Shirou Emiya doesn't want to work overtime

Betrayed by his extremely firm love of faith.

Betrayed by the people who gave everything to him.

All he was left with was anger and sighs. Angry at his own wasted death and sighing at people's greed.

Only the light of the Lord has been able to restrain myself until now.

It's just that it's too dark here.

The armor made of iron and the fingers bound by wooden pillars cannot be touched by anyone.

I can't even feel the warmth anymore.

He fell into madness.

"Other me, other noble me, accept the anger that belongs to me!!!!!!"

With such extremely crazy words, Vlad's heart was like a clock hanging on the roof, making a violent sound, and the scarlet magic power in his body burst out again.

His scorching eyes stared at Emiya Shirou with strong fighting intent, and his heart was filled with gratitude to Emiya Shirou.

He allowed himself to see his other self, and also allowed himself to experience what it felt like to be understood.

Shirou Emiya understood [Vlad III], agreed with [Vlad III], and also respected [Vlad III].

"Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The collision suddenly became more intense, and storm-like shock waves continued to erupt from the collision of steel and steel.

Violent firelight exploded in the form of a wave of flames, illuminating the entire space covered in darkness red.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Countless iron piles were shattered into pieces by the thrust of the steel spear, or exploded in the fierce collision.

In just a few seconds, the iron pile cast by Emiya Shirou was suppressed and destroyed at an extremely fast speed.

There is not much difference between the steel spear and the iron pile. They are both existences that appeared due to the legend of Vlad III. Apart from the difference in appearance, other aspects are almost identical.

Whether it is the penetration method or the form of presentation.

However, even though the gun in Shirou Emiya's hand carries the legend of another Vlad III, he is not Vlad III.

Neither the power nor the number of iron piles can compare to the existence of Vlad III.

Just like the [Sword of Contract Victory] owned by Shirou Emiya, the power released in his hands is naturally inferior to the power released as King Arthur.

And as the man who forged this jet black spear, how could Shirou Emiya not understand that it was impossible for him to defeat Vlad III with such an attack method?

"Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!"

Under the blazing fire around him, and under the red lightning of Emiya Shirou raging around, crisp footsteps sounded one after another.

Emiya Shirou flew towards the Piercing Mountain at a terrifying speed.

There was no panic in his eyes, only a calmness that had experienced many battles.

"Penetrate it!!!!!!!!!"

Under Vlad's words at that time, countless steel spears rose up from under Shirou Miyagi, tearing the air, and suddenly pierced out.

"Boom!"

A violent noise exploded instantly and swept around.

The muddy yellow soil was blown apart.

Gray-white rocks were shattered.

Jet black iron stakes penetrated.

Red lightning flashed.

The silver figure was galloping.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang————!"

Amidst the continuous explosions, countless steel spears were aimed at Emiya Shirou who was speeding towards him.

The knight's sword shining with crimson light was waving, and the iron stakes and steel guns were clashing.

The earth was shattering, collapsing, and disintegrating crazily, and instantly became beyond recognition.

Also at this moment————

"call----!"

Emiya Shirou, whose whole body was shining with red lightning, flashed out from the violent piercing mountain and appeared in front of Vlad III.

Vlad III did not flinch when he saw this, with an extremely crazy smile on his face. He waved the dark golden spear in his hand and stabbed Emiya Shirou fiercely in the heart.

"it's over----!"

At this moment, the crimson lightning that was originally scattered around Emiya Shirou suddenly gathered together, and a low and violent voice roared from his mouth.

"Treason against my glorious father (Clarent Blood Arthur)!!!!!!!!"

Vlad III was both a warrior and a king.

At that moment, a deafening roar echoed across the sky.

Chapter 581 The Last Elegy

"Uh...!"

Under the blazing fire, Vlad III, standing in the center of countless iron stakes and steel guns, knelt down on one knee.

His chest was penetrated by the crimson beam that illuminated the sky.

His body did not glow like Drake, his body gradually turned into particles, and the red wall did not appear immediately.

Even if his heart was penetrated or his chest was penetrated, Vlad III still had the strength to continue fighting.

The battle continues

Grade:A

A rare durable skill. It is not easy to die in battle, and has the ability to survive as long as it is not fatally wounded. It can move and fight even if it is seriously injured.

Even in such a near-death situation, Vlad III was still able to fight with all his strength.

But he did not attack Shirou Emiya who was almost defenseless in front of him, but panted and half-knelt in place.

Lanlu Jun also slowly emerged from the light of the fire and came behind Vlad III.

"I lost--!"

Vlad III raised his head and laughed heartily at Shirou Emiya wearing silver armor.

He did not regret it. The battle with Shirou Emiya was the most exciting and passionate battle he had ever experienced.

As a warrior, he must dare to admit his failure. If he lost, he lost. He did not intend to die with someone who could understand him and understand the [Monster].

At the moment when Vlad III admitted defeat, a red transparent wall appeared in front of Shirou Emiya, instantly separating the two groups of people.

The world over there also turned into a very uncomfortable red color in an instant, and the world began to fall apart.

"It's a pity. The hero is right in front of me, but I can't penetrate that head--"

The crazy Servant, with a lot of blood flowing out of his body, still showed a fearless smile even in such a situation.

"Ah? Lancer, are you going to die?"

Until this time, Shirou Emiya knew the job of Vlad III in front of him.

He always thought that the crazy Vlad III in front of him was a Berserker because of the influence of vampire legend.

Shirou Emiya did not doubt why the Berserker job could communicate, because Spartacus, the red Berserker, could also communicate.

Just like the Vlad III in front of him, his language revealed a madness that ordinary people could not understand.

And the one in front of him, no matter in words and deeds or behavior, was completely different from the gentle and elegant Vlad III who was a Lancer that Shirou Emiya knew.

However, even though Lan Lujun's mental state was extremely bad, he was not like Matou Shinji, who revealed his servant's job at the first sight.

"Well, if you don't eat, although it's sad, very sad, but if you don't eat--"

Lan Lujun knew Vlad III's love for her. She wanted to eat Vlad III, but she couldn't eat because she had no desire to eat Vlad III.

But she couldn't watch Vlad III die like this. She kept muttering in her mouth, and her will was madly fighting against desire at this moment.

At the moment when Lan Lujun and Vlad III were talking, the dark substance began to cover them.

But the two of them didn't seem to care at all. Vlad III also tilted his head slightly, revealing a kind look that was almost difficult to appear from his crazy expression.

"No, there is no need to do this. This body is not worthy of your love. The monster can only disappear like this."

"You are a pitiful woman who hopes to be eaten, but in fact has never eaten anyone!"

"That is why humans are so beautiful. Even if you lose your mind, you are still human."

Even though he was so angry with humans, Vlad III still loved humans.

"Your soul can still be saved. If you reach hell, I will reach it together."

At the moment when Vlad III spoke to Lan Lujun, a terrifying explosion sounded from the front of him.

The red wall was instantly defeated, and the silver figure wrapped in the dark material broke through it and rushed in with an unstoppable attitude.

"Is this you? Even in this situation, are you willing to lend a helping hand to us monsters?"

Vlad III, who was half kneeling on the ground, couldn't help but tremble and laughed.

They are enemies!

Is it worth it to do this for the enemy?

Vlad III didn't know how Shirou Emiya was thinking about these questions, but he understood that the young man in front of him was a person who deserved all his respect.

He was an extremely noble person.

However, this red world didn't seem to let Shirou Emiya do this.

"Zi——!"

The wall was quickly repaired the moment Shirou Emiya broke in.

Another one also rose suddenly, and the pitch-black substance seemed to lock Shirou Emiya and began to devour him at an extremely terrifying speed.

Shirou Emiya didn't give up.

"Grab my hand——!"

Shirou Emiya, who broke in, waved his wings behind him, ignoring the dark room that was devouring him at a terrifying speed, stretched out his hand, and shouted at Vlad III and Lanlujun.

He didn't give up rescuing Vlad III because he was a servant. Without any hesitation, and not caring whether he would die, he stretched out his helping hand to the two.

Really, a fool————

"My wife, let us offer the last elegy for those who can understand us so well, and let our exit be more spectacular!!!!!!!"

Most of his body was covered by black matter, and his chest was ruthlessly pierced by a red beam of light.

Life was left with only the last candlelight.

But even so, Vlad III still laughed arrogantly, looking at the silver voice in front of him.

"Hero, let me send you off for the last time!"

At this moment, a sharp female voice came from behind Vlad III.

At this moment, will triumphed over desire, and at the moment of death, reason returned a little.

"In the name of the Command Seal, release the last Noble Phantasm, Lancer!!!!!!!!!!"

"Yes! My wife!"

[My path is full of blood]

[Disputes with hundreds of nobles]

[Fighting with tens of thousands of enemies]

[The cruelty of being attacked by me]

[The cruelty I exercised]