Origami flew out of the ruins, its ten wings of light rearranging behind it.
To defeat these annoying guys as quickly as possible, is it really necessary to use the same method used against Gilgamesh?
She summoned the Realizer again.
Ashcroft ( Alice )
Pale blue light emanated from her body, covering her entire form. At the same time, a semi-transparent spherical field spread outwards from her center.
Space blockade.
The moment this domain unfolded, it severed the spatial connection between the outside and the inside.
Sajyou Manaka's Spatial Displacement Magecraft, which she was preparing, was abruptly cut off.
Her outstretched hand froze in mid-air, her brow furrowing slightly.
"The space has been sealed off."
"You can't exchange anything this time."
The sound of Origami was very calm.
Her gaze swept across the battlefield.
Richard moved swiftly through the aftershocks of the lightning, so fast that he couldn't even leave a afterimage.
The barrier created by the Realizer couldn't keep up with Saber's Godspeed attack.
Although the Bull of Heaven has lost a hind leg, its sheer size makes it less likely to miss.
However, if we're talking about who's the easiest target to catch right now:
That must be Assassin.
She had just launched several sneak attacks on Origami under the cover of lightning. Although she hadn't caused any damage, it certainly proved her presence.
Now, the space is sealed off, and she can't escape.
Origami extends her right hand.
A pale blue barrier materialized from the void, centered on Hassan of the Zealot, and instantly enveloped her entire body.
Hassan of the Zealot reacted quickly.
The moment the barrier appeared, she had already dodged to the side.
But it didn't work.
The barrier contracted much faster than she could move.
Hassan of the Zealot's figure was firmly trapped by the pale blue barrier.
She wielded Gan Jiang and Mo Xie, the two yin-yang swords, and slashed at the inner wall of the barrier.
"Ding!" "Ding!"
The blade bounced off the barrier's surface without leaving even a white mark.
A barrier with extremely strong defensive capabilities.
Hassan of the Zealot was locked in place.
Origami watched as the fixed-up Hassan of the Zealot began to arrange its ten wings of light.
Without hesitation.
Several dark light bullets shot out from the light wings, all heading in one direction:
The location of Hassan of the Zealot.
Concentrated artillery fire.
"Boom!"
The explosion's light engulfed Hassan of the Zealot's figure.
The smoke and dust cleared.
Hassan of the Zealot's figure had vanished from the spot.
Assassin exits.
The Origami continued without pause, filled with emotion.
With one goal achieved, the next goal has been chosen.
The Bull of Heaven.
The opponent is the largest, and therefore the easiest to hit.
As for Saber, Origami plans to ignore him this time.
Since the opponent's attacks can't harm me anyway, let him run around on his own.
The ten light wings rearranged themselves into the shape of a cannon barrel.
Kadour.
Origami closed her eyes.
Magic poured out from her Spirit Core, converging along the veins of her light wings to the center of the cannon barrel.
The dark energy sphere began to expand inside the cannon barrel.
This time, its power will be no less than the time when it clashed with Gilgamesh Noble Phantasm and won.
Faced with this attack, even the Bull of Heaven could only meet death.
Power building begins.
Two seconds.
It only takes two seconds.
On the battlefield.
Richard the Origami gathering its strength.
"No, we have to interrupt her!"
He rushed towards the Origami.
But before he arrived.
A distortion suddenly appeared in the air from another direction.
A figure emerged from the distortion.
They came from the east side of the city.
With crimson skin, a robust physique, and an aura of coldness that seemed to emanate from someone not of the living, his entire being exuded a chilling presence.
Alcides.
Or rather, Alcides ' soul acts through Bazdilot's body.
His gaze was fixed on the Origami that was gathering its strength in mid-air.
Then his gaze swept across the ground.
Beside a rock not far from him.
A sword was stuck in the ground.
Germanic-style longsword. The matte gray blade is adorned with serpentine forging patterns, and features a plain iron handguard wrapped in dark brown, old tanned leather.
Alcides reached out his hand without hesitation.
" The Usurper of the Heavenly Wind "
An invisible force field emanated from his palm, enveloping the longsword.
The sword flew up from beside the rock and flew towards him.
During flight, the sword's shape began to change.
It was taken into his Spirit Origin.
It became a part of him.
After understanding the sword's capabilities, Alcides ' lips curled into a slight smile.
Mimung, the Sword of Wayland.
Extreme sharpness.
Moreover, it contains no Divinity.
He instantly guessed that someone wanted to use him to defeat the silver-haired Archer.
"But it doesn't matter."
Anyway, she was always my target.
Origami is giving it its all in preparation for the Kadour.
This process wasn't very long.
It should only take about two seconds.
But for someone like Alcides, two seconds is enough for him to do a lot.
He moved.
The figure vanished from the spot in an instant.
It didn't even take a second.
His figure appeared behind Origami.
Origami sensed a sense of crisis coming from behind her.
She wanted to turn around.
Trying to dodge.
They wanted to interrupt the Kadour's charge-up.
But it was too late.
The Kadour's power has reached a point where it cannot be interrupted.
And Alcides ' attack had already arrived.
This attack showed absolutely no mercy.
The Sword of Wayland was swung from his hand.
He used this sword-type Noble Phantasm to unleash his signature move.
" Nine Lives."
The blade of light transformed into the form of a ferocious beast.
First strike.
Slash at the vest part of the Origami.
Ashcroft's shield blocked the attack.
"Bang!"
The second blow followed immediately.
"Bang!"
The power of each attack doubles.
The third strike.
The fourth strike.
The fifth strike.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
The sixth strike.
Cracks have appeared on the surface of the protective shield.
The seventh strike.
The eighth strike.
The protective shield shattered completely.
The pale blue fragments dissipated in the air.
The ninth strike.
It was also the final, fatal blow.
The blade of Sword of Wayland pierced through the now-defunct protective shield and struck Origami's Astral Dress.
The Astral Dress had been cut open.
It extends from the vest all the way to the waist.
The blade pierced straight into the Origami's body.
Cut the Origami's Spirit Core.
Time seemed to slow down at that moment.
Origami's vision went black.
All sound disappeared.
The roar of thunder, the shock of explosions, the sound of wind, and the sound of breathing.
She lost consciousness.
But her body did not fall to the ground.
It continued to float in mid-air, like an empty shell from which its soul had been ripped away.
Alcides retrieved the Sword of Wayland.
He looked at the Origami floating in mid-air before him, his brows furrowing slightly.
The Spirit Core was severed.
For Servant, having their Spirit Core severed means death.
This is an ironclad rule.
But why didn't this silver-haired Archer fall?
Why is my body still floating?
Although Alcides was somewhat puzzled, he still decided to deliver another blow.
To ensure the other party's complete death.
He raised the Sword of Wayland.
Then:
An unexpected change occurred.
From the shattered Spirit Core behind the Origami, a surge of dark energy erupted.
It is not any form of energy as understood by Alcides.
It was something he had never experienced before.
Extreme evil and darkness.
It's like the abyss itself flowing outwards.
Dark energy surged forth like a living thing, reconnecting the shattered Spirit Core.
The shattered Spirit Core slowly healed under the influence of dark energy.
Immediately afterwards, the same dark energy surged from the wound on Origami's back, beginning to repair the gaps in her Astral Dress.
The wound is healing.
The Astral Dress is being reconstructed.
However, the reconstructed Astral Dress is no longer the original color.
The originally white Astral Dress gradually turned black, starting from the edges of the wound.
It looked like white cloth had been stained with ink.
Starting from the tear in the vest, black spread across the entire body.
Within seconds.
The entire Astral Dress changed from pure white to pure black.
Even the crown-like ring on its head turned dark.