Super God: If I punch you, you will die

The problem lies with Fiore, the Master. Due to the corruption of her magic circuits, she is paralyzed in both legs. Normally, she shouldn't even be able to stand, and there's no space here to put a wheelchair. Yet, she is still able to be in that place. However, she isn't standing there.

Her legs were dangling in the air. A metal arm extended from behind her, and it was this arm that kept her body firmly in place.

“Master, it seems that ‘Black’ Assassin has decided to retreat.”

"Then let's proceed as planned and switch to the battle against 'Red' Saber. Archer, I'm counting on you to face Saber. I will be fighting her Master, Shishikage Kairi."

If she could, she would love to take down both "Black" Assassin and "Red" Saber with that last attack. But if asked which should be dealt with first, "Black" Assassin or "Red" Saber, the answer would undoubtedly be Saber. After all, Saber is already gone, so eliminating "Red" Saber here would be the best possible outcome.

"Master, please don't push yourself."

"Yes, I know."

According to Archer's estimation, Saber's Master, Shishikai Kairi, and his own Master, Fiore, are roughly equal in strength. Shishikai has the advantage in experience, while Fiore possesses superior talent. The outcome will depend on who can better adapt to changing circumstances.

Saber's furious gaze pierced Archer, revealing a strikingly young and beautiful face. However, having witnessed the lives of many heroes, Archer knew perfectly well that she undoubtedly possessed the appearance of a hero.

A surge of fiery passion welled up from the depths of his heart—Archer couldn't help but smile wryly. It seemed he was still a hot-blooded, blond-haired youth—or perhaps it was because he had been summoned in his prime? Archer now felt an urge to cast aside everything and fight to his heart's content, a feeling that even surprised himself.

Saber exchanged a fleeting glance with Lion's Lair, then immediately launched an attack on Archer. It probably wouldn't take her more than ten seconds to reach the Clock Tower.

Upon seeing this, Fiore immediately bypassed Saber and moved towards the direction of Lion's Den.

Saber's gaze fell on Fiore for a moment, but at that moment, Archer, as if not allowing her to be distracted, fired an arrow.

Saber deflected the arrow with her sword, and in doing so, made her decision. She no longer looked at Fiore, and launched a direct attack on Archer—

It takes Saber a total of five seconds to recover from Archer's attack. However, by the time those five seconds have elapsed, Assassin has already retreated.

A gasp—the frustration of not being able to eliminate her, and the resulting hatred for Archer who stood in her way, caused Saber to contort her face in fury.

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"Master, which one should we attack: the escaped Assassin or the Archer there? My suggestion is to deal with the Archer who's smugly sitting on the Clock Tower first."

Faced with Saber pointing her sword at the Clock Tower and posing this question, Shishio could only scratch his head helplessly. No matter how he answered, the outcome was already decided by her. Besides, tracking down the fleeing Assassin was already quite difficult. After all, she possessed the "Presence Concealment" skill; if he couldn't see her, he was helpless.

"Weren't you already prepared for a major battle with Archer? Well, that's the right thing to do. I'll handle Master."

"I'm sorry, Master. I'll go and take care of Archer then."

Saber's face lit up with joy. She also caught Archer reloading his arrow. Full speed alone wasn't enough. However—

Saber possesses the skill "Magic Release". After removing her Noble Phantasm helmet, the magical energy surrounding her increases dramatically, allowing her to instantly unleash a burst of magical energy for explosive acceleration.

"Alright... Saber, go ahead!"

"Um!!"

Upon hearing Lion's Roar, Saber immediately took a powerful step forward. She was like a cannonball in human form, hurtling towards the archers who were originally quite far away.

Archer didn't move. Saber glanced briefly at Archer's Master, who was bypassing him and moving towards Lion's Den. But, as if forbidding him from doing so, Archer instantly fired an arrow.

Saber knocked the arrow away with her sword and laughed.

It's nothing, don't worry, Archer. I just wanted to get rid of you.

Archer's Master will be dealt with by her own Master, Shishio. He certainly won't be defeated—Saber was slightly surprised by her own certainty. Until now, she had never placed any trust in magicians. She had always thought of them as a bunch of incredibly twisted, shut-in types. No, in fact, almost all the magicians she had encountered were like that.

However, it turns out that there are indeed magicians in the world who share the same interests. They're the kind who charge forward recklessly, with nine parts offense and one part defense.

In fact, the catalyst used to summon me was a fragment of the Round Table. That means that among the Knights of the Round Table, it wouldn't be surprising if any of them appeared—even Lancelot, who insulted his father, or that hateful honor student Gawain.

Despite all this, it was she who was ultimately summoned. She pondered the meaning of it. She had long felt that she needed to find time to think about this, even if it was just to obtain the Holy Grail.

At this moment, Saber interrupted these unnecessary thoughts. The number of steps required to reach the sixty-meter-high clock tower was twelve, not by climbing with both hands and feet, but by running up the ninety-degree outer wall with both feet.

Archer was now almost upon him. His appearance was obvious, and even his expression was clearly visible. He was a handsome man with refined features, clad in leather armor. Ah, that explained it; indeed, it was the attire befitting an archer. However, at such close range, Archer was likely helpless.

Archery is an excellent means of long-range sniping. Even compared to modern firearms, it retains the significant advantage of being able to fire silently. Of course, to hit a target with an arrow requires unimaginable rigorous training and a considerable degree of talent. However, as a Heroic Spirit summoned by the Archer class, one cannot lack these necessary conditions. As long as one stands at a distance, the Archer class is virtually invincible.

Archery, of course, also has several drawbacks. First, it is almost impossible to fire continuously. Second, the trajectory of the arrow can easily reveal the archer's location. Third, archers are very vulnerable at close range.

Saber was certain of his victory, which was only natural. Now that things had come to this point, the archers were helpless—or so it should have been.

Archer remained calm and composed in the face of Saber's fierce attack, reloading an arrow with ease.

The arrow was aimed at Saber's face as she charged down from below, but she deflected it with her sword held in both hands.

"Gotcha, Archer...!"

There was no time to reload the next arrow. Just like the Assassin before, Saber was certain she could finish off her opponent with a single blow.

However, Archer, also a battle-hardened Heroic Spirit, made an action that defied Saber's intuition. On that tiny, immeasurably narrow foothold, he didn't hesitate—leaping into the air.

Faced with the speechless Saber, Archer, as he landed, had already loaded a second arrow and fired it at her, aiming for her thickest armor section—her chest. However, the arrows fired by Archer—Chiron of Sagittarius—possessed an area capable of killing everything.

The arrow, imbued with starlight, forcefully pierced Saber's armor. Something cold burrowed into her shoulder, followed by a dizzying, excruciating pain that coursed through her body. Fortunately, she was wearing heavy armor, and the arrow, aimed at her chest, veered off course and stabbed into her shoulder.

However, this was hardly a consolation for Saber, who was convinced of her victory.

"You...you bastard...!!"

Saber, fueled by her anger, dispelled the throbbing pain that spread from her shoulder throughout her body. Without hesitation, she unleashed a "Bullet Drop" attack with "Magic Release" at the falling Archer!

Like a fallen star—Archer thought. Though it could hardly be called beautiful, it was precisely its overwhelming and intense power that gave its light an alluring charm.

So that's how it is. Saber is indeed a powerful Heroic Spirit. To instantly turn around and counterattack after being hit by that attack, one must possess an intense will capable of ignoring that pain and impact.

A fraction of a second later—as he lands—Sabrina will likely unleash a fatal strike. So, how can he defend against such an attack?

Of course, archery was out of the question. There was no sword, no spear, not even a bow, nothing to ride, and no way to go berserk. Magic and short swords were useless against this powerful offensive.

Just before falling sixty meters and hitting the ground, Archer pushed off the ground with one foot and shifted his body slightly to the side.

He stretched out his arms. Saber, who had roared in, noticed his incredible movement, but she had no time to think about it at the moment.

A strike that concentrates all the body's strength, coupled with the explosive acceleration achieved through "mana release," makes it arguably the most powerful strike under normal circumstances, except for the release of Noble Phantasms.

However, Archer took a shocking—or, to borrow Saber's words, "crazy"—action in the face of an attack that would undoubtedly be fatal if it hit him.

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He stretched out his hands and grabbed Saber's arms before she could even draw her sword. The moment his wrist was gripped, his nerves went into overdrive. He abruptly stopped the slash just as it touched her shoulder, showing no sign of slowing his charge, but instead subtly shifting his weight—

The moment Saber realized what the move was, her body was thrown backwards into the air. Although it was somewhat similar to a judo back throw, because her wrist joints were controlled, it was a completely merciless throw.

Archer...Chiron was the foremost sage among the centaurs. He learned medicine and music from Apollo, the sun god, and hunting from Artemis, the goddess. He received instruction from the gods. Therefore, young heroes gathered around him, learning various skills and martial arts from him.

Swords, spears, and bows—in addition, Chiron was certainly adept at fighting bare-handed. It was a complete martial art that combined boxing and wrestling techniques.

This is what the ancient Greek word for Pankration refers to—the oldest form of mixed martial arts in the world.

"Gurgle...!!"

Slammed heavily onto the weapon called the earth, Saber's eyes widened at the intense impact that coursed through her very being. For several seconds, her entire body was paralyzed as if bound by chains. This was an extremely dangerous situation—yet, despite Saber's fall to the ground, Archer did not deliver the final blow, but instead crouched down with a pained expression. The blade that struck her shoulder, while not fatal, was still an extremely heavy blow.

The force should have been less intense closer to the hilt, so Archer initially estimated he would only be cut into his leather armor. However, this estimate was far too naive. Despite ideally withstanding Saber's attack, the wound on his shoulder was far deeper than he had imagined.

Archer realized he probably wouldn't be able to move his right arm until he used healing magic to repair it—meaning he couldn't use the bow. He couldn't help but smile bitterly. He had thought he had cornered his opponent, but instead, he was the one in the predicament. The decisive opportunity he had gained had instead pushed him into this fatal situation.

He made his decision without hesitation. No matter what he did, no matter how he fought, he couldn't think of any way to deliver a fatal blow in this state. To effectively utilize the less than three seconds before Saber stood up, retreating was probably the best course of action.

Therefore, Archer decided to report the current situation to Fiore, who was currently engaged in fierce fighting, and at the same time request a retreat.

Necromancers begin their training by confronting their own death. They cast illusions upon themselves, observing their own body gradually decaying time and again. The reflection in the mirror slowly rots and decomposes—they must become accustomed to this process. They face death, embrace death, and recognize the coexistence of life and death.

Necromancy is the art of controlling death.

Shishigai Kairi waited for her arrival while smoking. He didn't activate either his detection barrier or his defensive barrier, displaying a completely unguarded attitude.

Of course, Lion's Robbery also understood perfectly well that if her opponent was her, all those things would be utterly meaningless. At this point, setting up barriers would simply be a waste of magic power and resources.

Lion Robber noticed a slight change in the wind direction and immediately threw away the lit cigarette butt.

He looked up at the sky and called out to the girl floating there:

"So, the self-introduction can be omitted, right?"

The man laughed. The girl smiled back.

The location was in a slightly narrow alleyway sandwiched between two buildings. Fiore Holwich Yggdrasil was piercing the exterior wall of the building with two "arms" extending from her back. The "arms" had a smooth, hard feel to them, and looked quite like spider limbs—Lion's Burrow thought to himself.

"Probably. After all, it's impossible for us not to know each other's names. But, may I give you a warning first?"

"Please say."

"Leave this place immediately, necromancer. Every inch of this land belongs to the Yggdrasil (Yogdorirenia). I can overlook your rudeness in trespassing. But if you ignore this warning, you will pay for your foolishness with your life."

"Oh...so, do you really think I'll listen?"

Upon hearing Lion's words, Fiore replied with a broad smile:

"No. But if I don't make a declaration first, it will be difficult for me to make up my mind."

"I see," Lion's Claw smiled bitterly. Conversely, it meant that once a declaration was made—that he wouldn't hesitate to kill himself?

Of course, Lion's Robbery had no intention of heeding the warning. His answer was to reach for the shotgun in his holster. Instantly, the magical density in the surrounding area began to increase dramatically.

Both sides were now too exhausted to engage in further verbal sparring. Fiore knew that Lion's Robber was a free magician with far more combat experience than herself. Lion's Robber, in turn, knew that Fiore Holwich Yggdrasil was a genius destined to become the next head of the Yggdrasilian clan.

This person uses necromancy. However, it's not simply about turning the dead into ghouls to be controlled. For example, the gun he's holding…

The magic used by this little girl is spirit summoning and ergonomics... I think it's called something like a connection-enhancing magic costume.

What suddenly dispelled the tension between them was the metal lid of a nearby trash can. The lid, whistling as it fell to the ground, released a burst of pent-up tension. Lion Robber expertly drew his slack shotgun, while Fiore decisively leaped into the air.

Pull the trigger—a bullet crafted from a severed magician's finger can track the magician's aura and strike at their forehead.

"The Guardian's Tin Arm, respond to the command."

Aiming precisely at the opponent's head, a sure-kill magic bullet with no chance of dodging. Faced with a magic bullet whose only fate was to pierce the forehead, the arm that reached out from behind her grabbed it without hesitation.

Lion's surprise lasted only a moment. With swift movements, he retreated and hid behind a car parked by the roadside. Two prosthetic arms extended from her back, splitting into two. Her "arms," ​​now four in total, had two serving as her proxy feet, embedded in the stone floor, while the other two faced Lion's front, their jaws agape like a snake making a threatening gesture.

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"The iron arm of war, the order to fire."

With a sound like bullets being fired, "light bullets" shot out from its opening. These "light bullets," no less powerful than bullets, instantly shattered the stone slab at Lion's feet.

"Ugh, damn it. That arm can do anything...!"

Despite being just as skilled as the Lion Robber, he used the car as a shield, withstanding the barrage of cursed bullets that resembled machine gun fire. He discarded the spent cartridges and retrieved new bullets from his pouch, reloading the vehicle.

After firing a distracting shot, Lion's Robbery took out a modified owl eyeball and threw it through a gap in the car. After attaching it to his right eye, he began to observe his opponent. First, he re-examined her Mystic Code.

According to the personal information Lion Robber obtained beforehand, she should have had the disadvantage of being unable to move her feet due to the alteration of her magic circuits.

However, in the face of such a Mystic Code, that flaw was simply not a problem at all. To her, the Mystic Code was practically an exceptionally good pair of hands and feet. Although it was only subsonic, the fact that she could easily catch the magic bullets she fired meant that she also had an unparalleled advantage in terms of precision movements.

Its autonomous defense reaction speed is almost perfect, probably comparable to the Moon Spirit Essence Liquid of the maid-type magical puppet carried by the "princess" of the El-Melloi family.

Nevertheless, given that one is made of mercury and the other of a metal arm, it would probably be quite difficult to counter attacks like broadsword mines that attack on a surface rather than a point.

"So, this is what you're going to use?"

Shiki took the magician's heart from the inside pocket of his coat. This organ, with the magician's teeth and nails embedded inside, was perfectly suited as a weapon against a magician. The scattered teeth and nails contained a resentful magical power; once they entered the body, they would produce an effect similar to a "Gandr" (a type of magical energy projectile). However, probably because he was already dead, the effect was several times stronger.

Simply put, teeth and nails will rot and dissolve once they penetrate the skin.

After the muscle fibers, which acted as a safety device, were pulled out, the previously stopped heart instantly began to beat again. Lion Robber had already pinpointed her location through the owl's eyes. Still hiding behind the car, Lion Robber used the sharp airflow to throw the heart grenade into a perfect position.

"Woo——!!"

If Shishigake made a single mistake, it was that he had used this move in a small-scale battle with the androids, thus allowing Fiore to witness it. After thoroughly examining the recovered android corpses and inferring its power and effect from its state of decay, she realized it was a deadly attack method.

"A thunderous, leaden arm crushed them!"

The metal arm that had been supporting her body in place of her right leg suddenly deformed into a flat, shovel-like shape, instantly crushing the rolling heart from above. Teeth and nails that should have scattered in the blast were buried beneath, completely unable to harm Fiore's body.

However, for Lion's Robbery, buying this precious moment was far more important. He got into the vehicle that had been used as a shield, took the spare key from the sun visor, and quickly started the engine.

Just as Fiore turned around in surprise at the piercing sound, the car, with the accelerator pressed, suddenly lurched forward and ran over her head-on.

Seriously! This person is so reckless! Fiore, who grabbed the hood of the car, wasn't seriously injured because the four prosthetic arms protected her in the critical moment.

However, if she continued like this, she might get hit by the car and crash into a wall or something. So, she used her prosthetic arm to insert into the hood and lifted herself up. Lion Robber in the driver's seat made eye contact with her—in order to throw her off, Lion Robber swerved the steering wheel sharply to the left.

However, Fiore's two prosthetic arms pierced through the hood and firmly secured her body, while her remaining two arms tore off the roof along with the windshield.

Despite being caught off guard, Lion's Robbery had somehow already drawn his shortened shotgun. He gave a knowing smile—and stepped on the gas. Fiore, who was clinging to the hood with her prosthetic arm, was thrown off balance by the unexpected recoil.