Ex-Machina in Dimensional Travel

As she spoke, a black longbow appeared in Atalanta's hand. It seemed that she was ready for battle.

And her companion behind her, Achilles, also took out his weapon.

"Is it the Black Servant?"

Achilles said this with a look of eagerness for battle on his face.

"I don't know, but it's probably true, after all..."

However, before Atalanta could finish her words, a pillar of light suddenly appeared in the distance, interrupting her conversation with Achilles.

"That is?!"

In this night, such a bright and magical "pillar of light" undoubtedly attracted the attention of the two.

"This magical power, could it be..."

Achilles didn't finish his words, but the unspoken words were already clear to both of them.

He stared at the "pillar of light" rising into the sky, and his expression gradually revealed a sense of "excitement".

"It's a Noble Phantasm."

Atalanta continued where her companion had left off.

There was no doubt that the moment they saw the beam of light, they understood that its essence was the Noble Phantasm of a certain Servant.

As for which servant's Noble Phantasm it is, sorry, this question is beyond the scope.

At this moment, Atalanta's animal ears suddenly twitched, and she heard a sudden sound in the air.

"Wind..." She felt the sudden night breeze. The gentle night breeze brushed her cheeks, allowing her thoughts to relax for a moment.

But the next second, the gentle breeze quickly turned into a strong wind that was so strong that it hurt.

Atalanta, who was originally crouching on a tree branch and observing the distant beam of light, did what she thought was the most reasonable thing at the moment when she noticed the change.

dodge.

The moment the idea came to her mind, Atalanta followed her heart and rushed forward recklessly.

The next second after her body left the spot, an attack fell from the sky and landed on the place where she had just stood, and instantly destroyed the branch, the big tree, and all the trees within a radius of 100 meters.

During this period, because Atalanta had already dodged forward, her body was in the air and she was unable to run out of the attack range in time.

But the strong wind that came with the attack hit his back and "pushed" her body out of the attack range.

Atalanta did not panic during the process. The moment she was pushed by the strong wind, she immediately made preparations for landing.

After a perfect landing and rolling loss, she regained her footing on the ground and had the opportunity to look back and check the situation.

What came into view was the forest within a radius of half a meter, which had turned into an abrupt flat land due to the previous attack.

At the center of the circle, the big tree where she had originally stood had disappeared, and even the debris was blown away by the strong wind caused by the attack.

In place of the tree was an unusually large and strange lance.

Her companion Achilles was nowhere to be found, but she was not worried about her companion's safety. After all, although she didn't know who the attacker was, the attack was obviously directed at her.

Achilles, who was already more than a body length away from him, probably reacted in time to resist the impact.

Now, the strange wind that came with the attack all gathered around the lance, forming a small tornado with the lance as the center, making it impossible for Atalanta to see the scenery inside.

Atalanta, who had simply understood the current situation, had a few drops of cold sweat on her forehead.

Just because she briefly analyzed the power of the attack, she realized that if she had not avoided it just now, she would probably have been pierced through the whole body by the attack from the top of her head.

She did not possess a strong enough defensive Noble Phantasm like other servants. If she had not dodged that attack just now, she would have been in great danger.

But even now that she had dodged the attack, she did not show an expression of having survived a disaster. Her eyes were fixed on the wind field in the center of the clearing.

She sensed a strong sense of crisis from the wind field.

"A black servant?"

Such a powerful attack made Atalanta have this idea at the first time, but after all, she had not seen the true appearance of the attacker, so she would not directly confirm her guess.

What if the Black side has a powerful magician master?

Although it is hard to imagine that a magus powerful enough to compete with Servants would participate in the Holy Grail War, the probability is not zero, right?

But even so, she wouldn't really just stand there and wait for the enemy to show up. After all, as an Archer, she was also a Servant without a defensive Noble Phantasm.

After briefly confirming the attacker's possible location, Atalanta immediately turned around and ran deep into the forest.

Regardless of whether the enemy has a large-scale AOE attack, she should avoid exposing herself to the enemy's field of vision.

As for how her position was exposed just now, she no longer cared. The most important thing at the moment was to quickly run into the woods with plenty of shelters.

As for her companion Achilles, she believed that her companion must be safe and sound. After all, her companion was the mythical Achilles.

----

"Cough cough cough...."

Amidst the debris of branches and branches on the ground, Achilles slowly coughed out the smoke and dust he had inhaled into his lungs.

click -

After pushing away the thick tree trunk that was pressing on him, Achilles, who was unharmed but covered in dust, was able to stand up and look at the huge lance wrapped in the wind in the open space.

"Attack?"

This is the only possibility.

"Oh, that's interesting."

Achilles, who immediately understood the situation, gripped his weapon tightly. After sensing the presence of someone in the raging wind, a desire for battle appeared on his face.

It was a powerful attack, and even he almost didn't notice the speed. It seemed that he was a good opponent.

After a few seconds, the violent hurricane gradually subsided, revealing the figure submerged in it.

Achilles just watched all this quietly, and when the short figure appeared in his eyes, there was a hint of surprise on his face.

"Child?"

After seeing the size of the person coming, Achilles subconsciously had this impolite thought in his mind.

But he did not underestimate this seemingly petite visitor. After all, it was obvious that the attack on him and others came from the other party.

"It seems you are the attacker."

"..."

In response to Achilles' question, the other party did not respond, but raised his right hand and grasped the handle of the giant lance that was half buried in the ground.

After drawing his lance with a seemingly disdainful gesture, he raised the lance, which was extremely large for him, and looked at Achilles who was standing not far away.

"Heh, it seems like you're the type who doesn't like to talk?"

Facing the indifference from his enemy, Achilles did not care. Since the other party did not want to chat with him, he was happy to save his breath.

"In that case, without further ado, come...?!"

Before he could finish his words, the other person's figure suddenly disappeared from his sight.

call--

A strange sound of air being cut came to his ears, and Achilles, who had already taken a fighting stance, moved subconsciously.

In an instant, the black spear danced in his hand and collided with the lance that was stabbing at his waist.

boom----! ! !

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Chapter 28: Fighting

"I say, is there something wrong with this Holy Grail War?"

Mordred looked at the distant scenery with a blank face, her words full of confusion about the current situation, which made her confused brain subconsciously ask someone next to her who acted as an external brain.

The man named Shizijie was also looking at the flames rising into the sky in the distance, and the pillar of light that suddenly rose from the ground on the other side. The expression on his face was no less serious.

"Even if you ask me, I still don't know what happened in this Holy Grail War."

When answering Mordred's questions, his words were full of confusion about the current situation.

This master and servant pair, who acted alone, had just experienced a beating on the first night and now encountered something that puzzled them once again.

"No, no, no, if I remember correctly, the Holy Grail War should be secret, right?!"

Even the radical Mordred, who previously held the view that the Holy Grail War should be fought with abandon, was puzzled by the current situation.

It is easy to imagine how the conservative Lion Jie Jieli feels.

"That direction, I remember it was the town where we met the priest during the day, right?"

Mordred looked at the fire in the sky and scolded the sinner who created this scene.

"That church, if I remember correctly, is located in a residential area. How could they start a war there? How could they do that?!"

After all, even this rebellious knight who would do anything to win would not point his weapon at unrelated weak civilians.

Pointing weapons at helpless civilians was an act that even Mordred found shameful.

Unlike the resentful Mordred, her Master, Lion Jie, was analyzing the current situation relatively calmly.

"Calm down, Saber. Even if you get mad here, you can't change this fact."

The eyes behind the sunglasses secretly observed Mordred's reaction. After the rebellious knight's emotions stabilized a little, he continued:

"For such a serious incident, I believe the church will have specialized personnel to handle it. Our current mission is to infiltrate the Black Party's territory as quickly as possible."

"Since you are angry that the other side involved civilians in the attack, then vent that anger on the enemy."

"Tsk, I would do the same without you telling me!"

"......Ah."

Looking at Mordred who was so eager to fight, Lion Jie raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

However, even such a small movement was still noticed by Mordred.

She was originally in a rage, so naturally she didn't have a good face towards her master who was smiling for no reason.

"Why, what are you laughing at?"

"No, nothing..."

"what?!"

Before Mordred began to vent his dissatisfaction, in order to avoid his actions being misunderstood, Lion Jie immediately gave an explanation.

"I just didn't expect that you would care about those unrelated civilians."

"Forehead......?"

Hearing this, Mordred, who had originally misunderstood that the Master was making fun of him and was about to explode, was stunned.

"Isn't this natural? What are you laughing at?"

She looked at the other person's expression suspiciously, but unfortunately Shizijie had good expression management and did not show much expression when he said this.

In addition, his eyes were hidden behind sunglasses, making it difficult for Mordred to determine what the other party meant.

"I just think that it's quite remarkable that you can refer to ordinary people as 'the people' and genuinely worry about their safety."

"what?"

Although Lion Robbery gave an explanation in time, Mordred still did not understand the meaning of his words.

"By the way, how's your recovery going?"

Without giving Mordred time to think, after calming his companion's emotions, Lion Jie immediately changed the topic elsewhere.

And his words were not just to change the subject, he was really asking whether Mordred's body had recovered.

"How should I put it, that weird feeling still hasn't gone away."

Modred waved her arms a few times. According to her perception, there was always something that made her feel uncomfortable in her arms that had fully recovered.

"But it's not to the extent that it will affect the battle."

"Yeah......"