gaze of war

The author has something to say: the end of the good Kavan period.

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"……Humph."

Facing the goddess' teasing exclusive words, the knight just snorted coldly and stopped speaking.His expression remained unchanged, but there was a slight smile in his blood-colored eyes.Because of this smile, the terrifying red eyes also looked a lot gentler.

Morrigan planted a light kiss on his affectedly tense cheek and left his arms happily.

She turned her eyes slowly, cast a glance in a certain direction, then turned her head, smiled a few times, drew out her voice slowly, and said with deep emotion: "It's really...pleasant. "

She closed her eyes, raised her chin slightly, and sniffed the subtle breath in the air beside the knight.

Saber's long sword and Berserker's treasure collided heavily, making a crisp sound unique to metal.

Diarmuid turned his head expressionlessly, looking at the distant sky, his blood-colored eyes narrowed slightly.

The priest in black stood quietly behind her like a god of death, his deep eyes fixed on her.

The man in the black jacket fell to his knees in pain, panting hoarsely.

The holy grail floated quietly, exuding an unexpectedly soft radiance.

Watching all this, the goddess burst out laughing.

She chuckled lightly and questioned.

——I didn't ask anyone deliberately, and I didn't need anyone's answer.

She just kept asking questions in her hoarse, piercing voice, in a calm, unwavering tone.

"Is the magic turbulent?"

"Is the blood boiling?"

"Do you hear the rhythm of the drums?"

"Are you nervous?"

"Want to kill?"

"Want to hear the howling?"

"Want to—destroy everything?"

The goddess let out a hoarse laugh.

The expression on her face was extremely calm and gentle, but the words that kept coming out of her mouth were completely opposite to the expression on her face.

"Let's fight, use sharp weapons, soft flesh, and warm internal organs... to grind them into meat paste!"

"Let's fight, no matter what kind of enemy they are, they will ruthlessly take their lives."

"Cry, scream like an animal waiting to be slaughtered!"

"Desperate, tear your heart to shreds—!"

"Bleed, let life flow with that sweet red liquid—"

"Die - die, die, die, die!!"

She raised her face and laughed loudly, "Die! You can die with a smile, you can die with tears, you can be killed, you can commit suicide, you can die in a war, or you can die. Whether the body is destroyed by disease or the heart is broken by despair, die, collapse, die, and give your soul to my hands!"

Her voice is constantly mixed with noise like electric noise in this drum-like rhythm. Every time she speaks, more human voices will be added. By the last sentence, her voice has completely changed. It became a complex voice like countless people talking together, and behind her, a phantom of a pair of huge black wings has emerged.

The noisy voice was purified in an instant.

The Goddess of War smiled cruelly.

At some point in her hand, she held an exquisitely crafted scabbard.Watching the battle between Saber and Berserker, she announced with a smile:

"Where I am - is the battlefield!"

The scabbard was crushed in her palm.

Something is wrong.

The beating frequency of the heart suddenly accelerated, and the speed of blood flow also continued to rise.

The speed of thinking has also increased, but the control has dropped significantly.

The reaction speed is getting faster, and the tolerance to pain has been greatly improved-the wound that was originally painful, now there is only a slight tingling pain, which can't affect her fighting rhythm at all.

……how?

It's like... going berserk.

Just as this thought flashed across his mind, Berserker's ferocious offensive was already approaching.

In the blink of an eye, Saber turned slightly sideways, avoiding the berserker's slash with a very small distance, but was scratched by the wind blade brought up by the opponent's treasure on the side of her face, and the wound was exposed to the air, with a huge area Blood gushed out of the wound almost immediately.

Before she could heal the wound on her cheek in time, a horizontal slash came after her aggressively. Saber raised her sworn victory sword in a bit of embarrassment, blocking the attack of the elf sword with the blade, but because of that The hasty defensive posture was violently impacted.

Almost immediately, Saber lost her balance and flew to the side.

Taking advantage of that short opportunity, Saber adjusted her posture in the air in embarrassment, regained her balance, and before hitting the ground with her back, she inserted her long sword into the buffer of the ground and half-kneeled on the ground.

No pain is felt.

With such a small injury, she didn't feel any pain at all.

It's not that there is no pain, but - "I can't feel it".

The pain sensation is unusually stripped away.

Even if blood splattered, or even bloody, she couldn't feel it at all.

All attention is sucked in by the invisible vortex.

The blood is boiling.

Inside the head... buzzing.

His hands trembled, trembling involuntarily.

Can't feel pain.

The whole body is hot.

Self-control is rapidly decreasing.

...that's not right.

The remaining willpower was sending a warning to Saber.

But it doesn't stop there.

The words disappeared from her mind like a flash in the pan.

Saber also fell into passive self-preservation again.

In just a split second, Berserker attacked again.

With a magnificent sword skill that would never lose to Saber, he frantically launched an offensive against the passive defensive Saber.

The storm-like attack put Saber in a completely disadvantageous situation. She exhausted her strength in resisting the Berserker's "Indestructible Lake Light", her hands and feet became numb, and her resistance speed became slower and slower.

In just a second, several wounds appeared on Saber's body again, and these wounds were without exception gushing blood, but they also did not bring any pain to Saber.

... so annoying!

Struggling to resist the berserker's attack, Saber couldn't help becoming upset and irritable.

The slightly irritating pain and the oppressive feeling of being pressed and beaten all the time made her mind even more confused.

Why...don't I resist?

I want to win.

I want to win the Holy Grail——because I made a promise with Irisviel, we must... get the Holy Grail together.

attack it.

attack!

Go on the offensive without thinking about anything!

fast.

quick--

quick! !

Kill it.

Kill, kill, kill, kill!Cut his body into two completely, together with the armor on his body!

Completely destroy that beautiful treasure and break his arm!

Resentment?

Then resent... resent to the fullest, and then——

Just like that, with this resentment and unwillingness, fall into hell! ! !

……What's wrong with me?

The moment before cutting towards Lancelot, Saber thought vaguely.But that notion was completely dispelled when their weapons were handed over violently.

The green eyes became cloudy.

A flush of excitement stained her fair cheeks.

No pain, no time to think—Saber completely lost her mind during the battle with her former best friend.

Saber wasn't the only one affected.

From the moment the goddess showed her black-winged form, the surrounding air began to faintly vibrate and make noisy sounds.The beasts began to howl loudly and ran in all directions, and the insects wriggled out from the hidden darkness, making rustling noises.Birds chirped sharply one after another, flapping their wings and circling restlessly in the air.

Kariya Matou's breathing became more and more painful, and although Kirei Mine's expression didn't change much, the breath around him also became a little erratic.

Even Diarmuid began to tremble with his hands, unconsciously clenched the treasure embodied in his hands, and his muscles tensed as if he was ready to fight at any time.

The goddess looked up at the distant sky.

She has been staring in that direction for a long time - no one knows what she is looking at.

Feel happy.

Incomparably... malevolent pleasure.

Can clearly feel the huge magic power coming from that direction at high speed.

Undoubtedly, only that person—no, to be precise, only that heroic spirit has such a huge aura.

The ancient hero king and demigod—Gilgamesh.

"The last performer has arrived."

The pupils are as black as an abyss.

The repertoire that the Goddess of War was looking forward to finally——

Officially begin.