Super God: If I punch you, you will die

At the same time, she felt that the android who had completely stolen Rider's heart was utterly hateful.

Since the "Black" Rider was summoned, Sereniko has had something she could never have, no matter how much she longed for it.

That must be what is called love. Affection, tenderness, and the joy derived from it—this was a feeling that Serenico found completely incomprehensible.

Why doesn't he throw this at himself? It's hateful, considering he only has a life as fragile as a mayfly.

She had originally intended to conduct a thorough search. Serene not only possessed exceptional magical abilities, but also exhibited a tenacity unmatched by anyone else in the Yggdrasilian race. Now, to her, the homunculus was no different from a pest. And not just any pest, but one that had to be completely eradicated, completely eliminated.

However, it's impossible to go to such lengths just to find a single android. Using Serenico's dark magic, finding him isn't entirely out of the question. But this would require a considerable amount of preparation, and the most critical problem is that the missing android is also a skilled magician.

As the saying goes, even a mouse with nowhere to run will bite a cat; it's no joke if it ends up being bitten back. As for the issue of androids, we'll have to wait until this war is over before discussing it further.

Seeing Rider's distressed expression only fueled her urge to do the more outrageous things. She longed to ravage him, to humiliate him, to plunge him into despair—a wicked impulse that Serene barely managed to suppress. As long as this war ended, as long as they won it, everything would be alright.

After defeating the "Red" side, he simply gave up his desire and the fight, and used the three Command Seals to torture Rider to death.

Perhaps she was too anxious, because as she was walking, she bumped into an android with a "bang". The boy who was delivering meals had a blank look in his eyes, bowed his head and said "I'm sorry".

"Let's use him," Serenico decided.

"You, come with me for a moment."

Homunculi have no right to refuse, and Sereneko, being a servant to a homunculi, certainly shows no mercy. Furthermore, consumption is a virtue of magicians.

So Serenico decided to vent her pent-up frustration with a kind of morbid entertainment that even magicians would look down on.

The world is truly full of wonders.

Roche Freyne Yggdomilenia sighed. He ran his fingers through his curly hair, trying to clear his jumbled thoughts.

Saber from his side was eliminated, and by suicide no less. He had initially thought that Heroic Spirits were more rational beings, but now it seemed that this was not the case.

"This is absolutely ridiculous, really."

This was originally a battle that should have been easily won.

With a lineup of "Black" Lancer, "Black" Saber, "Black" Archer, and himself and Caster—he was confident he could defeat any opponent. More accurately, he was confident he could create a puppet to defeat his adversary.

The Masters of the "Black" faction have far underestimated the puppets. Of course, the puppets were indeed shattered by "Red" Saber's attack. However, those were merely puppets used as sentinels. While their abilities weren't inferior to other puppets, their primary purpose was reconnaissance and reporting, not combat. Puppets capable of unleashing their true combat abilities would not have been so easily defeated.

Of course, she will eventually be defeated, but there are hundreds of puppets. If there were only ten or twenty puppets, Saber might not be injured, but what would happen if she were attacked by more than a hundred puppets in succession?

Although he knew perfectly well that this was just wishful thinking, the possibility was definitely not low.

However, in reality, expecting to capture Saber alive using a puppet is far too much—a fact he himself is well aware of.

The problem lies with Caster's anti-army Noble Phantasm, "Crown of Wisdom." Of course, it's speculated that this Noble Phantasm should also be a puppet. However, Caster is inexplicably unwilling to specify its exact form.

That's because I'm still immature—but that's probably how it is. However, from his words, it's entirely possible to deduce that it's a being with a gigantic body. And then, Caster even said something like that to himself.

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That puppet is definitely not invincible.

Instead, it must be marked with the method by which it was killed.

The puppets I create will come to life. And because of this, they will also die.

The magic of puppetry is not merely a spell to bring clay figures to life. The magic of puppetry is the creation of life... an imitation of primitive humans.

That was the object of Caster's view. For Roche, who was only concerned with how to create more powerful puppets, the impact of Caster's idea was enormous.

I really wanted to help him; if I couldn't, I at least hoped to be there to watch over him. Frankly, the Holy Grail War was just an inconvenience for Roche. However, without the struggle surrounding the Holy Grail, he wouldn't have been able to personally experience the miracle of summoning Heroic Spirits, and of course, he wouldn't have met "Black" Caster—Avicebron.

Therefore, fighting was unavoidable. However, he clearly wanted to learn more from him, but the Holy Grail War was far too short... For this reason, Roche had already made up his mind.

To give "Black" Caster a physical body—that was his wish. And Caster also had a wish he wanted to fulfill in the mortal world. Therefore, he would be content as long as he could help him.

"Black" Caster listened to Roche's wish and said "thank you." His indifferent attitude remained unchanged, and his teaching style did not soften as a result.

However, only mutual understanding is possible. Just grasping this point was already a great achievement for Roche.

Until now, he had never imagined that communicating with others could be so interesting. Especially since the other person was someone he genuinely respected, making the feeling even stronger. Roche's parents had always been indifferent to him. No, although the Freyne family tradition involved raising children with puppets, which was unavoidable, he hadn't felt any love from his parents in any other aspect.

Perhaps that's necessary for a magician. Love for one's family can sometimes become an obstacle to the pursuit of magic. If that's the case, then it's better not to give him that in the first place—at least that's the policy the Fraun family adheres to.

Moreover, Roche is the most talented child since he was incorporated into the Yggdmillennia clan.

Roche himself shared this understanding. When he was deciphering the many esoteric books passed down from his ancestors with painstaking effort, he found it incredible that so much ink was spent explaining such simple things.

Then, the genius was summoned. Roche was immediately captivated by him, and soon regarded him as an object of worship. He was a super genius on the same level as himself... no, perhaps just deliberately lowering his status to match his own.

To think I would command him would be utterly disrespectful. I am the one who must accept his guidance. And one day in the future, I will surely witness with my own eyes the fulfillment of his wishes.

To achieve this goal, I'm willing to do anything. If lives are needed, I'll find them for him, no matter how many. Even if it harms the interests of my clan, I'm happy to do it.

Because there's no other way. All of this is something we have to do to help our teacher achieve... to help us realize our dreams—

Oh my god, that's terrifying.

Koles Holwich Yggdomernia, the eldest son of the Holwich family of the Yggdomernia clan, was walking down the corridor, replaying the scene in his mind, and trembling involuntarily.

Close behind him was his Servant, "Black" Berserker. Like a ghost haunting him, it always felt a little too close.

What he feared was not the enemy, but his own Servant—"Black" Lancer.

Koles still doesn't quite understand what exactly happened, but he roughly knows that there was some problem between Master Gerd and "Black" Saber.

As a result, Saber was eliminated before even fighting. It was a nightmare scenario. She had previously captured the "Red" Berserker and brought her Servant count to seven by changing Masters. Although she hadn't yet joined forces with the Assassin, she at least had the advantage in combat strength—and just when she thought that, she found herself in this predicament.

Of course, "Black" Lancer immediately flew into a rage upon hearing the report. He was practically in a frenzy. Faced with his ferocious aura, even the cold-blooded dark magician Serenico was terrified. To be honest, he almost felt it was a miracle that he was still alive.

That is a Heroic Spirit, that is a Servant. Moreover, Lancer is Vlad III, who was famous for his tyrannical rule and piercing, a man who did not hesitate to pierce even his own noble relatives.

On the other hand, it was equally astonishing that none of the Servants who gathered showed the slightest fear. It was understandable that Archer, Berserker, and Caster, as third parties, remained nonchalant. However, Rider, who should have been the person directly involved, remained calm despite Lancer's fury… and even seemed to be laughing happily.

Feeling no fear in that situation, but instead smiling—is this anomaly unique to "Black" Rider? Although Gerd desperately tried to defend himself, from Cowley's perspective, it can only be considered that he brought it upon himself.

Unfortunately, their side lost "Black" Saber.

However, Koles wasn't overly pessimistic about the matter itself. He'd heard that "Black" Saber's true identity was Siegfried, the great hero of the Netherlands. Despite being an invincible being who gained immortality by bathing in dragon's blood, he was also famously known for his tragic death, pierced by a linden leaf stuck to his back.

Then there's that previous incident—Gold, in a panic, attempted to force Saber to unleash her Noble Phantasm using a Command Spell, and his true name may have been revealed at that time. If the "Red" faction knew Siegfried's true name, they could certainly employ various countermeasures against him, rather than simply targeting his spine as a weakness.

Of course, even with a countermeasure, it's not guaranteed to be successfully implemented. But... in short, as long as the other side knows the real name, a countermeasure can definitely be found. The original plan was a tactic centered around "blacking" Saber, but if the real name is discovered, the plan will naturally need to be modified. However—on the other hand, the possibility that the real name hasn't been exposed is also very high.

As a result, this ambiguity would create chaos on the battlefield. That would be the worst-case scenario. The battlefield was already rife with chaos; adding such a disruptive element would only lead to unpredictable consequences. This kind of gamble was what Colles disliked most. Saber was indeed dead, but since it allowed a new order to be established, it might not be such a bad thing.

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They already had the advantage of terrain, and from the perspective of the Holy Grail War system, a prolonged battle was impossible. More importantly, this war in Torifas had already been announced to mages scattered throughout the world.

Indeed, for the Magic Association, which values ​​its reputation, the existence of this Milenia fortress for even a day, or even an hour, would be unbearable.

In that case, they could have simply dropped cluster bombs to destroy the fortress—but from the perspective of the Mage's Association, that was also an unacceptable tactic.

Honor, tradition, and custom... there are many things in the world that are beyond human control. Both the Mage's Association and the Yggdrasilian race are subject to such limitations.

It's easy to dismiss it with a simple "boring"—but Coles, as a bound being, understands firsthand that he is utterly powerless in this situation. This is what the world, this life, is all about.

"But it doesn't matter."

All I need to do is do what I'm supposed to do. If I die on the battlefield halfway through, that's my fate—that's the conclusion Coles drew.

"Ok?"

Perhaps bothered by his sudden muttering to himself, Berserker was staring at his face.

"Oh, sorry, it's nothing."

He sighed. Of course, even if she wanted to do what she was supposed to do—this Berserker alone was powerless to do so. Once she lost her rationality and stepped onto the battlefield, she could only desperately send out the enemy before her, regardless of the consequences.

In other words, she didn't need Calles's instructions at all.

Even so, this Berserker was a rare and fortunate type for Corles. After all, he hardly needed to supply her with magic. She could absorb the remaining magic on the battlefield, like a permanent mechanism, to continue fighting.

As long as there are artificial beings supplying mana, mana will not run out—that is indeed true, but their abilities are also limited. More importantly, even if we can ignore Saber's consumption for now, Coleus still has doubts about whether they can provide enough mana for the remaining seven Servants.

Some time after Berserker was summoned, Corles attempted a simulated battle without using her Noble Phantasm "Maiden's Chastity" to absorb magic power and without cutting off the magic power supply from the homunculus.

As a result, she felt dizzy after just a few swings of her warhammer. If this continued for another five minutes, she probably wouldn't even be able to stand up.

This is the true amount of magic Berserker consumes. For Corles, a third-rate magician recognized by himself and others, this burden is far too heavy.

However, since I possess the Noble Phantasm "The Virgin's Chastity," this unease can be dispelled. Of course, losing the Noble Phantasm would undoubtedly plunge me into crisis—but in that situation, I would already be helpless anyway.

Of course, if you ask whether she herself has any problems, then in reality, she does have quite a few...

Creak, creak… The familiar sound of a wheelchair reached his ears. Koles stopped thinking and looked ahead, only to see his older sister, Fiore Holwich Yggdrasil, right in front of him. The person pushing the wheelchair was none other than her Servant, “Black” Archer Chiron.

"elder sister?"

Coles was a little surprised and stopped in his tracks. It wasn't the fact that the Servant was pushing a wheelchair that bothered him. The problem lay in the black briefcase she was holding on her lap.

"Oh, Coles."

"Sister, are you going out with that dangerous thing in your hand?"

It seems that's indeed the case, she nodded with a serious expression.

“Yes, I plan to contact ‘Black’ Assassin and his Master.”

"Contact? But this kind of setup is a bit too exaggerated."

The item in Aurelia's suitcase was a connection-enhancing magical artifact she had conceived herself.

“While it’s fine to look at the computer, you should also take a good look at the local newspaper reports, Coles.”

Fiore frowned and complained to Colles. Colles casually replied, "Okay, okay," which only made Fiore's brow furrow more, but Archer gently pushed his wheelchair aside, interrupting her lecture.

"Really, I'll talk to you properly when I get back."

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you slowly when I get back."

"Really? Well then, I'm going out now. You'd better stay here and keep watch."

Fiore left with those words and departed with Archer. Watching her go, Corley sighed, but then Berserker tugged at his sleeve a few times.

Looking back, one could see her silver-gray and golden eyes, hidden by her long bangs, looking like flickering flames.

"What's wrong? Are you angry?"

She nodded twice.

It seems Berserker is angry. And who? Of course, it's Colles. But unfortunately, communicating with her is nearly impossible, so Colles has no idea what she's angry about.

"Is it about my sister?"

Colles made the remark casually, and Berserker immediately nodded in agreement. Although there was an element of guesswork involved, Colles managed to discern whether it meant affirmation or negation based on her reaction.

Back in their room, the two sat facing each other. While Corles sat in a chair, Berserker squatted on the floor. Corles' room was probably the most peculiar in the entire city of Milenia. Several magic books sat on the bookshelf, and a crystal ball sat on the table. Perhaps to set up a protective barrier, there were chess pieces in the corner of the room. All of this was relatively normal; the problem lay with the computer perched on the desk.

Despite Danic's frown, Gerd's mockery, and Fiore's sigh, he couldn't simply ignore science and technology. And unlike ten years ago, in this era, even magicians had to keep up with advanced information technology. Surprisingly, the one who, to some extent, corresponded to these technologies was the dark magician Serenico. It was rumored that she even used computer networks to conduct research on spellcasting.

"So that's what you mean? We were clearly destined to be rivals, but I was overwhelmed by his aura, so you're unhappy about it?"

Certainly. I see. Berserker's unease is by no means unfounded.

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"Hmm... Although it might not be very convincing for me to say this to a Servant, my older sister is a monster."

As Colles sighed, his gaze gradually shifted to one tinged with nostalgia. Despite his pronouncements that it was a "monster," a certain sense of pride in it was still subtly apparent.

"Of course, I'm not some idiot who would launch an attack with the mindset of defeat. More important than that, the battle with the 'Red' side is what I need to consider first. If Archer's statement is true, then their Rider is practically a cheat."

Only those who have inherited the bloodline of gods could possibly defeat a Heroic Spirit; this is truly an existence beyond the norm. Fortunately, the "Black" faction still has Archer. Although he was summoned as a Heroic Spirit and his rank was lowered, he is undoubtedly an existence who has inherited the bloodline of gods.

If they fail to summon him, their side is destined to lose. Of course, even if they can't defeat the Servant, they can still try killing the Master. However, for Berserkers and third-rate magicians, the chances of such a tactic succeeding are extremely low.

"I think you should know that you absolutely must not fight that Rider, understand?"

Berserker nodded vigorously upon hearing this. It seemed she had learned her lesson after the first battle. The attack method was completely unusable from the start, making it impossible to deal with the situation.

Fortunately, this is a group battle—Koles thought to himself. If it were a normal Holy Grail War… frankly, under any circumstances, he couldn't find any chance of winning. "The Maiden's Chastity" is a convenient, always-activated Noble Phantasm, but the "Lightning Tree of Crucifixion" released after the other complete restriction is lifted… because of its extraordinary power, the price to be paid is also extremely high.

The so-called price is death. When "Black" Berserker—Frankenstein—is completely unleashed and releases her Noble Phantasm at its maximum power, it will cease to function. After all, this is what was written on the blueprints left behind by Dr. Frankenstein, so it's impossible not to believe it.

Of course, she could unleash her Noble Phantasm without removing the restrictions, but that would greatly reduce its power. To avoid reckless use, Caulley specifically tested the power of activating the Noble Phantasm without removing the restrictions.

Set up a barrier in the forest during the day to prevent humans from approaching, and then have Berserker activate the Noble Phantasm after you have retreated to a safe position.