Countless dark light projectiles fell from the sky.
Each luminous blast carries the concept of despair, creating a large crater upon impact with the ground.
Everyone on the battlefield has their own way of coping.
The most violent of these was undoubtedly launching an attack in kind, clashing head-on with these dark light projectiles.
Representative figures in this regard are Sajyou Manaka and Enkidu.
Sajyou Manaka stood beside the Bull of Heaven.
She raised her right hand without any preparatory movement.
More than a dozen beams of light from high-level Magecraft simultaneously burst forth from around her.
Flames, frost, lightning, gravity, and light arrows— Magecraft of different attributes exploded simultaneously like fireworks, meeting the dark light projectiles aimed at her area.
"Bang bang bang bang bang!"
The explosions continued in succession.
The Magecraft and the light blast canceled each other out in mid-air, creating a wave of magical aftershocks.
Enkidu's side is simpler.
He knelt on one knee, placing his hands on the ground.
Soil surged from all parts of the battlefield, coalescing into a large number of weapons in front of him.
Sword, spear, axe, hammer, bow.
Each item possesses magical power comparable to Servant's Noble Phantasm.
These earthen weapons rained down on the light projectiles into the air.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
The light projectiles and weapons collided and exploded in mid-air, creating a burst of fire.
The Bull of Heaven was sent by Sajyou Manaka to protect Sajyou Ayaka.
The enormous bull-like creature, tens of meters tall, crouched beside Sajyou Ayaka, its massive body acting like a wall to block all the light projectiles flying towards her.
Golden arcs of electricity danced across the cow's body; the light projectile was incinerated into ash before it even got close.
Saber was grateful for this.
But he himself is not willing to be someone who needs protection.
" Ayaka, you stay here for now!"
"Wait! Saber! No—"
Sajyou Ayaka hadn't finished speaking.
Richard has broken out of the Bull of Heaven's protection.
His body transformed into a silvery-white afterimage, rushing into the rain of light bullets.
He weaved back and forth through the gaps in the light projectiles, as if he knew the trajectory of each one in advance.
This is his signature skill: Godspeed.
The longer the battle lasts, the faster he will become.
He is now more than twice as fast as when he first debuted.
It was so fast that even the afterimage stretched into a straight line.
It's almost at my feet, so I don't need any leverage points anymore.
He sped through the sky.
It was as if they had learned to fly.
"Haha! This feels great!"
Richard's voice came from the air, full of excitement.
Without saying a word, Jack picked up Master Flat and started running towards the edge of the battlefield.
"Wait, wait, wait— Jack! Why are you running so fast!"
" Master, that's nonsense."
Jack's voice was deep and hoarse, his dark red eyes scanning the rain of light bullets in the sky.
"This is a battlefield, not a place to watch a play."
"But--"
"Run."
Flat was hoisted onto Jack's shoulder and carried off the battlefield in a rather undignified manner.
"Alright, alright, I'll run then--"
On the battlefield.
Origami floated in mid-air, coldly observing the chaotic battle below.
Everyone survived.
As expected.
An atmosphere of despair permeated the battlefield.
The concept carried by the light blast remained after the explosion, and the entire battlefield was enveloped in this aura.
This intense atmosphere of despair stirred something within someone.
No, something.
Tsubaki Kuruoka, still unconscious, lay in Sigma's arms.
But a faint black mist began to rise around her body.
The mist seeped from beneath her skin, as if drawn by some force, and quickly condensed around her.
Then.
A hand reached out from the black mist.
Pale fingers, long and thin at the tips, devoid of color.
Next, the arms.
Shoulder.
The entire upper body slowly emerged from the black mist beside Tsubaki Kuruoka.
A complete body materializes and takes shape in the real world.
His entire body was wrapped in an ominous white robe.
The Pale Rider.
It gathers power to create a temporary, mobile body in the real world.
He glanced at his unconscious Master.
She glanced at the little boy holding her in the distance.
It looked up at the silver-haired figure in the sky that was indiscriminately unleashing attacks.
It is driven by the instinct to protect its Master.
It raised its Pale palm.
Countless conceptual viruses, manifested as black mist, surged from its palm, like a black tide, overwhelming the Origami in mid-air.
The black fog moved extremely fast and covered a vast area, turning the entire sky black.
Origami sensed a threat from the black mist.
This attack is not Divinity; it is more like the embodiment of a certain concept.
Disease, death, disaster.
A collection of these concepts.
If you get hit, it won't necessarily cause fatal damage, but it will definitely be a lot of trouble.
" Heavenly Wings."
The Origami figure disappeared from the spot.
They appeared hundreds of meters away in an instant.
The black mist swept past the spot where she had just been hovering, but missed.
Origami glanced back at the battlefield she had just witnessed.
A figure whose features were obscured appeared beside Sajyou Ayaka and the others.
He wore an ominous white robe, and his hood covered most of his face.
He rode a Pale warhorse, the same color as his robe.
He held a Pale knight's lance in one hand.
He was like the embodiment of death itself.
Origami squinted her eyes.
Another Servant I didn't recognize appeared.
What's going on with this Holy Grail War?
Why do accidents always seem to come one after another?
First Gilgamesh, then the Old Gil, then Sajyou Manaka, then the Bull of Heaven, then Ishtar was dragged into the Underworld, and now a Death God riding a white horse has appeared.
never mind.
Let's fight together.
All the light wings flew back to the back of the Origami and lined up neatly.
A new round of volleys.
The target: that eerie white figure.
Dozens of dark light bullets were fired simultaneously, drawing a dense barrage in the air.
The light bullet struck the Pale Rider's body.
Then they went through it.
It was as if it hadn't hit anything.
The light bullet passed through the white robe and exploded behind it.
The Pale Rider's figure was completely unharmed.
Then it moved.
The Pale warhorse reared up, and the figure of Death riding the white horse rushed towards Origami at an extremely fast speed.
The distance shortened in an instant.
A Pale spear swept across, its tip shrouded in a faint black mist.
One of Origami's light wings automatically folded forward, blocking the trajectory of the spear.
"Clang!"
The collision between the two generated a considerable shockwave.
The air was torn apart by the shockwave, and Origami's body was thrown back several meters.
The Pale Rider was also pushed back more than ten meters by the force of the recoil.
But its silhouette became blurred again in the recoil.
It seemed as if it were ready to vanish at any moment.
It appears to have a physical form one moment, and then it seems to have no physical form the next.
Origami frowned.
It looks a bit like that...
Does it only have a physical form when it's attacking?
Origami extends her right hand.
A pale blue light emanated from her palm.
The Realizer: Brynhildr's Exclusive Weapon.
" Heroic Spirit Warrior (Erotic Warrior)."
A silver-white mechanical spear materialized from the light.
Origami gripped the handle of the spear.
The three-meter-long tactical rifle felt like nothing in her hands.
"Come."
The Pale Rider didn't keep her waiting long.
The Pale warhorse charged again, its lance thrusting straight forward.
Origami went to meet her.
The two spears collided in mid-air.
"Clang!"
The shockwave exploded again.
Origami used the force of the impact to spin around, and the nozzle at the end of the gun sprayed out a stream of spiritual energy, allowing her to complete a beautiful spin in the air.
The spear swept across.
The Pale Rider's lance blocked the attack.
It was the sound of metal clashing again.
But Origami noticed.
The Pale Rider's gun had no metallic texture whatsoever.
The gun felt very strange.
It's like trying to catch a clump of solidified fog.
The Pale Rider's counterattack has begun.
The spear was raised from below, its tip aimed straight at Origami's chest.
Origami dodged to the side, the tip of the spear grazing her Astral Dress.
A faint white mark was left on the surface of the Astral Dress.
Origami thrust her gun at the Pale Rider's face with a backhand motion.
The spear tip pierced through the opponent's head.
It's an abstract entity again.
The Pale Rider's figure was completely immune to physical attacks while in its ethereal state.
Then, while it was becoming invisible, it launched a counterattack.
A long spear swept across from behind Origami.
Origami suddenly turned around, her body protected by wings of light.
"Clang!"
The Origami was shaken back a few steps.
The timing of this guy's materialization was too tricky.
It only materializes at the very moment the attack is about to hit, and immediately becomes ethereal after the attack.