These Synthezoids deployed on Earth Prime actually possessed, at most, only Level Four abilities. Deathstroke had no idea how the Adjutant classified them, but he knew that this level merely meant combat power comparable to Krypto's.
The Servants gave their summoners fairly consistent explanations: they needed some item, or needed to accomplish some task, in order to grow stronger.
To win the war, the Masters often had no choice but to cooperate with them. They were effectively dragged into this game while being kept in the dark.
As long as they acquired resources or completed missions, the Synthezoids would reveal a little more of their abilities, allowing the Masters to tangibly feel that they had truly grown stronger and thus become utterly convinced of the Holy Grail War.
"The second phase was completed a little earlier than expected." Su Ming stroked his stubble, then pinched out the cigarette in his mouth and put it away.
"Strictly speaking, the second phase has not ended yet." The Adjutant brought up the map again and pointed it out to the Sheriff. "Only when the Kent family reaches the cabin, unifies their thinking, and completes the division of responsibilities will the planned third phase begin."
The so-called third phase was the outbreak of war. On this still not entirely ruined planet, the Servants and Masters would begin slaughtering one another.
At the same time, Little Superman would emerge to uphold justice. He needed to clear his name through a series of actions—saving people, stopping destruction, and so on—and raise his fame and public approval.
"Mm, they'll probably be driving for a few more hours. They should arrive around midnight tonight." Su Ming continued painting the figurine, as though he were becoming a little addicted to it. "Let the Masters and Servants rest for now.