Tribute to the Demon King

"I'm just an assassin, a Servant who is useless except for the skill of killing...... Should I say it's an honor to be confronted in such a battle?"

"Ah, it's an honor, Assassin. In this Holy Grail War, you are the first and the last guy to see my hole card... Even the black dog doesn't have such an honor."

Archer said plainly: "Since you know your fate, you might as well just admit defeat."

The next moment, countless long swords in the air tilted slightly at the same time, all aimed at Assassin.

Knowing that you don't have much time to exist, there is no need to hide your hole cards and curb consumption.

With a full-strength blow, Assassin can be defeated directly.

It's true—this is indeed something Assassin can't bear, a blow that can wipe out thousands of troops.

Just looking directly at the thousands of swords hanging in the air, Assassin felt a slight pain in his pupils.The strong sharpness made him almost unable to open his eyes.

...If he was really Siegfried himself, maybe he could just ignore this level of Shura field.

However, he is nothing more than a fake, a fake of the great hero Siegfried."Self-transformation" with Siegfried's body may have supplemented his strength and structure, but he could not get the symbol (symbol) that belonged to the Heroic Spirit—his Noble Phantasm.

If I could have the invulnerable Noble Phantasm transformed into Siegfried's legend...

"Ha...what the hell am I talking about?"

Sighing softly, Assassin shook his head mockingly.

He straightened his back and grasped the black dagger for throwing.

Seeing this scene, Archer opened his eyes slightly in surprise.

"—It's okay to admit defeat, Archer."

With the same tone as Saber, a gentle but firm voice sounded from under the white skull mask: "I admit that you are an amazing guy. But my Master died in your hands, so I can't just pretend not to see it, Die in peace."

"Knowing that there is no chance of winning, do you still struggle..."

Whispering, Archer waved his raised left hand lightly.

That's the sign of an attack.

After a slight stagnation, the thousands of swords suspended in the air fell towards Assassin.

The sky curtain of the sword collapsed.

Within the range of vision, countless swords rushed towards him... The scene was like the sky collapsing in front of his eyes.

"What, Zhuangjue-"

Seeing this shocking scene, Assassin just groaned and charged towards Archer.

The distance shortened rapidly in an instant.

But in less than a quarter of a second, the falling sword severely injured Assassin in an instant.

The eyes were blinded, the chin was cut off, and the white skull mask was split open, revealing a withered face that was no different from a skeleton.

His chest was pierced by a sword, his thigh was torn open with a huge hole, the left arm holding the black dagger blocked six weapons, and was cut off from the shoulder by the seventh, bloody and broken muscles and bones flying.

But even though the flesh was cut, the feet were pierced, and the one-armed assassin was still advancing.

Of course he knew that he had no hope.If it hadn't been for the self-transformation with Siegfried's heart, I'm afraid it would have been dead by now and couldn't die anymore.

But even so, the situation is already very clear... I will definitely not be able to reach it.

But—that's not a reason to give up.

Even though he knows that he has no chance, since he can still move, walk, and kill.

There is no reason to get caught.

My life is full of no regrets——

——Then now is the time to die.

Whispers rolled in his throat, and the eyes of the assassin holding a certain will shone with an incomparably dazzling and resplendent light.

Burn out the fire of life, but also shorten the distance by even one step.

But at this time, the sword that fell from the sky finally penetrated Assassin's body completely, passed through his back, and threw him forward and nailed him to the ground.

When he fell, Assassin stretched out his right arm towards the red knight who was already close at hand, and shouted loudly.

"Overwhelmed with sorrow—"

Author's message:

Qi Er Meow’s words: I’m going to die when the backstage collapsed today... 04:30 and it started to collapse until now. I really can’t stand it anymore...

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The morning star fell.

The dark gray sword sky poured down like a torrential rain.

The torrential rain of swords that drowned Assassin's entire field of vision was as if the end of the world had come only on the land around him.

To describe it, it's like a meteor beam bombarding the surface of a planet.

The sword pulled out from the ground fell back to the ground again, rumbled continuously, and the dust waves that obscured the vision whizzed up, surging towards the sky.