[235] Fate

"Dont. Underestimate. Me!"

A roar echoed from the mouth of the black dog that had just swallowed Mordred.

The red light tore through the entire giant dog.

"Haa.. hah!" Mordred, once again unleashing her Noble Phantasm, gritted her teeth. "Don't underestimate me! One by one!"

"Hahahaha! Get angry, get angry! Then enjoy it——"

Alucard, laughing, rushed towards Mordred—

Then— the next moment, his entire head was torn off.

"Oh... What are you suddenly rushing up for instead of watching quietly from the side?" In an instant, Alucard, whose head was kicked off, once again grew a shattered head. He looked at the Saint who had kicked off his head and said, "You go first, Saber!"

"You, what do you mean?" Mordred looked at Martha, puzzled.

"It's simple. Your injuries now are partly my responsibility since I'm neutral. If my intervention might lead to your premature defeat, I can't just stand by!"

She pointed her finger at Alucard and said, "Come on! I'll fight you!"

In the distance, Kairi Sisigou at the Kairo branch of the Mage's Association sighed in relief, and the Command Spell on the back of his hand dimmed. He had been prepared to use a Command Spell...

But now, he could save one.

Not far away, Ambrose Conant, watching the battle here, looked at his missing arm with some regret. "So, it's Ruler... Truly a holy maiden."

Alucard's sudden attack just now also disrupted his battle with those magus.

He escaped by sacrificing an arm and a leg.

As for those magus, some ran away, two died at the hands of Alucard, and their blood was consumed by him. Now, they had become part of his undead army...

Magus were really troublesome.

Looking at the cut-off point of his mechanical arm and the laughing Alucard, he fell silent for a moment. "The Iscariot... Alucard... Is this fate? Or something else?"

The Iscariot—In principle, they were a group with strong combat power but mentally unstable. They generally had low faith in God, and one of them, at most, would place a Bible on the bedside table while sleeping...

According to the teachings of the Church, those who commit suicide cannot ascend to heaven.

But... the Iscariot was truly shocking to him. Especially that Father Anderson... He would rather go to hell by suicide than let the enemies of God survive.

How many people in this era of the Church held such beliefs?

So, he accepted Hansa's proposal and named this organization "Iscariot." Not only because it sounded cool, but more... hoping that these lawless people could recall the teachings of the Lord.

Hoping that one day, true fanatics who would go to hell for the Lord's sake could reappear in this world!

But—

Now, Alucard appeared...

Iscariot... Alucard.

"Is it the intersection of fate... or just a coincidence?"

In principle, they were both Black Faction Servants, and the enemies were members of the Mage's Association. But... emotions would never be that simple.

At least Alucard wouldn't let emotions be so simple.

That man... he was expecting his own end. But... without using his Noble Phantasm, who could bring death to him?

Gilgamesh?

Or Ozymandias?

No... none of them!

But... who could free his Noble Phantasm?

Only his Master behind him!

But... knowing his identity, his Noble Phantasm, although powerful, had a decisive power that many existences in this Holy Grail War also possessed.

Using it... also meant death.

Unless that Master didn't care about winning or losing this Holy Grail War, otherwise... as long as there was a desire to obtain the Holy Grail, he would definitely not use it!

...

Boom!

The Saint's iron fist judged this undying monster.

But—

There were places in this world that the Saint's fist could not reach—Alucard's death!

Death—Resurrection!

Death—Resurrection!

Over and over again, without dodging—

Just continuously firing his gun.

A shot grazed the Saint's arm, a shot grazed the Saint's chest, a shot grazed the Saint's cheek.

More and more bloodstains appeared on her body.

And—Alucard still didn't die.

Couldn't die!

No matter how he was killed, no matter how he was attacked, he couldn't be killed!

The Undying King just laughed, as if mocking everyone.

The demon was there!

The enemy of God was standing there!

Not dodging, not avoiding, but... couldn't be killed—

In this world, there was nothing more helpless than this.

"Let Siegfried go help—" Ambrose Conant gave orders to Ishizaki Rito through communication.

The next moment—

Siegfried, who was on the side, also rushed up—

"Bang, bang, bang—"

"Oh?" Alucard looked at the approaching Siegfried and laughed, continuously pulling the trigger in his hand—

Indeed.

The evaluation of this gun was only C-rank.

But—its power had already exceeded that.

Every shot fired was like a heavy artillery shell, a weapon that had evolved into a Noble Phantasm, with even greater power than in the manga!

Chi—

The bullet hit Siegfried's chest, leaving a shallow wound on his chest. The wound slightly turned red, and not a drop of blood came out—

"What is this—?" Ambrose Conant's face lit up.

Just like this!

Alucard's attacks were ineffective against Siegfried!

Chi—

The next moment—

Alucard abandoned the gun, strengthened his body, and suddenly thrust his arm towards Siegfried—creating a long, slender wound on his chest.

"Hahahaha..." Licking the blood on his hand, Alucard laughed. "This, can cause harm, right!"

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