Chapter 1157 1157 ‘Happy Future’

"Lower your altitude and get closer."

"Wait--Kobayashi, wait."

Feeling an indescribable chill on his back, Lieutenant Ōgi reflexively stopped his wingman. However, Lieutenant Kobayashi's F15 had already completed a series of actions from slow rotation to descent.

"Come back quickly, Diablo II!"

"If you get closer and observe, you will know that--"

At this moment, the two fighters were no longer bystanders.

The opponent was not a modern weapon like anti-aircraft guns or anti-aircraft missiles, so Lieutenant Kobayashi could not estimate the enemy's attack range. The tentacles that could be instantly extended and retracted within a hundred meters were too late to even think.

After the joystick suddenly failed, he could not understand what abnormality had occurred to him. The fighter plane seemed to hit an invisible wall, circling and falling, and the violent vibration made it difficult for him to even scream.

Although it was such a way of death, in a sense, compared with Lieutenant Ōgi who witnessed everything, it was also a lucky end.

Several thick nets stretched out from the surface of the meat on the river, entangled Diablo II, and forcibly pulled the body down without paying attention to the propulsion of the engine. This scene can only be described as a nightmare.

The body did not explode after colliding with the meat. The F15, which was rolled into scrap metal, was deeply trapped in the huge protoplasm and swallowed up without a trace.

"Kobayashi--!"

In the brain of Lieutenant Ōgi, who witnessed everything, there was only a perception that went against common sense beyond the limit of thinking or understanding.

Ah, that--was swallowed up.

"Command center calling Diablo I. What happened? Please report immediately!"

"Eyes, eyes, many eyes..."

Although separated by thick fog, Lieutenant Ōgi still clearly saw the wart-like eyes that appeared from the surface of the meat, opened at the same time, and stared at the prey in the sky.

Even in the sealed cockpit, Lieutenant Ōgi could feel that kind of "sight".

That was the fact. That thing was extremely hungry. After swallowing DiabloⅡ, he aimed at the next prey and stared at it...

"——DiabloⅠ, the battle begins!"

"Wait, wait, Yangmu, what on earth——"

He forcibly turned off the noisy communicator and released the safety of all weapons. Four rounds of AIM7 Sparrow, four rounds of AIM Sidewinder, 940 rounds of M61 Vulcan Cannon, in good condition.

Kill the opponent before being swallowed.

Yangmu, who had lost his normal thinking ability, grinned wildly. He was holding the joystick of the world's strongest fighter F15, and he was the real god of death.

To avenge Xiaolin... knock down the monster and burn it into charcoal.

He turned the nose of the plane and locked the target with the HUD sight. The enemy is so huge that he will never miss. Saturation attack. All bullets are fired at the enemy——

The violent vibration shook the body.

Right behind——Yangmu's combat instinct that reached the limit told him so. However, the sudden turn back, judging from the result, dealt a final blow to his half-broken sanity——

On the other side of the cockpit cover, on the back of the machine exposed to the subsonic air convection, a dark figure suddenly appeared. He wore a helmet, and his glowing eyes radiated fire. His eyes were filled with endless hatred and madness, staring into the cockpit.

In the closed steel coffin that cut off unlimited communication, Captain Ōgi shouted his last desperate cry. However, no one could hear it.

“Is that…?”

Tousaka Tokiomi saw the fighter flying at high speed in the air with his magic-enhanced vision.

The dark figure wearing lead-colored Titan armor that suddenly appeared on the back of the machine…only Berserker could do such a thing. From the outside, it was the Berserker mentioned in Kirei’s report.

The black color on the armor, like ink, eroded the fighter’s shell bit by bit.

It was the special ability of Berserker, who had once seized Archer's Noble Phantasm and could transform scrap metal into magic swords and magic spears. For him who could control everything, does the concept of ordinary "weapons" still apply?

The black magic power once again eroded, and the sonic silver wing, the highest crystallization of modern science, instantly transformed into a different shape.

"————————!"

Berserker, who had completely controlled the 20-meter-long machine, grabbed its back like a legendary dragon knight, and roared with resentment throughout the night sky.

Tokiomi had already heard Kirei's advice on who Berserker and his Master should attack first.

In an instant, the steel raptor, which had been completely eroded by the pitch-black magic power, turned its nose and rushed towards Archer's floating Huizhou.

"Haha, is it that mad dog again? ... Interesting."

Unlike the first battle in the warehouse street, Archer smiled evilly and welcomed Berserker's challenge. Tokiomi had no idea what had happened to the King of Heroes' state of mind, and he didn't want to speculate.

No matter what, Tokiomi had been determined to defeat the enemy himself. Because he had some personal grudges against him. He didn't mind doing it himself.

Tokiomi looked around the ship, the highest point nearby, the closest place where he could monitor Tokiomi and his team - in the high-rise villa that was locked, the opponent appeared.

The man stood there, not trying to hide.

The left half of his face was twisted and stiffened by pain, like a zombie, and his right eye, burning with hatred, was like a demon.

His eyes crossed with Tokiomi, declaring war silently.

"My king, I will be the opponent of the Master."

"Okay, I'll let you play with me."

Huizhou glided in the air and brought Tokiomi to the top of the target. It was about 80 meters away from the landing point. For a magician, this distance was not a big deal.

"Well, good luck then."

Tokiomi picked up the civilization staff, adjusted the corners of his clothes, and jumped down from the air without fear.

Archer, who stayed on Huizhou, stared at the approaching steel fighter with his eyes burning with murderous fire again.

"A lowly dog ​​who is only worthy of lying on the ground actually wants to rush into the sky where the king soars... You are so self-righteous. Bastard!"

Release the "Treasure of the King" and project a six-hit combo of the treasure. The spear and sword flashed with dazzling light, dragging light and shadow like a meteor to meet Berserker.

The twin turbo engines, which received magic power, roared like a strange bird. The black F15 doubled its relative speed with the jet force and rushed out of the barrage of Noble Phantasms.

However, Archer's Noble Phantasms were not the kind that would lose their effectiveness once they were avoided. Three of the six pieces - the axe, sickle, and scimitar - immediately rotated and changed direction, approaching the tail of the F15.

When it was about to hit, the black F15 flapped its auxiliary wings and tail wing like a living creature, dodging the sharp edge of Archer's Noble Phantasm with an evasive action that was impossible in aerodynamics. Repeating the violent horizontal rotation twice and three times, the pursuit of all Noble Phantasms was scattered in the air.

While avoiding all attacks, the F15 forced its nose to Archer with an Immelman turn, and flames spewed out from the rocket launchers on the left and right wings. The two Sparrow missiles fired attacked Archer's Vimana as a return gift. (Note: Immelman Turn: Immelman Turn is eleven high-thrust, vertical reversals. First, a low-thrust fighter raises its nose, rolls 180 degrees, rises to a very high altitude, then reverses again, and finally flies in the opposite direction. High thrust can expand the maneuvering range by vertically climbing, performing aileron rolls during vertical climbs, and then completing a 180-degree roll. Immelman Turns cause the aircraft to make a 90-degree turn in the horizontal direction and move vertically.)

Even in a battle where ordinary weapons are ineffective, it is a different story as long as the weapons are corroded by Berserker. Twenty-six pounds of explosives with the magic of hatred, each shot has devastating power.

"I don't know the depth..."

Archer smiled contemptuously and put his hand on the steering wheel of Vimana. After that, the light ship that suddenly accelerated avoided the attack of the missile with an elegant movement that could not be matched by the fighter forcibly controlled by Berserker. The flying treasure soared through the sky at a speed described in epic poetry, and its movements had already surpassed the laws of physics.

"——————————!!"

The mad black knight roared. As if in response to his vicious roar, the canard wings of the second Sparrow Missile suddenly twisted and turned, and once again pounced on Vimana, who had avoided the attack. Originally just an electronically guided missile guided by radar waves, it now turned into a magic device that tracked Berserker's hated object like a hound.

However, Archer sneered at the threat of another attack, and he unfolded the "King's Treasure". He took out two shields and stood in the air, shooting down the spell-like missiles. In the ship shaking with the airflow of the explosion, the red eyes of the King of Heroes gradually became fanatical.

"Interesting... I haven't played like this for a long time. A mere beast actually made me so happy!"

Archer laughed loudly and let Vimana rise rapidly. Berserker's F15 also followed closely behind. The two broke through the sonic barrier and rushed into the sea of ​​clouds at night, starting a fierce life-and-death battle.

The thick fog of the night enveloped the cold air, and Tōsaka Tokiomi fell from the sky.

He descended by self-discipline with the help of gravity operation and airflow control. It was not a difficult task for a skilled magician, or rather, the degree of proficiency was divided by the elegance of his posture.

He maintained a completely vertical straight track and landed lightly like a feather. His clothes and hairstyle were not messy at all - seeing Tokiomi's exemplary skill, ordinary magicians would definitely express their sincere admiration.

However, Matou Kariya had become an alien. He had no respect or admiration for magic in his heart.

Awe turned into hatred, and envy turned into anger. For Kariya, whose body was distorted and extremely ugly, Tokiomi's elegance and splendor should be cursed.

"You guys - you are like this at all times."

His words, his behavior, that kind of noble temperament. Since the day he appeared in front of Aoi and Kariya, this man has been "perfect". That kind of elegance and calmness has always made Kariya feel "disappointed".

However, this is only limited to tonight.

The elegance that this man valued the most was nothing on a battlefield of bloodshed. The family motto that made the Tōsaka family proud must be trampled and crushed here...

Kariya mercilessly injected all his magic power into the Berserker who had already started fighting. The severe pain caused by the madness of the crest worms in his body was like a file scraping his hands and feet, piercing into his bones, and he almost fainted.

However, this kind of pain was nothing compared to the hatred that bit into Kariya's heart.

The sharp look in Tokiomi Tokiomi's narrowed eyes showed his calmness before the battle, provoking Kariya.

"You gave up the path of magic, but you are still obsessed with the Holy Grail, and you still come back like this... Your ugly appearance is enough to bring shame to the entire Matou family."

Kariya replied with a mocking tone, and the sound coming out of his mouth sounded like the chirping of insects even to him.

"Tosaka Tokiomi, I just want to ask you one thing...why did you entrust Sakura to Zouken?"

"……What?"

Tokiomi frowned at the unexpected question.

"Is this something you should be concerned about now?"

"Answer me, Tokiomi!"

Tokiomi sighed and said to the excited Kariya.

"——It should be clear without asking. I just hope that my beloved daughter can have a happy future."

"What?"

After receiving an incomprehensible answer, Kariya's brain temporarily went blank. When Kariya was stunned, Tokiomi said calmly.

"Any magician who gets twins will have trouble - the secret can only be passed on to one of them. It's a dilemma that no matter what, one of the children will fall into mediocrity."

mediocre--

These words echoed in Kariya's blank mind. Sakura lost her smile, and the sight of her playing with Rin and Aoi... Tokiomi's words were mixed into his small happy memories.

The look of the mother and daughter long ago - did this man give up with just the word "mediocre"?

"Especially my wife, as a mother, she is very good. Both Rin and Sakura were born with the same rare talent. The two daughters must be protected by famous demonic families.

Taking away the potential of the other for the sake of the future of one - as a father, no one would want such a tragedy to happen. "

Kariya couldn't understand the reasons Tokiomi kept spouting out - no, he didn't want to understand. He thought he would throw up on the spot even if he understood only a small part of the magician's theory.

"In order to continue the talents of the two sisters, we can only give one of them as an adopted daughter. Therefore, Matou's request is undoubtedly a gift from God. As a family that knows the existence of the Holy Grail, the higher the possibility of reaching the 'source'. Even if If I can't finish it, there will be Rin. If Rin can't finish it, there will be Sakura. There will always be someone who will carry out the Tosaka family's long-cherished wish."

Why could he tell such a desperate fact calmly?

At the same time, if we aim for the path of "roots", this means——

"...fighting each other? Between two sisters?!"

Facing Kariya's questioning, Tokiomi laughed out loud and nodded with a cold expression.

"Even if it leads to such a situation, it will be happiness for the descendants of our clan. If you win, the glory will belong to you. Even if you fail, the glory will go to the name of your ancestors. Such a showdown without worries is what we dream of."

"You guy - you've gone crazy!"

Facing Kariya who was gritting his teeth, Tokiomi just gave him a cold glance and shouted mockingly.

"It's useless to tell you. You don't understand the nobility of the devil at all, and you have been a deviant." ()