69novels Chapter 126 The Broken Demon Spear
Chapter 126 The Broken Demon Spear
On the slope, the golden Star Holy Sword clashed violently with two demonic spears, one red and one yellow.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!!"
The dense, metallic clanging sounds almost blended together, and the blinding sparks illuminated the dimly lit front courtyard of the Tohsaka residence as bright as day.
Each clash of weapons was accompanied by a violent gust of air that could almost tear the void apart, carving out shocking furrows into the surrounding hard ground.
However, from Irisviel's perspective in the distance, the battle appeared to be an almost overwhelming affair from the very beginning.
Lancer's skills were undeniably agile; his twin pistols moved like two dragons descending a mountain.
The red Rose of Destruction is specifically designed to break through magic defenses, while the yellow Rose of Annihilation curses wounds.
The shifting movements of his body showcased the agility of Celtic warriors to its fullest extent.
But that's all.
Arthur, standing in front of him, showed no sign of nervousness.
With only the red dragon's godlike strength and the pure swordsmanship honed through countless life-and-death battles, Arthur firmly suppressed Diarmuid's twin spears, keeping them three feet away from him.
It failed to inflict any injury on him.
"Too slow, Diarmuid."
Arthur slightly shifted his body, narrowly and precisely avoiding the red spear aimed at his throat.
Then, with a simple and unadorned backhand slash, he unleashed a torrent of magical power, slamming it hard into the shaft of the yellow spear!
"Bang!!"
The violent tremor caused Dirumdo's arm muscles to spasm violently, and he uncontrollably staggered back seven or eight steps.
He was breathing heavily, his hands gripping the gun handle were trembling violently, and blood was seeping from the base of his thumb.
"Lancer, obey my command."
Through magical communication between Master and Servant, Kenneth, hiding in the shadows, spoke with his usual arrogant and cold voice:
"The Golden Archer of the Tohsaka family has died in battle, and the current King Arthur is just a lone pillar that cannot hold up the battle."
I don't need you to fight desperately. Keep your distance, use guerrilla tactics, and find out his hand.
"Waiting for that female Arthur from Einzbern to arrive is the most efficient tactic."
Hearing his lord's calculating instructions in his mind, Diarmuid pursed his lips tightly, a deep pain flashing in his amber eyes.
The lord's orders were correct; this was the most appropriate tactic, but...
As a Fiona knight who sought a fair and square duel, this underhanded tactic of pushing his allies out as cannon fodder sent chills down his spine.
Arthur held the Star Sword at his side, looking at the struggling Celtic knight before him, a sigh of disappointment appearing in his clear emerald eyes.
Prior to this, Tokiomi and Kirei Kotomine had already informed Kenneth's camp of its current situation through Assassin's surveillance reports.
That proud yet inherently suspicious monarch, that noble fiancée struggling with a twisted infatuation...
"You are in great pain, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne."
Arthur took a step forward, and the absolute pressure of the British Red Dragon swept over him like a tidal wave:
"I have no intention of belittling your loyalty. In Camelot, I also had countless noble knights who were willing to shed their last drop of blood for me."
But looking at you now, I only feel sorrow.
Diarmuid gripped his twin pistols tightly, enduring the overwhelming pressure like a dragon, and gritted his teeth, saying:
"To wield my lance for my lord is my lifelong ambition! Even if my lord's methods are contrary to my chivalry, I will never betray him!"
"You didn't betray anyone, you were just running away."
Although Arthur's tone was calm, it shattered Diarmuid's self-deceptive attempt to paint a rosy picture:
"Your life ended in tragedy because of Princess Granny and King Finn."
Now, in order to wash away the stigma of infidelity, you have made absolute obedience your only armor.
You know perfectly well that your lord is suspicious of you day and night because of the alluring mole on your face.
But you pretended not to see anything, just kept your head down and said, "Yes, sir."
"Your so-called die-hard loyalty is nothing more than a selfish act of self-gratification to satisfy your own obsessions!"
Arthur raised his sword:
"You deliberately ignored the tragedies around you caused by you, and wasted your unparalleled martial arts skills in a cowardly escape."
Is this the magnanimity of Scáthach's successor?!
"!!!"
Dirumdo was struck dumb, frozen in place.
Kenneth's delaying orders were still echoing in his mind, but at this moment those voices seemed extremely distant.
Arthur's words did not break his loyalty, but they ripped out the cowardly soul deep within him that he had never dared to face, leaving it raw and bleeding.
So... the "loyalty" he risked his life to protect was, in the eyes of a true king, nothing more than a pathetic act of self-escape?
"No...that's not how it is..."
Diarmuid murmured softly, his expression pale but not angry, only showing the extreme pain of being seen through.
"My lord."
For the first time in his mind, Diarmuid interrupted Kenneth's rambling speech in an extremely solemn and hoarse voice.
"I will obey your orders. I will follow your instructions and use my own body to uncover all of this Knight King's trump cards for you."
"What did you say?" Kenneth was taken aback.
"But I am also a disciple of Queen Scáthach, and a fellow student of the King of Britain!"
Diarmuid's eyes changed; the false shell of a servant was stripped away by Arthur at that moment.
His soul transcended and awakened amidst excruciating pain.
He has transformed back into the first warrior in Irish mythology who dared to burn everything for the honor of warriors!
"With this shot, I will neither retreat nor engage in guerrilla warfare!"
Diarmuid raised his right hand high and slammed the Red Rose of Destruction into the ground, gripping the Yellow Rose of Destruction tightly with both hands.
His entire body was engulfed in a terrifyingly intense blue magical flame.
That was the only form of resistance he could muster as a warrior, without disobeying Kenneth's order to "find out their hand":
"King of Knights! This shot is my final strike, a response to the teachings of my predecessors, a cleansing of the cowardice I've borne throughout my life!!"
"boom!!"
In the void, the ancient and desolate sound of war drums from the Land of Shadows seemed to echo.
Diarmuid transformed into a resolute meteor, the tip of his spear bursting forth with a chilling light that pierced the night, carrying a desperate, do-or-die momentum as it thrust straight toward Arthur's heart!
Seeing this shot, a genuine smile of appreciation finally appeared on Arthur's face.
"This is the kind of sharpness that Scáthach's students should have. Very good, Diarmuid."
Arthur took a deep breath and slowly grasped the hilt of the Star Sword with both hands, offering this truly awakened warrior his highest respect.
"Then, as a fellow disciple... I will shatter you right here!"
"—Wind King's Hammer!!"
In an instant, the storm around the holy sword, compressed by the ultimate magic power, was suddenly released!
That wasn't just ordinary wind; it was a violent wind pressure capable of reversing the direction of airflow and tearing the earth's surface!
The golden sword of Excalibur shone so brightly in the night sky, and the raging storm, like a heavy cannon, struck Diarmuid's resolute spearhead head-on.
"Bang!!"
Under the impact of this hurricane that exceeded the limits of physics, the divine spear in Diarmuid's hand emitted a clear, mournful cry.
"Click."
The doomed yellow rose was snapped in two by the storm at one-third of the way down from the spear tip!
Amidst the flying fragments of gun barrels, Diarmuid's already exhausted body was flung away in the storm like a kite with a broken string.
It finally crashed heavily onto the ground some distance from the Tohsaka residence, kicking up a cloud of dust.
In the distant shadows, Irisviel grew weaker at a visible rate.
"Ugh... Ahh!"
With the complete collapse of Diarmuid's spirit origin, the unimaginably vast and powerful soul of the Heroic Spirit surged into her small Grail vessel once again like a flood bursting its banks.
Irisviel's body trembled violently, and she could no longer hold on. She collapsed completely against the wall, falling into endless agony.