Cú Chulainn lowered his body again, but this time he braced both hands against the red spear.
The moment Jello saw Cú Chulainn take that stance,
he reacted almost instantly.
He turned toward the distance and leapt with all his strength. A loud boom and a powerful shockwave burst from beneath his feet as he soared more than ten meters into the air, apparently trying to get as far as possible from Cú Chulainn's attack range.
Cú Chulainn was slightly taken aback by his behavior. But he quickly raised the red spear in his hand, gripping it in reverse, and hurled it straight at Jello. "Gáe Bolg: Soaring Spear That Strikes with Death!"
Just like before, a huge number of short red spears formed from the long red spear and bombarded Jello.
Suspended in midair, Jello naturally couldn't dodge them easily.
The short red spears exploded in the air, injuring Jello once again.
"How are things?" At that moment, inside the church where they were fighting,
a stern-looking middle-aged man dressed in a priest's robe stood beside the rubble of the walls Hassan had smashed through, watching the scene outside. He spoke up.
"No luck. We can't find him at all. There's no sign of anyone nearby who could be his Master, and no familiars, either." A Hassan appeared beside him and spoke with utmost respect.
"I see. So the other side is confident in their Servant. They haven't even come to watch the battle in person." With his hands clasped behind his back, the priest watched Jello fall from the sky amid the bombardment, his eyes narrowed.
Usually, a Servant and their Master didn't share vision, and even "communicating" with each other was difficult.
Magical communication could easily be disrupted or intercepted, and it could even reveal their location