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Using it... also means death.

Unless that Master is completely indifferent to the outcome of the Holy Grail War, otherwise... if they have any desire to obtain the Holy Grail, they definitely wouldn't use it...

The saintess's iron fists were punishing this immortal monster.

but--

There are places in this world that even the saint's fist cannot reach—that is, the death of Alucard!

Death—Resurrection!

Death—Resurrection!

Repeating the cycle endlessly, without flinching or dodging—

He just kept firing the gun in his hand.

One shot grazed the saint's arm, one shot grazed her chest, and one shot grazed her cheek.

More and more bloodstains were left on her body.

And—Arcado is still alive.

Can't die!

No matter how you kill it, no matter how you attack it, you can't kill it!

The Undead King simply laughed, as if he were mocking everyone.

The devil is there!

The Lord's enemies are clearly standing there!

It neither dodges nor flinches, but...it's unkillable.

There is nothing more helpless than this in the world.

"Have Sieg fly up and help—" Ambrose Conant gave the order to Rihito Ishizaki via communication.

next moment--

Siegfried, who was standing nearby, also rushed forward—

"Bang bang bang-"

"Oh?" Alucard smiled as he watched Siegfried charge towards him, repeatedly pulling the trigger—

Silver bullets struck him one after another.

But it was completely useless!

The longsword cleaved Alucard in two, but the bullets left not a single mark on his body.

"This is?"

"The Blood Armor of the Evil Dragon—" Kurokawa Kazuya explained what he saw through Alucard's perspective: "That Siegfried has a Noble Phantasm that nullifies attacks below B rank. Even weapons above B rank will have their defensive phases removed, leaving only the damage to him."

"Then—what about this one?"

boom--

Once again recovered, Alucard crossed his arms, pointed the black muzzle of his gun at Siegfried, and pulled the trigger—

indeed.

This gun is only rated C.

However—its power has already exceeded that.

Every shot fired was like a heavy cannonball; the weapon, which had been elevated to the level of a Noble Phantasm, was far more powerful than the one depicted in the manga!

Chi-

The bullet struck Siegfried in the chest, leaving a shallow wound that was slightly red but didn't bleed at all.

“This is—?” Ambrose Conant’s face lit up with joy.

That's it!

Alucard's attacks had no effect on Ziggs!

Chi-

next moment--

Alucard abandoned his gun and enhanced his body, then thrust his arm at Sieg, leaving a long, thin wound on his chest.

"Haha..." Alucard chuckled, licking the blood from his hands. "Isn't this... capable of causing harm?"

Chapter 236 Methods to Kill the Undead

The battle continued until dawn.

The battle between Lancer, Saber, and Ruler continued until dawn.

The area around where they fought has been reduced to ruins.

If the barrier to repel people hadn't already been set up, the whole city would have already discovered it.

“This is… a monster…” Rihito Ishizaki watched the battle unfold through the eyes of the panting Siegfried.

Both Saber and Ruler were covered in blood.

There weren't many large wounds, but there were many small injuries.

But—there wasn't a single drop of blood on the ground.

The blood that dripped onto the ground was absorbed by Lancer and Alucard in no time.

Having just regenerated his severed arm, Accardo casually swung his hand upwards—

A bloody gash was left on Siegfried's neck.

"Huff, huff—" Siegfried slowly retreated, panting heavily, blood flowing continuously from his wounds.

It can't heal!

Normally, such a shallow wound would heal in a short time, but... it won't heal.

The constant flow of blood, a whole night of intense fighting.

Even though his magic power was still plentiful, he was already feeling quite mentally exhausted.

He glanced at the saintess who had charged forward again to begin beating Alucard, and gripped his sword tighter.

Comparatively speaking, that saintess was much better...

Although Alucard's attack also left wounds on her, they were not the kind of wounds that could not heal like his... In fact, they were essentially the same.

However... even if Martha is not good at it, she still knows the basics of baptism.

The unhealing energy that Acard places on wounds can be removed through baptism.

However... she is currently unable to perform the baptism on Qi Gefei.

A skilled priest should be able to do it, fighting while simultaneously performing baptisms for others. But unfortunately, although she is a saintess, aside from her fists, everything else she's only third-rate in.

boom--

The next moment, Siegfried's expression changed.

The saintess's fist... was caught!

"What's wrong? Can't move? Saintess!? Is this all? Human!?" Alucard smiled as he repaired his body: "Then it's over—"

"What—" Saintess Martha gasped slightly as Alucard caught her fist!

Alucard gripped her arm tightly. The blood whip held her hand firmly in place where the wound was being treated!

As he spoke, Accardo pointed the black pistol in his hand at Martha's forehead: "Checkmate! Saintess!"

boom--

The next moment, Accardo pulled the trigger without hesitation.

boom--

The bullet grazed Martha's scalp as it flew away.

Martha's other hand knocked Alucard's head off—

However, as more and more blood whips appeared, they bound Marda.

"what--"

Siegfried's sword swiftly severed the Blood Whip, saving Martha and simultaneously activating his Noble Phantasm—"Fantasy Greatsword: Fallen Demon!!!"

boom----!!

The light emanating from the Noble Phantasm was unexpectedly faint.

Compared to before, it has dropped to a fairly low level.

It's not that I lack magic power, but rather... I've lost too much blood and consumed too much power.

"Hahaha, not bad...not bad!" Blood condensed, and in the dawn, the blood coalesced into a human shape. The black mist slowly dissipated, revealing the laughing undead.

"How many times did you kill me in one night? Ten times? A hundred times? Or a thousand times? Come on, swordsman! Come on, saintess! Just a few million more kills and you'll win! A million more? Two million? Or three million? Why don't you give it a try—?"

despair--

Even a hero like a Servant in human history couldn't help but feel a sense of despair in the face of such a situation.

So-called heroes are best at turning the impossible into the possible, finding the one that is favorable to themselves from a probability of one percent, one thousandth, or one ten-thousandth.

However—the opponent is also a Servant.

The Holy Grail War lasts only seven days.

How many times did I kill him yesterday?

Neither Siegfried nor Martha remembered this incident; at first, they would count it.

However, faced with that vast number of lives, numbers become meaningless, whether it's killing once, twice, or three times...