Clang!
The instant those blood-red eyes entered Achilles's field of vision, a sharp, clean metallic clang rang in his ears.
What followed was wave after wave of noise interspersed with low growls.
My body... won't move?!
As though someone had clamped a hand around his throat, Achilles could clearly feel his body gradually losing its strength until it slipped entirely beyond his control.
"All attributes halved, along with irresistible mental interference. That's the power of these eyes of mine-the Mystic Eyes of Submergence.
"And I can take over your consciousness right now. With your pathetic C-rank magic resistance... heh, you can't even attempt to resist."
Frankly, Sovell had never gone all out in any of his actions before this battle with Achilles.
Whether his Mystic Eyes of Submergence could control a target's mind depended on the outcome of a contest between their magic resistance.
The rules were simple: if his rank was higher, he won. If his opponent's rank was higher, only the attribute reduction took effect.
But here was the crucial point-
When Sovell activated his first personal skill and assumed his half-dragon form, his already tremendous A-rank magic resistance could instantly rise to EX.
In other words, of all the Servants in this Holy Grail War, only Jeanne d'Arc, who also possessed EX-rank [Magic Resistance], and Gawain, whose third personal skill, [Unclouded Sky], granted immunity to all weakening effects, could resist Sovell's Mystic Eyes. The other sixteen could not.
It was practically a cheat-level trump card.
"You bastard..."
Achilles gritted his teeth.
How could a Servant have such underhanded abilities?!
"All right, no need to say the rest. I understand... heh heh, thanks for the compliment~"
As he spoke, Sovell slowly approached Achilles and patted him on the shoulder.
It was exactly the same gesture he had made