Tribute to the Demon King

No, it's not just Berserker... even the dead soldier and the war elephant that appeared seemed to have lost power and stagnated at the same time.

"...Hello, Darius?"

In the silence of the sudden visit, Rider looked up at the three-meter tall giant who suddenly stood still as if turning into a statue, and after a long time, he asked tentatively, "What's wrong with you?"

However, he didn't get any response.

"It should be... it should be that the magic power is not enough."

Supporting Bucephalus who staggered to his feet, Weber got up from the back of the war elephant with a grin, and replied intermittently: "Berserker's Noble Phantasm should not be provided by everyone like your inherent enchantment. Devil's..."

"...I see. Is there a shortage of logistics?"

Rider sighed deeply.

Standing up from the ground, he picked up his saber.

Just tens of seconds ago, the engraving worms in Matou Kariya's body stopped moving when he fell on the sand.

In order to maintain the materialization of Berserker, Kariya itself is a burden.And to completely liberate oneself from the Noble Phantasm, the kind of mana consumption is not something Kariya can bear.

Even for the engraving worms that devour their bodies in exchange for mana, this is far beyond their workload.

Although Kariya, who had lost consciousness, was somewhat relieved by the hot wind blowing from the bottom up, he did not immediately lose his life due to falling from a high place.However, the damage from the fall and the engraving and overdrawing of the body by the engraving worms gradually extinguished the candle of his life.

The reserve mana that would have allowed the Servant to stay in the real world for several hours even if he lost the Msater's offering, could not last even a few minutes after entering the battle.Not to mention Berserker, who consumes a lot of mana.

To support the battle of thousands of people at the same time, and to maintain the existence of the War Elephant of Death and the fierce battle between himself and Rider, the last trace of mana was exhausted within ten seconds.

At this moment, the magic power driving this killing machine suddenly dried up, causing Berserker to come to an emergency stop as if malfunctioning.

...So, in the end, he won again because of this reason.

"You're unlucky, old chap."

Responding with a deep voice, Rider grabbed his saber and walked in front of his old enemy.

Then, he put his hand on Berserker's stomach.Clearly felt the heartbeat that was getting slower and weaker.

At that moment, Iskandar realized very clearly that Darius' death was approaching.

That being the case—

The next moment, amidst Weber's exclamation, Rider solemnly clenched the hilt of his sword, raised his arm, and pierced Darius' chest with the sharp blade as if performing some sacred ceremony.

"That's all, old friend."

Rider muttered in a low voice as if he was suppressing his anger: "That's it—you were defeated by me, Iskandar, and it wasn't for some random reason."

"That's right, that's fine. Iskandar."

A nostalgic voice sounded gently above Rider's head.

Rider raised his head in surprise, only to see that the rakshasa-like face was devoid of anger and frenzy at the moment.The clear and pure eyes quietly watched the defeated enemy, showing a kind smile.

When the contract with the Master was broken, Berserker was freed from the spell of madness while taking advantage of the gap.

"I'm really grateful... It's a kind of luck to die at your hands."

Smiling contentedly, Berserker said softly: "It would be great if I could form an alliance with you. Persia and Greece will definitely continue to prosper, and the people will be happy."

"I won't be satisfied if it's just an alliance, Darius."

With a slight smile on his face, Rider solemnly replied: "If I can't conquer you together, it means I still have shortcomings."

"It has nothing to do with that. If possible, I would also like to be your friend... But I desire peace, but you seek war. If you do not accept the peace, I will not send my people to the battlefield. Then It's hell."

Berserker looked down calmly at the dagger that Rider gradually pulled out from his chest, and his body gradually dissipated into spirit particles.

But at this moment, Rider frowned innocently like a child, and said it as a matter of course.

"What are you talking about? Haven't we been friends for a long time?"

Saying that, Rider unsuspectingly stretched out his right hand to Darius who was holding a giant axe.

At this time, if Berserker wanted to, as long as he chopped down the giant axe, Rider would be directly cut in half by his own.

Sighing at this guy's recklessness, Darius, whose figure had become quite transparent, couldn't help laughing.

"Ah... yes, my friend."

A strong handshake—for the first time, the hands of the two kings were firmly held together.

Author's message:

Chapter 2 is finally finished... I hope you are so strong! (chest out)

I have to get up early tomorrow, I'll go to bed first, kids... (Lie down)

Chapter 74 Where I Will Finally Arrive

For the first time, two people who regarded each other as old enemies and best friends reached an understanding.

"Iskandar, it's lucky to meet you this time..."

King Darius finally showed a faint smile, and looked down at Rider.

Finally, he turned into a gentle afterglow like the setting sun, and disappeared here.