dhibooks Chapter 125 The Red Dragon's Crushing Strike
Chapter 125 The Red Dragon's Crushing Strike
Before the heavy iron gate of the Tohsaka residence, engraved with intricate magical patterns, a chilling atmosphere hung in the air.
"Master, this is against the code of chivalry!"
Lancer Diarmuid gripped his two magic spears, one red and one yellow, his brow furrowed as he engaged in a heated debate with the void.
Through the magical communication between Master and Servant, Kenneth's voice, tinged with an unusual caution and irritation, echoed in Diarmuid's mind:
"Shut up, Lancer! The Golden Archer of the Tohsaka family is dead. Tokiomi Tohsaka's only trump card now is that male King Arthur."
"You are absolutely not allowed to make any moves until I figure out his background!"
Kenneth's plan was very clear.
He sent Diarmuid not to lead the charge, but to use the Einzbern family's Saber as cannon fodder to wear down the Tohsaka faction.
Standing to the side, Irisviel, pale-faced, leaned against the cold wall, trying to persuade the knight, whose fighting spirit was high:
"Lancer, please wait a little longer. Saber will be here soon. The opponent is someone who can kill the Golden King. It will be safer for us to go in together once Saber arrives."
Just when things reached a stalemate outside the door.
On the second-floor balcony of the Tohsaka residence, Arthur quietly looked down at the two people outside the door.
He turned his head and nodded slightly to Tokiomi Tohsaka behind him.
The next second, Arthur grabbed the balcony railing with one hand and jumped off the second floor.
"Bang!"
The combat boots landed with a dull thud.
Without hesitation, Arthur stepped forward, reached out, and with a sickening metallic scraping sound, slowly pulled open the heavy door of the Tohsaka residence from the inside.
With his blond hair and blue eyes, Arthur, radiating pure and immense magical power, appeared alone and completely unsuspecting before Diarmuid and Irisviel.
"Master..."
Diarmuid was slightly taken aback, then an uncontrollable martial arts elation instantly ignited in his amber eyes. He spoke to the voice in his head:
"The enemy has already opened the city gates and shown themselves. Now... it's not a question of whether I'm willing to wait or not."
Kenneth, furious, yelled from his hotel room:
"Damn it! Lancer, listen up! Focus on stalling, absolutely do not engage him in a direct confrontation! Wait for that female Arthur to arrive, then let her be the main attacker!"
Upon hearing this calculated order, a hint of resentment and regret flashed in Diarmuid's eyes.
As a Celtic knight who pursued glory, he longed to engage in a fierce and all-out battle with the extraordinary king before him.
However, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Although he couldn't go all out, it was better for the opponent to take the initiative than to wait for Saber to arrive and for the two of them to gang up on him. This was more in line with his sense of chivalry.
Arthur gripped the holy sword, his gaze calmly sweeping over Diarmuid's starting stance.
"This is our first real face-to-face meeting, Lancer."
"That's right, King Arthur, male." Diarmuid lowered his center of gravity, pointing the tip of his spear directly at Arthur.
"My name is Diarmuid Ua Ua Duibhne, and for my lord's victory, I will stop you here!"
"Excellent posture." Arthur's eyes showed a hint of admiration, then he revealed a secret in a calm tone:
"In my world, I traveled to the Land of Shadows to hone my martial arts skills, and I also received instruction from that queen, Scáthach."
"What?!"
Diarmuid's pupils suddenly contracted, his face filled with astonishment.
Scáthach, as a Heroic Spirit belonging to the Celtic mythology system, represents the pinnacle of martial arts in the hearts of all warriors.
The radiant knight king before him was actually his fellow disciple in martial arts?!
Is Saber also one?
"This is...so exciting!"
After the initial shock, the Celtic warrior blood within Diarmuid was completely ignited.
The regret of not being able to go all out was left behind, and his fighting spirit erupted like a volcano.
"Then let me experience your martial arts skills!"
"Clang!!!"
Before the words were even finished, two streaks of red and yellow guns shot out like venomous snakes, colliding violently with the holy sword in Arthur's hand!
Countless dazzling sparks exploded in the night sky in an instant, and the violent magical energy tore the vegetation in the courtyard to shreds.
However, as soon as the battle began, Diarmuid experienced what true power was.
No need to unleash Noble Phantasms, no need for complicated tactics.
What Arthur displayed was the absolute oppressive aura of a living red dragon.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Arthur's wrist trembled, and the holy sword transformed into an impenetrable curtain of light.
Diarmuid's pride in his agility and exquisite dual-wielding skills were forced into a series of retreats under the overwhelming force of Arthur's terrifying strength and magic!
Diarmuid felt his arms go numb; each clash between the magic spear and the holy sword felt like crashing into an unshakeable mountain of steel.
He was pinned to the spot, his prized thrusts unable to advance an inch.
On the edge of the battlefield, Irisviel leaned helplessly against the cold brick wall.
Her breathing became extremely rapid, and her back was soaked with cold sweat.
Just now, the Lesser Grail absorbed another heavy soul, and her body is weakening at a visible rate, making it extremely difficult for her to even stand.
Meanwhile, at the other end of Fuyuki City, in the basement of the Holy Church.
In the deathly darkness, Kirei Kotomine stood like a lifeless statue.
Through Assassin's shared perspective, he had already witnessed the fateful duel between Saber and Berserker on the mountainside.
He witnessed the defeat and death of the berserker Lancelot, and the final resolve of the blonde female knight.
"..."
But there was no joy on Kirei's face, only a deep gloom and a suffocating silence.
"They've left...just like that?"
Kiri's hollow voice echoed in the basement.
He deceived his father, extracted an unclaimed Command Seal, and forcibly infused Matou Kariya with magical power...
It's not for watching a deeply moving "Master and Slaves redemption" drama!
The reason he gave Yan Ye magic was to see that mad black dog bite the high and mighty, perfect male Arthur!
Kirei harbored an extremely twisted desire: he wanted to see that male knight king, as noble and flawless as a god, injured by the ferocious bite of that mad dog.
He wanted to see that pale silver armor stained with blood.
He wanted to see the tragic state of Matou Kariya's soul collapsing when he hurt his savior because of his "repayment of kindness"!
That was the hell he longed for, that was the kind of pleasure that could fill his heart!
As a result, Saber from the Einzbern family suddenly appeared and forcibly intercepted the "poisoned blade" that was originally meant to be aimed at male Arthur.
What is this?
Did he achieve the redemption of another King Arthur?
"Completely meaningless... Utterly boring..."
Kirei crushed the rosary beads in his hand, his eyes turning completely cold.
This farce, which deviated from the script, left him feeling restless and hungry after he had just tasted pleasure.