Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

Chapter 228 Slaying Diarmuid

"My lord...?!"

Diarmuid, who was fighting a fierce battle with the bird while holding the remaining yellow rose, suddenly stopped moving.

It was a piercing pain from the depths of my soul.

It wasn't that he was injured, but rather that the magical pathway connecting the Servant and the Master was being forcibly disrupted as if by a red-hot blade.

Kenneth's magical circuits were largely destroyed by the Origin Bullet, and the devastating impact was pouring into Diarmuid's spirit body like a tidal wave through the magical contract.

"Uh... Ah!"

The precipitous drop in magic power caused Diarmuid's spirit to tremble violently.

The once elegant and agile spearman let out a painful groan, and he even became momentarily transparent due to the magical disorder.

His eyes, which always held a mixture of melancholy and loyalty, were now completely filled with horror, and his gaze abruptly turned toward the direction where Kenneth had fallen.

"Lord Kenneth!"

The loyal knight let out a mournful cry.

That cry was also filled with self-reproach.

He never had any desire for the Holy Grail; he came to this world only to vow to win the war for his lord in this life.

He had vowed to wash away the stain of his past life in this battle, but now he had caused his lord to suffer such terrible harm!

"You're getting distracted again, that could cost you your life, spearman."

The bird's voice carried not a trace of extra emotion.

Whoosh!

He cleaved Diarmuid's shoulder open with a single stroke.

This time, without the anti-magic effect of the Red Rose, his Devourer could recklessly absorb the magic power from Diarmuid's wounds.

"Get out of the way! I need to save my lord!"

Diarmuid frantically waved the yellow rose in his hand, trying to force his way through the bird's obstruction.

His marksmanship had become chaotic; his once artful and precise thrusts were now full of flaws.

The bird's feet spun, its body becoming a dark afterimage in the moonlight.

They reappeared behind Diarmuid.

With the help of the converted magic, he was even faster than before.

The Zanpakuto in his hand emitted a low hum.

Diarmuid tried to turn around to block, but just as the two weapons were about to collide, the golden spear seemed to encounter some kind of strong acid, and was instantly corroded by the black spiritual pressure, leaving a gap.

click!

The tip of the raccoon's blade ruthlessly sliced ​​through the yellow rose's defenses and grazed Diarmuid's chest.

Puff-!

Blood gushed out, and countless streams of magic flowed out of the wound along with the blood.

Zanpakuto are weapons that can specifically target spirits, making them no different from targeted Noble Phantasms in the face of these Heroic Spirits.

The bird lunged forward, its blade spun and pierced Diarmuid's chest, pinning him to the rocks on the riverbank.

"...It's over," Iskandar, who was watching the match, concluded.

Asuka stared into Diarmuid's unwilling eyes, tightening her grip even more, as if afraid that this Heroic Spirit might have some trump card, such as a resurrection artifact.

He showed no sympathy for the man; he gave him the duel he wanted, and any hesitation would be disrespectful to the warrior.

"Ugh... Ah..." Diarmuid grabbed Asuka's shoulder, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

His body began to turn transparent, and he looked in Kenneth's direction with deep resentment: "This battle... we failed... to win..."

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"My lord... I'm sorry..."

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Asuka looked into his eyes: "My name is Asuka. Lancer, what's your name?"

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...Dirmund....Audeye..."

Diarmuid's body completely disintegrated under the moonlight, turning into countless points of light that drifted into the sky.

The first Servant to sacrifice in the Holy Grail War has left the stage.

Iskandar stood on the wheel of divine might, stroking the stubble on his chin, his expression more solemn than ever before.

He glanced in the direction the spearman had been staring in his dying moments, then yanked the reins sharply: "Hey, kid, hold on tight!"

"Dilmuth..."

""

Artoria murmured to herself not far away.

As a heroic spirit who also possessed the spirit of chivalry, she witnessed the demise of Diarmuid and the clean and decisive battle of that avenger, naturally causing her complex emotions.

Iskandar was right; he was not a malicious villain.

but..

Artoria's hands were trembling slightly.

While the opponent's defeat was certainly due to inferior skill, the sudden collapse of magical power at the end was clearly caused by the Master being injured.

Recalling the tactical discussions at Eindzbern Castle earlier, she felt a pang of sadness.

"He clearly couldn't defeat the other Servant, so why did he still try to kill his Master..."

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"Emiya Kiritsugu... is this how you do things...?"

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"Hahaha! Everyone's working so hard!"

In the sky, on the huge black airship, Francesca almost laughed herself to death.

She leaned against the railing, her eyes filled with a morbid, manic ecstasy.

"The spearman is dead!"

"Mr. Kenneth is going to die too!"

"That hitman and the priest are playing hide-and-seek!"

"This is amazing! This is the kind of night Fuyuki City should have!!"

She turned around and said to François, the boy who looked almost exactly like her, in a coquettish tone, "But François, this level of chaos is still too...human."

"What I want is that kind of thing, the kind that even Heroic Spirits would find chilling...! Use that now!"

Young François chuckled mischievously and elegantly opened the magic book made of human skin, "The Book of the City of the Conch."

"As you wish, my Francesca."

He nimbly jumped onto the railing, seemingly unafraid of being blown off by the hurricane high above.

"Since we're waging war under this malevolent sky, how can we not make the most of it?"

The boy was no longer speaking human language, but rather a low-frequency resonance that could drive the mentally fragile instantly mad.

That was a blasphemous lament from ancient times.

"La! Ia! Cthulhu! Fhtagn!"

"Use this book as the key to open the gates of the abyss!"

"O kin who slumber in the endless depths of the sea, heed my call, descend into this world, and feast to your heart's content!!"

"That spearman is dead! The Avengers will be here soon!"

"Now's the time! Kill that girl!"

"Don't drag this out with her, or you'll be in big trouble!"

The three assassin clones exchanged ideas and almost simultaneously leaped out from the blind spot, using their black daggers to block all of Kamado Dong's escape routes.

Although the girl's movements were quite impressive, her physical strength was steadily declining.

This time, no matter what, she...

Boom!

A violent blue bolt of lightning descended from the sky!

Accompanied by the earth-shaking bellows of two divine oxen, a majestic and enormous war chariot crashed down between the assassin and the mother and daughter.

"Alarai!!!"

Iskandar's hearty laughter echoed across the desolate grassland, and the lightning ripples from the charging chariot alone sent the three assassin clones flying.

"The King of Conquerors?!" The assassin frowned slightly.

"What are you doing here? Here to reap the spoils?" another clone asked coldly.

Iskandar leaped off the chariot: "Don't get me wrong, I don't have the habit of kicking someone when they're down."

"Hey! Kid, hurry up!"

Then, he pulled a shivering boy out of the truck bed.

"Teacher...?!"

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The moment Webber Velvet landed, he saw the man lying in a pool of blood, convulsing like a stray dog.

That was the mentor he had always envied yet looked up to, but he had never hated him.