Chapter 132: Desperate self-destruction! Double kill in the endgame!
In the deepest part of Millennia Castle, the greater grail's core on the pale altar was already thoroughly defiled, with churning magical energy forming into grinning demonic faces.
Arthur and Mordred stood shoulder to shoulder, their icy gazes fixed on the three twisted, corrupt shadows before them.
There was Alter Jeanne, her silver chainmail covered in blood patterns, her holy flag defiled.
There was Alter Vlad III, completely vampirized, fangs bared, claws menacing, and bat wings grotesque.
And there was Alter Spartacus, who had proliferated six legs and eight arms, his head and neck completely bloated and collapsed, resembling a deformed ball of flesh.
Three waves of utterly ferocious magical energy erupted like a tsunami, causing Arthur and Mordred's breathing to hitch.
As a Servant who drew magical energy directly from Arthur, Mordred could clearly feel her Master's current weakness.
She immediately stepped forward, her Royal Sword pointed diagonally, and said in a deep voice,
"I'll hold them off, Master, you go first…"
Boom—!
Before she could finish, a terrifying tornado storm pierced down from above, shattering the castle's dome, forming a spiraling void that directly enveloped the greater grail's core!
The magical energy patterns in the workshop disintegrated inch by inch, and everything around them was destroyed by the intense wind pressure, with the exposed rock structure gradually pulverizing!
The sudden turn of events instantly swept both confronting parties into the violent maelstrom, forcing them to struggle to maintain their footing!
Arthur struggled to look up, his gaze penetrating the storm, locking onto the already fragmented Hanging Gardens above, and he couldn't help but click his tongue.
"He endured a Starfall with a Command Spell? What about the second one?!"
He roared, raising his left hand, and the scarlet magical energy he had just squeezed out of his body once again converged, vowing to create another Starfall to send that Priest Master and his Servant to their graves!
At the same time, Mordred, who had been constantly vigilant of the enemy's movements, cried out in alarm.
"Master, something's wrong with that meatball!"
Arthur's hand movements abruptly paused, and he quickly turned his head.
He saw that Alter Spartacus had actually given up all resistance, allowing his bloated body to rapidly ascend along the tornado's path, rushing towards the Hanging Gardens even before the greater grail!
High-pressure wind blades continuously sliced at the berserker's muscles, and its already twisted flesh let out a groan of unbearable strain under the extreme pressure, then completely degenerated, reaching a terrifying critical point!
Alter Spartacus's degenerated physique, which had accumulated a lifetime of resentment and magical energy, was frantically flashing with destructive red light!
"This magical energy… He's going to self-destruct!?"
Arthur's pupils contracted sharply, and he abruptly pulled Mordred, instantly redirecting the magical energy originally intended for Starfall to construct a defense!
Brilliant golden rhomboid crystals exploded, and a barrier immediately enveloped them!
Boom—!!!
A pillar of magical energy beyond imagination tore through the tornado, detonating violently between the Gardens and the Castle!
Alter Spartacus's Noble Phantasm, at the cost of his life, transformed into a pure, malicious cataclysm!
It not only completely engulfed the tottering Hanging Gardens but also uprooted the entire Millennia Castle!
The massive greater grail, deeply buried underground, saw the light of day again amidst this destructive shockwave!
…
After an unknown period, the storm gradually subsided.
Arthur and Mordred, protected by the Avalon barrier, broke through layers of earth and rock, returning to the surface.
He scanned the ruins of the castle, now a giant crater, and the pungent smell of sulfur and scorching filled the air above the scorched earth.
"He actually chose to self-destruct right above his own head? These unknown entities are truly reckless!"
No sooner had he spoken than the Avalon barrier around them flickered, on the verge of shattering.
He raised his hand and pressed it on Mordred's shoulder, and the remaining magical energy surged in, stabilizing the dim rhomboid light wall.
Only then did Arthur show his fatigue, his face suddenly turning pale, and cold sweat trickling down his temples.
Mordred's heart tightened, and she urgently asked, "Master!? Have you overexerted your magical energy?"
Arthur, who had slumped to the ground, stiffly shook his head, his voice hoarse and low.
"This barrier contains my last strength, enough for you to deal with the remaining two unknown entity clones."
"Stay vigilant. The self-destruction just now probably couldn't kill the guys in the aerial fortress."
Mordred opened her mouth, her eyes a mix of worry and determination, and finally nodded heavily.
She gripped her Royal Sword and transformed into a crimson lightning bolt, speeding towards the greater grail!
Once the Servant's figure disappeared, Arthur closed his eyes contentedly, and the world seemed to be left with only the crackling sound of flames licking at earth and stone.
Suddenly, a fragrance mixed with a rich scent of wine wafted into his nostrils, causing his taut nerves to relax.
Ethereal blue magical energy particles appeared out of thin air, and the spiritualized Semiramis quietly materialized.
She looked down at the man who had disrupted her plans multiple times, her fingertips trembling slightly from extreme killing intent.
"If the timing weren't wrong, I would certainly let you taste the fine wine personally brewed by the oldest poisoner!"
A dashing man in medieval aristocratic attire followed closely, dematerializing. He had a thick book tucked under his arm and was playing with a quill pen in his hand.
"Empress, don't say that. What a dramatic twist he provided for our story!"
"An anomaly among modern Magi, wielding a Holy Sword, summoning Starfall! Such a farce is worth a prominent entry in our records!"
Semiramis gave the self-absorbed Shakespeare a cold glance and commanded.
"Caster, put away your script and complete the Master's task first."
Shakespeare performed an exaggerated bow as if on stage, his eyes sparkling with an unusual light.
He raised his quill pen and sketched in the air, and words appeared out of nowhere, drifting towards Arthur with a peculiar rhythm.
"Then, come! The world is in my pen, and the story I write begins now!"
"The curtain rises, let the thunderous applause begin (First Folio)!"
Clang!
A chilling platinum arc of light tore through the night, arriving first!
Before either of them could react, it had already severed the nearly complete stage Noble Phantasm along with the Servant himself!
Shakespeare's body and head were separated, his face still bearing that smug smile.
Only then did Semiramis turn her head in horror.
"My apologies, Bard, I have little interest in opera."
Arthur gave a self-deprecating laugh, casually flicked the blood from his Holy Sword, and then nodded slightly to the stunned Empress.
"A pleasure to meet you, Empress of Assyria, will you still offer me a drink?"
The bone-chilling killing intent made Semiramis's delicate body stiffen, and the thought of spiritualizing had just arisen when it was completely locked down by an invisible sword pressure.
She knew very well that at such close range, any attempt to escape would be suicidal.
In an instant, Semiramis reined in all her emotions, returning to her graceful and decadent demeanor, a seductive smile playing on her lips.
"It seems my poor Master chose the wrong opponent. The greater grail is yours."
Arthur shook his head noncommittally, slowly raised his Holy Sword, his eyes holding a hint of pity.
"The greater grail is no longer a pure crystal of magical energy; it has been completely polluted by an outsider."
"If your Master wishes to achieve his desires through it, then only endless despair awaits him."
With that, the sword fell!