimated that he would never forget that moment for the rest of his life, no, even if he became a ghost, he would never be able to forget that scene.

The specific weather was probably a rainy day. As a defeated general, he hurriedly fled back to Camelot with the remnants of his army.

When Lancelot met the king, the kind King Arthur did not scold him as he expected. He just said in a matter-of-fact tone:

"Failure has nothing to do with you, Sir Lancelot."

Even the king's eyes did not fluctuate at all. Lancelot was very familiar with that kind of indifference.

The First Knight of the Round Table felt as if a ball of fire was stuffed into his lungs. The tearing and burning pain made Lancelot wish he could tear open his chest immediately.

Ah ah——of course he would take it for granted, because he, Lancelot, was just a substitute, and how much could he expect from a substitute?

The First Knight, the First Knight of the Round Table. Anyone would involuntarily compare these two titles.

King Arthur, she had the idea of ​​"finding a replacement" when she asked herself to take over the territory and army of Knight Menechel.

It doesn't matter. Lancelot doesn't care no matter who says it.

But why her, why her?

Guinevere, the woman he loved deeply.

"It's okay. Even that Sardisus can't handle this situation."

It's Minechel again, it's Minechel again!

He roared and shook off the woman's hand, but his overly extreme behavior caused a different kind of dispute. Guinevere immediately came up to him, and in the time it took him to do so, he attracted someone's attention.

After that, treason, infidelity, meanness, all kinds of insults fell on Lancelot like raindrops.

In this way, he would not be a substitute for anyone - Lancelot thought, but he ultimately underestimated people's pursuit of the title of "first".

——"Sure enough, all the first knights would not be willing to be inferior to King Arthur."

……

Aaa——!

Black mist rose up like a waterfall, and the scattered red eyes suddenly became solid. Berserker supported himself on the ground with both hands little by little, allowing the tip of the gun to penetrate his body.

The ground broke apart from Berserker's elbow, and Berserker's body sank along with it. However, he stubbornly raised his head and kept looking at the white spearman who was looking down at him from a high position.

The pale color doesn't blend in well with the dark background.

The white color is glaring, unbearable, and incompatible with itself.

"Mi-nichel!!!"

Berserker roared once more, his dark armor becoming tattered due to the force he exerted with his whole body.

The outer shell peeled off layer by layer, and the strong muscles and the almost distorted and hideous face were finally exposed in front of Minashel.

"It is you, Lancelot."

Menechel supported the spear with all his strength. Even though Berserker tried his best to get closer to Menechel, the spear shaft that pierced through Berserker's entire body prevented him from moving further.

There wasn't much interaction between him and Lancelot. To be honest, they were just in a superior-subordinate relationship.

But the knowledge given by the Holy Grail gave him a different kind of knowledge.

The pale white fluorescence spread from the gun barrel all the way down, and the expression on Minechel's face disappeared bit by bit.

Even though he couldn't use his Noble Phantasm, he still had the necessary means to counterattack.

"Although I already knew that Guinevere was a bad choice, I never thought that the person who made the mistake would be you."

Berserker stretched out his hand, but could not reach Menechel's body. His body was gradually submerged in the white fireflies, and hateful black flames overflowed from his red eyes.

Large amounts of blood flowed from Menechel's neck, but he continued to release his magic power as if he could not feel it, gritting his teeth and refusing to enter the [Defense] state.

Berserker's vitality was even stronger than he had imagined. Even if he risked his life and relied on the two skills he still had, Menechel could only maintain a safe distance from Berserker and retreat step by step.

At this moment, the dusk light on his body was so dim that it was almost invisible, indicating that the blessing of [Dusk Knight] was about to end.

Anyone could guess that Menechel would definitely take this opportunity to completely destroy Berserker.

"Ka-"

Berserker's movements paused at a certain moment, as if the pause button had been pressed. All resistance disappeared at this moment. Red magic power, different from Berserker's own, rose from his body, faintly covering the white magic power belonging to Menechel.

Instead of launching a counterattack, they chose to retreat while they were ahead.

This was exactly what Menechel wanted.

"Solawu!"

The excessively violent turning of his head caused more blood to be squeezed out of the wound, but the woman behind him also responded.

Command Seals. Not only Soraw, but Berserker's Master also mastered the crucial three-stroke Command Seals, which the opponent used at such an important moment.

Berserker is a Servant with no communication ability, and the opponent's Master was able to use the Command Seal at such a critical moment, which just proves that Berserker's Master was also present at the scene.

A demon bird took off into the sky, emitting the most dazzling light in a corner of the gray sky.

As Berserker's body disappeared, Menechel also transformed his spear into a spirit.

The A-level agility that comes with the charge state allows Minashel to break out of the tentacles in an instant.

The dark purple tentacles that had lost their target became sluggish for a moment, and then rapidly spread towards the three masters behind them.

Rider's chariot appeared at the right time, and the lightning under the wheels easily crushed the tentacles that tried to cut the back row.

Rider pulled up the three people and stuffed them all into the passenger seat without caring about the tank's capacity limit.

“Lancer’s Master.” Rider raised the height of the chariot to avoid more tentacles growing from the ground. He looked ahead with a serious expression and asked, “Based on Lancer’s current condition, is he really okay?”

"Menechel said he was fine."

Rider did not comment on Solau's inexplicable confidence. He silently followed Solau's instructions and caught up with Menechel.

"But Rider, is it really okay to leave Archer here alone?"

Weber glanced at the golden archer standing on the ruins with veins bulging with anger, and his tone was not without worry.

“If it’s just Caster’s summon, there’s no problem handing it over to that Gilgamesh.” Rider’s words were meaningful, and he calmly glanced at the tentacles that were tracking him from under the chariot.

Sure enough, this thing is closer to an independent life form than Caster's siren.

The light from the familiar's explosion gradually dimmed, and in the dark alley, a strange scene appeared in everyone's eyes.

Lancer kept a blood-stained smile on his face, picked up someone with one hand, and put the gun to the other person's neck.

The outline here is missing, I spent some time to make up an outline

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 125: The Second of the Three Royal Family Houses

A head-on confrontation with Berserker was definitely the worst way Menechel could think of, especially since Berserker clearly had the home advantage and Berserker's Master still had the Command Seals.

But Menechel did not trust the meaningless skill "Even If Dusk Comes" - it was not to directly avoid injuries. If Berserker's destructive power was strong enough to tear Menechel apart in an instant, then this skill would be nothing but empty talk.

Using his own life and a stroke of the Command Seal as bargaining chips, what Menechel really wanted to wait for was this moment. As long as the Master of Berserker used the Command Seal nearby, the fluctuation of magical power at that moment would definitely be discovered by the familiars that Solaw had spread out early in the morning.

Even the gambler with the worst luck will eventually win.

"No wonder she's so timid, it turns out she's just a little kid." Menechel held the purple-haired girl's collar with one hand.

His gaze shifted and suddenly glanced at the ruins of the surrounding houses.

He suddenly frowned, and crimson magic power spread from Menechel's body surface. The externalized magic power turned into wandering lightning snakes. The almost invisible flying insects in the air and the maggots that were trying to drill into Menechel's flesh and blood along his trouser legs were crushed into powder with crackling sounds.

Ignoring the Matou family's tricks, Menachel lifted the girl slightly with one hand, and reached out his other free hand directly into the ruins.

A loud roar sounded from under his feet, and a wisp of black smoke floated up into the sky through the gaps between the debris.

Walking slowly to where the black smoke was rising, Menechel already had the spear in his hand. He swept away the broken tiles floating on the surface bit by bit, and after a moment he finally found the target.

After seeing the target, Minachell raised his eyebrows instead - it was a pleasant surprise.

He was a man whose face was so charred that only his orange hair could be barely discerned. The black smoke rising from his mouth and nose seemed to indicate that he had lost all vital signs.

He stabbed the man's heart with the tip of the gun. Large amounts of blood flowed out from the wound and quickly dyed the white gun red. Minasiel picked the man up. Although his body was shriveled and his face was distorted, he was not unfamiliar with this man.

That was the serial killer that Caster rescued from him that night.

There was undisguised disgust in his eyes, and when Menachel saw the still indifferent girl out of the corner of his eye, a vicious smile appeared on his face.

Menechel moved the spear, dragging the corpse on the tip of the spear in front of the little girl.

The corpse dripping with smelly blood was facing the girl's face.

Menechel raised his head, half hiding his face in the darkness. His tone was full of unquestionable meaning. He ordered in a tone that was almost threatening: "If you don't want to end up like this, let Berserker commit suicide."

But unexpectedly, the girl just raised her head with no expression on her face except numbness.

The failed intimidation made Menechel's ferocious smile pause. He thought that the blood on his face and the aura he developed from dealing with the dead were quite oppressive.

Berserker had been forced into spirit form, and Menechel was confident that he could deliver a fatal shot before the second Command Spell was used. He really couldn't imagine how this little girl could still have the confidence under such circumstances.

"Hey, Lancer!"

Smoke and dust dispersed, and the chariot landed. The complicated situation on the chariot finally improved as Rider got off the chariot.

"Is this the Master of Berserker? She is unexpectedly small." After getting off the chariot, Rider saw the petite figure held in Minechel's hand.

However, Menechel's gaze was not on Rider at all at this moment. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked Tōsaka Tokiomi up and down.

This man, who was able to maintain his elegance even when faced with threats, now showed an unmistakable emotion on his face.

The girl, who had remained indifferent even when a gun was pointed at her neck, trembled when Tōsaka Tokiomi turned his gaze over.

Then a faint red light appeared on the back of the girl's hand.

"Berserker, commit suicide."

The girl's voice was ethereal, but just as lifeless as her face.

Berserker suddenly appeared, and white flames suddenly burned on his already dilapidated body.

Berserker suppressed a howl of pain and was consumed in the flames.