"…Her!!!"
The four Masters from the Clock Tower covered their ears, shouting in pain.
Iskandar and Okada Izo, who had intended to charge onto the battlefield, heard "Hurry and stop her!" and immediately turned towards Lancelot. Medea raised her hand and waved forward, sending five Magic Bullets hurtling towards Lancelot.
However, before they had gone two steps, another "Her" echoed in their ears, causing the two Servants to slam on the brakes.
In English, the pronunciation of "He" and "She" is clearly different, unlike in Chinese where they sound the same.
Therefore, Lancelot, whose gender was male, was not the target the Masters were referring to.
Moreover, there was more than one "Her," it was plural. Without the Masters specifying who, they didn't know whom to attack.
Besides, people could stop, but the Magic Bullets couldn't.
Bang, bang, bang...
Five Magic Bullets caused Lancelot to stumble, but they didn't inflict any damage. Lancelot's E-Rank resistance to magic could slightly reduce the damage from magic, and the armor covering his entire body could also lessen some of the attack's impact.
Lancelot, amidst the battlefield, didn't bother to see where the attacks were coming from. After all... he was surrounded by enemies.
"Ayyy..."
Lancelot gathered himself and charged once more towards the surrounding Macedonian Soldiers.
Seeing that the Magic Bullets hadn't drawn Lancelot's attention to her, Medea didn't continue to focus on him. Instead, she turned her gaze towards her Master, waiting with the other two for his orders.
Pressing her palm against her ear, Lorelei closed her left eye and bared her teeth, saying, "Get rid of that noise-making fellow quickly."
The three Servants nodded in understanding and charged towards the noise maker with full force.
To be honest, they also found the noise incredibly annoying. So, when they learned the target was the source of the noise, they were immediately energized, excited, and buffed.
The closer they got to Elizabeth Bathory, the more piercing the noise became, like a dragon's roar mixed with thunder, vibrating the atmosphere. Visible sound waves spread outwards in rings.
"..."
Medea used High-Speed Divine Words to chant a spell. Her lips trembled, and a series of unintelligible tones followed, with streaks of light appearing on her body.
Medea was buffing herself.
Floating in the air, Medea's robe spread out to the sides, like an eagle spreading its wings.
Above her head, a complex magical circle appeared. Then, small magical circles began to appear around the large one, quickly increasing to forty or fifty.
The magical power fluctuations produced by dozens of prepared magic circles were terrifying.
As a Caster, Cú Chulainn's perception of magical energy was far keener than that of other Servants, so he was the first to detect the cluster of magic circles in the air.
"This is bad!"
The disparity between Cú Chulainn and Medea, also a Caster, was quite evident. However, even with the difference between them, interrupting a Caster's spellcasting was still possible.
Just as he was about to interfere with Medea's spell, Okada Izo dashed to Cú Chulainn's side, his sharp blade slashing towards Cú Chulainn's neck.
"Oh my~"
Cú Chulainn leaned back, the flash of white blade disappearing from his sight. Then, relying on his extensive experience, Cú Chulainn judged where his enemy was and used his staff as a spear, gripping it tightly and thrusting it to the right.
A glimmer of cold light arrived first, followed by the spear's thrust like a dragon emerging.
Okada Izo sidestepped the staff's thrust and slashed at Cú Chulainn again.
He flipped to the left, landing on the sand. After rolling twice, he got up and knelt on one knee, holding his staff out to block Okada Izo's pursuit.
Dodging the insidious attack aimed at the "joystick," Okada Izo held his left hand with the sword hanging at his side, while his right hand held the sword, lightly tapping his shoulder with the back of the blade, grinning.
"Your skills... don't match Caster! Where is there a Caster who can fight Assassin on equal footing?"
"Compared to the Caster class, I have a better affinity with the Lancer class," Cú Chulainn said helplessly. "Unfortunately, a little girl arrived before me, snatching the Lancer class."
"You're really unlucky..." Okada Izo sneered, then charged forward, rushing to Cú Chulainn's front, his eyes filled with killing intent, staring at Cú Chulainn.
The cold light of the twin swords flashed as they thrust forward, like the tusks of a wild boar. Once pierced, it would be a gaping hole.
Cú Chulainn held his staff horizontally, blocking the incoming sword tips.
Duang!
A dull thud echoed as Cú Chulainn was sent flying.
"You can even block that? Impressive, impressive!"
Okada Izo's face was lit with a bright smile as he pursued the retreating Cú Chulainn.
"Come to think of it, I'm really lucky! I have a great affinity with the Assassin Class!"
The blade cut through the air, producing a hissing sound that demonstrated its formidable power.
Each slash targeted the human body's vital points and locations that would cause severe injuries, showcasing Okada Izo's expertise in swordsmanship.
"Damn! Damn! This is bad!"
Cú Chulainn dodged while using his staff to employ spear techniques, combining them with spells for counterattacks, but he was only able to defend himself.
Currently, the two sides are evenly matched.
At the same time, on other battlefields…
Iskandar, using his mind in three ways, divided his forces into three parts, commanding three battlefields simultaneously.
One-third of the troops were used to encircle Okita Souji, with significant results.
Under the siege of over ten thousand soldiers, Okita Souji quickly returned to the Throne of Heroes.
Mainly because… her E-Rank Inherent Skill: Frail was activated during the fight, causing Okita Souji's various attributes to rapidly decrease, and she was eventually pierced through the torso by more than a dozen spears and died.
A truly miserable death!
One-third of the soldiers were used to encircle Kiyohime. Under the ravages of the Flame Dragon, the soldiers were rapidly decreasing, achieving little in the way of results.
But Iskandar didn't expect any results either; his only goal was to hold Kiyohime back temporarily.
The remaining one-third of the troops were intended to encircle Elizabeth Bathory... which was impossible.
Previously, Elizabeth Bathory was using her Noble Phantasm. Once ordinary soldiers entered the effective attack range, they would be instantly killed by the powerful sonic waves.
How could Iskandar possibly do such a futile thing?
Besides, the situation had changed by this point. Nearly a hundred magic arrays opened fire simultaneously, and Magic Bullets poured down like a torrential rain, all aimed at Elizabeth Bathory.
A-Rank Magic Resistance was considered the highest level of Magic Resistance among Servants, capable of nullifying even magic arrays and instant contract grand magic.
Mere Magic Bullets naturally couldn't harm Elizabeth Bathory. Although they couldn't harm her, they could stir up countless clouds of dust.
The power of each Magic Bullet not only had the destructive force comparable to a rifle bullet but could also explode upon impact with an object.
One volley of shots kicked up countless yellow clouds of sand, and then a spell conjured a raging wind, sending the sand swirling everywhere.
If Elizabeth Bathory opened her mouth, she'd be getting a mouthful of sand before she could even speak.
Although they couldn't defeat Elizabeth Bathory, they could temporarily seal her Noble Phantasm.
The remaining battlefield was focused on encircling the enemy Master.
The enemy Master discovered their intentions and, from somewhere, produced a Magic Carpet, riding it into the air to escape the army's encirclement.
Iskandar was temporarily occupied, unable to deal with the enemy Master floating in the sky on the Magic Carpet. He was busy leading Lancelot towards Kiyohime, letting him deal with the fire dragon.
The soldiers quickly retreated, leaving the battlefield to Lancelot and Kiyohime. The battle between the two Berserkers immediately entered a heated phase...
The fire dragon danced, and the black knight dashed across the battlefield like a phantom.
"Using a Noble Phantasm as a regular attack...isn't her Master's magical energy reserve a bit excessive?"
Iskandar stood in the chariot, his gaze shifting from the Berserker's battlefield to the enemy Master riding the Magic Carpet.
The Flying Hoof Thunder Bull, its hooves crackling with lightning, pulled the Chariot of the Gods across the sky with a thunderous roar, speeding towards the Demon Slayer Corps.
Seeing the attack, Kocho Shinobu immediately controlled the Magic Carpet and began to flee.
Medea, upon seeing this, abandoned Elizabeth Bathory and joined the pursuit of the enemy Master. The task of holding back Elizabeth Bathory was left to tens of thousands of soldiers.
Even using her Noble Phantasm to kill them, it would take Elizabeth Bathory a considerable amount of time to eliminate tens of thousands of soldiers.
The Servants of the Demon Slayer Corps were all being held back. Under the pursuit of two Servants, they didn't last long before they were finished.
Without a Master to supply magical energy, and lacking the skill 'Independent Action', a Servant would typically disappear within a few hours, returning to the Throne of Heroes.
If a Servant is in intense combat, the time they can remain in the present world will also be shortened.
Generally, when encountering this situation, when fighting a Servant who has lost their Master, the tactic employed is to stall for time.
However, the five members of the Demon Slayer Corps vanished into thin air, making Iskandar unable to confirm whether he had successfully killed them, so he didn't adopt the stalling tactic. Instead, he pressed forward with his army, coordinating with his Servant for a head-on assault.
Facing the enemy's raging attack, Cú Chulainn and the others' counterattacks were also exceptionally fierce.
Anyway, they were about to return to the Throne of Heroes, so they might as well take one down with them!
The outcome... would be decided in a short time.
At the same time, outside the Inherent Boundary.
In the wake of Artoria and Mordred's clash, a large swathe of cherry blossom trees had been destroyed.
Branches snapped by the fierce winds, trunks shattered by the shockwaves, and the roots of the remaining stumps, a third or less of their original size, clung tightly to the earth, unwilling to let go.
In the soil, which had been plowed over countless times, lay remnants of grass and petals, adding a touch of color to the otherwise monotonous landscape.
After another clash of blades, Artoria and Mordred separated once more, facing each other from several meters apart.
Suddenly, Artoria was startled as her contract with her Master was severed.
"A chance!"
Mordred, whose gaze had never left Artoria, noticed her lapse in concentration and swiftly reacted.
Using a Noble Phantasm might secure a one-hit kill, but it would require a second or two of preparation. Unleashing the true name of a Noble Phantasm would cause such a commotion that it would surely alert Artoria.
Therefore, Mordred didn't use her Noble Phantasm, instead charging towards Artoria and bringing her greatsword down towards her forehead.
As for why the forehead, it was naturally because Artoria didn't wear any armor on her head.
Sensing the impending danger, Artoria immediately came to her senses, raised her Invisible Sword, and blocked the descending sword of the king, before following up with a kick from her left leg.
Having learned a few lessons the hard way, Mordred had already become more cautious, immediately leaping back several times to put distance between herself and Artoria, watching her warily.
Artoria didn't pursue, either. Holding the Invisible Sword with both hands, her gaze locked onto Mordred, but her mind was elsewhere.
Servants and Masters were connected by a contract, and when that contract disappeared, it meant that either the Servant or the Master had withdrawn.
"Master..."
Artoria murmured softly. Even without a Master providing magical energy, Artoria herself had a vast reserve, allowing her to remain in the world longer than most Servants.
Able to fight at full strength for a longer time.
"Even if I have to return to the Throne of Heroes, I will do so after dealing with Mordred."
Artoria's gaze sharpened, her killing intent growing.
Being stared at with such murderous intent by her father, Mordred's body stiffened for a moment.
"Mordred!!!"
Artoria roared, launching a murderous charge toward Mordred.
"Ar—thur!!!"
Mordred roared as well, sword in hand, charging towards Artoria.
Swords clashed, and the fierce wind swept outwards, kicking up a layer of dust and sand.
The two had been locked in a fierce battle for quite some time, yet neither had managed to gain the upper hand.
Mordred's configuration could be said to be a downgraded version of Artoria's. Although there was a gap between them, it wasn't a huge one.
Therefore, it wouldn't be easy to decide the victor quickly. Even though Artoria had been consistently in the advantageous position, it would still take some time.
And as time passed, Iskandar and the other Servants, having defeated their opposing Servants, returned to the present world after the Inherent Boundary was lifted.
The number of enemies had surged!
Artoria's expression immediately darkened. Her gaze swept over the seven figures not far away: four Masters, Iskandar, Lancelot, and Medea.
There was only one person missing!
Artoria decided to unleash Excalibur as her final strike.
The golden, dazzling holy sword reappeared, with countless rays of light converging into a torrent that surged forward.
The group, who had just exited the Reality Marble, were once again pulled back into it.
Meanwhile, within the city ruins.
The Assassin's creed was to retreat a thousand miles if a single strike failed.
Therefore, Karna, having missed his strike, immediately decided to retreat. He rode the Achilles-class express war chariot and, in the blink of an eye, was a thousand miles away.
By the time the three members of the Round Table Knights group ran into the ruins, Karna and Achilles had already vanished.
Another surprise attack team, upon seeing Karna's commotion, made an immediate decision to leave without wasting a second.
If the other side succeeded in their sneak attack, then they wouldn't have to do anything. If the sneak attack failed, then it would definitely attract a bunch of Servants. Not running away meant staying to enjoy a Servant beatdown?
Therefore, the three Round Table Knights spent the entire time running around, constantly circling the ruins of the town outside the cherry blossom forest.
When the Holy Sword displayed its radiance, all three looked towards the place overflowing with light.
"King~"
The three of them were stunned for a few seconds before running towards that direction.
Inside the barrier...
The ground suddenly trembled.
"An earthquake?"
Shirou Emiya held a glass of wine, his face full of doubt.
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