Chapter 12, The Cursed Wrist Killer, The One-Armed Spearman
The thing that was shot away by Martha seemed to be a dark rag. The black rag that looked like it had a certain age gave people a shabby and cheap feeling. It should obviously have a light and soft texture, but after being shot away, it turned out to be...
There is a heavy feeling like a solid piece of meat.
That's a follower.
Mashu immediately reacted and held up a shield with both hands to block Fujimaru Ritsuka. The shield, which was taller than her entire body, became a reassuring and absolute defense wall. Yagi Yukisai held up the holy sword with both hands and blocked it.
In front of Martha.
As a saint, Martha feels that the method of fighting should be to use magic-shaped attacks such as magic, right? Looking at her body, she is not very strong. Yagi Yukisai knows that in various anime and game literature, this
The characters of the Seed Saints are all weak in physical strength, have high magic power, and are most afraid of being approached. After all, I have fused with the Sword Servant. In close combat, I should be more powerful - probably.
As Yagi Xuezai expected, the black cloth-like thing that was blown away made a hunting sound in mid-air, made a circle, flipped beautifully with a swipe, and fell to the ground.
Martha did not give him time to breathe. Saints are compassionate, but they will not hesitate to use violence against beings who cannot reason. As a saint, Martha can clearly feel the servant opposite.
The ominous magical aura on his body is definitely not a being that can be communicated with.
"Jiejiejie..."
The black shadow let out a strange, teeth-breaking laugh, as if part of its head was lifted up. Surrounded by layers of black cloth, there was a pale skull mask.
His left hand was stretched out. It looked slender compared to ordinary people, as if it lacked nutrition, and its skin was as black as coke. His right hand, on the other hand, was bright red and slender, obviously not something that humans could have.
The servant has an ace called a Noble Phantasm. Saber's Noble Phantasm is naturally a sword, and Lancer is a gun. For this dark servant, the Noble Phantasm... is probably this alienated right hand.
The palm of the hand of Satan, which seemed to come from hell, also held a beating heart.
Seeing his terrifying appearance, Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was hiding behind Mashu, couldn't help but shudder. For an ordinary girl, this scene was too bloody. If you are a fan of horror movies, you may not realize it.
What's the problem, but it's still a bit too exciting for Fujimaru Ritsuka.
"Isn't it?! That's not good! Stop him! Don't let him crush that heart!"
Martha's face suddenly turned earth-colored, she screamed in surprise, and waved the long staff in her hand. The pure magic power gathered at the head of the cross staff, turning into a rapid light bullet and hitting the black-robed servant on the opposite side.
"It's too late. It's too late! Jie Jie! The heart of the last master of mankind, I will——"
"I'll accept it politely!"
The handsome voice interrupted the Skeleton Masked Monster's words. This voice that inserted the topic obliquely was too sassy. For a moment, everyone seemed to have forgotten the battle and subconsciously cast their sights.
That's lightning.
Not an adjective.
The extremely fast yellow lightning hit the skeleton servant's alienated right wrist with incomparable precision, and what was more, it hit his thumb.
When a person crushes something hard, his thumb always provides vital support.
The yellow electric light easily shattered his red wrist and knocked his thumb completely off!
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
His wrist was injured, and the severe pain naturally made him make heart-rending sounds.
"llllllllancer!!! You're in the way again!"
Under his skull mask, his voice was distorted and deformed. He desperately tried to crush the heart in his hand with the four fingers involved. However, before that, the person who came took only three steps with brisk and quick steps, as if
The emerald-like green had already cut into the opponent's body, and with a twist of the red gun in his right hand, he cut off the enemy's heart first.
How can flesh and blood compete with steel? Being scratched by the red spear tip, unpleasant blue-purple blood quickly gushes out of the heart.
The person turned his hand, and the red spear, like an extension of the hand bone, drew a beautiful arc and stabbed the skull mask of the black-clothed servant. He seemed to have noticed that his attack could not be effective this time, right? Black
The servant in the skull mask made a reluctant sound, and quickly projected several knives with his left hand, forcing the red-gun warrior in front of him to retreat. The black-clad warrior rose and fell before disappearing from everyone's sight.
"This is a critical moment."
The red spear warrior did not pursue him deeply. He turned the tip of his spear with his right hand and poked his red spear on the ground. He walked towards the position where the skeleton servant was standing just now and pulled up the yellow weapon on the ground with his right hand.
It was also a gun, but it was only about half the length of the red gun. He turned the yellow gun around and inserted it into the belt at the back of his waist.
The reason why [right hand] has been emphasized... is because... the servant in front of me only has one right hand.
His left hand was cut off directly from the left and right sides of his upper arm, leaving it empty.
He is wearing dark green armor, giving people a calm forest-like feeling. He has unruly black hair, handsome facial features, and a humble smile that makes people think [a knight should be like this]. There is a smile between his eyebrows.
With a little embarrassed smile.
Yagi Xuezai noticed that there was a tear mole in the corner of his eye.
Probably, a Servant who can communicate, right?
Yagi Xuezai thought this, and looked at Martha next to him for advice. After all, among everyone now, the only one who knows the Servant best is probably Martha.
Martha showed an unpleasant expression, frowned and said: "Although I don't know where you are a servant, it would be too rude to use charm magic on a woman you just met. Lancer's servant."
Hearing Martha's accusation, the one-armed knight smiled bitterly and showed a subtle expression that he didn't know how to explain: "Although I don't know if you can trust me, this is actually similar to a curse.
Thing. I am Diarmuid, Lancer's servant and a member of the Fianna Knights. That charming magic is actually my tear mole...Sorry, I can't turn off this ability myself."
It was obvious that he had saved everyone, but he still expressed his apology humbly. Seeing the sincerity of his apology, Martha coughed lightly and did not pursue any further questions.
"So, you are the [last masters of mankind], right?"
The knight who called himself Diarmuid said this, picked up the red spear with one hand, and walked towards Fujimaru Ritsuka.
"As you can see, here - there were unexplainable changes in the Fuyuki Holy Grail War in 2004. There are not many servants who can remain rational. Now, please allow me to explain to you that in this Holy Grail War,