Chapter 5: Blood Cross and Tragedy

That was a time that was never understood. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Glory is higher than life, shouting holy, and the era of death for the sake of faith.

Even though it is shrouded in a heavy haze, even if it is insulted and ridiculed by later generations, it is still full of the age of things called faith.

It is by no means comparable to later generations, it is by no means comparable to the ordinary, and mere existence is a miracle.

The Age of Christ.

The Age of the Crusaders.

“――！！！”

In the wind, Constantine glared angrily, and once again parried the surprise attack of the red magic spear.

Under the blood-colored sky, the power of heavenly damnation was slowly pouring into his body.

The state is the king, and the king is the state.

Holding the door to Christendom, even if he is only old and weak, he has never taken half a step back before the new moon, that heroic posture should be called a hero, right?

Yes, heroes.

It's just this brilliance, this persistence that stands tall and does not retreat, fights to the end, and even the country turns into a sea of fire, which can be called a hero.

The giants who rose from the ruins of Rome, holding high the banner of the cross, for thousands of years, have never repented.

"-Ahh!!!h

Flames poured from his chest. Burning the soul.

It was not the enemy who felt this pain, but Constantine himself.

"You guy?"

Cú Chulainn couldn't help but stop because he couldn't understand it, and the blue spearman was a little confused.

What's he doing?

Why?

Confusion made his hands and feet sluggish, the unknown made his brain blank, and the blocking of the must-kill blow made him even more suspicious.

The opponent rubbed himself up in this moment's hesitation.

The spears swept first, the tormentahawk-like fiery trail forcing the blue-clad spearmen on, and then the thrusts.

The flag of the fire swooped forward like a phoenix, breaking away from the flag and turning into a blazing blade of fire.

Cú Chulainn hurriedly blessed himself with something called a fire prevention charm, but the next moment, he was shocked to find that the defense of the Lun script against this flame was completely zero.

“――！！！”

But since it's already too late.

The blade of flames flashed, blood splattered, and half of his left arm couldn't dodge, and it was cut into green smoke, compared to it, if you were in the middle, it wouldn't be a strange thing to lose an arm, right?

Of course, what is worse is that it is difficult to recover.

Because the heat has already closed the blood vessels at the moment of injury, it is more difficult to recover than when it is still bleeding.

Gulan's fierce dog couldn't help but grit his teeth and secretly hated - this opponent was...

But then he laughed again, and it was because of such an opponent that he had the value of fighting.

Turning the spear again, he had already decided to attack another round with the Death Lance.

――If you are not afraid of fate, even the whole person will be completely blown to pieces.

However, the most disgusting words rang out again.

"That's it, Lancer, come back"

The indifferent, voice of his own 'master' made the spearman's body stiffen. In disbelief, he looked up at the night sky somewhere, and shouted uncontrollably.

"What are you talking bastard!? are you telling me to retreat at this time!?"

The voice could be called a question, but unfortunately, a certain empty man did not answer the question at all.

"Or do you want me to use the Command Charm?"

“・・・”

disgrace

Great shame

But what else

Lancer turned around, hurriedly dropped the phrase "I'll get your head next time" and left, leaving only the Byzantine youth, who had only liberated the Noble Phantasm to the half-liberated bridge, standing on the ruined bridge, silently retrieving the Noble Phantasm that had made him miserable.

"What a poor guy"

He shook his head pityingly, feeling genuinely sorry for his opponent.

"Why do you say that, Caster?"

It was only then that his master slowly emerged from the air—it turned out that she had been there all along, but Caster had used some technique to save her from twists and turns.

In other words, that's the true meaning of the name 'Fortress in Fire and Blood', in order to protect the people in it, and to resist the forces that have fallen.

The long red hair was tied into a double ponytail, and the purple one was not so much a robe but a long women's dress as a dress, and the holy book that the maiden held on her chest. This is a cute little girl who looks like she is only thirteen or fourteen years old.

Because, he doesn't even have the right to choose where he is buried...

Caster didn't say the last word, but his master looked a little sad as if he was aware.

She looked up at Servent, who was much taller than her and couldn't exert her full strength because of the job agency, and was silent for a while. Instead, Caster noticed this and laughed dumbly.

"Don't worry about me, master, although it is a pity, I will not be discouraged by this - after all, I was once the king of a country, even in Luotuo, I still have the strength of a king."

He bent down, picked up his little master, and placed her on his shoulder.

He looked around, and then, on the bridge of the winter wood, laughed out loud.

"I am - the !! of Constantine XI"

He suddenly shouted, like the rider who drove the Thunder Chariot ten years ago, and the coincidence of history repeated itself again. But this time, the caster standing here is not here to declare war on the heroes of the world for his dreams. It's just that in order to revive the unyielding and arrogant bones in the chest again.

He is king.

It is a star on the earth that will never compromise and will never dim.

He did not come here to obtain the miracle of the Holy Grail, nor to covet the beauty of resurrection, but in the end, he has become history, and there is no wish that must be reversed and must be fulfilled.

He was summoned by descendants of an unknown number of generations. There's only one thing you want to do.

"I am the Emperor of the Roman Empire!!"

Don't worry

No need to hesitate

All the old kings who stood here had to do was declare war with dignity, just like the young man who fell into the castle and died under Constantinople.

"Here I have established the holy city of Christ, and all heresies and wickedness are enemies to those who are not believers—!!"

-- Declare war on all heretics.

"Holy---!!!"

The frenzied shouts resounded through the sky, the surging flames rolled inward, and the vanishing Caster and the smiling girl on his shoulders embraced and disappeared.

・・・

・・・・・・

"Ayaka"

"What's wrong, Saber?"

"I want to see him"

“・・・”

"I'm sorry, please forgive me for being willful"

The silver-armored maiden king looked apologetically at her master, but she smiled when she gently removed the veil from her eyes.

"No problem, Saber"

"Huh?"

"If it's your decision, then it must be the right one"

She trusts this girl who is so stoic that it is unbearable, she is...

"Thank you"

Saber smiled gratefully, then turned his gaze in the direction the voice had come from.

'Constantine XI...' she silently drew a cross on her chest and chuckled.

"Really, a trip that you won't regret..."

The battlefield where heroes who should never meet each other danced together, and the meeting across history...

・・・

・・・・・・

And on the other side...

"Kiri"

“・・・”

"Tomorrow, how about hunting with the king?"

The King of the Crescent Moon had already shown a bloody smile that was so explicit that he could no longer hide it.

"Cut—"

Shinji stood up and walked to his room.

He didn't bother to answer this guy's question at all.

Now that the enemy has sent out an invitation to fight, it is natural to fight it.

Is there still any doubt about this?

"Hah, hahaha, ha, ha!!!!ha