Final Battle (Part 2) / Final Battle (Part 3)

To have one of the Clock Tower's "Lord" help you all the way and still dare to complain, you really have a lot of influence.

But complaining was useless, as the two had already reached the edge of the battlefield.

"That's it."

No guidance was needed; the roar of the battlefield already reached their ears. Looking up at the battle, a spectacle unimaginable or even indescribable to ordinary people, Kayneth remained silent.

Wang Xiaoming, who wanted to use telepathy to let Medea that he was alright, suddenly felt a dark shadow flash past beside him. Turning around, he found that Kayneth, who had just been beside him, had somehow started heading towards the battlefield.

Stopping it is impossible; Wang Xiaoming can barely walk now and can only lean against the nearby wreckage watching Kayneth's performance.

"In the name of your lord, Diarmuid there!"

As Kayneth stepped onto the battlefield, his powerful voice resounded throughout the entire area, drawing everyone's attention.

"Oh?"

The brief silence on the battlefield also drew the attention of Irisviel, who was also watching the battle.

Having retained Irisviel's memories, she naturally recognized Kayneth as Lancer's Master. Her slender, blade-like eyebrows twitched slightly, and a mocking smile curved her lips.

"You?"

Immediately afterwards--

"Lancer!"

A malicious shout pierced the night, Diarmuid, who had been facing Saber, suddenly turned to look at his former lord.

Ah, the loyal knight has slain his beloved lord...

With the script she had drawn up in her mind, Irisviel's eyes were practically overflowing with amusement and delight.

Although Irisviel gave the order, Diarmuid, who was supposed to receive it, did not move. No, it wasn't that he didn't react; Diarmuid was trembling all over, as if he was resisting Irisviel's command.

"... Lancer!"

Perhaps not expecting this situation, a slightly flustered Irisviel tried to call out to Diarmuid again, only to be interrupted by a sarcastic sneer from the other side.

"Oh--"

Irisviel looked up in surprise, only to see Kayneth with a calm expression, seemingly unsurprised by what was happening before her.

"If my knight doesn't even possess this kind of spirit..."

Although he didn't finish his sentence, the composure and confidence in his tone made Irisviel grit her teeth in anger.

"What are you pretending for!"

"Berserker!"

"Irisviel" called out once more, but this time the target was no longer the Knight of the Lances.

Upon receiving the order, Lancelot roared and abandoned Saber in front of him, charging towards Kayneth without regard for his own safety. Seeing this, Saber rushed forward to block Lancelot's path, but before she could take a step, she heard...

Clang--

A crimson Magic Spear was already positioned in front of Lancelot.

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Synopsis: I have nothing left...

Yet, I still cannot escape...

All that remained was a heart full of hatred and rage...

So... let me embrace this spiral of contradictions until my destruction...

--Neo Avilukes (Touhou Gensokyo series)

All works by Jie Daoshu are masterpieces.

Chapter 133. The Final Battle (Part 2)

"Wrrrr--"

The Berserker class's Mad Enhancement, coupled with the distortion of the Black Mud, made it impossible for Lancelot to remove the shackles called [Frenzy]. Even if the opponent was his most beloved king, the Black Knight could still wield his sword without mercy.

The instant he received Irisviel's order, Lancelot immediately changed direction and rushed towards Kayneth's location without hesitation!

"Danger!"

Upon seeing this, Saber immediately stepped forward, intending to block Lancelot's path with her body. However, before she could take a step, a crimson lightning bolt struck Lancelot from the other side, who had already started his attack.

However, Lancelot, who was the one taking the attack, didn't even make a move to dodge. Rather, the sudden blow was completely ineffective for him.

Although he didn't succeed, the Black Knight's high-speed advance slowed down.

Immediately afterwards, a figure as nimble as a fox appeared beside Lancelot, then turned and kicked him directly in the faceplate.

This kick sent Lancelot, who hadn't even had time to react, sprawling to the ground. The force of the blow was evident in the several-meter-long scratches left on the bluestone pavement.

However, the figure did not take this opportunity to pursue. Using the force of the kick to Lancelot, it flipped over and landed in front of Kayneth, kneeling down.

"I am sorry, my lord. It is a dereliction of duty for a knight to be bound by such filth as his lord's knight."

A clear and cheerful voice resounded across the battlefield, invigorating Saber, who had been somewhat demoralized by the battle. Turning around, she looked at the knight of the spear kneeling on the ground and exclaimed with delight:

"Lancer!"

Ah, I'm so sorry, Saber.

Upon hearing Saber's voice, the Lancer expressed his apologies to his opponent in a helpless tone.

At this moment, the black mist covering Diarmuid's body began to dissipate, and his handsome face reappeared before everyone's eyes.

"No problem."

Saber shook her head with a smile. At that moment, she was overjoyed that her comrade had regained his senses, so how could she possibly blame him?

"As expected of you..."

Diarmuid was taken aback upon receiving the reply, then shook his head with a wry smile. As a fellow knight, he naturally understood Saber's thoughts.

Since that's the case, then I won't be pretentious anymore.

"Snort!"

Just then, a cold snort from the side interrupted the two men's reminiscing, and only then did everyone notice Kayneth's slightly displeased expression.

"Your subordinate has been rude; I beg your forgiveness, my lord!"

Upon seeing Kayneth in this state, Diarmuid did not argue further and immediately lowered his head to apologize.

Upon witnessing this, Saber seemed to want to defend Lancer, but considering Kayneth's personality, Saber felt it was better to remain silent.

"Um..."

However, the tense atmosphere always needs someone to break it. A polite yet awkward voice suddenly rang out. Wang Xiaoming walked forward from the edge of the battlefield and pointed to the battlefield in mid-air, saying:

"Can you save my Caster?"

Medea was still entangled with Rider and Assassin in mid-air, but judging from the situation on the battlefield, she was beginning to show signs of defeat due to her depleted magic.

"Let me go."

Upon hearing Wang Xiaoming's request, Diarmuid resolutely spoke. He gripped the two spears again, and in his temporary spirit form, he landed precisely on Rider's oxcart.

Seeing Rider's face also shrouded in black mist, the Lance Knight's expression darkened. Having experienced this himself, he understood the pain and still felt lingering fear; if Kayneth hadn't arrived in time...

"Wake up, Rider!"

I desperately wanted to wake Rider, but all I got in return was a meaningless roar and a sword already drawn from its sheath.

"Then I'm sorry..."

Seeing Rider abandon the oxcart and charge forward wielding his sword, Diarmuid sighed softly, his eyes narrowing. He then swung his crimson spear sharply, using the advantage of the weapon to strike Rider hard in the waist.

On the oxcart traveling at high speed through the air, Rider, who was already unsteady on his feet, fell straight down from mid-air after losing the reins that were meant to hold him steady.

Standing on the oxcart, watching Rider fall to the ground, and just as he was pondering what to do with the cart beneath his feet, he suddenly heard Medea's shout from behind:

"Lancer, get out of the way!"

Without a doubt, as soon as the sound rang out, Diarmuid decisively abandoned the oxcart and leaped high into the air.

The next second--

A purple magic cannon streaked across the sky, its roar drowning out the mournful bellow of the Bull of Heaven. When the light in mid-air dissipated again, there was no trace of the oxcart.

Medea, who was the instigator, snorted coldly after seeing this scene.

Originally Witch, she didn't have Saber's patience. Medea was entangled with Rider and Assassin and couldn't get away, had long been holding back her anger.

Upon seeing the oxcart without its driver, Medea could no longer contain herself. After reminding Lancer, who was perhaps already conscious, her pent-up anger transformed into magic, illuminating half of the night sky above Ryuudou Temple.

Before she could even admire her masterpiece, Medea, who was thinking of Wang Xiaoming, appeared beside him at lightning speed:

"Anata!"

Her call was filled with worry, and Medea's clear, autumn-water-like eyes were filled with self-reproach and regret.

"Your hand?!"

"Don't worry, it's alright. I've already taken emergency measures." Wang Xiaoming's lips curled up, a pale smile barely forming on his face. With his beloved by his side, the familiar magical fluctuations gave him an unprecedented sense of peace.

"No, it's just an emergency. You need to get away from here now."

Since Wang Xiaoming's safety was at stake, Medea didn't waste any more words. Before Wang Xiaoming could even react, she had already taken him to a place far away from the battlefield.

A surge of magic power continued to gather at his wound, even though his magic power had been severely depleted in the previous battle.

Medea, however, gritted her teeth and focused intently on treating Wang Xiaoming's wounds.

Kayneth, who had seen the retreating enemy from a distance, breathed a sigh of relief before turning his head back to the battlefield.

"You seem quite proud of acting on your own?"

The cold voice caught Diarmuid's attention, and when he turned around, he saw Kayneth's seemingly more displeased expression.

His heart tightened, and he instinctively wanted to apologize, but was interrupted by Wang Xiaoming's voice from afar.

"Alright, you're happy to see Lancer again, so stop wearing that long face."

"Eventful!"

Kayneth glared fiercely in the direction the voice came from, then turned back to the knight in front of him, forcing a "serious" expression as he spoke:

"After you've resolved things here, remember to survive and come before me to beg for forgiveness!"

Upon hearing Kayneth's "verdict," Diarmuid's spirits lifted dramatically.

"Yes, my lord!"

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Chapter 134. The Final Battle (Part 2)

"How could you possibly defeat the power of the Greater Grail!"

The rapidly changing battle situation caught Irisviel somewhat off guard. Looking at Diarmuid walking back onto the battlefield, Irisviel asked with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.

"As our lord said, if we don't even have the courage to resist such filth, wouldn't our dignity be utterly destroyed!"

Wielding a long, murderous lance, the Knight of the Spear spoke with a chilling tone.

"Dignity?"

After recovering from her shock upon hearing Diarmuid's response, Irisviel scoffed disdainfully. Although the course of the battle had taken an unexpected turn, it didn't mean the scales of victory had tipped in Diarmuid's favor. Irisviel looked at Diarmuid with a cold smile:

"Don't make me laugh. If such a thing really existed, how could it have been under my control before?"

"..."