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

Menechel pursed his lips and watched Berserker disappear completely. A sense of sadness arose inexplicably.

Menachere raised his drooping eyes and glanced at the back of the girl's hand again - there was indeed no trace of the Command Seal there.

So he raised his head and looked at his Master, giving Solaw a final confirmation.

"Master?"

Solau hesitated for a few seconds and nodded slightly.

The spear used as a threat turned into spirit particles, and Menachel said casually:

"Compared to the little girl from the Tousaka family I met not long ago, the girl from the Matou family seems to be more stubborn."

Toosaka Tokiomi's body seemed to tremble, and without giving him much time to react, he saw Lancer throw the girl in his hand to Solaw.

"Master, please help her heal."

He glanced at Tōsaka Tokiomi, who secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and curled the corners of his mouth downwards.

He knew that he was despicable now.

The most urgent task now is to remove Caster, and it is not yet time to liquidate Archer.

……

Kiritsugu Emiya originally wanted to find an abandoned warehouse as a base for setting up sniper rifles to snipe the masters of Lancer and Archer who appeared, but when this well-informed man saw the tragic scene of Mion River, he gave up this tempting idea.

The huge sea monster in the Mion River was completely different from what Emiya Kiritsugu had expected. Compared with the monsters that stretched as far as the eye could see, the sea monster in the Einzbern Castle could even be called petite.

The man observed Archer's actions through a scope. This enemy, who had shown great strength on the first night of the Holy Grail War, paused his attack at this moment.

The golden servant showed obvious displeasure on his face, and he tilted his head to glance at Caster below.

Has the effectiveness of the Command Seals worn off? Emiya Kiritsugu guessed so. He once did a psychological profile of Archer. Only a derivative of the Command Seals that was regarded as a miracle could make such a proud king lower himself to attack Caster.

The siren roared without any obstruction, and its spreading speed increased sharply, and it was approaching the residential area where Kiritsugu Emiya was.

Emiya Kiritsugu lowered his eyelids, somewhat unwilling to accept the ending of gaining nothing - if he had known this would happen, there would have been no need to completely tear the fig leaf off from Saber.

But now was not the time to think about these things. Emiya Kiritsugu took a deep breath and tried to put the deal proposed by Matou Zouken out of his mind.

It's time for Saber, who is on standby, to take action.

At this moment, the roar of thunder and lightning came from far away and swept over his head at a high speed.

That is--

——Rider?

Without giving Emiya Kiritsugu time to hesitate, Rider's deep and majestic voice sang at a volume close to a roar:

"The King's Army (Ionioi Hetairoi)!"

A flash of white light appeared and covered half of the Weiyuan River as if clearing the area.

Judging from Kiritsugu's character design, he is the type who would sacrifice a small number of people to save a larger number of people, so he should be able to sacrifice the residents of the Mion River in exchange for his victory in the Holy Grail War... right? (Personal opinion only)

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 126 The End of Weiyuanchuan

Theoretically speaking, except for classes like Archer that have the ability to act independently, other servants will be forced to withdraw once they lose their Master's magic.

But at this moment, even though Caster's master was completely dead, the huge sea monster that looked extremely energy-consuming still had no intention of leaving. On the contrary, its actions were even more agitated than before.

Rider was looking down at the scene from above. His expression did not change at all, but Menechel could read a heavy meaning in it.

“Hey, Lancer.” Rider’s chariot circled in the air but did not land. He turned to his ally standing on the chariot and said solemnly, “If you use your Noble Phantasm with all your strength, can you destroy Caster in one fell swoop?”

Menechel hesitated for about two seconds, then looked at Sorawu and spoke after obtaining his consent: "My Noble Phantasm can only exert its full destructive power when used against a large number of enemies."

As he spoke, Minachell took another look at the tentacles that had regenerated very quickly after being torn off by the wheels, and added:

"If I want to destroy an enemy of that level in one fell swoop, leaving no trace behind, I'll need at least five hundred... I might even have to completely unleash my Noble Phantasm."

Tohsaka Tokiomi's eyes lit up as he listened quietly. But before the "East Wood Spiritual Vein Manager" could think about it, Minachell's next words followed immediately: "Let's not talk about this almost impossible enemy goal. It's impossible for Solau and I to do it in our current state."

It's not that there is no way out at all, but that requires the activation of the third command spell. Given Soraw's personality, he is generally unwilling to devote himself to such a thankless task.

"That's it."

Rider did not say much. He controlled the chariot to gradually lower its altitude until the tentacles extending from the ground could reach the chariot. Then the man spoke again: "I can hold this guy back for now. While you are here, find a way to eliminate Caster."

After speaking, Rider paused and turned to Waver: "I will leave a herald with you. Please tell him if you have anything."

The chariot, with all the outsiders cleared away, rose into the sky again with rumbling thunder. The white light curtain, with the chariot as the core, covered almost half of the sky of Weiyuanchuan.

The collision of the restless and burning magic power created a visual blind spot that made it almost impossible to open one's eyes.

When the vision was restored again, the bank of the Weiyuan River, which had just looked like a devil's cave, had lost the figure of the giant sea monster, and along with it, a large area of ​​mud on the river bank had also disappeared.

Tōsaka Tokiomi immediately showed a thoughtful look.

Is the secret that Rider has been hiding until now the [Inherent Barrier]?

Ignoring terrain and pulling enemies into your own mental world, this can effectively limit the Siren's pollution of the surrounding area.

Ignoring Waver, who had become extremely worried because he was also driven down, Minasel turned his attention to the only outsider at the scene:

"Hey, Toosaka." Minesher's face was clearly unhappy, and his tone became unusually bad with the corners of his mouth turned down. He raised his chin and pointed to the particularly conspicuous golden-red airship in the sky: "Doesn't your servant claim to be omniscient and omnipotent? He should be able to come up with a weapon that can kill Caster with one blow, right?"

"I'm sorry, Lancer." Tōsaka Tokiomi gave a bitter smile. He slightly revealed the back of his hand, which was identical to Solaw's with only one Command Seal left on it.

"Ah, so that's how it is." Menechel showed a look of understanding. It seemed that Tōsaka Tokiomi and his Servant were not on the same page.

I thought I could take this opportunity to see Archer's strongest Noble Phantasm, but in the end, that golden flash just threw a few weapons symbolically.

“Now is not the time to talk about this. Rider can’t hold on for much longer.” Waver suddenly spoke up, but received a look from Minachell that showed no emotion.

"If it really comes to that, let Rider retreat first. Someone will be forced to take action anyway."

Tōsaka Tokiomi gritted his teeth and decided that if the time really came, he would have to use the third stroke of the Command Seal.

Just letting Caster slaughter innocent citizens just to gain the final victory... Is that worthy of being that evil ghost?

Solau was somewhat tempted by Lancer's proposal, but she clearly saw that Menechel's hand was still tightly holding the spear.

Find a way to kill Caster with one strike? It's impossible now without Archer taking action - so when it really comes to the last moment, he will have to take the lead.

But the feeling of having to take action on behalf of Archer made Menachere quite uncomfortable - if the enemy was not Caster, whom he had long been determined to eliminate, perhaps Menachere would really let him continue to do whatever he wanted.

Suddenly, Menechel raised his eyes and saw a magical force that was extremely familiar to him slowly approaching from a distance.

In the misty water, Saber was seen walking towards this side from the water surface. The golden king sword was not hidden at this time, and the faint light dispelled the coldness in the night.

"Sorry, I'm late." Saber's eyes were slightly evasive when she said this, but she immediately revealed her stern look again.

She looked around at the people around her, her eyes finally fixed on Waver's face, and tightened the sword in her hand: "My Master has told me the general situation, leave the rest to me, my Noble Phantasm can destroy Caster."

Waver flinched slightly under Altria's gaze, but the boy still nodded and said, "I'll let Rider cooperate with you."

Altria nodded slightly to Waver, she held the hilt of the sword with both hands, slowly closed her eyes, and golden magic particles rose from all directions and finally merged into the sword body called the Sword of Promised Victory.

The Noble Phantasm is released.

Menechel pulled Solau back a few steps, and Waver belatedly summoned the herald left behind by Rider.

The golden light gradually became clearer, and with the tip of the sword as the starting point, a beam of light reached straight into the sky.

The violent shaking like an earthquake made the scene in front of my eyes a little blurry. Clods of earth mixed with a nauseating stench fell from the sky. The moonlight shining through the gaps between the dark clouds was completely blocked by something.

At this moment, Altria opened her eyes as if she sensed something.

He took a light step forward and swung his sword—

The beam of light roared, tearing through the air and crashing straight into the unknown creature in the sky that was falling into the water because it couldn't fly.

The surging torrent of light illuminated the night sky and enveloped everything in the siren's final howl.

The moment lasted only a moment, and Menachel was a little dazed as he bathed in the golden light emitted by the boiling magic power.

There was a sound of thunder in his ears, and Rider's chariot came to a stop beside Menechel with a strong wind.

Facing the light curtain, Rider's face did not show any sign of relaxation. He seemed to be muttering to himself:

"Even if the past I created is denied, I won't get annoyed or angry. Lancer, what do you desire?"

Menichel also stared at the light curtain. His breathing became a little disordered, but at least his facial expression was normal.

“Rider, this has nothing to do with you.” He said, and suddenly closed his eyes: “I don’t like others to explore my past.”

Whether you laugh at it or sympathize with it, it's disgusting.

Sorry, I spent an afternoon revising this one but I’m still not satisfied with it, but this is already the third version and I don’t know how to revise it.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 127 Dark History and Knights

The strange dim light seemed to cover everything in sight with a thin barrier.

Amid the occasional flickering black spots, only a candlelight makes people feel a little more at ease.

The weak candlelight just barely illuminated the table and the figure in front of it - both his temperament and demeanor were much more decadent than the knight in memory, but at least he could be identified.

But at this moment, the other person was writing something, and messy debris was scattered on the ground due to the man's overly violent movements.

The view was suddenly zoomed in, and among the yellowed and old scraps of paper was a long string of almost unrecognizable Old English. The symbols waved wantonly in the ferocious handwriting, seeming more to vent the frustration in the heart than to convey information.

The distorted fonts and messy paper scraps were intertwined. This should have been a text that no one except the person involved could understand, but Solau was surprised to find that he could actually understand it:

【Altria】

This was a name that Solau recognized. It seemed to be Saber's nickname. He suppressed his curiosity and continued to read:

[I am sure that you are tolerant of me, but now I am increasingly confused about the source of this peculiarity]

[Is the reason for your special treatment because I am Britain's national knight, or is it to give an explanation to myself before I became king, or is it just for me?]

[I can no longer judge]

When the last stroke was made, the knight sitting at the desk stared at the letter in his hand with a dull look in his eyes. His expression did not change at all, but it made people feel uneasy for no reason.

Solau watched as Menechel held the letter in his hand but hesitated to tear it up. She suddenly felt depressed.

At this moment, Lancer was like a dark cloud that had been squeezed for a long time. It was on the verge of breaking, but it could not find a gap to release the pressure.

Before the cloud completely turned into a storm, the small room was abruptly pushed away, and the cold wind outside and the not-so-bright light poured into the airtight house together.

The light stopped in front of the desk, and Menechel, clad in darkness, turned to the messenger knight who opened the door.

"Lord Menachere, Lihe City sent a letter asking for help, saying that the enemy is about to break through the city!"

The letter was slammed on the table, and the knight who had been hiding himself in the dim candlelight put on a head armor that looked as hideous as a devil.

He took a step forward, and the fully armed white knight did not show any abnormality at all: "I understand."

The flashing picture came to an abrupt end here, and the squeezing feeling like running water against broken rocks quickly stripped away all consciousness of the onlookers.

There was no one around her. The girl from the Matou family whom Lancer brought back last night was not lying next to her. Instead, the sound of the morning news was coming from the TV. Carefully distinguishing the words "Miyuan River" and "gas leak" in the host's words gave Solau a sense of returning to reality.

Even Solaw felt a little tired after the huge consumption of magic power last night, not to mention that he did not get enough rest.

The sunlight filtering through the gaps in the curtains told Solawu that she could no longer sleep. She could only stare blankly at the back of her hand with lifeless eyes. After a while, she seemed to have finally come to her senses from her dream and gathered the hair that was blocking her forehead behind her head.

"That was Lancer's past..." Solau muttered to himself as he recalled the vivid dream just now.

From the few words in the dream, it can roughly infer the time - [Battle of the City of Lihe]. This was the starting point when Menechel surrendered and raised the banner of rebellion against King Arthur, and it was also Menechel's last and craziest period.

"That letter, too..."

"You're awake, Master." Lancer's voice sounded at the right time, interrupting Solau's soliloquy.

Solaw, who was caught by the person involved, was visibly stiff for a moment. She raised her head and looked at the white-haired spearman who was looking back at her with a strange expression.

Seeing the familiar face again, Solau felt dazed, but that perfect smile made Solau unable to connect the person in front of him with the White Knight in his dream who seemed to be suffering from a huge split.

For some unknown reason, Solaw suddenly spoke up: "Lancer, I want to go shopping in the Dongmu market today."

Solau's sudden request made the opposing spearman obviously surprised, and the perfect smile on his face became unnatural for a moment, but surprisingly, Minashel did not refuse.

"To ensure safety, I will come along too."

……