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Fan Yu was stunned. He sensed a deep resentment in the other person's tone. Staring at Matou Kariya's bloodshot eyes, his aged figure, he couldn't help but feel a strange emotion.

He, the person who kidnapped Zenjo Aoi, was right in front of him and didn't care at all.

On the contrary, after hearing those words, Matou Kariya's hatred for Tōsaka Tokiomi overshadowed his enemy?

Fan Yu chose not to hide it and said frankly: "From what I can see now, Tōsaka Tokiomi has no intention of rescuing his wife and daughter. I have given up."

An expression of 'as expected' emerged on Matou Kariya's face, and he muttered to himself in a low voice: "As expected, it was a mistake for Aoi to marry him in the first place. He doesn't care at all..."

Fan Yu: "..."

Well, Matou Kariya has an inexplicable obsession with Tōsaka Tokiomi.

Or it would be more appropriate to say that it is a kind of anger that comes from "the person you can't get is thrown away like a rag by others."

Fan Yu couldn't tell whether he felt pity or a sigh for this kind of person with mental problems, but he was ready to fight him for the moment, and the situation became a little subtle at this moment.

"Okay, now it's time to tell me where Ying is? I have to give this to her." Fan Yu said bluntly.

Matou Kariya raised his head: "Leave this to me, I will give it to Sakura! This has nothing to do with you anymore. Everything... is Tokiomi's fault!"

Chapter 39 Fierce Battle

A gloomy atmosphere filled the air, and the crested worm in Matou Kariya's hand was constantly wriggling.

At this moment, he wanted to cut Tōsaka Tokiomi into pieces right then and there.

It is difficult for ordinary people to understand his resentment, and the same is true for Fan Yu.

However, in response to Matou Kariya's words, he shook his head directly: "That won't work. I have to hand over the necklace in person."

As he spoke, Fan Yu slowly put the necklace back into his pocket. Seeing this, Matou Kariya's already unstable emotions took on a ferocious expression. He let out a low growl, "Give me the necklace, and I won't attack you.

I know you think you can defeat Berserker with Caster, but Matou's allies are arriving soon. If you don't want to die, give me the necklace... and get out of here!"

After hearing this, Fan Yu and Medea looked at each other. Were they unable to understand the situation or was it the other party who couldn't understand the situation?

Seeing that the two of them showed no reaction, Matou Kariya immediately gave an order to Hercules: "Berserker, destroy them!"

Hercules raised his hands, and the Unnamed Axe Sword in his right hand suddenly struck down at Fan Yu and Medea.

Medea snorted and activated the spell that she had prepared for her master long ago. Two golden defensive barriers instantly rose in front of the two people's bodies, and a ball of purple light appeared on the barrier covered with magic words.

When Hercules' axe and sword fell, the purple light suddenly became stronger, emitting a hissing sound of an extreme magical explosion.

The spell characters seemed to be infused with life, becoming vivid and dynamic on the barrier. They formed a spell array and quickly aligned together. Then, a defensive light that blocked everything extended from the barrier, freezing Hercules' axe and sword in mid-air as they fell.

A layer of transparent light film completely locked Hercules in mid-air.

His waving arms froze in mid-air, and he couldn't help but look up at the light film above his head and tear it down with all his might. However, not even a sound came out, and the light film in the air didn't move at all.

Hercules only felt that he was tearing something that was completely invisible.

Whether it was a boulder or a mountain... He, symbolized as a strongman in mythology, could easily destroy anything. A mountain, a city wall... But if it wasn't a solid object, that was another matter.

Hercules tried to pull out the axe and sword that were frozen in the spell, but during this brief period of stagnation, neither Fanyu nor Medea would give him a chance to regroup.

Medea chanted "High-Speed ​​Divine Words," and a barrage of magic bullets gathered from the front, aiming directly at Hercules' body at close range. Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, the magic bullets continuously bombarded Hercules's limbs, creating small holes in their shells.

Fan Yu directly used the old-fashioned golden lightsaber. He stood close to Hercules' huge body and slashed his thigh with the sword.

Chi!

A crisp sound of a sword slashing rang out from the field. With scorching heat and sharp slashing, the muscular thigh on the left side of Hercules' battle skirt was directly cut off from the body.

Hercules' body staggered and almost fell down.

However, as a highly skilled warrior, he had already mastered all the rhythms of his body and had overcome countless near-death situations. The mere loss of a leg was not enough to make him lose his combat effectiveness.

Hercules immediately dropped the axe and sword in his raised hand, flipped over, and used the other half of his body and arm to hammer at Fan Yu and Medea.

He used his body as a weapon and charged forward.

boom!

At close range, the shields displayed in front of Fan Yu and Medea were attacked by this huge force, and ripples appeared in front of the magic barrier.

Immediately afterwards, several "cracking" sounds were heard, and white cracks began to appear all over the barrier.

Medea's expression changed, and she subconsciously gritted her teeth. She glanced at the Master beside her, her eyes trying to convey something. However, the situation, which Hercules had exploited, left them no time for dialogue.

She pulled out a crowned archery card from beneath her robe and immediately activated it by injecting magic power into it.

In an instant, waves of magical spell structures emerged on both sides of Medea's body. Purple arrows condensed from the void by magic power, their sharp tips carrying a fierce cyclone, quickly flew towards Hercules.

The scene in the field was like thousands of arrows being shot at the same time, with continuous hissing sounds. When each sharp arrow pierced through Hercules' body, it was like a meat grinder, blasting large holes in it.

They were like cannonballs, bombarding Hercules' body, causing it to lose several stress points. As the stress points decreased, Hercules' body balance began to have problems.

When his impact hit, only half of his body was left.

Hercules' body was drenched in blood, his limbs blasted to a bloody pulp, even the bones of the heroic spirit imitating his body were exposed. But this still couldn't stop his attack...

When the barrier presented by Medea was broken, half of his body attacked and was about to smash Medea's body into pieces.

Boom!

There was a muffled sound in the field.

It was not Hercules knocking Medea's body away, nor was it any other sound.

Matou Kariya, who was standing at the end of the battle point in the middle of the field, opened his eyes wide.

In his eyes, a human with brown hair and golden eyes was reflected, and he started to collide with Hercules' shoulder with his fist.

Hercules' heavy strength did not cause him to retreat at all, but instead he was frozen in place.

"How is it possible..." Matou Kariya found it difficult to understand.

A magician is a completely different species in itself, and a Heroic Spirit is even more superior. Hercules, who appeared in the world as Berserker, is the most powerful among the Heroic Spirits.

Even if that Caster used those storm-like arrows to dissipate most of the force of Hercules's attack, it was still not something a human could stop.

Do not……

Rather, the presence of humans in a battle between heroic spirits is itself contrary to common sense.

Why, there is such a monster?

Chapter 40 Kill the Master First

No one gave him a sufficient answer.

But Hercules was no longer surprised. The scene that had happened in the forest was just a replay here.

There was a hint of unwillingness in Hercules' eyes, and at the same time, there was an extra layer of anger in his glance at Medea beside him.

He longed for a hearty fight, not for this witch to constantly interfere...

"Master!"

Fan Yu responded.

Of course, he would not miss the opportunity to quickly cut off Hercules' body. When the distance between the two was less than 2 meters, Fan Yu slashed across with the lightsaber in his other hand.

However, Hercules wasn't about to back off. Having been in this situation before, he wasn't about to make the same mistake again. He raised his only remaining right arm and shielded himself.

Facing the brilliant light flashing in the air and a "chi" sound, his arm was cut off on the spot.

During this gap, Hercules also kicked his feet suddenly.

With only one leg on the floor, the invasion of gravity caused the stone slabs on the ground to crack rapidly and spread, and then the floor of the entire hall collapsed.

Boom!

Hercules' body flew backwards, and at the same time, it also stopped Fanyu and Medea from continuing their attacks. The collapse of the terrain caught the two off guard. Medea quickly used magic to cover the feet of both parties with a layer of buoyancy, and they slowly fell.

A few seconds later.

In an environment covered with smoke and dust, Fan Yu swung the sword in his hand and slashed it. The wind whistled and the smoke and dust were blown away.

Fan Yu and Medea reappeared, staring at the ruined building fragments in front of them.

At the end of the path ahead, Hercules' figure was half engulfed in white smoke, his black hair dancing wildly. His severed arms and legs had already begun to repair themselves under the magic power provided by the Master.

As a result, Matou Kariya, already looking old, appeared even weaker standing behind Hercules. His silver hair had begun to partially fall out, and his hand, bearing the marks of the Command Seals, was wrinkled and looked like a hunched old man, like a candle in the wind.

"Why..." Matou Kariya couldn't understand.

Why can humans ignore the physical strength of great heroes in mythology?

Medea seemed to see the bloodshot reluctance in Matou Kariya's eyes, and with a witch's sarcastic tone, "Is it difficult to understand? Hercules' legendary degree and his status as a Berserker mean that he should theoretically be immune to or even ignore any kind of attack below A-rank.

However, my magic is not immune to you."

Including the lightsaber with slashing and cutting properties like that of his own master, theoretically speaking, it even ignores the so-called concepts of magic and physics, and is completely based on the "conceptual characteristics" of cutting and burning single objects.

"This only shows the difference in level between us, Matou Kariya." Fan Yu said calmly.

He was not in as good a mood as Medea, as he was tired of tonight's battle.

He gently waved the weapon in his hand, and a large number of golden particles emerged from the golden lightsaber, floating with brilliant light in the night.

Matou Kariya gazed into Fan Yu's unwavering golden eyes, and for a moment, it seemed as if he saw the detestable Tōsaka Tokiomi displaying his arrogance. An inexplicable rage rose within him, and the Crest Worms, growing in sync with his emotions, began to gnaw at his vitality at an accelerated rate.

On the back of his hand, the light of the Command Seal shone.

The surge of magical power caused a stream of air to automatically disperse around Matou Kariya. His silver hair danced wildly in the air, and his pupils reflected a fury that was ready to die. "This was originally meant for Tōsaka Tokiomi. You asked for this, Caster's Master."

The lightsaber in Fan Yu's hand moved slightly: "Oh?"

Matou Kariya raised his palm high and gave an order to Hercules, who was facing away from him, "I use the First Command Seal..."

Chi!

Before he could finish his words, a golden light flashed past in front of Matou Kariya.

He only saw his arm raised above his head, falling from the right side.

"Eh?"

A half-severed arm tumbled to the ground, and Matou Kariya stared blankly at the ground. When he came to his senses, the intense pain and the smell of burning in the air emerged in his senses.

He subconsciously turned his head to look to the side, and saw the scent of flesh and blood emanating from his broken arm, which formed a perfect fit with the broken arm with the Command Seal on the ground.

The brain nerves stopped for a moment and then became whole again at this moment!

“Ahhhhhhhhh——!” Matou Kariya hugged his broken arm and let out a shrill cry of pain.

Before he could react, a golden lightsaber...

No, it's not so much a sword as it is a light gun that is an extension of the sword.

puff!

The golden sword stretched to more than ten meters in length, piercing directly from the side of Hercules to the chest of Matou Kariya behind him, and went out through his heart.

Matou Kariya's body suddenly stopped, his cry of pain abruptly stopped, and he froze in place.

A trace of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth, and then suddenly gushed out uncontrollably.

His eyes widened and he looked down at his chest in disbelief. He wanted to say something but found that he couldn't say anything.

A golden look flashed before him.

Fan Yu walked towards him. Hercules behind him wanted to move, but was imprisoned by Medea's spell. Hercules tried to swing his fist to shatter the barrier in front of him, but because the master's magic power was rapidly draining, his body became sluggish.

"You'd better stay where you are for a while, Berserker." Medea sneered.

Hercules didn't respond and continued to try to break free from the restraints in front of him.

Matou Kariya sat slumped in a pool of blood, his arm severed and his vitality dwindling from the attack on his heart. He could sense that if it weren't for the Crest Worm implanted by his grandfather, Matou Zouken, hanging on to him, he would have died instantly from the blow to his heart.

He raised his head with difficulty and saw Fan Yu approaching.

He was having difficulty breathing, his body drooping, his pupils staring in one direction.

"cherry……"

"What a pathetic guy." Fan Yu sighed.

Then, Fan Yu raised his sword and stabbed it into his throat, ending his suffering.