Chapter 915
After that, Shirou and Woodwose's relationship devolved into a mere duel in name only.
Woodwose's claws dug deep into Shirou's flesh.
Even seeing the blood splattering from his chest, Shirou had no complaints.
The claws of the Fang Clan are their greatest weapon, which is not despicable.
Shirou retaliated with punches and kicks.
Although overwhelmingly weaker than Woodwose at full power, Shirou's punches were more precise and sharper.
The piercing thrust was aimed at the abdomen as if it wanted to rupture the internal organs.
The impact of the swinging motion felt like it was about to smash my head.
Without using any Magecraft, Shirou fought the Star's Heat Dissipation Organ to a standstill using only Mana Burst and physical attacks.
"... So!"
Shirou grabbed Woodwose's face with both hands, rendering him unable to move.
"..."
Woodwose's face was smeared with the blood of both sides, and a ferocious grin spread across his face.
Shirou must be the same.
Then--
He slammed it down with his head.
"Gurgle...!!"
Woodwose staggered backward as blood gushed from his nose.
Woodwose, who had already suffered a severe nose injury, was exposed by this attack and would not be able to recover for a while.
Of course, Shirou wouldn't let this opportunity slip by.
Faced with this unmissable moment, Shirou's attention naturally sharpened.
Then, he kicked Woodwose's body with his right foot, imbued with a killing intent and dense magic!
The biggest shock to date has been released.
--On the battlefield, black sparks flew everywhere.
That was the spatial distortion caused by the simultaneous conflict between physical attacks and infinite magical power.
That was the close-combat secret of curse magic that Shirou learned after subduing the Mahoraga.
"Black Flash ----!!"
Originally, this was a technique that could only be performed using Cursed Energy.
In fact, although Shirou had unleashed "Black Flash" before, he had never successfully used magic to unleash it.
Ultimately, magic and Cursed Energy are not the same thing at all.
This is like pouring a monster's claws into a car's fuel tank.
However, despite this seemingly absurd approach, Shirou succeeded.
Ultimately, however, "Black Flash" is an incomprehensible phenomenon that is difficult to reproduce technically, so it's not surprising that Shirou managed to do it.
Thank you, Woodwose...
Without you, I definitely wouldn't have been able to achieve this...
The instant he unleashed "Black Flash," magic surged through Shirou's entire body—
He felt as if his body had been reborn.
Bones cracked, muscles burned, and the outline of the world was gradually swallowed up by his body.
An unprecedented sense of exhilaration and omnipotence.
Shirou felt the magic spreading through every cell, gradually filling himself.
The boundary between the physical body and magic has been eliminated; everything is under the control of consciousness, and can be manipulated even without conscious effort.
Physical body, magical power, and consciousness have all entered their optimal state (Zone).
Overflowing magic.
A surge of instinct.
I just want to unleash my full power.
"Drink...!"
Driven by instinct and driven by a desire for violence, Shirou charged at Woodwose in one fell swoop.
As expected of Woodwose, he blocked it with his right arm at the last second.
"..."
Upon closer inspection, it can be seen that his left rib, which was just hit by the "Black Flash," has begun to heal.
What astonishing physical strength and recovery speed!
The effect of "Black Flash" is an output of 2.5 times the Cursed Energy.
For Shirou was already proficient in "Mana Burst," "Black Flash" was an exponentially increasing attack with the power to instantly kill anything.
If we were to represent it using Noble Phantasm rank, it would be an A+++ level of damage output against enemies.
If we use Heracles's remaining life force as an example, it means taking them all out in one go... well, let's not talk about that.
Even after taking such a blow, Woodwose was still able to stand and had the strength to fight back.
Shirou's punches and kicks must no longer be able to harm him.
Since that's the case... then that's the only way.
Is it possible?
This isn't a question of whether it's possible, it's a question of whether it's absolutely necessary!
The atmosphere has reached this point; it would be too embarrassing not to respond properly.
Without hesitation, Shirou channeled his magic into his fist.
Subsequently,
The jet-black sparks ignited once more under the user's reassured gaze.
"Black Flash ------!!"
Shirou punched Woodwose in the undefended abdomen, sending him flying dozens of meters.
"Oh... Ahhh!"
Woodwose fell heavily to the ground and struggled for a while, but ultimately could not get up.
The outcome is clear: Shirou has won.
Volume 11: 535 Ringing all six bells in one go
Inside the operations command center of Lundinium.
"Still acting recklessly, Shirou."
Jeanne d'Arc crossed her arms over her ample bosom, staring displeasedly at the white-haired youth.
I'm sorry... I made you worry.
Shirou's upper body was completely wrapped in bandages, and he touched the back of his head with a wry smile.
The damage caused by Woodwose's claws cannot be healed by Pan-Human History Magecraft, and he is currently receiving treatment and care from Hope.
I wasn't worried about you.
"The France Saintess puffed out her cheeks and said."
"While I understand that you challenged the enemy commander to a duel in order to minimize our troop losses..."
But to actually boast that he wouldn't use weapons or Magecraft, ha... even if he's going to act recklessly, there should be limits."
Jeanne d'Arc pressed her forehead in exasperation. "Do you think you're a military general from the Three Kingdoms period?"
"Three Kingdoms"
Hope tilted his head, and then came Redra Bitt's excited shouts from outside the tent.
Shirou said, "If I didn't say that, Woodwose wouldn't have agreed to duel me..."
Don't let his appearance fool you, he's actually surprisingly restrained... He wouldn't take the bait if he wasn't confident in a duel.
Although Shirou said that, Hope had a completely different understanding...
She felt that Shirou was having a very enjoyable time fighting Lord Woodwose.
The girl stood on the city wall of Lundinium and saw her master's heartfelt smile from afar.
Mr. Shirou... you actually had a lot of fun, didn't you?
The Saintess frowned slightly. "Even so, you can't... Never mind, you won't listen to anything I say anyway."
Although the battle of Lundinium was won and the Queen's army retreated peacefully, Jeanne d'Arc had been angry since the beginning.
"That's not true, I'll listen."
Shirou said with a serious expression.
"... snort."
Jeanne d'Arc turned her head away, hiding the shyness on her face.
As expected of Shirou...
He's grown up a lot since we parted ways.
He has now completely surpassed his former glory as King Arthur.
Shirou has gone to a much more distant place...
Thinking of this, Jeanne d'Arc couldn't help but feel disgusted with her own body (Spirit Origin) that would never grow.
Heroic Spirit are shadows of the past, and therefore cannot grow.
However, Shirou was different.
So, every time Shirou summons me from now on, will I have to watch his location get further and further away from me?
This is simply unbearable.
For the first time in her life, Jeanne d'Arc of Arc, Saintess, experienced her own selfish desires.
That is to be given a second life as a human being.
She cleared her throat and said coldly, "Anyway, don't forget our agreement."
After everything is over, Shirou, you must help me complete the process of incarnation.
"Yes, because it was agreed upon." Shirou nodded.
"Speaking of which, where's Arthur from the Fae Kingdom? Why haven't I seen her with you?"
"I left her in Orkney and came back alone, because you said the front lines were at a stalemate."
Shirou lied to Woodwose.
He had told Woodwose that the Child of Prophecy had also returned to Lundinium with him, but in reality, he had not.
Artoria's successful escape from Tintagel was entirely due to Woodwose's negligence.
After Shirou said that, Woodwose could no longer find a reason to refuse the duel.
"Alright, it's getting late, I should probably rest too. I have to set off back north tomorrow morning."
Hope exclaimed in surprise, "Huh? Master! You're leaving already? Aren't you going to stay in Lundinium for a few more days?"
"Yes, now that Woodwose and the Queen's Army have retreated, there's no need for me to linger here any longer."