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

Chapter 260 Undead Phantom
The flames kept scorching, but the number of punks never decreased.

The vacuum period that was originally one meter away from Joan of Arc Alter has now been broken to half a meter. At this time, she has no time to turn around and pay attention to Fujimaru Tachika's situation.

"Could it be possible that these offal will split themselves!"

Finally, Joan Alter couldn't help cursing, she supported the flag, but the bright red color on it became much dimmer.

I don't know if it's her illusion, but these gangsters seem to be much stronger than they were at the beginning. Guys who could be knocked down with one blow can still struggle after being attacked.

'Has the magic run out? '

But in a daze moment, another scorched humanoid creature sprang out. He still had flames on his body, but he rushed straight to Joan of Arc Alter regardless, trying to ignite her together.

Jeanne Alter was just about to get out of the way, but she caught a glimpse of the collapse of the defense line on the other side. She gritted her teeth and did not dodge, increased the output of magic power and stabilized the defense line.

There was also sparks on her body, as if she was preparing to take the blow forcefully.

The strong sword wind split the attacking gangster in two.

"Don't be stunned!"

Jeanne Alter raised her head upon hearing the sound, and saw Avriel holding her sword and looking around vigilantly.

"Don't let yourself get hurt even if you loosen the line of defense. You are not the only follower here. I only need to worry if you fall down."

"Tsk, I want you to be long-winded!" Jeanne Alter pursed her lips and snorted twice. She shook her head and her eyes became disgusted again. At the same time, he did not forget to fight back: "Just relying on you, it is estimated that you will be submerged immediately when the enemy swarms up."

"Well, that's natural." Avriel swung her sword to resist the enemies that Joan of Arc Alter had no time to deal with: "That's why I need to protect the safety of our general."

Fujimaru Tachika was sandwiched between the two, but she could clearly feel the panting bodies of the two riders.

"It doesn't matter, as long as Arturia Archer finishes Berserker, then you can come to support."

Although she is also very scared, she knows that she is the only one who cannot show timidity at this time. The master's fear is the greatest negation of the servants who are fighting.

"Heh, that ice girl won't be reluctant to do it, right?" Joan of Arc Alter let out a cold snort out of habit.

The movement of the battle outside was not small, even Jean Alter, who was blocked by gangsters and firewalls, could hear a little bit.

"Obviously Berserker was the most injured person in the battle with Shinjuku Rider, what phantom is it..."

Joan of Arc Alter's heart sank, and she glanced at the gangsters whose numbers remained unchanged.

"Hey, Three No Girls!"

She spoke.

"Ah."

Avriel looked around nervously as well.

"Later, I will use all my strength to activate the treasure, even if there is only a momentary gap, you have to escape with the Master, do you hear me?"

Avril didn't respond, but Fujimaru Tatsuka was in a hurry:

"Jane..."

"Shut up, I didn't ask you!" Jeanne Alter interrupted Fujimaru Tatsuka's words viciously.

"Even if you didn't say it, I wanted to take him away a long time ago. Now that you mentioned it, I don't have to worry about how to prove my kindness to you."

"Oh, good to know."

Joan of Arc Alter's eyes brightened a bit, and the flame-colored magic power on her body dimmed a bit, but suddenly became brighter in the next moment, from extremely dark to extremely bright in just a moment of breathing.

The moment the flame disappeared, the gangsters who had lost all barriers scrambled forward, countless, and these guys with strange hairstyles were everywhere in the field of vision.

While gazing at the sea of ​​people, she waved the flag.

"This is the roar of my soul tormented by hatred—"

Iron piles stretched out from the feet of Joan of Arc Alter, the ground was cracked, and crimson flames spewed out from the gaps in the cracks.

""Roar, my wrath!" (La Grondement Du Haine!)"

Sparks instantly turned into raging flames that soared into the sky, and the manic and uncontrollable karmic fire devoured everything in the blink of an eye.

"Right now!"

Joan of Arc Alter exhausted her last strength to warn the woman behind her.

And Afriel, who had been concentrating on observing everything for a long time, didn't need anyone to remind her. Almost at the same time as the flames flooded her vision, she wrapped her arms around Fujimaru Tachika with one hand, and drew out her rapier with the other hand, covering the sword with magic power. Blade, Afriel blocked herself and Tachika Fujimaru with the sword, and she flew out like an arrow from the string.

A white feather quickly disappeared into the sea of ​​flames, and the expression on Jeanne Alter's face relaxed after witnessing all this.

"Next-"

She turned her head, facing the pillar of fire ahead.

"Let's die together!"

……

The black scales peeled off inch by inch with a crackling sound, revealing the fuzzy flesh and blood underneath.

The black dragon propped his claws on the ground, trying to support his body again, but his broken body fell down again.

A deep sob came out from the depths of the dragon's throat, and the faint blue fluorescent light on the dragon's body lit up again, covering its whole body, but this time, under the blue light, it was as visible to the naked eye as ice cubes under the scorching sun. The speed decreased rapidly until it returned to its original human form.

The topless half-orc was lying on the ground. He just wanted to get up but he felt a chill on the side of his neck. He turned his head slowly and saw a black and red king sword touching his neck. If there is any move, his head will be cut off without hesitation.

"Ah."

He couldn't help but sneered, looking at Arturia Alter's face, he suddenly thought:
"You won't let it go, will you? Just because of this face? Could it be that this body is actually your mistress?"

Arturia Alter's face darkened, and Berserker smiled mockingly: "It seems that I guessed it right. But you are so nostalgic, the owner of this body may not be."

There was an inexplicable smile in his eyes: "The only thing I inherited from this body is his anger, other than that, there is nothing else—"

Before he finished speaking, his head flew up, and the cold light intertwined with fiery magic power instantly bombarded his head into crumbs.

The headless body collapsed weakly, and at some point it had quietly circled behind Arturia Alter, and the tail hung down together after losing control.

Artoria Alter withdrew her sword, her eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.

"It's dangerous, it's dangerous." Moriarty breathed a sigh of relief: "If you didn't do it then, I couldn't help reminding you."

"Well, I was too naive to think."

Knowing that it was impossible, she couldn't help but have a little delusion in her heart: I hope that the original will of this body still exists, so that she can be called by her name again.

Artoria flicked the sword, and she watched the corpse lying on the ground turn into golden particles little by little, leaving only a mess in the end.

We met again, but I didn't expect it to end like this.

She pursed her lips, but she heard Moriarty praise at this moment: "You are worthy of being the King of Knights, and I made sure whether Berserker really left the stage."

Artoria Alter stared deeply at Moriarty, and she tightened her sword tightly.

"Let's go, now go rescue the black saint."

　The Shinjuku story is not over yet, so it won’t end so hastily
　　
　
(End of this chapter)