Gazing at C Chulainn, who had finished his attack and twirled his gun a few tis before planting it on the ground, Spike glanced at his own abdon. Seeing that he seed to be unhard, Spike blinked his eyes.
"No effect...?" he muttered.
Observing Spike's apparent lack of injuries, C Chulainn blinked his eyes, finding it sowhat unbelievable. He had never encountered such a powerful canine before, capable of enduring his attack without any harm.
This couldn't be explained by re physical strength. This 'Schrdinger' Familiar must possess so sort of special ability, akin to damage reduction.
However, as C Chulainn pondered uncertainly, Spike's abdon suddenly split open.
Witnessing this, C Chulainn's face lit up with joy, thinking he had successfully bisected Spike's waist. "Did it work?!"
The split rapidly widened, and suddenly, the skin below Spike's waist unfolded like a pair of pants, revealing bare legs and a pair of blue-and-white striped boxers.
"?" C Chulainn lowered his gaze, observing Spike's blue-and-white boxers, and once again fell into deep contemplation.
Noticing C Chulainn's gaze, Spike felt a bit strange, wondering why C Chulainn was no longer fixated on his dog head but instead looked toward his lower body.
At that mont, Spike suddenly realized that his pants had sohow fallen off.
Awkwardly chuckling, Spike quickly grabbed his "leather pants" that had fallen to the ground and swiftly pulled them up, relieved to have them back on. He let out a sigh of relief.
Recalling that he had just taken off his pants in front of soone, Spike's face turned red.
Witnessing Spike's actions, C Chulainn's mouth involuntarily hung open. "What kind of monstrous creature are you?"
"Dog! I am a dog!" Spike raised his right hand, thumbs up, and pointed fiercely to his chest, his voice slightly hoarse.
"You can speak?!" C Chulainn was taken aback upon hearing Spike speak.
Initially surprised by how a dog could talk, C Chulainn quickly rationalized everything once he considered that this creature was the 'Schrdinger' Familiar.
Gathering his thoughts, C Chulainn took two steps back. After several unsuccessful close-quarter blade attacks, he gradually realized that defeating this dog in a lee battle would be futile.
In this situation, there was only one path left the use of a Noble Phantasm!
C Chulainn leaped backward, hands gripping the spear slanted downward. Crimson magical energy began to converge on the sturdy body of the spear.
"As the first fallen soul under my spear in this Holy Grail War, speak your na," C Chulainn declared, although he didn't understand why he needed to know the dog's na. Nevertheless, Spike truthfully revealed his na, saying, "Spike!"
"Spike, I rember it well. Now... face death, Spike!"
With those words, the magical energy coursing through C Chulainn reached its peak. Simultaneously, his visage contorted into a fierce and grotesque expression. Veins bulged on his forehead, his left eye widened fiercely while the other eye slightly flickered, and there were faint signs of his mouth about to split open.
Observing C Chulainn's complete transformation, Spike suddenly felt a tinge of fear. His left hand instinctively went into his mouth, biting down, and his footsteps began to retreat gradually. Step by step, his retreat accelerated, growing more agile.
He continued backing away until he reached a distance of two ters, where the dog leash around his neck, precisely two ters long, pulled him down to the ground, resulting in an undignified fall.
After getting back on his feet, Spike quickly planted both legs on the ground and fiercely tugged on the end of the dog leash fastened to the pillar, attempting to break it and make his escape easier.
However, the leash wasn't easily torn apart.
Despite Spike exerting all his strength, the leash remained unyielding, unmoved like an indifferent lover.
Beside him, C Chulainn gathered his strength and watched Spike's comical performance, a smirk forming on his lips. Seeing Spike so terrified, he felt reassured.
"Your heart will be mine!"
"Ge Bolg!!!
As soon as the words were uttered, C Chulainn gripped the spear with both hands, engulfed in crimson magical energy, and thrust it fiercely in Spike's direction!
His target... Spike's heart!
Facing C Chulainn's unstoppable determination, Spike's heart skipped a beat. "It's over. I'll et my end here."
With the realization that his dog life would co to an end, Spike involuntarily opened his mouth and closed his eyes, unwilling to witness the image of himself skewered like a kebab. He simply hoped to pass through the last few monts of his canine existence in blissful ignorance.
However, in C Chulainn's eyes, the image of Spike opening his dog mouth was interpreted as Spike attempting to resist his Noble Phantasm with his teeth. C Chulainn had heard his master ntion that this dog had actually bitten and damaged the Noble Phantasms of two other Servants. Unfortunately, C Chulainn wouldn't and couldn't give it a third chance to destroy a Servant's Noble Phantasm. If one were to ask why, it could only be attributed to C Chulainn's extre confidence in his own Noble Phantasm, confident that Spike didn't have the ability to bite his spear!
"Muda da!" Observing Spike's action of opening his dog mouth, C Chulainn, in the state of preparing to unleash his Noble Phantasm, smirked and confidently explained, "My spear is no ordinary weapon. It was crafted from the skull of the Beast of Billows Curruid, a spear that can reverse causality. In other words, it's as if the strike has already landed before it is even thrust!"
Hearing C Chulainn's words, Spike, who had been closing his eyes in fear, abruptly opened his dog eyes and looked at C Chulainn's approaching spear with a face full of excitent. While listening to C Chulainn's explanation, Spike's ears automatically filtered out the phrases "not an ordinary weapon" and "reverse causality," extracting only the key phrase "this is a bone"!
The mont he realized that the approaching object was made of bone, Spike, who was already feeling famished due to Bai Song skipping breakfast without taking him along, instantly began drooling, completely forgetting that it was a spear thrusting toward him.
In Spike's eyes, the object that C Chulainn was thrusting was not a spear at all; it was clearly a fragrant, appetizing bone! Thinking this, Spike decisively bit down with its dog mouth.
C Chulainn, seeing Spike not evading pointlessly but instead eting the dog mouth head-on, was about to mock him when he suddenly horrifyingly realized that his spear was actually firmly clamped by Spike's dog mouth, rendering him completely immobile!
"I said it's... im-possi-ble?"
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