Chapter 109: Interweaving of Light and Shadow! Evil Never Dies!
The rain curtain gradually thinned, and the humid air was filled with a strange scent, a mix of earthy sweetness and fragrance.
Arthur's peripheral vision caught Artoria lying on the ground, then his gaze immediately locked onto the dark figure that had never revealed its true form before.
The opponent had black skin and black hair, with twisted hieroglyphic tattoos all over his body, covered only by a dark red loincloth, exuding an evil aura.
Arthur tried to sense him again, but the opponent was still empty, as if he was just an illusory projection.
He raised his Holy Sword, pointing its tip at the laughing enemy, his voice cold.
"You, are you a Servant, or one of those sinister evil beings I encountered before?"
Angra Mainyu casually swung his hand, his gaze shamelessly sweeping over Artoria.
"Tsk tsk tsk, how rare, a Servant with a physical body? What a pity, the ritual was interrupted."
He paused, as if talking to himself: "The power I can mobilize outside is limited after all, should I… stop here?"
Arthur stared at Angra Mainyu, who was completely engrossed in his own performance, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
The Avenger, extremely sensitive to malice, rolled his eyes, raised his arm, which was completely unharmed, and sneered.
"You want to attack me? You can't bear the consequences."
Bang!
A crimson magic bullet tore through the remaining rain curtain, accurately blasting Angra Mainyu's chest, creating a gruesome blood-hole that went straight through!
In a flash of lightning, identical dark magic bullets condensed out of thin air in front of him and shot out, whistling through the air, heading straight for Arthur's face!
Arthur slapped them away with a backhand, easily deflecting the magic bullets that were close at hand, letting them explode on the side street, sending rocks and dust flying into the sky.
He looked at Angra Mainyu, whose chest was wriggling with black mud, regenerating in an instant, and who seemed completely unfazed, his eyes slightly darkened.
Indeed, this guy can reflect all attacks, supplemented by that nauseating mud of malice for regeneration—
Truly, an immortal body?
...
Angra Mainyu accurately caught the solemnity in Arthur's expression, and a genuinely joyful, evil smile bloomed on his face.
"Yes, just like that!"
"You are a smart person, unlike those fools who are blinded by hot-bloodedness and blindly attack, so you also know full well—"
He raised both arms, and a pair of grotesquely intertwined, oddly shaped short blades, glinting like devil's fangs, appeared out of thin air. His figure flickered, and he charged out like a ghost!
"That you can't kill me!"
Arthur calmly watched the Avenger charging fiercely, neither dodging nor evading.
He turned sideways, sheathed his sword, and a rapidly spinning dark light point suddenly condensed in his left palm, which he then threw forcefully into the sky!
Mimicry · Overlord Heavenly Star!
The suddenly erupting force field wildly pulled at Angra Mainyu, causing him to involuntarily ascend rapidly. Surrounding bricks, tiles, and broken wood were all swept up, along with large sections of the ground being forcibly torn apart!
Arthur grabbed Artoria, who was still somewhat dazed, and shouted in a very fast voice.
"Wake up! This is not the time to be spaced out, follow me..."
Clang!
A dark sword light flashed past him without warning, and a few strands of silver-white short hair drifted down leisurely.
Arthur, who had narrowly avoided this fatal sneak attack by instinct, suddenly retreated sharply, looking at Artoria, whose demeanor had drastically changed, with surprise and uncertainty.
Her original indigo-blue dress was now completely stained with ominous black, and dark heavy armor, engraved with blood-red patterns, appeared on its own, covering her entire body.
Even the noble Holy Sword had fallen, its blade surrounded by ominous red and black magic power.
Witnessing this scene, Arthur's brows furrowed, and he let out a heavy sigh of turbid air, muttering to himself with a hint of displeasure and annoyance.
"If I had known it would turn out like this, I should have finished you off with a single sword earlier!"
Artoria tremblingly raised her already mutated Holy Sword, and savage, violent magic power ravaged the surrounding atmosphere, causing the ground to crack and indent inch by inch!
On her delicate face, cold killing intent and painful struggle flashed alternately, and she squeezed out a few words with difficulty from her throat.
"...Quick...get away!"
"Get away?"
Arthur's lips curved into a slight, indifferent smile, and he proudly raised the Holy Sword in his hand in the same posture.
The crimson veil reappeared, and the extreme magic power fluctuations vibrated in all directions like a raging tide!
In an instant, countless golden particles emerged from the crumbling mountains, rivers, and vegetation, as if summoned by a supreme will, all condensing onto the sword's blade!
"Excalibur Soteria!"
"Excalibur Soteria Morgan!"
The two figures simultaneously swung their swords in a furious strike, and a brilliant golden torrent clashed violently with an ominous red-dark fierce tide!
Magic power flames continuously erupted and dispersed from the center of the clash, dazzling and deadly!
The sky was mercilessly torn apart by this terrifying power, and the Overlord Heavenly Star, which was originally condensing, also vibrated violently under this destructive impact, disintegrating inch by inch!
The ground, unable to bear the crushing force, let out a series of mournful wails, and an incomparably violent shockwave swept across the wilderness, collapsing houses in swathes along the way, instantly turning them into desolate ruins!
Blazing flames erupted and surged from the spiderweb-like cracks in the ground, carrying a sky full of mud and dust, soaring straight into the clouds!
...
The heavy dark clouds that had always hovered over Fuyuki City were now forcefully dispersed by the aftermath of this earth-shattering duel.
Streaks of light penetrated the broken cloud layer, casting down onto the ground, clearly revealing the devastated city, as if it had been ravaged by a doomsday catastrophe.
Amidst the ruins, Arthur leaned on his Holy Sword with both hands, his breathing slightly hurried, showing a rare trace of fatigue after a fierce battle.
To completely suppress the firepower of the corrupted Artoria, he had to briefly activate [Limit Overclock], forcefully winning this Noble Phantasm clash with fully unleashed power.
If not for two uninvited guests jumping out to stir up trouble at the last moment, victory should have been firmly in his grasp.
Arthur calmed his slightly disordered breathing, and looked up at the long gully in front of him that stretched to the horizon.
In the deepest part of the gully lay three heavily injured, dying Servants.
The corrupted Artoria, a black-armored berserker beast covered in blood patterns and with a ferocious appearance, and Diarmuid, whose entire body exuded an ominous dark green hue.
Arthur's gaze moved up again, glancing at the already disintegrated remnants of the Overlord Heavenly Star in mid-air.
Who was secretly causing trouble was already self-evident.
Whoosh!
Accompanied by a short, sharp whooshing sound, Angra Mainyu, holding his oddly shaped short blades and with an evil, sinister smile on his face, descended from the sky, striking down with a furious blow!
Arthur, on the other hand, was full of impatience, not even raising his head, and met the attack with his sword.
A heavy and fierce sword light, like a giant beast's tail whip, solidly struck the opponent's chest, the sound of bones breaking clearly audible!
He lightly touched the ground with the tip of his foot, retreating rapidly without stopping!
At the same time, a dark sword gleam, identical to his previous counterattack, followed closely, narrowly slicing through the space where he had just stood, making the air hum!
Arthur turned his head, glancing at Angra Mainyu, who was rolling on the ground and coughing up blood in a disheveled state, his eyes full of sarcasm.
"It seems that besides being an inescapable nuisance, you don't even have the qualifications to make me take you slightly seriously."
"Heh... heh heh!"
Angra Mainyu struggled to get up from the ground, haphazardly wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Black mud surged on his chest, which was heaving like an old bellows, and his wounds healed at a visible speed, his voice hoarse and piercing.
"The room of the strong... it truly is enviable."
"Unfortunately, you still have no way to deal with me, this 'nuisance'."
Arthur's brow slightly raised, his tone carrying undisguised mockery.
"I truly don't know how to describe you; you emanate such nauseating, pure malice from head to toe, yet you lack the corresponding power and scope?"
"What exactly are you?"
Angra Mainyu spread his arms, as if embracing a world about to be polluted, a twisted smile, a fierce blend of good and evil, on his face, his voice full of seduction and madness.
"My name is Angra Mainyu! I am the Avenger who descended in response to the principle of the Holy Grail!"
"I am also the manifestation of the pollution of the Holy Grail's power, All the World's Evil (Angra Mainyu)!"
"As a flower of evil nourished and watered by humanity's endless selfish desires, to you, we—are an invincible existence!"
Before his words finished, the three strange Servants lying on the ground, already exhausted, suddenly trembled.
Surging black mud spread out from beneath them, rapidly covering their wounds and replenishing their severed limbs.
The defeated, who had been on their last legs, actually rose again under the erosion and nourishment of the black mud, their magic power surging once more, even more violent than before!
Witnessing this scene, Arthur's eyes showed no surprise, but rather, as if accustomed to it, he raised his Holy Sword again.
His lips curved into a disdainful arc, full of fearless provocation.
"Come at me, you defeated losers who don't know your place!"
"Let me see how long this so-called All the World's Evil can struggle under my sword!"