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

These coincidences were his only way to survive.

Amakusa Shiro clearly remembered the mockery in Saber's eyes when he looked directly into her red eyes.

"A vile victory"

——Ah, I don’t object to that. Even if it’s a despicable victory, even if I’m despised by all of humanity and sentenced to crimes against humanity, I still want to rely on the Holy Grail to save all of humanity.

Something as cruel as war and something as bloody and terrifying as fighting will be buried in the torrent of time along with individual consciousness.

While he was half asleep, Shiro Amakusa felt something cold on his face. He tried to open his eyes and saw Assassin's drooping face. He was lying on Assassin's legs.

"You're acting like a little kid, Master. Are you having a nightmare again?"

Assassin's words were gentle, as if he was really coaxing a child. However, this abnormal behavior made Amakusa Shiro feel a little uneasy.

"Could it be that he just showed an embarrassing expression unconsciously?"

"Just a little tired." Amakusa Shiro sat up, and Assassin did not stop him, but just looked at his master quietly.

"Saber's Command Seals have been successfully transplanted, but can her body handle supplying the magic power of four Servants at the same time?"

"There's nothing we can do about it." Amakusa Shiro gave Assassin a helpless smile: "If I could, I wouldn't even want to abandon Black Caster."

When letting Black Caster attack the castle of Yugdomireya, Shiro Amakusa never expected that the other party would come back alive. Shiro Amakusa only wanted to prevent the Black Servant from interfering with his capture of Red Saber.

Of course, if possible, Shiro Amakusa still hopes that "Adam" can destroy the black side's artificial human base.

"Is that little girl so important?"

Facing Assassin's question, Amakusa Shiro's mouth curled up slightly: "Of course, I plan to use her to deal with Black Saber's third sword."

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Chapter 182: The dead pilot applies to fight

Gold put his hat on straight, but even the largest size helmet still made the fat on his face bulge inward.

'The hat has shrunk again.'

Gold couldn't help thinking, he opened the aircraft's stance compartment, and at the same time, he vigilantly used his body to block Minashel's sight that was vaguely looking over here. He didn't want to die before accomplishing his great cause.

He called Minesher over in advance to say goodbye, not to go to the end with Minesher.

With his view blocked by Gold, Minechel made a dissatisfied "tsk" sound, but this time he really had no intention of occupying the cab. In order to cope with the upcoming battle, he had to conserve his energy as much as possible.

But when he saw Gold stuffing himself into the cab, he couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Gold, you really need to lose weight."

Gold did not respond to Minechel's ridicule, but he remembered his youthful years of losing weight and the pain behind those years, and he shuddered.

"Then I will make a wish directly to the Holy Grail to make me determined to lose weight."

"It would be better if you just wish to lose half your weight."

"Idiot, what's my life?" Gold yelled angrily while adjusting the performance of the plane to ensure that it would not fall down in the middle of the flight: "I should wish to make you double your weight."

"It's okay, it's okay. Anyway, the mission of my body has been fulfilled by then. You can only affect an empty shell."

Listening to Menechel's words, Gold could not help but fall silent. No matter what the outcome was, Saber would not be able to survive.

——Using the lives of his companions to pave the way for his own victory, is this really what a knight should do?

Thinking of this, Gold looked at the Command Seal on the back of his hand, and felt that the only remaining stroke of the bright red spell seemed to be burning his soul. He used his other hand to take out the knight's medal inherited from his family that was placed against his heart, and looking at the blue and white lines, his hands gradually clenched.

"You still carry this thing with you." Minesher saw the Knight's Medal in Gold's hand and couldn't help but curl his lips slightly: "You're not afraid that it will be damaged by the enemy on the battlefield."

"If the enemy gets this close, I'll have to die myself. It's better to let the family keepsake be buried with me."

"I can see that you really treasure this thing." Menechel stroked his chin thoughtfully. "I received all the honors a knight could get during my lifetime. In the end, I left the knight class and became the lord class that I hated the most in the beginning."

Minachell smacked his lips and said, "It's a pity that I don't have any medals, otherwise I would definitely hire you to clean the toilet for a large sum of money."

"Did you get your medal of knighthood by sweeping toilets?"

Gold was immediately furious when his pain point was touched. He did not get off the plane after adjusting it, waiting for the arrival of the others. Taking advantage of his high position, Gold said: "The Knight's Medal is a symbol of knightly honor, and a reward for the victorious knight..."

At the end, Gold's voice unconsciously weakened. He suddenly remembered that the Saber in front of him was the Undefeated Knight.

Menechel kept a smile on his face, waiting for Gold's last words to fall.

"Before stepping onto the battlefield, one should be prepared to die. Whether you are an ordinary soldier, a knight, or a commander, it is for this reason that the surviving knight is awarded the honor of the Knight's Medal." Menechel's eyes were empty, as if he was reminiscing about the distant past, but the next moment a fierce light flashed in his eyes: "Victory is only the result, it does not look at the process. In order to achieve the goal of victory, anyone under my command can die, including myself - this is the secret of my constant victory."

It is just like this that a kind person cannot command an army.

Gold frowned as he looked at Menechel. He knew what Menechel meant by saying this to him. He put the Knight's Medal back on his body, but there was still some hesitation in his eyes.

Obviously, he could have used Saber as a tool without any scruples at the beginning, but now he was hesitant.

Seeing Gold's expression, Menechel couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. It was a taboo for the army to lose morale before the battle. So he slapped Gold's shoulders with both hands, much stronger than usual, causing Gold to grimace in pain.

"Don't tarnish my determination to die, idiot!"

"Since you are my commander, at least act like a knight."

Gold looked at Menechel, closed his eyes, and nodded very lightly. After a long time, he opened his eyes again. This time he looked at Menechel and nodded again.

"Then start it. I can already hear other people's footsteps."

……

The Master was captured, and he could only humiliate himself and become a pawn of his former enemy.

Mordred didn't care about the Command Spells at all. She just wanted to die. Anyway, she didn't want to be a subordinate of the gloomy assassin who had the same temperament as Morgan.

But what really made Mordred hesitate was what the unscrupulous priest said:

"Your Master is not dead, he just fell into a coma like the other Masters of the Red Side. I can swear that if you are willing to fight the Black Side's Servants for me, I will release your Master."

——Who knows how many times the other party has said this? Maybe Red Rider and Red Archer were deceived by such despicable means.

But she couldn't really ignore Lion Jie Jieli just for her own temporary pleasure... After all, he was her first citizen, and his importance was no less than Kai to his father.

And this is not the first time he has done this, serving under the enemy in order to protect important people.

Mordred clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction and looked at a star that was gradually getting bigger in the distant sky.

That was not a star, but a flying vehicle speeding towards this side.

“Hey, Saber.” At this time, Achilles, who was yawning on the other side, also noticed the enemy approaching. His face was full of a playful smile: “Can you really go all out against your teacher... How about trying to switch opponents? To be honest, I don’t want to fight my teacher either.”

"Huh? What nonsense are you talking about? No way!" Mordred refused without even thinking about it, and challenged him back: "Only people who are not well-trained will be timid, right?"

Achilles didn't care. He muttered and looked at the red Archer who was quietly wiping his bow.

“Well, Black Saber will come to me after he gets rid of you anyway… Then I’ll have to trouble you to help me deal with Black Archer.”

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Chapter 183 You two masters and apprentices are against us

The plane circled close to the surface of the Sky Garden, as if confirming the Red Army's layout.

Red Rider and Red Archer exchanged glances, and the next moment Achilles flew quickly towards the low altitude where the plane was. The javelin in his hand gradually emitted a faint green light, but before Achilles could get close to the plane, a beam of arrows hidden in the green light quietly approached the side of the plane.

The rustling sound of the arrow was hidden in the wild air currents caused by Achilles' running, and could not be distinguished by the naked eye in the dark night sky. Even the best pilots could not avoid this attack - and this was indeed the case. The plane still maintained a circling posture, but the arrow was intercepted in the air.

The black Archer stood on the wing of the plane and slowly released the bow. His eyes were filled with blue light. He shot several arrows in succession, intercepting the red Archer's arrows while also blocking Achilles' path.

After being nearly shot through the heel several times in a row, Achilles had to forcibly change his route and evacuate to the side. Before Achilles could gain a firm foothold, Black Archer jumped off the wing and landed exactly where Achilles was.

It should be said that Chiron was always Achilles' teacher who was both a father and a friend. As soon as he landed on the ground, he mercilessly hooked his opponent's ankle. However, Achilles was obviously prepared for the situation. Even though his body had not yet stood still, he relied on muscle memory to lift his foot and dodge the kick.

Red Archer Atalanta frowned slightly upon seeing this, and subconsciously raised her bow to remotely support Achilles, but the strong air current passing over her head forced her to give up the idea.

He immediately entered spirit form to avoid the plane that suddenly rushed towards him without any regard. However, the plane ignored Atalanta and crashed into Mordred who was waiting beside Red Archer.

Mordred narrowed her eyes and slightly raised the sword in her hand. Red lightning formed between her swords. But before Mordred could chop the sword at the oncoming flying object, the plane suddenly rose up.

Mordred's eyes instantly met the shining taillights of the plane.

He narrowed his eyes subconsciously, but the next moment Mordred felt his sword sink, as if something heavy was pressing on it.

This strange feeling was fleeting, and then Mordred's hands felt lighter, and her chest and abdomen felt hot. She felt as if she was flying and her body's center of gravity suddenly lost balance.

Mordred's body splattered large amounts of blood and flew backwards, finally falling heavily to the ground.

The culprit who caused all this fell back to the ground slowly. Menechel stretched his muscles, but he did not relax his vigilance and kept an eye on the center of the flying dust.

Sure enough, at a certain moment, a ray of light suddenly flashed in the darkness, and then this ray of light quickly rushed out from the smoke and dust and headed straight towards Menasheel.

He slightly shifted his body and raised his sword to block the incoming blade.

Clang——

A long echoing sound rang out, and Menechel exerted force with his hands, forcing Mordred back.

"A reckless attack. What would you do if I chose to trade injuries with you?"

As he spoke, Menechel took the initiative to approach Mordred. Mordred also resisted with his sword, gritting his teeth and not being repelled this time.

"And the fact is that you didn't do that."

Mordred took the time to look up and gave Menechel a feral smile. She knew a thing or two about Menechel's Noble Phantasm - an attack that could not be defended against. However, when Menechel chose to respond to an attack with an attack, it would also mean that he himself was in a defenseless state.

If it was the first time that Mordred met Menechel, she would not have dared to be so hesitant. But when she met Menechel again, the feeling he gave Mordred was completely different - the aura emanating from Menechel was much weaker at this time, and closer to the image of the lord in her memory.

"That's true."

Minasel seemed to be at ease. He kept pressing down, applying force bit by bit. At this moment, he even had the leisure to talk.

Not using the Noble Phantasm did not mean that Menechel was letting himself go, but that he had to stay in good shape. He was not having a one-on-one duel with Mordred, he had to stay in good shape to deal with the next match or even the next two matches.

——"Whether it's Red Rider or Red Saber, I'm not sure of winning."

This is what the Black Archer Chiron said. All he could do was to fight for Menechel's chance to have a one-on-one duel with the Red Servant.

"But even so, the gap between you and me cannot be made up in this way!"

Menchel suddenly exerted force, and the red thunder instantly rose as his voice fell, and there was even a tendency to wrap up Menchel.

But faced with the sudden increase in force in her hands, Mordred still showed no sign of retreating. Her face became a little hideous due to the distortion caused by excessive force. She held her sword tightly and looked at Menechel without fear.

"Don't act like you know me so well, you idiot teacher!"

As if to vent all the dissatisfaction in his heart, Mordred raised his sword and suddenly exerted force to block Menechel's sword.

Atalanta, who was hiding in the dark, also seized the opportunity to release the bowstring, and the arrow flew across the night sky and went straight into Menechel's side.

This is not the end yet. Several more arrows came one after another, but they were blocked to one side as if they had hit an invisible wall.

Atalanta straightened up and sneered at Ruler who suddenly inserted himself into the center of the battlefield.

"I didn't expect you to work with Black."

As if she was used to Menechelle's sarcastic taunts, Ruler didn't feel anything at all when facing Atalanta's sneer. She even responded very calmly: "Well, I didn't expect that as the top heroes of Greece, you and Red Rider would choose to help Amakusa Shiro Tokisada."

When Atalanta heard Ruler's response, she showed a rare look of embarrassment on her face. She bared her teeth and showed a look of dissatisfaction: "I hope your mouth can maintain this hardness when you are torn apart."

……

After delivering all the combat servants, the plane flew much faster than at the beginning. Gold looked down with some concern but did not say much. His face did not look very good at this moment, as if he was holding back something.

'All we need to do now is observe the situation on the battlefield...'

Before his thoughts could be realized, a golden light suddenly appeared in front of Gold's eyes - no, if you look closely, it is not gold, but an eye.

A two-legged dragon quietly appeared in front of the plane.

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Chapter 184 Mordred's Teacher Observation

The magician said that he would take her to find a man who could replace her father, so she met her teacher.

When she first met the teacher, the pale-haired man exuded a dead aura. She didn't like him very much, but she didn't show her slight alienation - she didn't want to live alone again.