The Ultimate Lich King

The disgusting monster restrained Saber's body and smeared the disgusting slime on her armor.

Caster smiled sickly as he admired Saber's struggling posture.

"Jane, look at your current posture, so helpless and pitiful. You are the supreme god you have always believed in."

boom! A torrent of magic power surged out of Saber's frail body, and in just a moment, all the monsters entangled in her body were reduced to pieces. The invisible sword in her hand was pointed at Caster, and Saber's beautiful emerald eyes were filled with endless anger.

"It doesn't matter if you get extra Command Seals or the Holy Grail War or whatever, the purpose of my body and this sword is to completely eliminate you!"

"Yo yo yo, Joan of Arc..."

Caster was shocked by Saber's majesty and gasped slightly. His expression was neither shaken nor fearful, but rather confused and at a loss.

"You are so noble and righteous... Holy girl. Even the gods feel inferior to you in front of you!"

Caster's voice was extremely joyful, but suddenly fell into silence. Taking this as a signal, the tentacles of the fragile monster were like an avalanche, killing Saber.

"I have defiled my love! I have fallen deeply into the quagmire of love! Holy maiden!"

Swinging swords and wild laughter opened the prelude to this life-and-death struggle.

Panting, she swung the sword, and the wound on her left hand caused by the "Destroying Yellow Rose" began to slowly flow with blood. Saber frowned slightly, but endured the pain in her wrist, and swung the sword again to kill the person in front of her. The monster was cut in half.

Damn it, how could it be endless... Looking around, she found that the number of monsters was not decreasing, but was actually increasing. Saber couldn't help but feel helpless.

"Could it be..." Looking at the human skin book in Caster's hand that glowed slightly, Saber guessed the worst possibility.

"It's so nostalgic, Jeanne. Everything is the same as before."

Caster looked like he was looking at a sacred painting in a trance. Watch the battle as Saber becomes more and more miserable.

"Even in a dangerous situation with an outnumbered enemy, you will never be afraid or give in. Your eyes have never doubted victory. You have not changed. There is no doubt that your noble fighting spirit and noble soul are Evidence that she is Joan of Arc. It’s obviously like this..."

Full of nonsense as usual. But Saber suppressed her anger and focused on killing the soldiers in front of her. To refute the opponent sentence by sentence will only play into the enemy's hands.

"Why? Why haven't you woke up yet? Do you still believe in God's protection? Do you think a miracle will come to save you in this desperate situation? - What a sigh! You have forgotten the battle of Gongbi Love Have you forgotten the trap of God who pushed you from the pinnacle of glory to the hell of destruction! Even if you have suffered so many insults, are you still willing to be God’s puppet on a string!?”

I really want to shut up that nonsense mouth. I really want him to know what kind of punishment he will receive for taking away the life of a child because of his idle delusions - even if he thinks so, the tip of the sword cannot touch him at all. Saber was stopped by a wall of ten or twenty monsters pressing up, and the distance from Caster seemed too far.

But just when these monsters were about to launch their next attack, a pale color covered their tentacles.

Then in an instant, the army of monsters that had given Saber a huge headache all turned into crystal clear ice sculptures.

"This is……"

The familiar magic fluctuation reminded Saber of something. Although the attack was not directed at herself, Saber, who was surrounded by monsters, was still inevitably eroded by the cold air.

A biting cold feeling came from his hands and feet, and even his thoughts were stagnant to a certain extent.

What a terrible magic... Is he really just an ordinary Master?

Saber even wondered if she had made a mistake. In fact, this man was not the Master. In fact, he was the hidden Caster, and the little girl and the woman with white hair and red eyes were the real Masters.

While Saber was thinking this, Ye Yu had slowly walked forward, stood in front of Saber and looked at Caster over there.

"Who are you? Whose permission did you get to dare to disturb me?!"

Caster roared angrily, but Ye Yu didn't say a word, just slowly clenched his fists. With a soft clicking sound, the monsters that were originally densely occupying the streets were reduced to pieces.

Both Saber and Caster couldn't help but tremble. The moment Ye Yu clenched his palms, it felt as if he was squeezing their hearts.

But it was obvious that Caster was not frightened by Ye Yu. He quickly reacted and roared fiercely at Ye Yu.

"Nonsense! Nonsense, nonsense, nonsense~!!"

Caster scratched his scalp, bulged his eyes and made strange noises.

"My prayers! My Holy Grail! They are all to revive that woman! She is mine...even a piece of flesh, a drop of blood, including the soul are mine!!"

The magic book in his hand gave off a strange light, and in an instant, dense monsters emerged from the spot again, surrounding Saber and Ye Yu.

"Be careful, there is something weird in that magic book, it should be his treasure phantom."

Saber reminded her like this, but also felt a little strange why a Berserker would have this kind of Noble Phantasm that should only belong to Caster.

"Summon as many as you want...just kill as many as you want!"

Not paying attention to the densely packed monsters around him, the frost spread from Ye Yu's feet, instantly turning these densely packed monsters into ice sculptures again.

Before Caster could let out an angry scream, Ye Yu had already jumped forward, holding an ice pick in his hand and stabbed the human-skin magic book hard.

Caster, on the other hand, lowered his head, and his dead fish-like eyes seemed to be about to bulge out of their sockets due to anger.

The "Luomin City Teaching Book" in his hand, this evil book with human skin as the cover, has a ferocious scar on it, as bloody and terrifying as the injured human skin rolled up. Not only that, this scar is still there. Constantly freezing.