Heracles, Karna, Achilles.
Three people attacked from three directions simultaneously.
Mukuro Hoshimiya's agility is currently her biggest weakness.
In a one-on-one situation, she can compensate for her lack of mobility by relying on spatial portals and the various abilities of the Michael.
However, facing a simultaneous attack Servant three highly agile Servants, the opening and closing of the portal takes time, and the enemy simply doesn't give her that time.
Karna's spear thrust at him from the front.
Mukuro Hoshimiya dodged to the side, but Heracles ' axe had already come crashing down from behind.
She used the Michael to block, but the impact sent her staggering forward, only to be met with a flying kick from Achilles ' side.
The toe of the shoe struck the Astral Dress in the abdomen, sending Mukuro Hoshimiya flying.
I stumbled when I landed.
The Astral Dress had a few more white marks on its surface, but it was still intact.
Mukuro Hoshimiya gritted her teeth.
Her Astral Dress possessed extremely high defensive capabilities.
This Astral Dress's defensive capabilities far surpass those of ordinary Servant ' defensive Noble Phantasm. The attacks of three demigod heroes, without resorting to their trump Noble Phantasm, could not truly penetrate its defensive layer.
But the problem is...
She couldn't beat them either.
The three attackers were attacking so frequently that she had no chance to catch her breath or retaliate.
She was forced into a purely defensive position, frantically using the Michael and the Spatial Gate to barely parry attacks from three directions.
On the distant high ground, Atalanta still stood atop the withered tree.
The bowstring remained taut, the arrow pointing in the direction of Mukuro Hoshimiya.
Green eyes gazed at the blonde girl surrounded by three Servant in the center of the battlefield.
People who were having dinner together just a few hours ago.
The person who told her the truth about the Holy Grail.
Atalanta's fingers trembled slightly on the strings, then she released them.
The arrow flew from the bowstring, but ultimately missed to one side.
With Atalanta's shooting skills, it was impossible for him to miss.
But the arrow did miss.
The arrow flew past Mukuro Hoshimiya's ear and embedded itself in the ground some distance away.
Millennia Fortress, underground passage.
Astolfo landed on his Hippogriff at the entrance to the staircase leading to the Greater Grail.
Celenike's voice entered his mind through the contract.
"Rider, the Red Faction's Assassin has most likely infiltrated the fortress's underground! His target is likely the Greater Grail!"
Celenike's judgment was unusually calm.
Darnic was poisoned in a covert manner, and the Red Faction almost mobilized its entire force on the main battlefield. This was clearly a feint.
Since the main battlefront has drawn almost all of Black Faction's fighting force, the real killer must have infiltrated from the rear.
There is only one truly valuable objective within the walled city.
The Greater Grail.
As for the identity of the infiltrator, Celenike speculated that it was the Red Faction's Assassin who had never shown up.
Black Faction has yet to obtain any information about Red Faction's Assassin, not even his real name.
If it's an Assassin-class Servant, then the infiltration ability makes perfect sense.
Astolfo dismounted from the Hippogriff.
He drew his longsword from his waist, and held a magic book in his other hand.
Tonight is the night of the new moon.
Something was slowly emerging in Astolfo's mind.
Just as words submerged in water gradually rise from beneath the surface, a long-forgotten name is re-emerging in his consciousness.
The book's real name.
" Declaration of Abolishment -- Casa Di Logistilla"
Astolfo's lips curled up in a smile.
"The moon is nice tonight. Even though we can't see it right now."
He began to walk down the stairs.
Astolfo had expected to encounter an Assassin.
But when he reached the hollow where the Greater Grail was, he saw two people.
Amakusa Shirou Tokisada.
Semiramis.
Amakusa Shirou's arms were pressed against the surface of the Greater Grail, his eyes were closed, and his forehead was covered in sweat.
Semiramis stood beside him, layers of purplish-black barriers covering the two of them.
Astolfo's expression froze for a moment.
This is not Assassin.
"Ah, it's the two of you."
Semiramis turned around and saw Astolfo standing at the entrance.
A hint of disdain flashed in her eyes.
" The Black Faction Rider? You're the only one?"
"Yeah, just me."
Astolfo sheathed his longsword.
He did not draw his sword.
Instead, he opened the magic book in his hand.
"But one person is enough."
Semiramis raised her hand, and dark purple magic gathered in her palm.
A dozen chains formed from condensed toxins burst from the ground and shot toward Astolfo.
Astolfo turned the pages.
" True Name Release - Declaration of Abolishment!"
The book was torn to pieces.
Countless pages flew from his hands, swirling and dancing in the air, and then—transformed into butterflies.
Hundreds of butterflies made of pure white book pages fluttered and hovered around Astolfo, their wings shimmering with pale gold Magecraft patterns.
Semiramis's poisonous chains collided with a swarm of butterflies.
The butterfly, resembling a book page, landed on the chain. With each flap of its wings, the magical structure on the chain's surface was dismantled layer by layer.
The toxins, having lost their Magecraft properties, turned into ordinary liquid and dripped onto the ground.
Semiramis's eyes widened slightly.
"What's this!"
Astolfo didn't give her time to think.
The swarm of butterflies spread out, not only to block the attacks, but also to fly towards the defensive barrier surrounding Semiramis, beginning to dismantle it layer by layer.
Semiramis's defensive barrier is a product of her proud Magecraft skills.
But the effect of the Declaration of Abolishment is to decipher and break all Magecraft.
The butterflies precisely identified every node of the spell within the barrier; wherever their wings swept, the spell's patterns vanished like chalk writing that had been erased.
layer.
Two floors.
Three floors.
Semiramis's forehead vein throbbed.
She began to rebuild the barrier, attempting to use speed to outpace the opponent's dismantling speed.
But there were too many butterflies, and the speed at which they were dismantled was no less than the speed at which they were constructed.
For a moment, the two were locked in a stalemate.
"This kind of thing!!"
Semiramis gritted his teeth.
She, Semiramis, is the legendary woman who was the first in the world to use poison. With the knowledge of her dual class and the workshop bonus from the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, she is confident that she is second to none in the realm of Magecraft.
Now they're completely overwhelmed by some unknown Noble Phantasm.
Taking advantage of Semiramis's distraction by the swarm of butterflies, Astolfo drew a piccolo from his waist.
It was a jet-black flute with intricate patterns engraved on its surface.
The Magic Flute That Summons Panic - La Black Luna.
Anti-Army Noble Phantasm, Rank C.
Astolfo brought the flute to his lips.
Then he blew it.
A terrifying sound emanated from the flute, striking straight to the depths of one's soul.
The sound waves spread outwards from Astolfo, and were reflected and superimposed by the stone walls in the enclosed underground cavity, forming a field without blind spots.
Semiramis's body trembled violently.
Her class skill, Divinity, resists the effects of the flute music, but the overlapping and reflection of sound waves continuously depletes her resistance.
Meanwhile, the situation was even worse for Amakusa Shirou Tokisada.
His consciousness was now deeply embedded within the internal system of the Greater Grail.
The right arm, Vicious Predator, and the left arm, Heavenly Grace, are operating at extremely high capacity; the process of infiltrating the core system of the Greater Grail requires absolute concentration.
The panicked voice pierced through the remnants of Semiramis's defensive barrier and directly impacted Amakusa Shirou's mind.
A person who was concentrating intently on performing a precise Magecraft trick was suddenly overwhelmed by a powerful sense of fear.
Amakusa Shirou's arms were suddenly thrown off the surface of the Greater Grail.
The golden surface of the Greater Grail rippled violently for a moment, then returned to calm.
Amakusa Shirou staggered back two steps.
"Cough."
He spat out a mouthful of blood.
Backlash.
The backlash from the forced interruption of his connection to the Greater Holy Grail System flowed upstream along his Magic Circuits, like a red-hot wire piercing through his arms.
Amakusa Shirou's arms fell to his sides, his fingers twitching uncontrollably.
"How is that possible!"
He looked up at the pink-haired boy standing at the entrance, holding a black piccolo.
The weakest Servant the Black Faction.
Rider Astolfo.
A Servant was never listed as a threat by anyone throughout the entire Great Holy Grail War.
Amakusa Shirou Tokisada never dreamed that his meticulously planned raid on the enemy's base would be interrupted by such a person.
"You."
Astolfo put down his flute and gave Amakusa Shirou a bright smile.
Surprised? Unexpected?