Super God: If I punch you, you will die

"What are you doing?"

Lin Yan turned around at the sound and saw two combat androids looking at him with reproachful eyes. What are you doing? You should be fighting too… Is that what they meant?

"No, no, stop!"

Hearing Lin Yan say this, the two couldn't help but exchange a puzzled look.

"If you want to die, I won't stop you. But if you want to live, go back now. Go back and rescue our companions. Whether you are people whose magic is being drained or anyone else, you are all beings who are not bound by anything."

"But... that would be disobeying orders."

"That's right, our orders were to subdue Servants and their followers."

"That order is impossible to carry out, you should understand that, right? Besides, what obligation do we have to obey such an order?"

After hearing Lin Yan's explanation, the two exchanged another glance. As if to interrupt their conversation, a Dragon Fang soldier swung its sword at Lin Yan.

Lin Yan swiftly drew the "Black" Rider's sword and swung it upwards from the side towards the neck. The androids coordinated with his attack, smashing the dragon tooth soldier's skull and feet with their battle axes.

Lin Yan declared again:

"Whether we want to die or live...we must choose between the two."

This was the final announcement. One of the androids granted his request and returned to the fortress. The other, however, said, "Even so, I must obey orders," and returned to the battlefield.

That's fine... Lin Yan thought. Given a choice, the artificial humans have no choice but to make one. Because their thought processes aren't so blurred that they don't understand this basic principle.

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Those who are defined as servants from birth, for some reason, never seem to consider the option of rebellion. However, if given the opportunity to choose, it's a different story.

Lin Yan gave each of the androids around him, those on the rear lines, a chance to choose. They would all likely make their own choices. However, Lin Yan would not take any responsibility for what happened afterward… or rather, he couldn't bear that responsibility.

All that remained was to find "Black" Rider. As for why he wanted to find him, he hadn't even considered it. How foolish, how arrogant, how... no amount of words could describe how utterly absurd he was. This was the first thing he chose to do after gaining his freedom; "Black" Rider would surely sigh at this.

However, even so, there was still an almost frantic desire driving me to act. I always wanted to do something, I couldn't forget it no matter what, and I had no awareness of living a stable daily life.

Compared to that dreamlike world, she had something far more important: to save her companions, to meet "Black" Rider, and to repay his kindness.

Even if he couldn't help in any way, he didn't care. Knowing that Rider, who had never expected him to do this, might sigh about it... he still made this choice.

That's right. Now that the choice has been made, there's no going back. Because that would be the worst thing to do.

He took a deep breath… He was terrified. Before, when he was almost killed, he hadn't felt any fear. But the thought of possibly losing what he had gained again filled him with immense dread.

However, the beating of his heart stirred something deep within him.

He gritted his teeth, repeatedly clenching his cold hands. He knew he could do it… With this confidence and this prayer, he took a step forward.

The battle between the Lancers remains evenly matched.

Although both are spearmen, their styles are completely different. "Black" uses a single finger to manipulate iron stakes to launch attacks, while "Red" uses only the spear in his hand to directly shatter the target.

While creating distance, "Black" releases iron stakes, while "Red" crushes the opponent's iron stakes and closes in... This process is always repeated.

Mysterious phenomena can be neutralized by more powerful ones. In this respect, "Red" Lancer far surpasses "Black" Lancer. Judging solely from his power in life, the great hero Karna was already an exceptional being.

To bring him back to the earth, even Indra, the god of thunder, had to rack his brains and resort to all sorts of schemes and tricks. Despite being betrayed by all his comrades, he remained the most virtuous and upright spearman who refused to fall to the ground.

However, even he couldn't win over the "black" Lancer.

Unlike the "Red" Lancer, whose very existence is uncertain, the "Black" Lancer...Fla III is a hero who actually existed in the world.

He was regarded as an object of fear by neighboring countries, and the people of the country also harbored the same strong fear of him... Nevertheless, he remained a great national hero who was respected and worshipped.

Without him, our country would not exist... A hero so etched in history has now descended upon this country. In this country, his fame is equivalent to that of a great saint.

His Noble Phantasm, "King of Execution," also possesses extraordinary power.

Indeed, they were just ordinary iron stakes. But... the problem was that these iron stakes could be summoned at will according to the instructions of "Black" Lancer.

Of course, even when using such a powerful Noble Phantasm against only one person, "Red" Lancer was still unstoppable. Despite his feet, right shoulder, left abdomen, left elbow, and other parts of his body being struck by the iron stakes more than once, his movements and strength remained completely unchanged. Those were merely minor injuries that could be repaired during the battle.

but……

"Indeed impressive. You shattered a thousand iron stakes with your spear, burned eight hundred with the flames wrapped around your body, and withstood two thousand iron stakes with your golden armor. 'Red' Lancer, you truly deserve the title of hero. With that armor of yours, let alone iron stakes, even a battering ram would probably be no match for you."

Karna responded seriously to the praise for "black" Lancer:

"You flatter me, Your Excellency."

“If you weren’t a heretic, I would have allowed you to surrender. The only regret is that you actually believe in a false god.”

"How do you know that the god I believe in is a false god?"

"Of course I know. So-called gods are absolute beings that are pure and immaculate. Otherwise, who would believe in them? Who would rely on them? Gods who have sex with people and sleep with them are nothing but ugly monsters."

"That's hard to say. It's natural that beliefs vary greatly depending on the region. In areas where floods are frequent, then the being that controls the water is a god. If you say that our gods and their gods are monsters, then the god you believe in is also a monster that has been forced to believe in the concept of 'absolute existence'."

Instantly, anger ignited in the eyes of the "Black" Lancer. Faced with this situation, the "Red" Lancer remained calm and declared:

"I see. You are indeed quite violent, Piercing Lord. To you, this iron stake is both an attack and a defense, both a demonstration and a symbol of terror."

"what?"

"Demarcating territory, defining cities, defining what needs to be protected... In other words, you're actually trying to form a nation all by yourself. Is it love for your country that drives you to do this? Or is it a sense of responsibility as a king?"

The "Red" Lancer, in a calm tone, exposes the "Black" Lancer's true nature... not the physical skin, but the skin of his heart.

"But you have no subordinates to lead here. While a king may be expected to maintain his aloofness, there is no king without followers. You have miscalculated, Lord Piercer. I am a Heroic Spirit, and I will not fear even if my country is my enemy."

"Oh, interesting."

"Black" Lancer smiled... It was a chilling smile that seemed to be filled with anger, passion, hatred, and murderous intent.

"So you dare to oppose my nation single-handedly? Truly a hero... I have punished your arrogance three times. Yes... three times in total, my spear has struck you. Therefore, you shall die here."

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"..."

Feeling a chill run through his body, "Red" Lancer reflexively tried to jump back... However, it was no longer a matter of speed. Because that was in the past, the attack was over...!

"You're quick to react. That's right, my 'King of Execution's' iron stake isn't a Noble Phantasm; the Noble Phantasm is actually the 'erected iron stake' itself. As long as you're within this domain, no matter how strong your defenses are, as long as the fact of my attack exists..."

Something inside "Red" Lancer began to swell violently. That hard, sharp, and chillingly cold thing was...

"Is it an iron stake...?"

Karna's golden armor could almost completely defend against iron stakes, blades, warhammers, and all physical and magical attacks. However, attacks from the inside were an exception. And this particular iron stake appeared to be piercing its target.

Even a wasp, which flies freely in the sky and has strong mandibles and a venomous stinger to catch its prey, is nothing more than powerless bait if it is trapped in a spider web that is layered with a dozen or twenty layers.

Blood began to drip from the iron stakes embedded in his body. Being injured while wearing this armor was probably a first for Karna.

Seizing the opportunity, "Black" Lancer thrust his gun forward in a desperate attempt to secure victory. He hadn't expected to kill "Red" Lancer with such a small amount of damage.

So he didn't let that moment slip by. No matter what kind of hero one is, being pierced by an iron stake is utterly incapable of resistance…!!

"That's it, 'Red' Lancer...!"

Countless iron stakes surged forth like a turbid torrent, while the "Black" Lancer launched a gun-wielding assault. Those things were less like Noble Phantasms and more like piranhas. After all, he never ran out of mana. As long as he had mana extracted from the androids, his iron stakes could regenerate indefinitely. The number 20,000 was merely the maximum number activated. No matter how many stakes were broken, they could continuously regenerate as long as there was mana.

In other words, the battlefield was in fact already filled with his maliciously planted iron stakes. It was simply impossible to win; challenging a king who ruled over an entire land and a whole country single-handedly was utterly doomed to failure.

However... for the hero Karna, this situation of being surrounded by enemies was just an extremely ordinary situation.

Faced with the spear aimed at his forehead, "Red" Lancer effortlessly deflected the attack, making it seem as if the damage from the iron stake piercing his body was completely undetectable.

"..."

Even the "Black" Lancer was speechless. At this moment, the "Red" Lancer displayed his superhuman willpower.

"Flames..."

Flames instantly enveloped "Red" Lancer's entire body. Instantly, "Black" Lancer understood that he intended to use flames to burn the iron stake.

Just as "Black" Lancer was about to scoff, he froze. The flames were being absorbed into "Red" Lancer's body. Burning, burning, burning incessantly... the iron stakes that had been ravaging "Red" Lancer were now completely burned away without a trace.

Just then, iron stakes rained down on him like a storm.

However, what they attempted to pierce was precisely the embodiment of flame, the Son of the Sun, whom even the Flame Spirit could not burn away.

Golden armor, a divinely bestowed spear. Granted the golden armor at his mother's request, and possessing divine blood inherited from the sun god… all this information only encompasses half the intelligence about Karna as a Servant.

Karna's greatest weapon is "willpower." A strong will, a strong heart, a great hero who endured all misfortunes without resentment towards anyone. A man who, despite being endowed with something more special than anyone else, did not consider himself a special being because of it.

Neither arrogant nor complacent, he was a hero who, from birth until his crash, upheld a way of life worthy of his father's reputation.

Therefore, even with his internal organs pierced and his arm nerves severed by a mere three iron stakes, even with the mental oppression from countless iron stakes, even with the unimaginable pain of having flames circulate in his body in order to escape his current situation...

"Red" Lancer will never be afraid, nor will he ever yield to the enemy...!

Flames swirled around the two of them. It was exactly the same scene as before. Flames could reduce everything to nothingness. However, it was not just that.

"King, I'll take your head!"

Still wreathed in flames, "Red" Lancer charged forward... completely ignoring the damage from the iron stakes and flames, he stabbed his opponent in the shoulder with a fierce blow.

"Ugh...!"

An undisguised sound of anguish. The balance was shattered at that moment. "Red" Lancer finally caught "Black" Lancer's weakness. Then, in order to deliver a fatal blow, "Red" Lancer began to look for the perfect moment to unleash a Noble Phantasm that rivaled the Golden Armor... namely, "Brahma's Curse".

The fortress of Milenia. The Masters are observing the battlefield through their familiars and seven-branched candlesticks. Some are giving instructions to their Servants, while others, feeling there is no need to say anything more, are holding their breath and watching the battle unfold.

At this moment, Danic suddenly said:

“I’m going outside. Fiore, you will be in charge of the Masters. From now on, you must all follow her instructions.”

"Uncle?"

Danic didn't respond to Fiore's calls and simply jumped out of the window. Flying wasn't a difficult spell for a magician. He walked through the air as if climbing stairs.

So they're really going to launch it after all?

He carefully observed the Command Seals while meticulously assessing the situation of his Servant… “Black” Lancer. There was “Red” Lancer, engaged in a fierce battle with “Black” Saber… the hero Siegfried. And then there was “Black” Archer, who determined that only a Heroic Spirit inheriting divine blood could defeat “Red” Rider Achilles.

Besides these two, "Red" Saber Mordred is also an extremely difficult enemy to deal with. She's currently engaged in a one-sided battle with her own Rider. If this continues, "Black" Rider Estorf will likely be eliminated soon.

However, Danic still had one last trump card. That was "Black" Lancer's other Noble Phantasm.

Once activated, this Noble Phantasm can easily tear "Red" Lancer to shreds. It can even easily deal with Heroic Spirits who inherit the bloodline of God. It can be said to be a Noble Phantasm that can kill instantly.

Of course, the cost would be enormous. Or rather, it's something he absolutely doesn't want to use.

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"'The Legacy of Blood'..."

Once this Noble Phantasm is used, "Black" Lancer will transform into a vampire that only exists in legends. Not a Heroic Spirit, but a true monster.

The price was Danic's life. The reason for this was that "Black" Lancer originally made a contract with Danic as a Servant to erase the legend of Vlad III being tainted by blood... that is, the legend of the vampire Dracula, from history.

"In other words, forcing me to use that Noble Phantasm is like spitting on me. I would rather die than use it. And if you force me to use it with a Command Spell, I don't need to explain the consequences, right?"

That was the warning that "Black" Lancer, who had just completed the summoning, gave to Danic. No, it was an order. In other words, if he allowed Danic to use this Noble Phantasm, he would have to atone with his death.

"However, if we lose this war, I will also face certain death."

That is indeed true. While running away would allow one to survive, Danic Prieston Yggdomerene, as a magician, would die. This is the only option that cannot be selected.

To achieve victory, Danic is willing to make any sacrifice. However, the most crucial issue now is that "Black" Lancer's Master is himself.

Force him to use "Bloodline" with the first Command Seal, then make him commit suicide with the second Command Seal. That would solve the problem. However, this would mean Danic would lose his Servant.

Even though all the "Red" Servants had been eliminated by then, what followed was a battle among their own people. Although Danic was the patriarch of the Yggdrasilian race, this was, after all, a battle for the Holy Grail, which could grant any wish.

Even the most obedient Fiore and Colles probably wouldn't follow his orders.

So, shouldn't someone give up the Servant role to you?

This is a major problem. Who would obediently follow orders to relinquish their Servant? And it has to be a Heroic Spirit capable of rivaling Fiore's Servant Chiron. Apart from the vanished "Black" Saber, there are probably no other candidates.

Under such circumstances, the risks are extremely high no matter what action is taken.

"There's really no way."

He was at his wit's end... Danic understood this fact very well. However, he had encountered similar situations many times over the past century.

Especially the Third Holy Grail War sixty years ago, the intensity of that war made me feel that it was a great miracle that I was still alive.

Discovering the path to the Greater Grail from the collapsed cave was an unexpected stroke of luck. Through sweet talk and persuasion, they won over Nazi Germany, dispatched an army that was unbelievably Allied, and forcibly reclaimed the Greater Grail with a direct order from the president.