Chapter 369: Red Lancer vs. ck Saber


    Regarding the participants in this Holy Grail War, who left the worst impression on Shinji? First is Celenike, and second is the fat guy, Gordes.


    Celenike is hopelessly beyond redemption. Even if she has a pretty face and a nice figure, it''s all for naught. Her twisted nature rivals that of Ryuunosuke Uryuu.


    Gordes, on the other hand, isn''tpletely wasted yet and might still be salvageable. However, he''s currently in a state of self-intion. If he doesn''t get a few harsh setbacks, he''ll eventually be as irredeemably twisted as Celenike.


    By that time, Shinji might feel the urge to get rid of him—well, to be honest, he''s already feeling a bit like hitting him now.


    You have to understand, Shinji''s personality is considered quite good among transmigrators. He isn''t arrogant, doesn''t mind working for others, and can even tolerate some posturing—as long as you have as much clout as Lorelei or Kah.


    But what does Gordes have? He has some skills, but not enough to justify his extreme arrogance. Even Kah wasn''t this overbearing!


    You don''t realize it until youpare: there''s always someone dumber than thest.


    Of course, Gordes was unaware of Shinji''s inner ridicule. His anger had already shifted from Karna to Shinji—who do you think you are, to speak to me like that?


    "Fat-Fatty!!! Just a mere Servant, how dare you be so disrespectful to a Master."


    "My Master is Fiore, not you, you dead fatso," Shinji casually sat beside Jeanne, still not sparing Gordes a nce.


    The upgraded insult made Gord''s anger burn even hotter.


    "Fine, remember this: when we get back, I''ll have Fiore deal with you properly."


    "Suit yourself. But before that, I have a reminder for you—I''m an Assassin. Is it wise to threaten an Assassin like this? If you provoke me, be careful of my tenfold retaliation—rest assured, I won''t leave any evidence, and not even Darnic or Berserker will be able to do anything about it."


    At this, Shinji finally lifted his head, and the coldness in his deep blue eyes made Gordes shiver, making him realize the immense power of a Servant far beyond modern magi.


    Gordes, though arrogant, wasn''t entirely brainless. When his anger was doused by the threat to his life, his intelligence kicked back in.


    "What''s the point of being ruthless? If you have the guts, go deal with the Red Servants, like Red Lancer."


    This statement made Shinji look at Gordes with newfound respect.


    "Huh? You can say something sensible, Fatty. But I would have done that anyway. However, I won''t take action this time because it''s meaningless."


    "How can it be meaningless? This is a great chance to kill the Red Lancer."


    "No, it''s not," Shinji shook his head. "You''ve been here for a while, just wanting me to test Red Lancer''s strength, but you didn''t approach."


    "You noticed me?" Gordes was surprised. He had indeed been nearby since Jeanne and Karna met, but following Saber''s suggestion, he stayed out of the Servant''s perception range. There was no reason he should have been detected.


    "It wasn''t me, it was Ruler. She had no change in expression when you appeared, indicating she noticed something."


    This was only half the reason; the other half was the mysterious way the story was written. If Shinji wasn''t present, it would have been Gordes bringing ck Saber to rescue Jeanne. Unfortunately for Gordes, his approach was wrong, and Jeanne didn''t appreciate it at all.


    "Because you were far away, and I used an anti-army Noble Phantasm, you missed many details. Red Lancer isn''t someone we can kill even if Saber and I team up. A forced kill will only lead to mutual destruction."


    As Shinji said this, he nced at Karna.


    Thetter was just focused on confronting ck Saber. Whether it was Gordes wanting to kill him or Shinji acknowledging his strength, there was no reaction. ck Saber was the same as ifpletely ignoring the conversation between Shinji and Gordes.


    "Impossible, Saber is—!" Gordes didn''t finish thest part of his sentence; it was something unmentionable.


    "Don''t believe me? Try it then. With me here, you don''t have to worry about Saber getting hurt."


    Shinji chuckled, his confident demeanor leaving Gordes feeling indignant.


    "Let''s give it a try then. Saber, engage!"


    At his Master''smand, the always silent ck Saber nodded slightly, stepping forward with the firm stride befitting a hero.


    "——Is that so. Then, ck Saber, it seems I can fight you one-on-one."


    At that moment, Red Lancer saw the swordsman''s smile. It was just a fleeting, barely noticeable smile, but Siegfried, the Heroic Spirit, indeed softened the corners of his mouth.


    Lancer''s eyes were inadvertently filled with nostalgic thoughts. What did this ck Saber, so different in era and homnd, remind him of?


    "I once met a man with eyes like yours."


    Lancer couldn''t help but utter an irrelevant remark.


    ck Saber tilted his head slightly, seemingly urging him to continue.


    "That man was a true hero... If you look at me with those eyes, it means our battle was not a chance encounter but an inevitable one."


    Lancer''s fighting spirit zed like a pale me. The usually silent ck Saber allowed his sword energy to surge, the air around them distorting from theirbined aura.


    When ck Saber arrived, he knew tonight''s mission was impossible to seed. He could have left immediately, but upon seeing those eyes so simr to his arch-enemy''s, he chose to stay.


    Ah, so it''s you. You too are yearning to fight me.


    Red Lancer was certain and delighted. From now on, I will let nothing stand in our way. Let us battle to the ends of the earth, let us fight to the world''s end.


    We Heroic Spirits are seekers and madmen who fight until the end of our lives. Even now, having gained a second life and manifested in this world, that faith remains unchanged!


    There were no loud shouts or tearing sounds, yet their fighting spirits zed like scorching mes, gradually engulfing everything around them.


    And then—


    Thence tore through the atmosphere, roaring thunderously.


    The sword cleaved through the air, screaming sharply.


    Their sh was like the scattering of withering life, sparks flying as two vast forces met equally.


    Red Lancer''s tactics were unchanged from before. Under the divine-level spear techniques, the golden spear manifested like a curtain. Its speed and ferocity were beyond Gordes''prehension and made Shinji once again confirm Karna''s strength—what he showed earlier was just a small demonstration; this was the full extent of his divine arts.


    However, the divine skill that Shinji thought would allow him tost at most ten rounds was withstood by ck Saber, who endured hundreds of spear strikes.


    That was Siegfried, the knight who traversed the Nethends, the "Dragon yer." His swordsmanship had reached a superhuman level. He used the tiniest time gaps to gradually close the distance.


    Yet, Siegfried couldn''t simply rely on his excellence to naturally defend against the spear''s strikes. Just this alone made it impossible topletely withstand the consecutive divine spear strikes.


    Despite this, ck Saber steadily shortened the distance. It was an extremely reckless behavior that even Ruler, who should know his legend, wanted to stop.


    Only through sacrifice can sess be achieved—saying it is simple, but the practice is apanied by great difficulty, where most people sink deeply into the quagmire of death.


    ck Saber took another step forward. He used the smallest possible movements to maneuver his great sword, gently deflecting the spear''s consecutive strikes. However, this was still not enough to keep up with the spear''s speed. Several thrusts should have hit vital points, cutting arteries and piercing between the eyebrows—but such was not the case.


    "...!?"


    Witnessing the extraordinary scene, the redncer immediately retreated. He put some distance between himself and the ck saber, casting a nce that seemed to freeze him in ce.


    "Such shallow wounds."


    It wasn''t just one strike; in fact, seventy-eight thrusts had hit the ck saber. Each strike hadnded precisely on a vital spot—yet the saber stood unfazed, poised in his stance.


    He wasn''t uninjured. But the wounds were absurdly shallow. Normally, it wouldn''t be surprising if his arm was shattered or his eyes gouged out. At least, the redncer had thrust his spear with such power.


    However, the fact that Gordes'' healing magic immediately closed the saber''s wounds indicated that the saber''s injuries were shallow enough to regenerate instantly.


    How could this be? If all those consecutive strikes had been blocked, it would be hard to believe but theoretically possible. But, to have taken direct hits and yet sustain such minimal damage was impossible!


    This was both an impossible event and a phenomenon that had indeed urred. So, there must be a reason. Either he was blessed by the gods like the rider from his camp, or he had undergone rigorous training, or—


    "—Ah, I see. I finally understand."


    A long-forgotten feeling of exhration surged in thencer''s chest. This ck saber was indeed simr to "him."


    The ck saber was equally astonished. His exceptional ability, "Armor of Fafnir," which recreated the legend of the hero Siegfried who bathed in dragon''s blood, nullified attacks below B rank. Even attacks surpassing B rank would first be reduced by B rank before affecting his body, which exined why the otherwise fatal wounds were so minor.


    In other words, normally—without fully activating his Noble Phantasm, merely using his spear as a regr weapon—there was no way to harm the saber.


    Yet, all seventy-eight strikes from thencer had injured him. Although they were minor wounds, easily healed by Godes'' healing magecraft, this fact was enough to make the heroic spirit Siegfried shiver.


    This meant that the redncer''s spear contained physical attack power equivalent to an A rank. Needless to say, the spear itself must be a rare treasure. But it was thebination of incredible strength and exceptional technique that produced such destructive power.


    Magnificent!


    The ck saber''s joy was evident. In his lifetime, he had never fought such a hero. Since defeating the dragon that destroyed thousands of viges, he has created countless legends with his immortal body.


    Yet, the feeling of crossing the line between life and death had long since vanished.


    Any attack was ineffective against him, and Siegfried merely ughtered his enemies with ease—this wasn''tbat; it felt more like a chore.


    But this battle was different.


    Look at that spear, piercing through my dragon armor.


    Look at that skill, already reaching the divine. How many legends has he forged, and how many hardships has he ovee?


    Just thinking about it filled the ck saber with admiration. Thencer before him seemed to share the same sentiment.


    They remained silent, nodded to each other, and once again, plunged into battle.


    The thrusting spear once again aimed at the ck saber. The spearhead contained fighting spirit, battle intent, and a steel-like will.


    Saber raised his great sword again, and thencer gripped his spear with both hands.


    Though it was night, it felt as refreshing and exhrating as basking in sunlight.


    The two rare heroic spirits shed once more, spear against sword.