Chapter 252 - You're dead!

Drako defended himself from the uninterrupted series of blows launched by Diarmuid, which was not at all easy. If it weren't for Touki, who increased his stats by 80%, Drako would have been impaled by the spear more than a dozen times by now.

Lancer wanted to hit Drako anyway, but he wasn't going to let himself be hit easily.

Having the precedent of the fight between Artoria and Diarmuid (which had not happened because of Drako's intervention), he knew he could not let Lancer's spear hit his armor. Since it was made up of magic, it was totally useless against Diarmuid's spear.

He was not going to make the same mistake as Artoria. She let Lancer hit the side of her armor, thinking that it was not enough to penetrate her armor, and strike back with her sword. Thus, Diarmuid managed to pierce Saber's armor with ease.

It seems that Diarmuid realized that this combat was getting nowhere, as Drako's defense was also impenetrable. He ceased his attacks and retreated.

"Yes, it seems that victory would not be won so easily..."

Musing, Lancer didn't seem too discouraged and spoke rather with a distracted voice.

Remarkably, this man enjoyed enormously to compete against a formidable enemy.

If Lancer's enemy were one who depended on his Noble Phantasm to win, Diarmuid would have an easy time defeating him. For example, Berserker, who depends on his ability to transform any weapon into Noble Phantasm, would not stand a chance against Lancer since these common weapons would lose their Noble Phantasm property the moment they made contact with Diarmuid's spear. And only Noble Phantasm can cause damage to Servants.

On the other hand, Drako had grown tired of defending himself.

"Get ready, Lancer."

Drako took up his position again. He prepared to deliver a lethal blow.

His strength was superior to Diarmuid's, so this was an opportunity to take. Even if he failed, Diarmuid would be limited to the attack he could land on Drako. Therefore, even if Drako failed to kill Diarmuid, Lancer could not kill him either.

With the sword behind his body, one leg in front and the other behind, Drako dismissed any sign of defense. Regardless of the defense, it was meant to deliver a lethal blow that would split the opponent from one shoulder to the other.

"That's courageous. Is it all or nothing?"

Drako only smiled as his intention to kill rose. The pressure he was creating at this moment could be felt all around him, and even the paved ground was slowly giving way.

Drako was going through everything in one move.

This was a move he had taken from Artoria. She would try the same thing in the original story. Still, there were several differences between what she did and what Drako was doing.

When Saber is struck by Diarmuid with his long spear, she removes her armor as she observes that it is useless against Diarmuid's Noble Phantasm. However, this leaves her exposed to the skills of Lancer's other Noble Phantasm, the short spear.

In other words, Drako had learned from Artoria's mistakes. Thus, he would not fail to kill Diarmuid.

Lancer understood this. Drako's next attack will render the range advantage of the long spear useless. If he fails to capture Drako's speed, he will face his end when he cuts him in half.

Calmly studying his opponent's footwork, Drako measured the times for his attack. Lancer was probably also estimating the speed of the attack. But he still has one more secret against that...

For a little while, just for a little while, Lancer's movements are weakened.

The asphalt turned into gravel created many obstacles to firm up the feet. Lancer's movements stagnate a little each time he puts strength into his legs.

Drako smiled, and didn't let it go.

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The heat emitted by the sword suffocated Irisviel, Artoria and Mordred, who were watching in the distance. Even Maia and Kiritsugu, together with Assassin and Lancer's Master felt the heat burning their bodies.

But the one who felt most the suffocating heat emitted by Drako's sword was Diarmuid. He knew that, if that sword managed to reach him, he would be reduced to ashes.

But that didn't scare him. He was an experienced warrior who was ready to die. After all, he had already died once.

Drako reached a speed he had not had before. It was too late for Diarmuid to dodge from the moment Drako had taken the first step. Even if he managed to cause Drako a serious injury, he was going to die.

Lancer did not move. Having already given up an ambush, the tip of the red spear did not retreat.

What moved in its place were his legs.

With an extremely focused mind, the flow of time, even shorter than an instant, stretches out and becomes slower.

Lancer's posture was not a mistake; this was the position he had chosen to ensure his victory. This was the very place where he had released his short spear, now hidden by the gravel of the pavement.

Drako saw it all the time: the menacing smile when he was sure of his victory. The gleam in his eyes had said more than his words. "I will attack through your recklessness..."

Instead of picking up the spear in his arm, Lancer kicked the gravel at his feet. It wasn't just gravel that was floating in the air. The short spear that Lancer released earlier, its tip appeared in the air with precision in Drako's direction. As in the long spear, the amulet wrapped around the entire length of the spear was already unwrapped and revealed the yellow metal beneath it.

If that was the art of the Spear of Lancer.

If that Servant was the Heroic Spirit known as the bearer of "the two demonic spears".

That's right, a Noble Phantasm- definitely aren't limited to one.

The tip of the short spear that Lancer had kicked was swirling with prana as sinister as that of the long red spear, threatening Drako. He was already predicting the moment when it would pierce Drako's heart while he could only charge forward, too late to stop...

But, what Diarmuid didn't expect was that Drako, instead of backing up or trying to dodge, would keep that provocative smile on his face as he advanced towards Diarmuid.

"Master!"

Mordred cried out in anguish when she saw the spear heading towards Drako's chest.

However, when the spear made contact with Drako's armor...

"What?!"

Diarmuid could only watch in shock as his weapon was repelled by Drako's armor. In desperation, he retreated as quickly as possible, trying to create a minimum distance from his opponent. But it was too late...

"You are dead!"

Drako shouted just before the end of Diarmuid's life.