On the outer battlefield, the three Servants of Thousand Tree had been split apart, unable to support one another.
Facing a tide of Dragon Tooth Soldiers and three menacing Pseudo-Servants, the trio could only watch helplessly as their forces were gradually worn down and devoured.
Diarmuid was the first to lose his patience. As the formation was about to collapse, dark-red magical energy erupted from beneath his feet, and the ground below sank several meters under immense pressure, as though it had been struck by a meteor.
Propelled by Magic Release, the chief knight bent his knees and leaped upward, soaring several yards into the air. He drew the large and small red-and-yellow demonic swords from his waist in a backhand motion. The two demonic spears on his back rang out sharply, and determination gleamed in his golden eyes.
Legend said that Diarmuid chose his weapons according to the battlefield or the adventure ahead. When he judged the situation to be highly dangerous, he carried the demonic sword Great Wrath, Moralltach, and the demonic spear Red Javelin, GaeDearg. When he considered the danger lesser, he carried the demonic sword Little Wrath and the demonic spear Yellow Shaft, GaeBuidhe.
Of course, there was one final circumstance: when he needed to bring both spears and swords, holding nothing back and unleashing all his strength.
At such times, he usually had to fight with his life on the line.
Since acquiring these four Noble Phantasms, the only time he had truly brought all his weapons seemed to have been at the Palace of the Rowan Tree.
The cursed cloth strips wrapped around the hilts of the two demonic swords loosened and fell away on their own. Having gathered his momentum to its peak, Diarmuid raised both hands and spoke the true name of