Archrivals (3K Chapter)
Therefore, she had no reason to lose this battle!
"In that case..."
Irisviel's crimson hue suddenly revealed boundless malice:
"Then go and die."
Irisviel's voice was like the opening act of a play, and as the voice faded, a chilling crimson light suddenly shone from the previously dark pupils of the two silent Heroic Spirit!
"LAAAAA--!!"
The moment the sound rang out, the two dark figures vanished from their spot, leaving only the shattered bluestone ground behind.
With her nimble steps, Diarmuid was the first to confront Saber!
Clang!
The crisp sound of clashing swords and spears echoed across the battlefield. The fierce clash of weapons reminded Saber of their previous battle, a fight so close, a struggle between life and death. The awe-inspiring righteousness emanating from the knight then had now transformed into a cold curse. Ignoring the noble soul of the heroic Heroic Spirit, it devoured his spirit, even staining the red and yellow twin spears in his hands with negative black patterns. The magic-piercing and annihilating strikes that tore through the air contained intense killing intent.
The Yellow Rose brushed past Saber's waist, but she barely dodged it thanks to her Instinct. However, the sharp aura alone gave her the illusion that she had been cut in half at the waist.
However, Saber had no time to reflect on such matters. Another, even sharper sword blade seized the opportunity when Diarmuid spears were in motion and struck towards Saber's neck!
Boom--
Saber barely managed to raise his Holy Sword and take the blow head-on, using the recoil to create distance between himself and Diarmuid.
Two deep furrows were dug into the hard bluestone floor by his feet, leaving behind a pile of gravel.
After Saber regained her balance, she looked up and gritted her teeth as she stared at the two black knights who had resumed their attack stance.
Even though they had never cooperated before, even though they were rivals, and even though they had been forced to submit to madness, the skills and consciousness that had become ingrained in their bones still allowed the two Servant to perform a near-perfect coordination.
The lingering chill on my neck, where the sword had just struck, was the best proof of that.
This is not a friendly sparring match, nor a battle between knights; it is slaughter, walking the line between life and death, where no one will show mercy.
"Back off!"
A familiar voice rang in my ears. Without the slightest hesitation, my body made the choice instinctively.
--retreat!
As Saber retreated, she was surprised that the two Black Knights opposite her did not take advantage of the opening to catch up.
Even though they had lost their rationality, the two black knights could still sense a terrifying magical power gathering in mid-air.
They subconsciously looked up, and then they saw
--in mid-air
There was no moon; a dark sea of clouds flowed across the night sky.
And in the very center, a purple robe fluttered in the wind as the Magecraft descended upon the sky she ruled.
"If this is what you want, then I won't hesitate to kick you out, A. vanger!"
As Medea's announcement ended, the array drawn in the void suddenly lit up.
With the force of ending everything, the rain of arrows of light poured down on the two black knights on the ground like an endless downpour!
The continuous explosions echoed from the center of the arena, causing Saber, who had retreated to the sidelines, to slightly contract her pupils. The array drawn in the void still radiated powerful magic, but the central plaza in front of Ryuudou Temple was now a scene of utter devastation.
The main hall square, which had been baptized by Medea's Magecraft, was now deathly silent. A thick layer of smoke covered the battlefield bombarded by Magecraft, obscuring the situation on the battlefield.
However, given the sheer power of this Magecraft, which can only be described as exaggerated, even Lancelot and Diarmuid, who were to directly withstand these attacks, would likely find it difficult to endure.
"..."
Although it wasn't the first time she had witnessed Medea performing Magecraft, she couldn't help but compare Medea to her teacher, who was also Magecraft, every time this happened.
The final result left Saber speechless.
Clearly, who is the person who best fits one's image of a [Magecraft]?
--The answer is self-evident.
However, Medea, as the person involved, had no time to concern herself with such matters.
At this moment, suspended in mid-air, she frowned slightly, her gaze sweeping across the entire main hall, trying to find a foolproof way to safely rescue the two children.
"It's useless."
Having probably discerned Medea's intentions, Irisviel, located in the center of the main hall...
"This place has become my [temple]. Although Caster, your Magecraft skills are very high, it will probably take some effort to break through it~"
Irisviel is right. All the spiritual veins around Fuyuki City converge on Mount Enzo. If Magecraft's workshop were built on such a perfect spiritual gathering place, it would be no exaggeration to call it a [temple] with the continuous boost of magical power.
After Irisviel finished speaking, Medea couldn't help but scoff. "You think too highly of yourself, A. vanger! It's just a slightly sturdier barrier, yet you dare to call yourself a temple?"
The purple Witch's lips curled into a cold smile:
"Speaking of which, the Magecraft you use is nothing more than a mud castle to me. Such things can be easily washed away with enough force and water!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the magic filling the atmosphere turned into a thick fog, covering Medea's body. The blue light shining from the tip of her staff pointed towards the barrier enveloping the main hall.
That wouldn't be good.
Seeing this, Irisviel did not show even a trace of panic at being at a disadvantage. The smile on her face, which was like a fake smile, made Medea feel vaguely uneasy.
"Laaaaa--!!"
The roars emanating from the still-lingering smoke below confirmed Medea's unease.
"--!"
Without a second thought, Medea, already feeling a strong sense of crisis, began to chant.
The crimson spear, piercing through the smoke, left an ominous trail in the smoke screen before tearing apart Medea's illusory image left in mid-air.
Having narrowly escaped the deadly attack, Medea landed on the ground, but before she could even catch her breath, then—
Another figure burst out of the smoke, its entire body covered in black armor, and the eerie crimson light emanating from its eye sockets all confirming the attacker's identity.
--Lancelot, Knight of the Lake.
"I forgot to mention..."
Irisviel's voice arrived late from the side:
"Defeating them won't be so easy, as long as 'my' (the Holy Grail's ) magic isn't exhausted."
At this moment, the ominous magic surrounding Lancelot had cleared away all obstacles in his path as he charged forward in a frenzy. The blackened Holy Sword was raised, its target Medea not far in front of him!
Clang--
The sound of metal clashing echoed throughout the battlefield as a small figure, yet holding its own against the black-clad knight, stood in front of Medea.
Without needing to communicate, Medea, fully aware of her current state, quickly retreated, leaving the main battle to Saber.
"The Arondight"
Excalibur
--Two supreme Holy Sword, both obtained from the elves. At this moment, the golden and jet-black Holy Sword are intertwined between their two masters.
Perhaps it was the radiance of the Holy Sword that brought Lancelot a moment of clarity; the crimson light gradually faded from his eyes. "Arthur... killed... me..."
Unlike his previous madness caused by obsession, Lancelot is now tormented by the humiliation of having his soul bound and the pain of having to take action against those he loves.
Looking closely at the knight's blurred face, shrouded in dark magic, Saber's eyes flashed with sorrow.
"Ah... I will."
To prevent the noble souls of knights from suffering any longer, I, Artoria Pendragon, swear that your souls will find peace!
Are you alright?
After Medea retreated to the edge of the battlefield, Wang Xiaoming quickly came over to ask her questions.
Medea shook her head to indicate that she was alright, and thankfully Saber had blocked Lancelot's attack for her, otherwise...
"That's good..."
Seeing that Medea showed no signs of injury, Wang Xiaoming felt a great weight lifted from his heart.
Turning his attention back to Saber, who was holding her own against the two Black Knights on the battlefield, Wang Xiaoming frowned and then smiled wryly:
"If what A. Vanger said is true, then we can only rely on Emiya's actions."
Medea remained silent after hearing Wang Xiaoming's words. Although her total magical energy was still sufficient, her Magecraft was severely limited in this stalemate. At this moment, Medea could only abandon wide-range attacks and instead use some Reinforcement Magecraft to help Saber stabilize the situation.
The best way to break the deadlock now is to rely on Emiya Kiritsugu the Kamiyama. Hopefully, it won't...
"Emiya is also in trouble..."
The news Medea least wanted to hear left Wang Xiaoming speechless.
Is my mouth blessed...?
Having probably received the same news, Irisviel revealed a mysterious smile:
"There's nothing I can do; after all, I'm the one who understands Kiritsugu the most..."
Meanwhile, on the other side of Mount Enzo, as Emiya Kiritsugu the Kamiyama, a dark figure suddenly appeared in front of him.
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Chapter 126. Nemesis (3k chapters)
On the hiking trail on the other side of Mount Enzo, Emiya Kiritsugu slowly climbed upwards. He looked up at the last marker flashing with purple light in the distance.
--Only one site remains from the planned targeted demolition.
He relaxed all the muscles in his body to a comfortable degree, with no excess strength stored up anywhere.
Emiya Kiritsugu's nerves were more taut in this Serenity environment than ever before. Based on his past experience, it wouldn't be surprising if one or two people who wanted to kill him appeared at any moment, in any corner.
But it doesn't matter anymore--
From the moment the plan was decided, he had to eliminate whoever stood before him, without a trace of emotion.
Emiya Kiritsugu only cared about the result; the process was never a consideration for him.
After turning the corner of the path, you'll reach the location of the last ley line marked by Medea.
Thinking this, Emiya Kiritsugu quickened his pace.
After passing the corner along the narrow path Emiya Kiritsugu was suddenly greeted by a spacious platform with several roughly made stone benches, presumably a place for hikers to rest.
Without even bothering to look around, Emiya Kiritsugu instinctively raised his alert level to the highest level the moment he saw the figure below, both muscularly and nervously.
"You've arrived, Emiya Kiritsugu."
His tone could barely be described as pleasant, but the man exuded an undisguised murderous aura.
A black monk's robe, a slender figure, an indifferent expression, and a cross on his chest reflecting a halo of light.
Kirei Kotomine, even though he had only seen the man's face in a photograph, was still recognized by Emiya Kiritsugu at first glance by the priest who had "favored" him since the beginning of the Holy Grail War.
"Knowing full well what the Holy Grail is like, do you still want to obtain it?"
"No--"