gaze of war

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Otherwise, I really can't understand how I managed to have only 4 readers read the article a day...

"...Uh...uh cough..." Due to the extreme pain, Irisviel wailed intermittently in a low voice.

Her arms were convulsed, her fingers trembled violently, and she bent her body slightly, trying to stop Morrigan's movements, but in the end she could only put her hands on Morrigan's arms feebly, panting weakly like a cat.

Tears welled up in Irisviel's eyes.

But she is in too much pain.

He didn't even have the strength to cast a look of resentment at Morrigan, the pupils had already started to spread rapidly amidst the severe pain and blood loss.Her fingers brushed against Morrigan's icy cold arm weakly, before she even felt the extreme cold temperature, she lost her strength and slid down feebly.

At her trivial struggle, Morrigan lowered his eyes slightly and drew his hand away.

Bright red blood spurted out with her fingers, splashing everywhere.

Almost instantly, Irisviel's body fell forward.

The bright red pupils have already changed into a cloudy hue, and the functions of the body are rapidly losing.

The momentum of falling suddenly stopped.

"Cough uh..."

Irisviel coughed.

The sound was already very faint.

The cold caused by blood loss was intertwined with the excruciating pain, causing her vision to present a strange patch of black and white, like countless bugs flying back and forth, dragging her consciousness into an abyss of no return.

……what.

Irisviel's thoughts that had already begun to sink into chaos suddenly became clearer.

She blinked her eyes dully and thought for a while with all her strength before she suddenly realized that she was being embraced by someone.

in a very gentle motion.

...but with a bitter chill.

who is it?

Irisviel never thought that anyone would treat her so tenderly at this moment.

But those arms gave her a strange sense of peace.

But...it's really cold.

She gasped weakly, every strand of air passing through her trachea was like a thin sharp knife, cutting back and forth inside her scarred body.That subtle but sharp pain was cruelly depriving her of her last ability to think.

so cold.

Is it because it is too cold?

It was pitch black.

Even thinking has begun to be frozen by the cold.

"Go to sleep."

Someone whispered in her ear with a hoarse voice.

"Go to sleep...Irisviel."

"Go to sleep."

"...whatever you are."

Irisviel closed her eyes.

As if lying on a swamp, she slowly allowed herself to sink into the silent abyss.

Kotomine Kirei watched the scene before him.

Morrigan embraced the dying android tenderly, as if nursing his most precious treasure.

Her long black hair slid down Irisviel's cheeks to her shoulder blades, gently sticking to her thin back.

The goddess lowered her face.

She closed her eyes slightly, and whispered in the ear of the silver-haired woman, like a mother coaxing her child to sleep.

However, the child's blood was dripping down the fingertips onto the long white dress.

They dripped silently, leaving irregular circular marks on the pure clothes.They infiltrated quietly, dormant in the silk thread, and then slowly turned into a rotting purple-black.

The warm and soft body quickly became cold and stiff in the embrace of the goddess of death.And Morrigan looked down at her, not showing any surprise at the abnormal decay of the body beyond common sense.

"……Ah."

Morrigan laughed softly.She let go of her arms, allowing the corpse to fall heavily on the ground, and then stretched out her hand towards the body.The ball of light that only she could see slowly floated up from Irisviel's forehead.Small, soft, and as fragile as a baby bird that just broke its shell.

Then, in front of everyone, that body turned into a golden cup-shaped prop—it radiated golden light, slowly suspended, illuminating the entire underground warehouse.

Matou Kariya's gaze was drawn to him.

Kirei Mine Kirei still stared deeply at Morrigan's movements, his dark brown eyes were full of emotions that no one could understand—even though he couldn't see what Morrigan did with human eyes at all, However, he could still hear the silent, soft sound of divine power surging.

Morrigan closed his eyes slightly, and gently held the ball of light that was struggling to escape in his palm.

Withdrawing his gaze from staring at her, Kotomine Kirei slowly lowered his head.

The magic field in the underground warehouse suddenly changed.

Without any warning, something from outside broke into here abruptly.

And before the intruder showed his figure, the Berserker had already reacted violently—it roared crazily, swung the long sword full of black smoke violently, and slashed down in one direction viciously !

"ber..."

Matou Kariya was about to stop his followers, but swallowed his voice the next moment.

The blond girl knight in silver armor showed her figure under Berserker's sword, and resisted Berserker's surprise attack with an invisible long sword.The two swords collided violently, making a unique crisp sound of steel, and then struck countless times at a high speed that humans could not see clearly.

The underground warehouse suffered from the aftermath of the confrontation between the two heroic spirits and was on the verge of collapse.

Morrigan cast a look at Saber with a half-smile, and then levitated gently.

She was facing the golden chalice floating in the air.

Morrigan narrowed his eyes slightly.

This Holy Grail...wasn't something she had sworn to destroy at all costs.

It's just the key.

is the key to the true Holy Grail.

Then.

To allow that thing... to actually be born?

Saber didn't have the extra energy to pay attention to their movements.

Her expression was unprecedentedly severe.

What she holds in her hand is the unique divine sword, but she has nothing to do with the black knight's long sword.

In the fierce confrontation, the two long swords just kept rubbing against each other to produce scorching sparks, but neither of them could cut off the other's weapon.

can not see clearly.

The face, figure and weapon were all shrouded in fuzzy black smoke.

And if you try to concentrate and try to see his true face clearly, you will find that your vision is completely blurred, contrary to common sense.

The enemy Saber faced had an ability similar to the effect of her Wind King Barrier, and it might have been blessed by some god or elf to protect his true appearance from being noticed by anyone.Not being able to know exactly the true identity of this enemy, and never even hearing him speak, made Saber feel a little uneasy.

I don't know why, but I always feel that Berserker's fighting style is somewhat familiar.

But Saber was completely unable to separate his mind to recall the origin of this familiarity under his offensive.

Perfect swordplay.

Fierce and monster-like strange power.

Totally insane without fear of death.

All this made Saber feel extremely troublesome.

And she was also concerned about Irisviel's situation—the magic power fluctuations here were too chaotic, and she could no longer distinguish Irisviel's existence instantly, and Berserker's surprise attack left her with no time to care about him.

The somewhat distracted Knight King was attacked mercilessly by the Black Knight.

Ominous black smoke and a faint hoarse roar escaped from the gap in his helmet, and the long sword emitting black smoke slashed heavily on Saber's long sword again and again, shaking Saber's arms numb.

What's more troublesome is that the black knight seems to be quite familiar with Saber's attacking moves, the angle of swinging the sword, and even the tiny habit of every movement-every time the two swords intersect, Saber has a feeling of being crushed and beaten by an enemy who fully understands herself. of depression.

This feeling made her restless.

She frowned tightly, trying to see the face of the enemy clearly, but she was always defeated by the layer of black smoke.

Unable to perceive the truth with the eyes.

But Saber felt almost instinctively that they knew each other.

The two swords intersected again.

The black knight crazily used monster-like strength to push down Saber's sword.Unceasingly, unceasingly, a huge force that seemed to have no upper limit at all, pressed Saber down hard.

The armor creaked, and the arms that resisted the huge force trembled violently. Saber exhausted all her strength, but she couldn't stop her feet from slowly sinking down.

"Ah...ah...hahahahaha..."

The black knight, who was just roaring and roaring repeatedly, suddenly let out a hoarse laugh.

The red eyes hidden in the helmet burned fiercely.

"Ar... thur...!!!"

Laughing hoarsely, the black knight called out the name intermittently.

Saber opened her eyes wide in shock.

Arturia Pendragon, this is the real name of Saber.However, in history, her name was Arthur, and she was the most famous king in the history of Great Britain.

Being able to recognize her real body proved that the black knight in front of him was by no means an unknown person.

"I am Artoria Pendragon, King of Great Britain, Heroic Spirit. As a witness of the knight's glory, report your name and fight me fairly!" Saber shouted loudly, flicking the black knight's blade opened, and then quickly jumped back to stand still, pointing the tip of the sword directly at the black knight's face.

"Ah...ah...!"

As if dying of laughter, the black knight yelled intermittently.

Facing the challenge posed by Saber in the majestic posture of a knight, the actions and voice of the black knight showed extremely strong emotions—his armor collided with each other due to the trembling of his body, making a rattling sound, and the depths of his helmet There was a low-pitched whine that was almost like a cry.

The fire in the armor exploded suddenly.

The black knight stretched out his arms in both pain and pleasure.

The black smoke slowly clinging to his body all the time spun and disappeared without a trace as if being swallowed by him.

The armor, weapons, and face covered by the black smoke are all revealed.

Saber's pupils slowly tightened as those familiar features emerged bit by bit.

More elegant than anyone.

more loyal than anyone.

A knight who is more upright and bright than anyone else——

"Why...why...why is it you?!!!" The King of Knights asked desperately, "...Lancelot!"