Shinji Matou at Your Service

With a slight sound, countless cracks appeared on the indestructible golden armor, and it quickly peeled off from Karna's body.

Blood seeped through the gaps in the armor, and from Karna's expression, one could vaguely see the pain he was enduring.

However, what drew the two people's attention even more was the spear he held.

Its divine and luxurious appearance made it seem like the spear he had been using earlier was just a toy.

One would think that only by forging it with the roaring thunder could such a divine weapon be created—its majestic presence naturally elicited such a response.

"The spear that slays gods, acquired at the cost of the golden armor"—

Around Karna, flames twisted incessantly like countless serpents. This was a power that sacrificed oneself, a true one-hit kill that disregarded one's own life.

"Do you have any last wishes?"

"Yes, I owe Black Assassin a favor. If I am defeated, please take my sword and armor to him."

Although Shinji and Siegfried didn't usually communicate much, and Shinji often mocked Gordes, Siegfried knew that his Master's humility and the starting point of abandoning his arrogance was due to Shinji.

Without his series of blows, Gordes might still be the arrogant, self-important fat man, not the current Maser who, despite his harsh words, was trustworthy enough to entrust one's back to.

Siegfried had always remembered this kindness and wanted to repay it. After witnessing the red and blue battle in the sky, he found his answer.

"I want to promise you, but I don't think your sword and armor can withstand this strike," Karna calmly stated.

"The battle isn't over until the last moment; no one knows the result."

"Alright, I promise you," Karna said, slowly raising the blood-stained spear with both hands.

"Are you ready?"

Siegfried took one last look at his Master and nodded calmly, "I'm ready."

"Saber..."

Gordes trembled all over, recognizing the meaning in Siegfried's eyes.

Even an outsider like him could see that the spear was against the rules; not even the sword that slays dragons and the dragon armor could withstand it.

Could it kill him? No, it would definitely kill him. That spear was a weapon capable of slaying gods.

But despite this, he did not hesitate, nor did Gordes think of stopping him.

Overwhelming dignity and high spirits far surpassed his instincts, supporting his body.

At this moment, death suddenly seemed not so terrifying. It wasn't self-destructive or blindly arrogant, but quietly facing the facts, silently supporting this top-tier hero, an existence far beyond his reach.

This was admiration, and also a form of atonement, an atonement for his foolish past self.

But—

But—

But—

More than fearing death, he didn't want to lose, didn't want him to lose, didn't want this hero's flawless record to be tarnished.

Wasn't this why he didn't leave with the five previous Masters, why he endured the trembling to return here, why he had kept the Command Seals until now? Even when his internal magical energy was nearly depleted and he began burning his life force, he hadn't used them?

Then, what he needed to do was clear. No hesitation, no more reservations, he loudly shouted his inner thoughts:

"I command you with a Command Seal, Siegfried, you must win!"

"I command you with the Command Seal, Siegfried, you must win!"

"As the Second Black, with the Command Seal—no, I, Gordes Musik Yggdmillennia, as your Master, command you, Black Saber, my Servant Siegfried, you must achieve victory!"

His hoarse shout, pouring all remaining magical energy into a desperate gamble, and the wholehearted support that disregarded life and death.

Gordes bet everything on Siegfried, entrusting him without hesitation.

The flow of magic and the extraction of life force made the middle-aged man, whose physical condition was already poor, feel dizzy and weak. Nevertheless, he remained standing, eyes wide open to witness this battle.

"Following your command, Master!"

Feeling the explosive power within, sensing Gordes' resolve to bet everything, and the unprecedentedly firm bond between Master and Servant, the usually stern-faced swordsman became utterly invigorated and let out a roar!

This bond between Master and Servant made Karna again sigh, "You truly have a great Master."

"Yes, my Master is the best—let's go!"

With a roar, Siegfried gathered all his strength and shouted.

With this as the signal, both began to move.

"Siegfried, the Knight of the Netherlands!"

Strengthened by the three Command Seals, Siegfried swung his phantasmal greatsword.

The immense magical power was as vast as the ocean and highly condensed like a diamond.

"Karna, the son of the Sun God Surya!"

Karna, his entire body dyed crimson, also swung his divine spear.

The spear's power could no longer be measured by its sheer force; it directly acted upon the concept.

Anything that existed in this world, no matter how immense or even spiritual entities that rejected physical contact, would meet the same end.

That spear could burn the very concept of existence to ashes, with no mercy.

Two heroic figures from their respective myths, standing at the apex, took a step towards each other, beginning their charge.

"The evil dragon shall fall,

And the world will reach its sunset."

...

Their movements were like a tempest.

"Feel the mercy of the King of Gods,

You will be destroyed with this one strike...

Watch, Indra!"

...

The supreme Noble Phantasms, surpassing all limits, were about to bloom in radiant splendor!

"I will bring you down-- Balmung!!!"

"I will burn it all! Vasavi Shakti!!!"

Boom!

The collision of these immense energies caused the space to erupt into a storm. The violent shockwaves, which even disrupted spatial expansion spells, made it impossible for Gordes to stand. He could only lie flat on the ground, even prepared for death.

Even from such a distance, one could feel that in the fierce clash of the two Servants, Karna had the upper hand.

Although Siegfried was enhanced by three Command Seals, his most powerful phantasmal greatsword was no match for the spear of annihilation that could slay gods.

The thunder around the divine spear pierced the dusk-colored laser like sharp needles.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Four seconds.

Five seconds.

Although the speed wasn't fast, the air was being torn apart. Soon, Siegfried's body would be pierced by the divine spear.

Is it still not enough?

Lying on the ground, Gordes unconsciously shed tears. He wanted to help Siegfried, but he had exhausted all his strength. He couldn't even move; he could only pray.

"You must win."

"You must win."

"You must win."

"You, you are the strongest!!!"

However, the spear that Karna had exchanged his life for did not waver due to this small prayer. The dusk light, riddled with holes, was finally torn apart, crushed, and completely devoured by the rampaging thunder.

"Siegfried!!!"

"Don't worry, Master. I won't lose. Please believe in me."

Amidst the thunder of annihilation, Siegfried's voice remained firm.