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

Chapter 264 He

Fighting almost by instinct, Joan of Arc Alter continued to squander magic power like a programmed procedure, her body became hotter and her consciousness gradually blurred.

I forgot why I fought, forgot why I was standing here, and the only thing I could think of was——

kill kill kill!Burn everything, everything you see.

Suddenly her field of vision suddenly widened, and Jeanne Alter raised her head dully. At some point, there was no one in front of her eyes.

She instinctively sensed that something was wrong, but her brain couldn't turn around like rust.

She looked at the bees that surrounded her. The number of bees didn't seem to have decreased in the slightest, but no one stepped forward. They stood there stiffly like wooden stakes.

She opened her mouth, but didn't say a word, but the bad premonition in her heart became stronger and stronger.

"Forehead……"

She opened her mouth, but failed to utter the formed words. The groaning roar stunned Joan of Arc Alter herself, and it was this moment of stunnedness that gave Joan of Arc Alter's feverish brain a brief lucidity. In a trance, I found that my posture at this time was the same as those miscellaneous soldiers who were dull like puppets.

"I broke free... It seems that it will take some time to assimilate the followers."

The voice rang from Joan Alter's ear—she didn't even have time to turn her head to see the face of the speaker next to her, her left chest was pierced.

The blood instantly stained her battle armor red, and the sense of clarity quickly began to peel off from her body.

The body fell forward uncontrollably, but was held up before landing.The cold and smooth touch makes the lax consciousness solidify again.

She was able to see the other person's face clearly, as well as the constantly enlarged hand in front of her.

"turn out to be……"

Almost a voice was squeezed out of her throat, and the corners of Jeanne Alter's eyes hung upwards, and she tried her best to pull herself together.The anger in her chest turned into a real flame and ignited blazingly on her body.

"Go to hell!"

The flames disappeared in a flash, like the brilliant clouds disappearing in the night.

But that's enough.

She knows what to do.

The flames wrapped Joan of Arc Alter's own body, her head was burned by the flames, and countless black embers mixed with golden magic power shook out of her body.

Long time, long time.

Only the silent flickering of neon lights.

……

Archer in Shinjuku runs on the revolving corridor.

His brows were not stretched at all, and he looked up from time to time while running, but the revolving stairs of the gun body tower were too long and too winding, even with Archer's five senses, he could still only distinguish a little noise occasionally.

If Chaldea simply regarded the evil Moriarty as the last enemy, they would lose all their strength in the frantic struggle like flying insects caught in a spider web.

As a member of the Phantom Demon Alliance, Archer is well aware of Moriarty's strategy.

Act as a [friend] until this point.

——Magic Bullet Shooter.

This was the true name of the eidolon Moriarty fused with.A sharpshooter who traded with the devil to obtain the ability to hit the target, but as the price of the cursed ability, the seventh bullet, the magic bullet, will definitely shoot through the heart of the cherished person.

And now, without guessing, Archer knew who Moriarty cherished.

Suddenly, his ears moved, and he caught a strange sound.He paused in his forward steps, and exerted force under his feet to forcefully steer him in the direction he was going.

A curtain of fire almost brushed against Archer's face, he could even feel the tongue of fire licking his face, this sudden change made Archer's brows twitch.

The familiar attack method made Archer immediately recognize the identity of the comer.

Sure enough, through the dust raised by the flames, Archer could clearly see the looming figure on the opposite side.

--So fast!

He was startled, but then he immediately raised his hands to signal his surrender.

"I think our purpose should be the same, and I too..."

Before he could finish his words, he was shocked to see Jeanne Alter on the other side approaching at a high speed as if she had never heard of it.

He raised his hand and fired two shots in a row, the bullets sank into the opponent's ankle and torso, but Joan of Arc Alter kept approaching at the same speed.

He watched Jeanne Alter rush out of the fire curtain, he saw the fine flames stained on the other party's body, and then he couldn't help being stunned—that battle armor, that flag, those are indeed Jeanne Alter's things, but only That face is really the only place where a face should be, but it is only scorched black.

"you……"

That frantic state reminded Archer of something, her voice hesitated, and even her movements became a bit sluggish.

And it was precisely this moment of hesitation that made him miss the best opportunity to pull his body apart. As a last resort, he could only cross the two guns and use the dagger attached to the gun to hold the flag desperately.

The flag collided with the double knife. Archer was able to take a closer look at Joan of Arc Alter's face again, it was still a hollow and scorched black.

"She burned her own spiritual core, and she didn't want me to read her memory——she really seems to know something."

Archer heard the sound, but it sent chills all over him.

"Berserker!"

That was a Servant who should have died a long time ago, and even Archer was appointed by Moriarty the Evil to confirm Berserker's exit.

Whether it's the vision or the spirit base reaction, it can't be faked at all.

The black magic twisted and twisted, gradually outlining someone's body.

Berserker turned his red eyes like the setting sun, and he looked at Archer.

"You don't seem to be affected."

"Affect... the mental pollution? Unfortunately, it doesn't work for me."

Archer clearly felt that when Berserker spoke, the strength of Jeanne Alter's attack was significantly reduced.

"Is it because of the fusion of phantoms?"

Berserker was not in a hurry, the tail behind him flicked once and for all.

Archer sneered disdainfully in response.

"It seems that the concentration has not reached the standard, but I just don't have time."

His tail twitched suddenly, lunging in Archer's direction.But Archer was already on guard. With one hand in front of his body, the other hand had already pulled the trigger.

"I am the..."

The sound stopped abruptly, Archer's neck was restrained, a huge wolf's head was stuck on the side of his neck, and the sharp wolf teeth bit his throat.

"..."

With an expression of disbelief, Archer glanced behind him with the last of his strength, and a giant wolf appeared there at some point.

Dark blue hair, scarlet eyes, and black air rising from his body.

Rider in Shinjuku, Berserker's enemy, should have died a long time ago just like Berserker.

Archer's body fell limply, his pupils quickly lost focus.

Berserker, whose real name is Menechel, is an unknown eidolon.

Archer fell to the ground, Berserker's feet enlarged before his eyes.

He recalled Berserker's words when they first met.

——"The best timeline to prevent a war is only when the war is only a small-scale friction."

At that time, he just thought that Berserker was lamenting the singularity of Shinjuku.

The chilling guess gradually became real, his vision went dark, and he had no chance to speak out.

　There are about two more chapters to finish this plot (I thought I didn’t need to write this chapter, but it’s always strange to have too many omitted plots)
　　
　
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