gaze of war

The author has something to say: I just remembered that I forgot to save the draft box when I was at work... _(:3」∠)_

"Did your great master order you to follow me, Heroic Spirit." A cold and hoarse voice sounded in front of him.

As the lingering sound of the words fell, the figure of a black-haired girl slowly appeared in the empty space in front of her.She looked at Diarmuid in modern clothes with displeasure, and said sarcastically.

"I……"

The knight from the age of Celtic mythology showed a bewildered expression.

He stood there in a daze, with a pleading expression on his face, but he couldn't say a word.

Her gaze coldly swept over his face and the mole of tears under his eyes, and then paused in his apologetic and guilty eyes.

Without saying anything, Morrigan's figure quickly disappeared.

"what……"

Diarmuid widened his eyes in astonishment.

Even if he instantly used the magic burst technique to increase his speed to A+, he still couldn't catch Morrigan.

Seeing the girl's figure disappear in the void, he couldn't say anything except meaningless sighs.

...I... have not been ordered to follow you, goddess...

Words were locked in the throat, and the vocal cords were stable and stiff, unable to make a sound.

What are you doing right now?Why does it appear here?Where do you want to go?Did you see anyone?

You... didn't come here to kill me, did you?

...You are here because of me, right?

Don't know, don't know, don't know -- don't know, don't have an answer.

This is the status quo.In this era, the status quo of Diarmuid Odina and Morrigan, the Goddess of War.

——In fact, this was already the case in the Age of Mythology.

Diarmuid Odina, the son of Tang En, the adopted son of Angus, the god of love and youth, the man with the double guns blessed by his adoptive father, from the moment he became a warrior, he has learned to believe in Mo, the goddess of war. Regan.

And Morrigan, the goddess of war and death, the young goddess born in Mahor's body, from the night she met Diarmuid to the end, she only met him twice.

Do you know me, Morrigan?

Do I understand you, Diarmuid.

After all, we still know nothing, the two of us.

What runs between them now is the chivalry he abides by, and the lord to whom he swore allegiance.

And her divinity is gradually engulfing the little humanity left.

They are standing at both ends of the river of stars.Even if you reach out, you can't touch each other. This is their status quo.

On this cold night in Fuyuki City, on the deserted streets, they passed each other silently.

Morrigan, who was hiding in the void, did not leave immediately.

She watched Diarmuid standing stiffly on the empty street, his lips trembling slightly as if he wanted to say something, but finally he gave up and lowered his head, clenched his hands by his side in dejection.

What do you want to say, Heroic Spirit Lancer.

When you were Diarmuid, you gave your love to me but your loyalty to others.You bet your love on me, and handed over your marriage and vows to others.You leave death to me and wishes to others.

When you become a lancer, you want to dedicate your life to others, leaving only your soul to me.

What do you want to say, Heroic Spirit?

There are always others by your side.

And I've only ever been so close to you except Maher.

You are no longer Diarmuid Odina, my loyal knight.

I am no longer Morrigan, the Celtic goddess of war.

You are the heroic spirit lancer, and I am the crow Budpo.

You will claim the Grail and victory for your lord, and I will shatter your wish before your eyes.

Just watch, lancer.Before you, I will deprive you of the victory you hoped for, and destroy your knightly delusions.

During the period when all forces were secretly observing and monitoring, Lancer, one of the three major classes, showed signs.

The news spread secretly in Fuyuki City.

No matter which group of eyes are gathering towards this side - except for one group.

Brutal and inhumane cases are taking place in residential houses in adjacent streets.

thump-thump-

The heavy sledgehammer made a dull sound.

The child whose face was covered in blood couldn't even cry.

The bones were broken, cracked, broken with hammer and hammer.

Mom's eyeballs shattered and sprayed on the floor like jelly.

Dad's shoulder blades were shattered, and his arms sprawled out on the ground in convulsions.

The sister's ribs are mixed with the five internal organs into a meat sauce mixed with broken bones.

The elder brother's pelvis was smashed, and his thighs were twisted into the shape of a frog's legs.

thump-thump-

There was a dying gurgle in the child's throat.

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The young body was ruthlessly stirred like stuffing, flattened, and then dipped in a paintbrush to draw an abstract painting with crazy and chaotic lines on the wall—all the paints were blood-colored, fresh red, dull Crimson, and rotting purple-black.

"Ahh—it's really not easy to use. It will dry up in such a cold weather."

"Ryunosuke--your method is too rough--"

There were two perpetrators.They are like master and servant, and like master and apprentice.

The man dressed in weird clothes like a clown has a pair of huge protruding eyes like a goldfish, and he is teaching the boy next to him with a serious expression.

The young man's face was covered with splattered flesh and blood clots, and he was panting excitedly. An iron sledgehammer stained with blood and minced meat was thrown on the floor beside him.The paintbrush in his hand, because of the nature of the "pigment" itself, has been covered with dried blood clots, hardened and blackened, even if he chooses the freshest color, he can't paint the color he wants—all The color is a disgusting purple-black after drying, and it emits an unpleasant smell.

"You pay too much attention to the so-called artistic sense, Ryunosuke. Have you forgotten where we draw our strength from? Only the 'freshest pain and despair' is our goal, Ryunosuke between!"

The goldfish-eyed man reprimanded him severely.

"Ah, yes, master." The boy responded while panting and laughing.There is a red coat of arms on the back of his hand, which is obviously the master of this heroic spirit, but he very naturally recognizes the other party as the master, and accepts the other party's teaching, "Don't you think this is super cool? Head, shoulders , chest, pelvis—I've crushed a person, Master!"

Ryunosuke showed off as if asking for credit, and smiled like a child.

"Ryunosuke, you are so naive. How can you feel pain if you break your head? If you break your chest, you will die quickly. All they can feel is just a short moment before death. This is What a huge waste, Ryunosuke—but this kid, he handled it well! Show him your 'art', and then use him as a 'paint' for 'painting', such a creative idea is quite Fresh."

After the man with goldfish eyes scolded the boy, he finally gave him a word of praise.The boy blushed immediately because of this praise, and laughed excitedly.

The man with goldfish eyes wanted to say more, but suddenly closed his mouth.The protruding eyeballs turned nervously to one side, and then froze.Mouth grinned frantically.

Then he let out a shaky sigh.

"Ahhhhhh...I can feel it, this magical power! It comes from a powerful heroic spirit, no doubt about it!" He took out a crystal ball emitting hazy white light from nowhere, placed it on the blood-spattered table, and then Sitting down at the table like a child waiting to eat, eagerly began fiddling with the sphere.

"Master, what is that? Is it a crystal ball? Can you see the future?" The boy named Ryunosuke excitedly picked it up.

"Just now I felt a very powerful and bitter aura. Such a reckless distribution of aura will definitely trigger a battle?" The man with goldfish eyes shrewdly analyzed, "Before encountering them, let's take a look at them first." the real situation."

"Oh..." Ryunosuke was a little disappointed.As a mortal who is not a magician, he has no concept of the so-called heroic spirits and the Holy Grail.The fish-eyed man who called himself Bluebeard was summoned by accident.But Bluebeard's brutal methods and killing theory deeply impressed him, making him full of admiration for this heroic spirit who came unexpectedly.But as a teenager, he was still full of curiosity about these events beyond the scope of science, so although he was a little disappointed, he still sat obediently opposite Blue Beard, staring intently at the inside of the crystal ball.

Lancer doesn't use magic to attract enemies.

But after doing this, he successfully realized Kenneth's intention of "luting the enemy to expose him", and drew the attention of all the enemies to himself with his dignified provocation in the open.According to Kenneth's plan, the next step is of course to eliminate stronger opponents one by one, and use the special ability of Lancer's Noble Phantasm to achieve it.

The first half of the plan has been successfully implemented, but the current Lancer is in a state of lack of magic power.And Sola, who provided Lancer with magic power, was quite far away from here, and the efficiency of using passages to replenish magic was extremely low.That is to say, at least during this time, Lancer will face the following enemies in a poor state.

This is not the best state to start a war. Lancer undoubtedly didn't want to face the enemy in this state - what he wanted was to bring victory to the Lord.Instead of being caught off guard and dying bravely on the initial battlefield at such a distressed moment.

However, this is not within Lancer's control—his master Kenneth, when the emancipator noticed that other heroic spirits were rushing towards Lancer's location, he also rushed here with great efficiency.

Kenneth's face was terribly frightening when he realized the current situation of the Heroic Spirit's lack of magic power and low combat effectiveness.His upper lip lifted unhappily, his face was tensed with dissatisfaction, and even the blue veins on his forehead were throbbing -- his whole face was flushed with anger.

He stared at the Lancer with the utmost gloom and malice until the Lancer bowed his head towards him and knelt down.Due to the extreme lack of magic power, the body of the spear soldier is fluctuating unsteadily, and after a few more minutes at most, he will definitely lose the ability to materialize, let alone fight.

If he is forced to fight the heroic spirit at this time, he will definitely obey.But the current state of Lancer is probably the weakest of the seven heroic spirits.If he didn't want to withdraw from the battle due to this defeat, Kenneth had to return with Lancer, interrupting the plan to attract the enemy ahead of time.

This trash...!

Kenneth cursed angrily.

If it was Alexander the Great who planned to summon at the beginning, he would not have been placed in such a humiliating situation!

Obviously the plan was to take the initiative to provoke, to seal the enemy with the characteristics of Lancer's Noble Phantasm, and to eliminate competitors in advance, but this waste, after exposing its own existence, has no effect!Even implicating himself in escaping from the enemy!

Moreover, he dared to leave his mistress in an unknown place, and then left alone—— Sola...!Thinking of what kind of treatment his fiancée would suffer if he was discovered by other magicians, Kenneth almost tore apart the heroic spirit in front of him in anger and horror.

"... Go back!" Kenneth roared angrily in a sharp voice, then activated the concealment magic, and disappeared before the other participants arrived.

Lancer maintained the posture of kneeling on one knee, closed his eyes, and lowered his head deeply.