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

But when it finally hit the ground, the corrupt liquid quickly spread. Artoria endured the severe pain and expanded the Wind King's barrier with all her strength for the third time.

But it only lasted for a moment before it was once again consumed by the black creature in front of it.

Taking advantage of this slight opportunity, Altria jumped onto a nearby tree again. She looked down at the black liquid flowing under her feet.

"In that case, then you can try mine..."

Altria's words came to an abrupt end. She was silent for a moment and put down her sword. This time she did not attempt to fight back.

“Saber, you…” Irisviel smiled bitterly. She saw Saber’s struggle just now: “You don’t have to worry about me.”

Altria pursed her lips and said nothing, her eyes were only focused on the castle of Einzbern.

As long as we send Einzbern to that place, we can -

The fantasy in her mind was shattered. Directly opposite Artoria, the black liquid began to gather and gradually formed a dilapidated stone pillar, blocking Artoria's entire way.

Altria turned around hurriedly, but found that there were no normal trees around her where she could stand without her noticing. Purple strange fleshy vines were climbing up from the bottom of the trees in circles.

Dozens of tentacles stabbed at Altria at the same time, almost like an entanglement, forcing her to hide here and there, resisting the attacks while being careful not to hurt Irisviel.

"Put me down."

"Do not."

Irisviel felt the sticky blood on her face, so she spoke again, "Put me down, Saber."

"I do not!"

The tone was extremely resolute, but Irisviel could sense the feeling of a spent force.

She was the one who dragged Saber down.

Irisviel was extremely sure, but she couldn't convince this stubborn girl.

"Try to communicate with Kiritsugu, Saber. If it's him, there will definitely be a way."

Kiritsugu, if it were you, you would understand, right?

……

Emiya Kiritsugu saw it very clearly.

It is impossible to escape with the interference of "that guy".

But what a joke.

That unclean thing turned out to be the Holy Grail.

The agreement between him and Zouken Matou was far from as simple as Zouken Matou said, and that was why Kiritsugu Emiya was absolutely certain at this moment that the creature in front of him that had absorbed Caster's spirit was the projection of the Holy Grail.

And with this amount of magical energy in reserve——those killed by Caster probably couldn't escape the clutches of Matou Zouken.

Such a question flashed through Emiya Kiritsugu's mind, but was soon buried by other more important things.

Is the Holy Grail in front of me really normal?

This ominous thing that can only convey the feeling of ruin and death from any angle is a lie that has deceived all magi - it is useless except for its powerful magic power. In fact, Emiya Kiritsugu has a premonition that if this thing is allowed to fully descend, the entire Touki might be assimilated.

We have to destroy it here!

Emiya Kiritsugu raised his bloodshot eyes, but the darkening night could not block his sight towards the battlefield.

Even though it has not yet fully arrived, this is definitely not something Saber can handle under normal circumstances.

Noble Phantasm, must use Noble Phantasm!

Emiya Kiritsugu looked at the Command Seal in his hand, his teeth sinking deeply into his lower lip without him realizing it, and the pain of being cut filled the heart of the individual named Emiya Kiritsugu.

Excalibur

As long as Saber unleashes a full-strength attack, the Holy Grail before her will be completely destroyed. However, this sure-fire treasure has an extremely harsh prerequisite - the user must hold it with both hands before it can be released.

But at this moment, Saber was holding his wife Irisviel in his other hand.

If he left Irisviel in that place, even for a moment, she would surely die. If he really did that, it would be tantamount to putting his wife to death.

Emiya Kiritsugu covered his eyes with his hands, not wanting to watch any further, but at this moment, Saber reconnected with him for the first time in a long time.

[Saber, how is the battle going?]

His voice and body were cold, but Emiya Kiritsugu closed his eyes involuntarily.

The answer comes to mind before the question is asked.

He did not listen to Saber's reply. At the moment when the causal line finally became completely quiet, Emiya Kiritsugu opened his eyes.

【Release the Noble Phantasm】

These four simple words almost exhausted all of Emiya Kiritsugu's strength - he knew what this meant, he was going to strangle his wife's life with his own hands.

〖Wait, Emiya Kiritsugu, if that’s the case—〗

Emiya Kiritsugu violently severed the connection with his Servant.

He struggled to stretch out a hand, on which the second Command Spell began to shine.

“In the name of the Command Seal, my Servant, Saber—”

I'm sorry, Irisviel...

"Release the Noble Phantasm!"

Well, the old bug can be understood as the carrier of the Demon Pillar.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 134: The Unsolvable Prelude to the End

Her voice became hoarse from shouting too much, but even so, Artoria was unwilling to stop. Her dark blue pupils were full of bloodshot. The great sadness of having abandoned the person she was protecting beat against Artoria's heart over and over again.

Finally, the golden light shone again on the royal sword she held, but unlike the attack on Caster, the magic of holy gold this time did not bring a sense of security to people. The attack, which was purely born out of Altria's will for revenge, left only the purest destructive power under the interpretation of the surrounding hell-like scenery.

The surging black fluid seemed to ignore this scene. They rolled and leaped, and as if in a provocation, they wrapped around Irisviel's just-sunk body in front of Altria.

The white-haired young woman was powerless to resist. Her body slowly fell down as if sinking into a swamp. The black filth covered her body bit by bit, until finally, only a pair of red eyes were left looking back at the trembling Altria. Her lips opened and closed as if to say something else, but only black ripples were left.

The long-awaited treasure was finally fully charged. At this time, Altria's eyes were fixed on the black figure, and a layer of dark red magic was draped on her shoulders like a coat.

"Excalibur!"

Almost impatiently, the holy golden torrent of magic wrapped in the dark red shell roared and charged forward, while the slender black figure did not dodge or even summon defensive tentacles.

Under Artoria's gaze, the golden magic beam engulfed the target in an instant, but the expected scene of the magic ball being detonated did not happen. Artoria could not help but widen her eyes, and the anger in her eyes was gradually replaced by astonishment.

From her perspective, the tall and thin black figure passed straight through the golden light like a false phantom. The light column, having lost its target, lost its momentum and was surrounded by layers of black chains that pierced from the black shadow. It shrank and disappeared, failing to emit even a trace of brilliance.

Altria could hardly believe her eyes. The treasure she was so proud of didn't even have the effect of repelling the enemy. But soon she didn't have time to think about it - she only felt her feet sink, and something invisible was trying to pull her down.

Only then did Artoria realize that without her noticing, her body was covered with black fluid, which occasionally spit bubbles upwards. No matter how Artoria struggled, she could not escape from the quagmire. More and more black mud twisted and climbed up her legs, covering her armor and gauntlets, and finally submerging the king's sword that was always shining.

Altria's body sank deeper and deeper. A feeling of powerlessness exploded from the bottom of her heart and quickly spread throughout her body. The strength flowed out like water along the black mud covering her body.

A faint red light shone around Artoria - it was the support from Emiya Kiritsugu's Command Seals, but unlike the immediate effects of the past, this time the Command Seals only gave Artoria a little strength. After almost using up all her strength, Artoria desperately raised the hand holding the Royal Sword, but the greater attraction pulled her body and made it impossible for her to move.

As if her previous attack had "fed" the opponent, the black shadow was unusually quiet at this time, without any move to stop, but just stared at Altria obediently with those two red dots that looked like eyes, like a predator watching its prey's dying struggle.

Until the silent death, until the darkness completely swallowed up the halo, until Altria's golden hair completely disappeared.

The deep quagmire finally showed some ripples, and the dark shadow standing above the quagmire remained silent.

【Advent, Insufficient】

[Difference, three...two]

The thin black figure gradually expanded outwards, and its body color gradually changed from black to a layer of red, and finally evolved into the purest white.

Large patches of black filth accompanied its silent transformation, spreading towards the top of the city little by little as if it had escaped from gravity.

Unknown whispers lingered in the sky above the forest that was originally the Einzbern's stronghold. Everything within sight was distorted and collapsed, and finally completely merged into the black quagmire, becoming part of the malice.

So, peace returned.

……

Cut off from all light and heat, blocked from the past and the future, only the real feeling of falling accompanies the body.

But at a certain moment, Altria did feel her body hitting the ground.

Rather than falling from an abyss, this gentle force was more like rolling on the grass and having the dust brushed off by Minachell, so that one did not feel any pain at all.

Like being reflected in a mirror, Altria saw another self. No, it was closer to another self than a reflection.

She watched herself draw out the royal sword, she watched herself establish her capital at Wangling, she watched herself build the holy city, and she watched knights from all directions come to join her.

The territory was recovered, the rebels were defeated, and glory was restored.

Ah, that was exactly her ideal life. She looked at the Knights of the Round Table surrounding her, she looked at the common people lining the streets to welcome her, and she looked at her peaceful hometown.

For some reason, the tip of her nose suddenly felt sore, and she vaguely realized something.

In the next moment, all the illusions were shattered, and the smell of blood and rust hit me in the face.

Altria stood on a dilapidated and lifeless hill, watching her homeland burning in flames from afar. The blood-stained spear in her hand dripped drops of blood that had not yet dried.

——Finally returned here

She heard her own voice in her ears and turning her head, she saw a knight in red and white armor.

"Sir Mordred. You are not qualified to be king."

"Who cares about that! Arthur! In your heart, what do you think of Menechel? A tool to be discarded after use? A fool who can be abandoned at any time? He is not a traitor. You know this better than anyone else! Obviously, Menechel once respected you so much!"

"You are King Arthur of Britain. Isn't it very easy for you to clear his name?"

The heart-wrenching cries and the piercing questions gradually devoured and overwhelmed Altria's inner defenses.

She stepped back in fear, but Mordred kept moving forward until her chest was against Altria's spear. Even so, Mordred did not pause: "Yes, you are King Arthur of Britain. The sin he carries forever is nothing compared to what you have saved!"

"How can I maintain my dignity and status as a king by clearing the name of a dead traitor and making the truth known to the public?"

Altria shook her head. The calmness she had maintained on her face was shattered by fear. She turned pale, and her hair was disheveled, stained with blood or some other liquid, with spots of black.

In front of her, Mordred's face gradually twisted, and the face that was originally similar to her completely turned into another her. "Altria" showed a smile full of mockery and contempt:

"Then let me ask you—"

"——Between the stability of the country and Menechel, which one do you want?"

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Chapter 135: The Unsolvable Final Concerto

The Einzbern House, or rather the territory originally known as the Einzbern Castle, is now filled with corruption and chaos, like a hell isolated from the human world.

Emiya Kiritsugu held the highest point of the castle with one hand, gazing at the black fractured marks on the horizon. It was a doomsday-like scene, the night sky was dyed red with a layer of blood, and near the new moon in the sky, dark purple malice flew out upside down from the gap in the sky, and large pieces of black malice flowed out from it, pouring down on the land of Touki like a waterfall.

Just by looking at it, Kiritsugu Emiya felt an inexplicable dizziness. When Kiritsugu Emiya looked away with difficulty, he found that his hands had loosened unconsciously, and the whole person fell uncontrollably into the black filth that had risen to the edge of the castle.

The thick black fluid flowed through Kiritsugu Emiya's mouth, nose, and even the gaps between his eyes into his body, depriving him of his life force bit by bit.

This is what he is looking for, the miracle of the Holy Grail -

At this moment, Emiya Kiritsugu only felt the extreme irony that he had lost everything for this kind of thing.

The sticky malice was like a pair of hands, firmly clinging to every corner of Kiritsugu Emiya's body, constantly dragging Kiritsugu Emiya's broken body.

Emiya Kiritsugu reluctantly opened his eyes with a gurgling sound like someone being pulled out of the water.

At the intersection of light and shadow, there was a familiar figure with his back to the light, as if ignoring the malicious quagmire around him, walking towards Emiya Kiritsugu as if walking on flat ground.

Emiya Kiritsugu could only catch a blurry silhouette due to his near-complete loss of vision, but his overly eye-catching height made his numb brain react.

It was Saber who had disappeared in the mud earlier.

Yes, this concentration of magic power might be a deadly poison to humans, but it is nothing to a spirit like Saber who is made up of magic power.

There was a glimmer of light in Emiya Kiritsugu's eyes again. As long as Saber destroyed the embryo of the Holy Grail, Toumi would still have hope.

He opened his mouth, wanting Saber to ignore him, but just as he opened his mouth, large pieces of black filth surged into his mouth.

His breathing became increasingly difficult, and his consciousness gradually faded. At the end of Emiya Kiritsugu's sight, Saber finally walked slowly towards him step by step, but the King of Knights did not make any move, and just watched quietly.