What a terrifying Parallel World...
After death, human heroes could actually ascend into immortal Heroic Spirits.
Neither of these two Servants was inferior to him in close combat; they even seemed slightly stronger!
Yet swordsmanship was his strongest skill, not theirs.
One was a Rider, the other an Archer. Their true trump cards were still held in reserve.
They were surely earth-shattering killing moves!
They were fantastical armaments—the "Noble Phantasms"—forged through the praise of countless generations and sung by all humanity, ultimately ascending into legend!
Leaving aside the white-haired female Heroic Spirit whose identity was unknown, Medusa's Petrifying Magic Eye alone made Nura Hyō deeply wary.
After countless long years, no one knew just how many Heroic Spirits existed upon the Throne of Heroes...
This was likely the most terrifying foundation possessed by humanity in that world.
Even Seimei, the darkness that had ruled Tokyo a thousand years ago and could divide humans and yokai alike...
Faced with such a situation, even he would feel immense fear.
At the thought of seven Servants of this caliber fighting in Fuyuki City, Nura Hyō could not help but sigh.
"Fuyuki City... is in trouble."
Rumble...!!
Thunder tore through heaven and earth, and purple arcs instantly lit up the night sky!
A battle that existed only in myth and legend was steadily reaching its climax!
The entire world silently watched this scene, their thoughts nearly frozen.
Projection Magic, Bellerophon, Shimo Yukino Is About to Die!
At Hohzuki Academy, two female Heroic Spirits battled fiercely, and the fight had reached a fever pitch.
The two moved faster and faster. Chains and twin blades danced wildly, producing violent metallic clashes as countless sparks scattered through the air like the most brilliant aurora beneath the night sky!
Clang!
After countless exchanges, one of the projected Noble Phantasms, Gan Jiang Mo Ye, shattered.
After all, it was not a true "Noble Phantasm," but a counterfeit replicated by Archer's magecraft.
The White-Haired Lady no longer looked so composed. A trace of surprise crossed her face as she retreated sharply, only to hang in midair with both arms knocked wide apart.
Medusa's gaze sharpened. She drew back her chain and gripped the sword hilt tightly.
—An opportunity!
Whoosh, whoosh...!!
She lowered herself and sprinted forward, explosively accelerating. Her long purple hair danced like a cascading waterfall at high speed, and in an instant she lunged before the White-Haired Lady, her gleaming blade about to pierce her enemy's chest.
This was the instant when the white-haired female Heroic Spirit's old momentum had faded and her new strength had yet to rise.
The situation was extremely perilous.
"Not good!"
In the Heavenly Curtain World, Shimo Yukino clutched her chest, her heart pounding so hard it felt ready to leap from her ribcage.
Was her future self about to die here?
No...
That wasn't right...
The PV's story still had her confrontation of beliefs with herself. She would never die here!
Even so, the girl stared fixedly at the scene.
Sometimes, even when one already knew the outcome, their heart would still rise into their throat.
On a nearby rooftop, Luo Shu looked more serious. He clutched multicolored gems in his hand, ready to throw them. Under the terrifying power of A-rank magecraft, even Servants had to keep their distance.
As the heir of one of the Three Great Families, his strength far surpassed that of ordinary magi.
If he joined the battle and teamed up with Archer, they would surely be able to drive Medusa back.
He had been watching to see whether Rider's Master was hiding somewhere on campus.
If they could carry out a direct decapitation strike and he eliminated Rider's Master, then Medusa, their formidable enemy, would also leave the field instead of escaping under the enhancement of Command Spells.
But judging from the current situation, Rider's Master appeared to be the sort who hid in the shadows and had not come in person.
Heh~
What a cowardly Master.
Luo Shu smiled.
Still, his Servant seemed to be in mortal danger. Though he wanted to figure out her abilities, he should lend her a hand.
Now... hm?
He raised an eyebrow slightly and watched the field with interest. A new change had occurred.
The White-Haired Lady murmured, "Trace on."
Then magical energy surged into her palms. Amid flashing blue arcs of electricity, two brand-new Gan Jiang Mo Ye blades actually condensed once more.
Medusa's pupils contracted sharply. She sensed that something was wrong, but it was already too late.
Clang! Clang, clang!!
Gan Jiang Mo Ye knocked aside the chain with crisp ringing cries. Amid the scattering sparks, their blade tips slashed toward her pale neck while she was caught off guard.
Medusa was about to retreat, but a gust of wind came from behind her.
Several beautiful gems shone beneath the moon. They instantly cracked open, giving birth to deafening explosions. Towering flames and rolling shockwaves scorched her smooth back!
She could not retreat...
Medusa gave a muffled grunt and was forced to meet the sharp Gan Jiang Mo Ye head-on.
This strike sealed off every route of escape. There was nowhere to dodge!
Splurt!
In an instant, a great spray of blood fell, landing upon the ground like a cluster of gorgeous red coral.
The purple-haired woman gasped heavily. Relying on her greater agility, she moved to a distant rooftop, her right hand clutching her bloodstained shoulder as her breath weakened.
No...
She could not hide her Noble Phantasm any longer...
Medusa knew well that continuing close combat while injured was no different from a slow death.
Whoosh!
The White-Haired Lady rapidly pursued her, instantly charging onto the roof.
A fierce gale mixed with piercing air-splitting sounds, and the air churned more violently than ever before.
Medusa's eyes narrowed. Countless drops of blood suddenly fell from her shoulder, radiating dazzling white light. It was ancient and holy, carrying traces of desolation.
It was as though a creature from primordial times was about to descend once more, and an artifact of the Age of Gods was being reborn.
The phantom of a white pegasus gradually solidified, releasing a deep, rumbling cry.
The White-Haired Lady also grew more solemn. Her figure suddenly retreated as she readied herself, murmuring as if she too were about to release her Noble Phantasm's true name.
Medusa shouted sternly, "Bellerophon...!"
The White-Haired Lady frowned tightly as well. "I am the bone of my sword...!"
A barren domain of swords seemed ready to unfold, its inner landscape gradually invading reality.
This would be the opening battle of the Holy Grail War, an unprecedented clash of Noble Phantasms!!
Before the immense power of ancient Heroic Spirits, even heaven and earth seemed too narrow!
People around the world were boiling with excitement as they looked up at the Heavenly Curtain.
"I'm fired up! My whole body's shaking!!"
"Is the Noble Phantasm clash coming? Is something huge about to happen?!"
"That is... a phantom steed that cannot exist in this world!"
"Art is an explosion! Blow up Hohzuki Academy for me!!"
"The first battle is the final battle? Is it really this intense?"
"I hope Archer wins! I like white-haired big sisters!"
"Medusa is obviously prettier, though! What a shame her Master is that scumbag Matou Shinji!"
"Archer will win! Projection Magic is invincible!"
"Use your infinite swords to pierce her!"
In the shadows of Tokyo, the great yokai Hagoromo Gitsune narrowed her eyes and gently waved her folding fan.
"Is it coming? Let me see whether you Heroic Spirits, sung of by humanity, possess peerless splendor that can stand alongside Seimei!"
At the Bone-Eating Well, in the Warring States world.
Sesshomaru seemed to sense something and cast a cold glance toward the cloudless blue sky.
It was as if something terrifying was about to appear in a distant world.
At the sealed grounds of the Exorcist Family, the Hanakaiin, the great yokai Tsuchigumo excitedly watched the world outside.
"The strong..."
"So many strong ones..."
"If I could test myself against them, that would be wonderful!"
However, the heated BGM suddenly cooled, and the image became silent and desolate.
Everyone was bewildered as the camera shifted in another direction.
Tap...
From the distant school building came the faint sound of someone stepping on gravel.
The two people facing off were startled. They immediately reined in their surging magical energy, and even the divine light of their manifested Noble Phantasms dispersed as they looked toward the source of the sound.
"Who's there?! ×2."
At the instant of the challenge, a long purple-haired figure dashed away beneath the moon.
The White-Haired Lady did not stop her either, merely watching that direction calmly.
The person hiding in the shadows seemed too panicked and fled without looking back.
The atmosphere fell silent once more. A youth in a Moon-White Feather Robe jumped down from the rooftop.
Luo Shu walked over and patted his Servant's shoulder, smiling playfully. "I thought you'd be easily eliminated by Rider like some third-rate Servant. Didn't expect you to be pretty capable."
The White-Haired Lady brushed his hand away and said indifferently, "That would be underestimating me too much, Master."
"What was that just now? Projection Magic?"
Luo Shu pressed his thumb to his chin and joked half-seriously, "I remember there's a female magus at Hohzuki Academy who is also skilled at that. Don't tell me you're her ancestor."
"How could that be~"
The White-Haired Lady's expression stiffened for an instant before she laughed freely. "I don't remember having any descendants. Thanks to that person, not only did we avoid a nasty battle, but I also didn't have to reveal my information."
Luo Shu raised an eyebrow. "Then we really should thank her. Why not go take a look?"
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