The immortal death knight failed to achieve the ending of the heroic spirit

Chapter 143 Unsolvable Final Accompaniment

Roman looked at the image coming from the singularity, and the heart that had been raised was finally let go at this moment.

In the picture, Matthew, who is holding Avalon in his hands, stands around Archer and does not go anywhere. The white light of the asylum has always ensured that the two will not be infected by the Holy Grail sludge.

At this moment, he had time to pick up the already cold coffee, but before Roman took a sip, he caught a glimpse of the black-haired beauty approaching her head from the corner of his eye. ——Da Vinci was frowning, and his glasses were staring at Mash in the battle without blinking.

"Romani, don't you find it strange?"

Hearing Da Vinci's words, Roman quickly put down the cup, leaned his head close to her side to watch the battle with her, but no matter what angle Roman looked at, he still couldn't find the "suspiciousness" in Da Vinci's mouth, so he He asked directly, "Da Vinci, did you see something?"

Da Vinci didn't speak, she shook her head and kept her eyes locked on the screen. At this time, Archer had pushed the shadow of the Holy Grail into a corner. The isolation did not affect the two cavalry servants at all.

Even Roman couldn't help but suspect that [Matou Zouken] miscalculated Gilgamesh's character - Mash said that he just said the last sentence "Then please allow me to witness the heroic appearance of King Gilgamesh" It was a wrong decision to solve the opponent's awkward character easily. It was a wrong decision to use Archer as a breakthrough.

So Roman said jokingly: "It may be that Barbatos, the demon god, never thought that the only holy object that could restrain him, Avalon, was not in the hands of King Arthur."

"But I always feel that there is something wrong. Why did the normal timeline in Sheba change at this sudden time point, and the time of the spiritual transfer is also coincidentally stuck at the end of the Holy Grail War. Even The spiritual veins that can construct the transfer of spiritual seeds cannot be used."

The Toki F singularity recorded in Sheba has undergone a mutation, and the space-time that had already completed the foundation of human reason collapsed abruptly, and evolved into a scale far exceeding the F singularity, forcing Fujimaru Tateka to temporarily postpone the seventh singularity. point of detection.

"There's always a tinge of conspiracy involved."

This suspicious performance that revealed the smell of traps made Da Vinci cheer up 12 points.

When Da Vinci said this, even Roman felt a little uneasy. He squeezed out a smile and said comfortingly: "Whether it is a conspiracy or not, it is our side that has the upper hand now, right? Under the absolute strength gap, it will only appear powerless], isn’t this sentence that Menechel often talks about?”

"That's true, but—"

Before Da Vinci could complete the second half of the sentence, her pupils staring at Sheba suddenly enlarged, and she stared in disbelief at the shadow of the Holy Grail pierced by the spiral of red magic power——in that body that seemed to condense all malice and disaster On the body of black mud, magical power far surpassed that before was suddenly sold.

The turbulent flow of magic power swept the entire body of [Matong Zouyan], and the disordered fluctuations instantly tore it to pieces.

"Is this... out of control?"

Before Da Vinci could answer Roman's naive question, the sky that was already so gloomy that only black and red remained in the picture became even darker, and the hole that poured dirty mud into the ground like a wound expanded to the entire area in an instant. piece of sky.

The endless blood completely engulfed the sky above Dongmu, and the pouring malice finally stopped all potential preparations. The filth like running water became staring, and the torn and broken body of [Matou Zouyan] gradually merged into this solid body. in general catastrophe.

Chaos and chaos, corruption and withering.

All kinds of negative magic power filled the entire field, and even through a layer of screens, one could clearly feel the breath of despair in the air, and this just showed——

"The Holy Grail has come."

There was inconceivability in the voice, but Da Vinci said it with certainty.

But if it's just the Holy Grail coming, why is there such a big turbulent flow of magic power?
In the picture, the black waterfall falling from the sky gradually shrinks, revealing the true face of the Holy Grail.

Even though he was prepared, he was still shocked by the [Holy Grail] in front of him, and the entire control room was silent.What appeared in front of everyone was not the Holy Grail with a cup-shaped shape in the traditional sense, but the indescribable that distorted the origin.

With human limbs but no face, the whole body was born out of dirty mud.

Da Vinci opened her mouth slightly, and she finally knew where the vague uneasiness in her heart came from.

Even if the Demon God Pillar Barbatos gives up his true body, he must devote himself to becoming a part of the Holy Grail.

The black mud gradually calmed down, and the tempting and crazy laughter spread around Liudong Temple.

……

In the center wrapped in black mud, Menechel had to pay more attention to the battlefield belonging to Mash.

The magic power that suddenly became manic over there made him a little uneasy, but after a moment of dazed attention, Arturia had already approached, and after only parrying for a moment, she forced Menechel to retreat.

The Black Saber, who can use the Noble Phantasm of large-scale destruction at will, and the Spearman, who is still restricted by the black mud and loses his weapon and Noble Phantasm even with the blessing of Avalon, it is very obvious who is stronger and who is weaker.

The few times Menechel wanted to get closer and force the opponent to engage in hand-to-hand combat with her, Artoria avoided it with the help of the black mud.

He glanced apprehensively at the increasingly dim King Sword in Artoria's hands. It had been a while since the other party had bombed with a treasure, and the strong magic power on it had already exceeded the limit of releasing the treasure.

So Menechel reluctantly raised the corners of his mouth, trying to use sarcasm to wake up the stubbornness buried in the black mud: "Is King Arthur only going to run away?"

But the Black King didn't respond.

So Menechel continued: "Is it because I am afraid that even if I have no weapons, I will still not be my opponent, which will insult the dignity of the King of Knights?"

Artoria, who was originally concentrating on gathering magic power, seemed to be touched by these words, her half-opened eyes slightly raised, looking at it with a look that Menechel could not understand.

Artoria didn't speak, she raised the king sword in her hand, Menechel subconsciously stepped back a few steps, but the imagined scene of Artoria rushing in again did not come, she slowly He raised Wang Jianping over his head.

The black magic power that seems to have devoured the malicious surroundings filled the air, and finally reached a peak.Arturia's eyes closed and opened again, she flipped her wrist slightly, and made a [slash down] movement with as much force as possible.

Minechel's pupils gradually shrank along with her movements, and the shocking magic power surged, but he knew very well that the main target of this blow was not him.

Arturia kept dealing with him, forcing and luring him to move in a certain direction, keeping him away from the previous wide center of engagement, which Menechel knew very well.

He didn't need to tilt his head to know what was going on behind him.

Behind him was the direction where Matthew was. With the continuous shift of the battlefield, Matthew's position was finally included in the attack range of Altria's Noble Phantasm.

Arturia is forcing Menechel to deal with her Noble Phantasm in this way.

He saw it through and was powerless to stop it.

He slammed on the ground with his back feet, facing Artoria's calm gaze, facing the increasingly surging turbulent flow of magic power, the twilight radiance of his body flowed—bending down, charging.

Avalon's blazing light almost melted him, and the unholy one dispersed the surrounding black mud, and the galloping white knight stretched out his hand in a certain direction.

The degraded Avalon was quickly overloaded by the turbulent impact of the black mud, and one black wave after another hit Menechel's body, and every part of his body sent warnings to Menechel, warning him that this was the way to die.

But he ignored his body's instinct and rushed straight to Black Saber, and at this time, Artoria just raised her hand, and swung it down with an undeniable sense of oppression.

The black beam of light that swallowed the light source rose straight into the sky, and the howling turbulent flow of magic power exploded directly above the two servants.

The Noble Phantasm destroyed the originally peaceful magic layer, and the two riders were right under the explosion. The fine dust and smoke stirred by the magic detonation engulfed everything around them in a layer of mist.

I don't know which came first, the shock that almost tore the eardrums or the light pollution that took away the entire field of vision, but when I came back to my senses, the first thing I heard was a heavy breathing sound that was stronger than the other.

Warm debris and liquid dripped on Artoria's face, and when she saw what it was, her indifferent eyes showed a little surprise.

It was half of a scorched black arm. It was a stiff and lifeless gray-black like a corpse that had been covered in dust for many years. Tiny magic particles peeled off layer by layer from the charred remains and evaporated upwards. Spreading his arms towards the last week, until it spread to half of the body of the servant in front of him, half of Lancer's face was bloody and bloody due to the hideous scorched skin. He didn't lose consciousness, and the twilight color wrapped around him like a patron saint and the red radiance unique to the command spell also completely dissipated at this time, and the forcibly raised durability also fell to the bottom.

Artoria looked at the servant in front of her, and tugged at the sword in her hand. The large swaths of anxiety made her hand feel like it was welded to the black king's sword. She tugged at the king's sword and dropped it. half of his arm.

One second before the treasure was about to fall, the servant in front of him grabbed her king sword with his bare hands, and forcibly reversed the direction in which the treasure was released. Just now, her treasure was directly touching her face and went up. How could the other party avoid it at such a short distance? Menechel blocked her treasure with almost zero distance.

"ended."

Arturia spoke for the first time, and looked at Menechel in front of her with an inexplicable sense of strangeness. She swung her sword to end the pain of her old friend.

The blade easily sank into the scorched flesh, and a low sound came from her ear, and Artoria raised her head slightly to look in the direction of the sound, the direction of Menechel.

It is hard to imagine that a person surviving in this posture can still make a sound.

"Finally... for the second time..."

Artoria frowned, she couldn't hear the hallucination-like whisper, and Artoria moved a little closer.

"caught you……"

This time she heard Menechel's voice clearly, and she noticed the light shining on the other's chest, which was so meager that it was almost negligible.

If it wasn't for the fact that her sword had acted as a refraction point, this soft ray of light would not have attracted her attention at all.

Arturia felt her shoulders sink, and Menechel's head rested on her shoulders.

The wet and heavy touch made Black Saber a little dazed, and a little dullness appeared in her cold eyes.

The place that was touched just now felt warm, she seemed to remember something, and stretched out the hand that hadn't held Wang Jian to caress her face.

Nothing but wet blood.

But the warmth is incomparably real, like a ray of sunshine shining sideways on a winter afternoon.

She couldn't help thinking of the faint light spot refracted on her king sword.

But before Artoria could sort out her thoughts from the haze, she heard the call of the [Holy Grail] again.

She tried to push Lancer who was slowly dissipating into particles on her body, but her hand seemed to be weak and she couldn't use the force.

The sour feeling hit the tip of her nose over and over again, Arturia took two steps back, and drew out her own sword, and Menechel's body also fell into the mud along with her movements.

Slowly raising the king sword, accumulating magic power, facing the direction where Matthew and Archer were, he raised it flat again.

This time there will be no spoilers.

As the magic power gathered, Arturia's brows became more and more furrowed, and the light in the corner of her vision not only did not fade away but became more intense.

——What exactly is that?
Unable to answer.

She simply gave up thinking, anyway, as long as she found the Holy Grail, everything would be handled in the best way.

The magic power gathered, and the jet-black king sword was stained with malice, Artoria swung the sword again, and then——nothing happened.

Arturia couldn't believe it. She swung her sword again, but still didn't get a response from the treasure.

She lowered her head and looked at her sword.

The light finally became clear, gradually occupying the entire field of vision, and the chaotic brain became clear in an instant:

——Ah, I see.

The call of the [Holy Grail] came to her ear again, but Artoria still lowered her head as if she had never heard it.

There, dreamlike blue and white light and shadow intertwine with each other, tightly wrapping the black king sword, and the light and shadow are intertwined, forming an outline like a scabbard.

——She should have thought a long time ago, the only thing that can restrain the sword is the scabbard.

Holding the sword, Arturia sat down on the ground slumped, the holy radiance reflected on her face, and her overly pale face was distorted.

She remained motionless, letting the radiance of Avalon wrap around her body.

That was the scabbard that Menechel left behind as a gift from him.

She turned her eyes to the person beside her, and she put one hand on the other person's face:

"What am I..."

The black mud surged and engulfed the two of them in an instant.

　The body is a little bit, barely write a chapter

　　
　
(End of this chapter)