In the dark night, two soldiers were fighting fiercely.

It was a duel between humans like beasts and beasts like monsters, and sacrificed their lives to each other.

The warriors from ancient times moved rapidly like lightning, and the bloody red spear pierced like the power of the sky that was approaching with thunder.

The wild beast, which lost its skin all over his body, was entangled with black foreign objects, and turned into strips as he moved. He had long no human reason, and only knew to hold the magic knife that longed for blood and death, and longed to tear the prey in front of him.

The battle between the two is the peak battle of speed, skills and passion.

The lancer strives to use his own speed advantage, trying to drag the battle into his own pace.

The wild beasts take advantage of their full attributes and tear apart the cages carefully woven by their opponents again and again.

You are stronger than me, and I am faster than you.

I am faster than you, and you are stronger than me.

Since summoning to appear and participating in this fifth Holy Grail War, Lancer has never been in such a good state.

He has been constrained by the master and is forced to obey all servants, but cannot kill the other party's orders.

Until now, the cyan hunting dogs untied all the constraints and carried out this battle happily when facing enemies that are not servant.

The consciousness is ethereal and can see through every blow of the other party.

Agility broke out, and every time it was refreshing to tear the annoying wind pressure.

The spear is like lightning, and each strike presses the force to the tip of the gun.

The Irish hunting dog shouted happily, enjoying this rare battle.

The thick tree trunk was cut off by the gun blade and the blade, and was chopped into pieces before falling to the ground.

The hard ground was cut one after another, and then crushed in the steps of the two, raised and splashed.

Even the air was shattered by huge pressure, and then it made a sonic boom.

Within the dozens of meters of the two's confrontation, anything that hinders them became vulnerable, and just a little aftermath of overflowing destroyed them beyond recognition.

If you have any regrets, it is that until now, the lancer has not caused much damage to the enemy.

He couldn't guarantee that he would not suffer any injuries when he severely damaged the enemy.

In fact, before Shirou left, he did not tell his temporary allies that he did not have much hope of victory.

——Because in this battle, the lancer can no longer suffer any damage.

That enemy cannot be approached. There are things on his body that he cannot be contaminated with.

How many years ago? When he went to the Shadow Country in the north to practice, he waved his spear in the frozen wilderness every day to fight toward death. He learned the ability to smell the breath of death.

The gloomy, more desperate and cold breath than the darkness spreads little by little to the living life over time.

The more you resist, the more you understand the despair you cannot get rid of.

Like the slowly passing water, unstoppable time.

The extinguished bonfire is approaching and slapping the waves on the beach.

As long as it comes, it will never be changed to end your destiny.

Before death appeared, what Lancer could perceive was this desperate aura.

The thing in front of you, the black matter surrounded by the enemy, is a similar existence.

It seems that the black matter that originally had only two-dimensional concepts, suddenly gained shape in the three-dimensional world and flooded the dark world without any restrictions.

That substance is almost a natural enemy to the server.

If you cannot face it or get close to it, you will fall into a place where you will die without a burial if you are not able to bear it.

The huge fear made the man holding the gun tremble, and the spear in his hand tremble together.

The limbs gradually fell into the coldness of the ice cellar, and spread to the whole body bit by bit, only the flame of life was burning in the chest.

The lancer clearly felt the flame in his chest, burning with fear and desire as fuel, almost turning the entire life into the burning of flames, and finally turning it into the courage and motivation for fighting.

His trembling spear became more accurate, his cold limbs became more powerful, and his boiling fighting spirit was no longer afraid of any enemies.

Even the spear that had originally drew through the arc trajectory turned into an unseen rainbow light.

Through the black band-shaped foreign object wrapped around the enemy, he stabbed the enemy's floating figure under the protection of black.

"Hahahaha- that's it, that's how it feels, this is the battle I've always dreamed of!!"

The follower of the gun happily raised the spear, accompanied by the hero's cry, waving the weapons in his hands as he was like a ghost.

Just like many years ago, young spearmen were walking alone in the wilderness where wolves appeared, running under the dark sky covering the ground, piercing the beasts that pounced on them.

Just like this, I kept walking far away, looking for famous masters in gun art.

He chased death every day, challenged death, and then defeated death. He finally made great achievements that have been passed down through the ages and obtained his beloved magic gun.

The bloody red gun was getting faster and faster in the hands of the spearmen. The wild beast roared and twisted its body to avoid the key points. It waved the long sword to make the lancer pay the same price, but was flashed by the agile lancer again and again.

The beast that could not capture the enemy roared again, and the black shadow splashed out like an arrow, covering several meters of space around it, and then rolled back to the beast's body covered with scars.

Lancer exited the dark shadow's attack range like lightning. He frowned and stared at the beast entangled in the shadows and let out a painful howl, but the wound on his body was getting smaller bit by bit.

"You guy is really involved in something difficult."

Lancer's distressed spear cut a stroke in the void, then jumped back to the farthest rear, where he lay down on the earth like a beast.

"It's only one blow to send you on the road."

The atmosphere was frozen into ice by the murderous aura, and the burgundy pupils of the followers of the gun were burning in the shadows.

The rich and sticky magic gathered on the blue servant. The magic gun raised its sickle-shaped neck like a frightened snake, ready to choose someone to eat at any time.

As the beast struggled and had not yet walked out of the shadow, the green hunting dog brought a series of afterimages, galloping towards the beast like the wind.

Then, jump up.

The lancer flew high in the sky, his posture like a divine weapon and a general descending.

His arm vigorously raised the magic gun that "will penetrate the heart whenever he makes a move" over his head.

The surrounding space squeaks like a wailing cry.

——Legend says: After this gun is thrown out, it will turn into countless arrows to track the enemy.

Its name is:

"Thunder-!"

Words are weaving in the mouth, calling for the gun of cause and effect,

The blue laner bent his upper body as back as possible like a bow.

"The Spear of Death Thorn—!!!"

Accompanied by a roar, a thunderous blow.

This was originally a treasure for throwing.

As long as you aim, you will definitely pierce the heart.

The cursed treasure that cannot be avoided, no matter how many times you hide, you will continue to chase the target.

gáebolg, the gun of destruction held by a hero who has never lost his life.

The attack of the lancer pouring all his magic power into his body can neither avoid nor stop it.

Only the despair of death can be met.

When the gorgeous spear came out of his hand, it lost its original form and turned into a bloody rainbow light, flying across the night sky like lightning, and rushing towards the beasts on the ground.

The spear that condensed Lancer's magic and all his murderous aura arrived in front of the beast in an instant.

The beast had only time to raise the long sword in his hand, trying to split the deadly rainbow light.

There was a thud.

The beast's figure was frozen in place.

The bloody red spear appeared in its true form, piercing through the beast's chest and supporting the beast's body to plunge into the ground.

"Woo--"

The beast with no skin and only strips of black shadows drifted around him, making a choking cry of pain and sadness. His sword fell weakly, and his left hand struggled to twitch the spear that pierced the heart.

The cyan follower slowly walked towards the enemy who had lost his heart, raised his right hand, and the love gun that plunged into the ground turned into a golden light and disappeared, and then returned to Lancer's hand.

Having habitually drew the spear through several arcs in the void, Lancer raised his head, but strangely found that the enemy in front of him had not yet fallen.

The beast wrapped in countless black shadows bent over and pressed its heart in pain, making painful sobs in his mouth, but shaking and refusing to fall.

The enemy's body was like a melted wax figure, and something similar to liquid flowed down slowly. Then, under Lancer's frightened gaze, it turned into a floating striped black shadow, rolled back to the beast that had lost its heart, and condensed in its chest.

"How is it possible—?!!!"

Recalling the scene where the enemy's wound disappeared under the black shadow just now, Lancer was shocked and angry.

Could it be that he can even heal his lost heart and his destroyed spiritual core—?!!!
To be continued...