gaze of war

Lancer's mind was completely broken.

—after witnessing the disappearance of the Goddess of War.

He knelt on the spot with empty eyes, his hands stiffened in a hugging posture, and nothing remained in his embrace.

He tightened his arms nervously until the inner sides of his arms touched his body.

His hands were clenched into fists, and his arms were roughly pressed down as if trying to strangle himself——

He curled himself up slowly.He hugged himself tightly like a person who was about to freeze to death, as if he could still feel the touch of those cold arms hugging——

"Woo...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Diarmuid let out a dying cry.

A sweet smell rose from the depths of the throat.

Hands and feet are cold, as if they are necrotic and rotted, and there is no feeling.

The headache was almost exploding.

The heart in the chest convulsed convulsively.

It pulsates chaotically in an out-of-order rhythm.

Ears... full of buzzing.

All the sounds... are gradually becoming crazy and noisy.

Then suddenly, it became as silent as death.

Footsteps approached, then stopped beside him.

But for the heroic spirit at this time, he has completely sealed himself off, completely unable to perceive the information from the outside world.

I'm afraid... Even if he swung a sharp knife at his neck now, he wouldn't have the slightest reaction.

— This man is completely ruined.

Kotomine Kirei looked at Diarmuid who was kneeling on the ground.

Even himself, the man who killed his lord's enemy, could not attract any attention from him.

Even if an enemy like himself became his new lord, he never made any objection to it—perhaps, there was no way to think about such a fact.

Because of this man... He has completely given up thinking.

He has been completely pulled into the abyss by pain and despair.

In the dark, crazy, bottomless "death".

——In order to escape the fact that "the goddess has fallen".

In fact, if he still had the ability to think, he should have discovered that Kotomine Kirei, who is a fanatical believer and follower of the goddess, does not have any expression of grief or madness at this moment.

That's because Kotomine Kirei can clearly feel that the goddess still exists.

The full magic power still flows in his body, that is to say, the goddess whose real name is Morrigan has not disappeared.

Maybe it's just that she was too seriously injured and needs to recuperate, maybe it's just to punish Lancer who betrayed him in this way - the reason for her disappearing without any explanation, Kotomine Kirei doesn't know.

The only thing he can confirm is that the reason why she left is entirely because of this heroic spirit named Diarmuid.

This made him very unhappy.

The god is not dead—Kotomine Kirei did not intend to tell this collapsed heroic spirit this fact.

It was the goddess' own wish to save this heroic spirit from the end of destruction with her own blood and power, and Kotomine Kirei had no objection to this.

But... the anger and sadness of the goddess had already etched into Kotomine Kirei's memory an instinctive hatred for this heroic spirit.

Full of this hatred, Kotomine Kirei looked down at the collapsed Heroic Spirit, carefully looked at the tears on his face, looked at his distorted expression due to extreme pain, and watched him sneer because of it.

Crash it.Pain, despair, weep for your folly!

Lost something important?

Have you lost something important that you must never lose?

Broken heart for this?

For this reason—wish to die.

"...Do you regret it?" Kotomine Kirei said softly. "lancer?"

Leaving the goddess' side because of unimportant things.

"Painful? Desperate? Want—to die?"

Watching helplessly as the goddess exchanged her life for yours.

"—Don't forget, lancer. Your life was saved by the gods who sacrificed themselves." Kotomine Kirei stretched out his hand.

In an extremely rough way, his five fingers grabbed Lancer's hair and pulled it down, forcing Lancer to raise his face to face him.

Kotomine Kirei's voice was incomparably gentle, but his expression was full of malice—his face was completely distorted because of his undisguised hatred: "—ah, seeing you half dead, it's really Makes me so happy. Pained? Broken? Crazy? Desperate? Screaming out of my own incompetence? Killing myself for my stupidity?"

"God loves you, huh?"

"Are you going to throw away the life she saved desperately?"

"You talk about love, but you actually take her specialness to you for granted?"

One blow after another, Kotomine Kirei turned words into sharp blades, and slashed blood-splattered cuts on the spearman's heart.

Lancer made no sound.

He allowed Kotomine Kirei to pull his hair so roughly that he was forced to expose his fragile neck.But his eyes were still empty and his expression was blank, as if his soul had been completely dispersed from this body.

But Kotomine Kirei knew that all his words had been received by this heroic spirit.

So he unscrupulously released his malice, he enjoyed the gradually deepening despair of the spearmen, and he crazily spread the filthy pain, just like the devil spreading the plague.

"...It's really useless."

Kotomine Kirei let go of his hand.

He looked down at the bewildered Heroic Spirit with his cold brown eyes.

Without the slightest mercy, Kotomine Kirei swung his final blow.

"Are you satisfied? Spearman. In exchange for your loyalty, she will die."

He said viciously and softly.

"Then, become a follower of me, the [murderer]."

Lancer shuddered.

He clenched his teeth tightly.There is something dark rushing through the veins.They rolled from his limbs and boiled in his internal organs.He began to pant heavily, and felt his headache was splitting, and his chest felt like it was on fire.

Are you satisfied, lancer?

She broke your loyalty.

You ruined her life.

Are you satisfied, Diarmuid Odina?

The allegiance you have so deeply in mind is dedicated to the murderer of your master.

Just keep being stubborn.Continue to be persistent, continue to stay where you are stupidly!

You make strangers your masters with that ludicrous pact of magic.

As early as in the age of Celtic gods, you have torn your loyalty to pieces with your own hands!

Now that things are going on, do you use such clumsy means to seek peace of mind!

"……shut up……"

You took away his fiancée from the lord's side, and you waved your weapon at your comrades. You, a despicable person who betrayed the knight's loyalty, are you worthy of calling yourself a knight?

"…………shut up……"

You have no dignity to bow your knees to strangers, and kill people for the wishes of the so-called lord. Is this your way of chivalry?

"......... Shut up..."

You betrayed the goddess' love, betrayed your own beliefs, betrayed everything you were loyal to, and then, did you call yourself an avenger and claim to be righteous?

"..."

You traitor.

You betrayed the gods, betrayed the lord, betrayed yourself incompetent...

The point of your gun is all chaos and confusion, and you take the vain fireflies as the stars in the night sky.The blood of your comrades-in-arms is stained on your double swords and the tip of your spear, and their mournful screams are all behind your fearless body.

And now...

Even the blood of the goddess is shed in your hands.

Are you satisfied, Diarmuid Odina?

"... woo... woo... oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!"

Lancer screamed fiercely.

His eyes were widened to the extreme, and the corners of his eyes were completely torn due to the tense cheek muscles—blood flowing from the bright red flesh flowed down the contours of his cheeks like tears.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhly

The magic power that was dormant in the body peacefully rioted.They scrambled out from Lancer's body, turned into ominous black smoke, lingered around Lancer's body, and surrounded his body.They devoured everything and destroyed everything, they screamed excitedly, and penetrated into Lancer's body like a demon.

Lancer didn't notice.

His eyeballs were completely red with blood from the corners of his eyes.

As if he had lost even the instinct to blink, he knelt on the ground, screaming crazily, staring at the night sky with his eyes stiff.

Kotomine Kirei watched such a magnificent scene almost in amazement.

He barely blinked, watching Lancer's madness with bated breath.

Lancer's cry of crying blood made his brain buzz, and he was intoxicated like hearing the most beautiful sound of nature in the world.Those completely depraved black smoke made him almost unable to restrain his heartbeat.

Tears of blood...?

It is said that it is the product of extreme grief.

yes.

Was it already so painful?

...Is it the despair that you can't suppress even if you want to dig your heart out of your chest?Is it the pain like being eaten away by insects bit by bit?Is it suffocation that cannot inhale oxygen no matter how deep you breathe?

what……

This is really... a wonderful scene.

Kotomine Kirei is witnessing the whole process of the heroic spirit degenerating into a vengeful spirit.The magic power polluted by resentment and pain overflowed frantically from his body, and was sucked back into his body by his extreme negative emotions.After this round of reincarnation, the power of the heroic spirit is being quickly polluted.

As the morning sun is swallowed by the dark clouds of a storm, as the moonlight is completely blocked by shadows.

Infected by the magic power of pollution, the glorious knight is completely degrading towards purgatory.

Kotomine Kirei was intoxicated by such a scene.

The black smoke gradually calmed down, but there was no sign of disappearing.The knight who was completely wrapped in it was silent.

However, Kotomine Kirei's expression changed.

His eyes suddenly darkened.

He reached inside his uniform and pulled out the handle of the black key.

The agent, who had experienced many battles, felt a tense murderous intent from the silence.

The black mist gradually dissipated, Lancer still knelt on the spot, his posture remained unchanged, but his feeling was completely different from before.If the original Lancer had the kind of temperament that would make people feel let down even if he looked at it, then he is like a hungry carnivorous beast at this time.

Lancer stood up slowly.

He raised his head - a pair of blood-stained pupils were revealed in front of Kotomine Kirei.

The author has something to say: Ah, comrades, I am smoked chicken.

That's right!Lovely blackening!

Next is the stage of the real hero!

The first thing to do is to kill the rival (…)