Chapter 196
"Judging from the current situation, that Sun God should be on the Black Faction, right?" Perhaps reading Atalanta's thoughts from her eyes, Achilles continued, "Oh dear, this is a huge problem. What's the point of someone of his caliber participating in the Holy Grail War!"
Achilles' words reflected the thoughts of many Servant knew of the appearance of someone of this caliber. He was already at the Supreme Being of a pantheon; was it really necessary for him to participate in such Ritual? However, such questions could only be asked in person, or perhaps... there was no need; his mere presence spoke volumes.
As the two were talking, Sparta was confronted by the elite combat Artificial Lifeform of the Yggdmillennia race, and a huge Bronze Golem so large that he himself had to look up at it. There were more than a hundred of them, but in the end they were just grunts and no match for Sparta.
It was a one-sided 'slaughter' of Sparta and his companions. The Artificial Lifeform 'Battleaxe pierced the Berserker's shoulders, and the Golem' fists pounded into his face. Yet, Sparta maintained his smile, even appearing to be smiling more broadly.
Basically, it didn't dodge the attacks at all, which even puzzled the Artificial Lifeform and Golem, causing them to subconsciously stop attacking.
"You pathetic puppet created by the oppressor, sleep peacefully under the Sun's gaze and my sword."
With a casual swing of his sword, Sparta destroyed numerous Magecraft enhanced weapons.
They could have used ruthless 'abuse' to intimidate, but instead, they chose to eliminate them directly.
"... Is he crying?"
"That's a laugh."
Atalanta and Achilles looked at each other, their opinions differing for some reason.
"Let's not talk about that anymore. Speaking of which, his strength seems to have changed a lot... he's become stronger, ever since that Sun God appeared..."
Could it be that Deity from other lands bestow blessings upon humans who do not belong to them?
"Not quite sure." As she spoke, Atalanta twitched her nose unhappily; the smell of metal and machine oil seemed unbearably foul to her, who was more like an animal. "We've been discovered. The Black Faction's Servant are heading this way... Let's move. I'll retreat first and then support you and Sparta."
She immediately retreated after speaking, disappearing into the darkness of the Forest. After all, she was a top-notch Hunters, and becoming one with the Forest was not difficult for her.
"Alright, let me see what you're all about—"
Achilles then frowned slightly, because there were five shadows that appeared, in other words, the Black Faction had deployed five Servant to deal with the three of them.
But only two appeared before us.
"Hey, hey, hey, so many people came and you only sent two? That's really underestimating us."
"... Ah, what a powerful aura! That's why I was summoned here. Well, there's nothing I can do about it. Alright, I guess I'll have to do it!"
"It really is you, Achilles."
Two Servant appeared: one was Astolfo, a Black Faction Rider, and the other Chiron, a Black Faction Archer and the Teacher of many Greece heroes.
"It's you, Teacher... I see. So, we're enemies now..."
Chiron nodded slightly, and Afu agreed.
"Looks like I have to get serious."
Achilles remained relaxed with a smile on his face, but in reality, when he learned that his Teacher had appeared as an enemy, he decided to use his full strength from the very beginning. After all, that was his Teacher, and he couldn't afford to be careless in the slightest.
The Forest was vast, filled with tall trees that made it difficult to wield weapons. The gradually freezing air was all too familiar.
An explosion is imminent, as if time has stopped.
However, just as the three were about to begin their battle, a tremendous wave of light erupted on the other side of the Sparta battlefield, causing even the three of them to lose their footing for a moment.
Meanwhile, earlier, Spark was facing off against Frankenstein, the Black Faction Berserker, and Avisbro, the Black Faction Warlock.
"Your Excellency Fran, please take good care of yourself."
Fran nodded silently to the Caster had been so kind to her. She really wanted to thank him, but for some reason, she was still in the initial stage of her birth, so she could only make "ah ah" sounds. Therefore, the somewhat displeased Homunculus decided to express her opinion by shaking her head and nodding.
By the way, is that Grandpa? He looks like him, but Grandpa doesn't seem that young, nor does he look that powerful...
Just as Fran was silently pondering this, Spartacus appeared, having knocked the tree away.
"Alright, Suppressors, the time has come for you to be scattered!" Spartacus, smiling, looked at Fran, who was wielding a giant hammer. It was as if his Mad Enhancement in an instant. He asked softly, "Are you here to stop me too?"
Fran didn't understand what he meant, but thinking that he had been summoned, which meant he had been entrusted with a task, he had to complete it, so he nodded.
"Is that so?" Sparta's sword flashed, pointing at the Caster beside him, his laughter returning in a maniacal rage. "You Pride servant of the oppressor, you have no right to trample on me! I will kill you!"
He charged at the Caster while laughing, his movements surprisingly agile, like a wild Wild Boar the size of a Brown Bear charging out of control. He attacked from above, his Berserker strike enough to crush the Caster's body, but he easily dodged it.
"Thank you for your help, Lord Fran. I will assist you."
As Avicebron's words fell, Fran stepped in front of Spartacus and fought back with his greatsword, but he was quickly thrown to the ground by Sparta. However, he was then stopped by a gathering of Golem and the assistance of Caster.
As Spartacus fought Fran with his Greatsword, he felt himself falling. The ground he was supposed to be standing on disappeared, making him momentarily forget that he should be swinging his sword downwards, but he didn't pay any attention to it.
Meanwhile, Golem weighing over a ton pressed down on Sparta's arm, attempting to immobilize him, but he swung his arm wildly like a child and knocked it away. The Golem's upper body was shattered by a single punch, but the Golem's advantage was that even with its head crushed, it could still move freely until its functions completely ceased.
They covered Spartacus with the same uniformity as ants catching their prey, but their prey was neither powerless little animals nor green caterpillars, because no matter how the ants gnawed, the Giants could not stop.
Spartacus wouldn't stop; despite his lower body being atomized, he continued forward, confronting Fran head-on.
The rebel was covered in Golem, as if he had swelled up twice his size. Clad in armor made of rock, Bronze, and iron, he continued to advance.
Forward, forward, only forward—this is the Berserker Spartacus, who, though utterly irrational, is not a delusional fool.
Through their nose, skin, ears, eyes, and tongue, Sparta knew that the oppressor was ahead.
The rebels pressed forward, tearing away the layers of Golem covering them, and indeed they saw—
The Black Faction Lancer standing at the front, Vlad III, the Piercing Grand Duchess of Romania.
"Ooh ooh, ooh ooh... ooh..."
The Sparta stretched out their hands in delight.
Just a little bit more, just a little bit more and this hand will grasp the oppressor; just a little bit more, just a little bit more and the oppressor will truly feel the pain of himself and countless other miserable people.
Undeterred by the Golem's weight, the man raised his sword high, a sharp stake striking his arm. Though he felt no pain, the stake still halted his movement.
"You are not a dreamer, but a fantasist. Have you ever dreamed of an equal world? For the first time, I want to pay tribute to the existence of rebels. And, it is truly a pity for you—"
With a snap of his fingers, Vlad III summoned the Caster beside him.
"I will reverse your betrayal, Sparta, whose master shall now be—"
"Hahahaha, O Sun! Let the oppressors know the pain we suffer! The strong must never be allowed to trample on the weak! I will fight to drag the strong down to the status of the weak!!!"
His body was clearly atomized below the knees, covered by Golem, and all parts of his body except his heart and brain were pierced.
The stake, several meters long, pierced through the Golem's body in one go, even controlling the Spirit Core, which was the most important Servant.
Even so, in order to defeat the man before him, Sparta moved. Under the 'Charm of the Sun,' he transcended the basic framework of Servant and, with his own will, once again shouted out that one sentence—
"Oh, now is the time! Rebellion! Flesh pain cannot twist my will! Overturning the absurdity of adversity! Wings of freedom! O rebellious morning star illuminating the earth! O Sun! Be witnesses!"
In an instant, the Berserker's Flesh swelled to an enormous size, almost equivalent to a gigantic 'Evil God'.
"--Extreme Adversity - The Wounded Beast's Roar!!!"
This was something even Vlad III probably hadn't anticipated, but for Avicebron and Darnic, it was a situation they were prepared for.
Therefore, Danic, far behind, addressed Frankenstein's Master, Caules:
"Use three Command Spell to force the Berserker to unleash his Noble Phantasm and eliminate the Red Faction's Servant."
If we can't successfully subdue that crazed Servant, we could just kill him; there'd be no need for so many people to go.
When the five Black Faction arrived, Darnic asked Avicebron this question.
"In that case, let Miss Fran play her role."
"Why? To casually consume a Servant, even if their strength is only average, seems somewhat inappropriate."
"Darnic, the 'Adam' I created requires a Perfection sacrifice to become the Primordial human being."
The Caster, wearing a golden mask, spoke with such cold indifference that it sent chills down one's spine.
"Miss Fran, she is the Perfection Eve created by humans. It's unimaginable that she could exist in the world. Homunculus successfully created based on the concept of 'Eve,' I wonder how weak the Church must have become to allow her to operate in the world and leave behind such a legend..."
He continued, "Shouldn't Eve, who came Primordial Adam's rib, return?"
Avicebron wasn't worried about Fran disappearing after using her Noble Phantasm, because he had contact with Fran as soon as Fran appeared. As a master, he instantly analyzed the structure of the Homunculus girl and discovered that her design left behind a component after using her Noble Phantasm. In other words, the hidden power would generate a second version of her with a low probability.
Indeed, Avicebron's idea was to take the remaining parts as 'ribs' after Fran used his Noble Phantasm to perish together with Sparta, and offer them to Adam, the Primordial Human he wanted to create... And Darnic agreed to this, after all, it would be very beneficial for Avicebron to create his Primordial Human.
Therefore, at this moment, he directly ordered Fran's Master, Corresponds, to use a Command Spell to command Fran to use his Noble Phantasm.
"Uh, but, this--"
Although it was only for a short time, because Fran wasn't the kind of irrational Berserker, Caules, as his Master, developed some goodwill towards him. Caules hadn't been particularly eager to participate in the Great Holy Grail War, nor did he have any particular wish to fulfill. He wanted to refuse, but when he saw Darnic's unquestionable gaze, he could only nod in agreement.
Therefore, Caules uttered these words in a repulsive, cold voice:
"... The fifth one, 'Black,' commands with Command Spell —remove all restrictions, activate the Noble Phantasm 'Blasted Tree of Lightning,' and defeat the Berserker."
"I, Fran, I don't want to—"
Immediately, the sky ripped open, and immense Od concentrated on Fran, causing the Od at the end of the warhammer to spin at high speed.
For Fran, using her Noble Phantasm was something she didn't want to do. While she didn't have any particular desire, she did want to see if that person was indeed her Grandpa... However, it seemed unlikely at the moment, because she was Command Spell to use a Noble Phantasm that would cost her life.
Blasted Tree of Lightning.
From the sky to the earth, or from the earth to the sky, pale light poured down like a waterfall, the lightning strikes attempting to utterly ravage the world and completely destroy the Berserker that resembled a giant 'Evil God'.
Regardless, the two Berserker' attack, delivered at the cost of their lives, was unleashed with unwavering determination, and it seems likely that they will only face mutual annihilation.
"... Did the part fall out?"
After the light faded, Avicebron murmured.
In his view, everything was going according to plan. Once he obtained the part that combined Fran's full power, his Adam would be Perfection born with Eve's return.
However, he overlooked one point: the will of the rebels fighting in this Great Holy Grail War, although they had already used their Noble Phantasm, the purpose of Noble Phantasm was only to eliminate the oppressors, not to kill people like them.
Indeed, Spartacus fought for the weak, while also fantasizing about a world where everyone was equal, and in him he saw the image of humanity watching the petals drift in the wind.
Therefore, the rebels would never allow their hands to be stained with the lives of those who deserve to live in such a world.
Therefore, his incredibly ugly Noble Phantasm was not aimed at Frankenstein's Noble Phantasm, but rather encompassed or dissolved it. In other words, Sparta once again used his will to reverse the use of the Noble Phantasm, in order to harm those who would not be harmed.
"What exactly is this...?"
Fran, who had used Noble Phantasm but was unharmed, looked at the place where the enormous 'Evil God' had been, somewhat puzzled. The 'Evil God' had now vanished, leaving only a barren land.
This was indeed somewhat surprising to Avicebron, but since things had come to this point, he decided to take action directly, as he could also sense that Frankenstein was very weak at the moment.
The Caster wearing the golden mask swiftly appeared behind Fran, extending one hand towards what should have been the heart of the organ-bearing tribe—
"... I can't stand betrayal, especially under this Sun..."
As the Berserker Class's aura weakened, the Saber Class aura rose accordingly, but it was also weakening. After using his last body and remaining 'Spirit Core' to block the Caster's sneak attack, Sparta coldly turned into blue light and disappeared.
This is what is presented on the Obsidian mirror.
268: Embrace the Holy Spirit, the Primordial Human, Thy name - Adam (6k)
Is he angry?
When Jeanne d'Arc cautiously approached Novia and saw the scene, she also noticed Novia's furrowed brow.
While all of this wasn't unacceptable to Jeanne d'Arc, who was the Ruler —after all, such things were relatively normal in the Holy Grail War —it was Novia's frown that piqued her curiosity: did he perhaps know Jeanne d'Arc, the Berserker from the Black Faction Frankenstein?
Having learned his true name, Jeanne d'Arc quickly gleaned information about Frankenstein from the knowledge granted by the Holy Grail Jeanne d'Arc. She learned that Fran was Homunculus created based on the concept of 'Frankenstein.' Eve, but at the same time, Jeanne d'Arc was simply perplexed by it. Could there really be someone in this world who could recreate the concept equivalent to 'Eve'? How amazing... no, how Heresy!
Thinking of this, Jeanne d'Arc realized that Frankenstein, the Pagan God whose concern was based on the concept of 'Eve,' might not be simply about his safety; could it be...?
Suddenly, a warning sounded in the Saintess's heart—
Snake!
Could it be that he and Abigail planned to have Fran, this Eve, swallow the 'Forbidden Fruit', using this as a basis to recreate the story of humanity's expulsion from the Garden of Eden, in order to elevate something... elevate...
Ah, I get it! They're using this ascension to unleash Satan from Hell, hoping to influence Fixation of Events Band and weaken the Planetary Defense, allowing Outer God to invade Earth. So that's how it is! What a treacherous scheme... Satan, and the Outer God —these are things capable of destroying the world! How despicable!
The France Saintess naturally labeled Novia the 'Culprit,' which was understandable given the ambiguous meaning left by the Voice of Heaven.
"Abi, open the door for me, I need to go check."
Abigail knew that Frankenstein was the Homunculus who called her brother "Grandpa," so after Novia said that, she didn't hesitate to use her power to summon a door with purple mist floating around it.
Novia then calmly and quickly headed towards the door.
Indeed, he was rather angry, something he hadn't done in a long time.
Although Frankenstein was only a Homunculus who had met her once or twice, and besides, the title of 'Grandpa' was something she imposed on Novia... logically and emotionally, Novia shouldn't have reacted much to her...
It could be that Fran was forced to activate his Noble Phantasm, or it could be the sacrifice of Sparta, or even Avicebron's sneak attack, but whatever the reason, Novia was in a very bad mood at the moment. He just wanted to teach the guy who made Fran, who called him Grandpa, look sad.