Fate:Trained By God Slayer and Witch

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The undead opened its massive claws and swung its body, slamming a claw down towards Artoria.

"Be careful."

Seeing the undead's attention completely drawn to Artoria, Asher whispered a reminder, then darted into the bushes to the side, looking for a suitable position to attack.

As the undead's massive claw slammed down, Artoria raised the longsword in her hand to block the blow. Her right foot stepped forward, and a flame suddenly lit up on the longsword, dispelling the surrounding darkness.

This was the power of Rune words, now used as an enchantment on the sword. She raised the fire-lit longsword and slashed down.

The undead let out a piercing sound like fingernails scraping a blackboard, and its other claw slammed down towards Artoria. In that instant, an ice wall appeared in front of her, blocking the blow.

Also Rune words. The power of these runes was truly too mysterious and powerful. Artoria had only practiced for less than three months, and yet, it already had a significant effect in actual combat.

At the same time, Asher was secretly observing the battle on Artoria's side. He was looking for a suitable opportunity, but unfortunately, there was no opportunity at all...

Although this undead's attention was completely drawn to Artoria, it was actually constantly aware of its surroundings. This was fully confirmed by its semi-transparent eyeballs that were constantly turning in all directions.

It seems like I won't even need to help. She's almost winning?

Asher suddenly realized this fact.

Artoria's combat power was far higher than he had imagined. Relying on Rune words, her innate Red Dragon body, and her superb swordsmanship, she was actually pushing this huge undead into a complete retreat.

No... it wasn't retreating...

Asher stared intently at the huge undead. Although it seemed to be constantly backing away, it was actually effortlessly blocking Artoria's attacks, almost never letting her sword hit it.

Until finally, after backing away a certain distance, the undead suddenly raised its claws and slammed a palm forward.

A sharp blade emitting light attacked Artoria from the ground. She held her longsword in front of her, but the heavy blow still pushed her back several meters.

And in that instant, the undead raised its huge skeletal hand and slammed it on the ground again.

Two more sharp blades attacked Artoria from mid-air. She raised her longsword to block, but another blade still grazed her shoulder, and a streak of scarlet blood splattered, particularly conspicuous in the firelight.

But that wasn't the end. The undead raised its hand, about to slam down a third sharp blade, but at this moment, a voice suddenly came from behind it.

"Over here!"

The moment it turned its head, that reckless human was already sprinting towards it, his movements looking extremely ridiculous, as if he were simply courting death.

The undead raised its massive claws and fiercely stabbed towards Asher.

Artoria's eyes widened sharply. As the huge claw pierced Asher's heart, she felt her brain buzz and go blank.

"Asher!"

However, no blood splattered from Asher's body as she had imagined. The undead's huge sharp claws actually passed right through Asher!

"Die!"

At this moment, a voice rang out not far away. Immediately afterward, in Artoria's sight, a long spear shot straight towards the undead's body.

Whoosh!

The pleasant sound of a weapon rang out, piercing the undead's body.

After swaying a few times, the undead didn't fall down. Instead, after letting out a piercing shriek, it raised its right claw and slammed it towards Asher. Asher drew the longsword hanging at his waist and blocked the blow.

Although he blocked the heavy blow, it still made Asher's arm go numb. Seeing the undead raise its other claw, Asher's pupils suddenly lit up for a moment.

Combat power overload was activated in an instant. His numb arm regained strength in a split second, and ice spikes from Rune words spread out from the ground, stabbing into the raised claw of the undead.

After blocking the undead's attack, Asher drew out the long spear, pushed off the ground with his feet, and leaped onto the undead's head, raising the long spear again and fiercely stabbing it down into its head.

This time, the undead let out a wail. With a loud crash, it finally succumbed to the heavy blow and fell to the ground.

Asher jumped backward in time, still panting heavily.

It would have been funny if he had been crushed to death after defeating the undead.

He had almost no stamina left, and both of the abilities Morgan had taught him consumed a lot of magic power, especially the Word Spirit with the concept of death. The stronger the enemy, the greater the magic power it consumed. He hadn't dared to hold back just now and had almost drained all the magic power in his body.

"Are you alright? Also, what was that just now?" Artoria walked quickly towards Asher, supporting him on his shoulder, a look of worry in her eyes.

"Using an illusion to attract the enemy's attention, plus the red spear with the concept of death attached, and its own destructive power. If it still wasn't dead in this situation, we could have gone to the underworld to reunite."

"When did you learn that ability?" A look of doubt appeared in Artoria's eyes. "I've never seen you use it in battle before."

"That's an ability that's only used in real combat. That kind of thing is too dangerous for ordinary sparring..." Asher paused slightly as he said this.

He suddenly understood why Morgan had brought him out for training.

Scáthach's training had always been strict, but strict as it was, it was never truly a tempering between life and death, and it was completely different from now.

Only in this kind of environment would he think about how to defeat the enemy.

"Being able to create your own image, and that spear carrying some kind of death aura..." Artoria murmured to herself, "I feel like you're much stronger than before."

"Yeah, I think so too," Asher nodded, "But that's not what we should be thinking about now. Before we chat, we need to find a place to hide. Who knows if some other strange demonic creature will attack us later."

He had figured it out. From the moment Morgan brought them to this vast forest, the training had actually already begun.

Artoria nodded, looked at Asher again, and squatted down.

"Get on."

Asher: "???"

"You probably don't have any stamina left, I'll carry you."

"Have our roles been reversed?" Asher retorted, then shut his mouth awkwardly when he saw Artoria's stubborn gaze.

"Sorry for the trouble."

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