As Ichigo Kurosaki led his group onto the battlefield, the whole of northwestern Shanxi descended into utter chaos.
Mordred hounded Artoria relentlessly, determined to defeat her, while farther away, Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto was locked in a fierce battle with Solomon, neither giving an inch.
One was a peerless powerhouse whose true body rivaled the Gods, and the other was one of Heaven's foremost Heroic Spirits, the pinnacle of the Throne of Heroes, the Father of Magecraft whose existence awed countless World Lines.
In terms of their true bodies' strength, it really was hard to say who could win, or who could not.
But this was the Holy Grail War, and the Holy Grail War clearly favored Heaven's Heroic Spirits. Although the magical energy supplied by a Master could be converted into Reiatsu, the conversion efficiency was clearly inferior to using magical energy as it was.
Just then, Ichigo Kurosaki hurried toward them, looking rather helpless.
"What's gotten into Mordred to make her rush in like this? She's even worse at listening to people than I am."
Nel stood beside her, her long green hair streaming as she advanced. She faced the nearby battlefield, her expression grave.
"Ichigo, besides Mordred, there are five other Servants over there."
Rukia had not come along. Now that she knew Shinigami could also be summoned, how could she possibly keep showing her face? Naturally, she was commanding from the rear.
Rukia's voice came through Ichigo's earpiece.
"Observe the situation first, and prioritize locating the enemy Masters. Since you're a Shinigami, you're naturally stronger than the other Masters. Make good use of that, and we can easily win the Holy Grail War."
"Uh, but Mordred's already charged in."
"Huh? Damn it! Hurry after her. Whatever you do, don't let her get taken out. Or use a