Super God: If I punch you, you will die

Sensing the danger, the four prosthetic arms immediately pierced the stone floor to absorb the impact. At that moment, Fiore understood the situation. In this state, she was unable to use her prosthetic arms to fight back.

Lion Robber in the driver's seat immediately drew his shotgun. Facing the approaching grim reaper, Fiore felt a chill run down her spine. Subsonic bullets hurtled towards her, and she couldn't think of a way to fight them off.

"not good……!?"

Suddenly, the shadow of a wild beast entered their field of vision.

"What!?"

The magic bullet shattered the beast's forehead, ending its mission. Fiore, momentarily stunned, heard someone hiding behind the building say:

"Sister, don't just stand there daydreaming!"

"Ah, uh, um!"

Fiore hurriedly stood up. The prosthetic arm was fully prepared to protect her. Upon receiving the order, the prosthetic arm unleashed a barrage of energy blasts to blast the car away.

While clicking his tongue in amazement, Lion Robber hid behind the car again, trying to deduce the other party's identity based on the calls he had just heard.

"Sister, sister, sister... could you be Colles Holwich Yggdmillenia!?"

"That's right!"

A response came from behind the building. This is troublesome—Lion's Lament thought. A magician must create a one-on-one or even more advantageous situation for himself. Fighting two magicians alone is an extremely foolish act.

According to the personal data obtained before the war, the younger brother was far less skilled in magic than his sister. However, even knowing this fact, fighting two against one was still an incredibly foolish act. Because lower magical ability does not mean the opponents are not good at combat.

On the contrary, magicians who "will do anything" to compensate for their lack of magic skills are more troublesome—Shiro-kun understands this very well. Moreover, this isn't a magic competition, but a war—an arena for mutual slaughter. No matter how much of an advantage one has in magic, death equals defeat.

"Come out here! How about you introduce yourself like a magician, with a proper and respectable air?!"

0142 Provocation [Please Subscribe]

In response to Lion's Robbery's provocation, Coles replied:

"I refuse! Go introduce yourself somewhere else, you muscleman!"

"What should I do after such a strong rejection?" Lion's Lament pondered. The situation had suddenly become a stalemate. If he recklessly launched an attack, he would undoubtedly be locked in close combat with Fiore. Frankly, he had no confidence in defeating her in close combat. Even with his physically trained body, he was still powerless against that terrifying prosthetic arm—the Link-Enhanced Mystic Code. Moreover, Colles was the biggest obstacle. His presence prevented him from concentrating on a one-on-one fight. Fight Fiore while simultaneously keeping an eye on Colles' movements? No, that was impossible.

In other words, I must find a way to defeat Fiore in one blow.

"After all, we can't just leave our trump card in our hands and die like this."

He carefully took "that" out of his inner pocket. It was a small knife with a strangely thin, impractical blade. Unlike the magician's finger he had just used, it didn't automatically aim at the opponent's forehead. But a hit meant death. No, a mere touch would mean certain death.

As an advance payment for participating in the Holy Grail War, Shishio received a formaldehyde-preserved form of a Hydra larva. He then crafted each of its nine heads into various weapons and auxiliary tools. This is the Mystic Code, Shishio's trump card, used in battle as a mage.

But—no matter what, continuing like this would lead to nothing. Just as he was about to make up his mind to take a gamble—the shooting suddenly stopped.

"?"

While feeling incredulous, Lion's Claw discreetly observed Fiore's expression—she nodded slightly with an expression completely unlike someone engaged in fierce combat. Then, she announced to Lion's Claw:

"It seems this is the only way."

"I can still fight!"

Lion's Claw gripped his knife tightly as he answered. However, she shook her head with a calm expression, refusing. Seeing her reaction, Lion's Claw realized he had lost his chance to use his trump card.

"Next time, I will be waiting for you in our stronghold. Mr. Lion Robbery, let's settle this there next time."

Fiore finished speaking and retreated decisively. Her demeanor was extremely relaxed, showing absolutely no intention of eliminating the enemy here.

Lion's Claw had long since abandoned the pursuit. While it's obvious that the pursuer has the advantage in battle, the disadvantage of being outnumbered hadn't disappeared. As for whether to choose the advantage of pursuit or the disadvantage of being outnumbered, there was probably no need to weigh it on a scale.

"Did something happen to the Servant?"

Since that's the case, it can't really be considered a draw. Lion's Lament sighed, deciding to wait here for Saber to return, while taking out a cigarette case from his inner pocket.

A cigarette after a battle is generally considered a particularly enjoyable experience.

"No, this thing is really terrible."

Lion's Roar frowned, feeling the impermanence of the world through his lungs.

Fiore accepted Archer's proposal. It seems the battle over there has also reached a stalemate.

"Then let's meet at the agreed location. Our original purpose was just reconnaissance, so there's no need to insist on a decisive battle here."

"Understood, thank you, Master."

As Saber stood up, Archer had already created enough distance between them to escape the scene.

"Are you trying to escape, Archer!?"

Seeing his expression, Saber shouted angrily without hiding her rage.

"Yes, if this continues, we will be the first to lose, so let's consider it a draw."

Archer left those words behind and immediately disappeared into the dark alley. Although he couldn't achieve the same level of "aura concealment" as an Assassin, he seemed to have some understanding of how to hide his presence.

Saber hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to give chase—he couldn't use his bow now, and if he could catch up, he was confident he could defeat him. But the problem lay in whether he could even catch him. And what if, like the throwing technique from before, he had some hidden "tricks" up his sleeve?

Of course, this was humiliating, a humiliation that even tearing her opponent to pieces wouldn't be enough to quell her anger. But she still endured it.

"So, how is Master?"

She wasn't too worried. Saber would immediately sense if Master was in a critical situation through Command Spells. If she were about to fall into such a situation, he would definitely use Command Spells to summon her back.

Saber stood up and walked for ten minutes before finally seeing Lion's Roar leaning against the wall of an old building that was in disarray.

"Has Archer retreated?"

Lion Robbery indeed showed no obvious signs of injury. Although there was blood on his face and abdomen, it was mostly just superficial wounds.

"Ah."

"Was the first battle a draw? Saber, how was it fighting a Servant?"

Saber didn't answer, only silently gazing up at the sky. The chilly autumn wind seemed insignificant under the influence of this burning emotion that seemed to boil one's very core. Why did the blue moonlight in the night sky appear so dazzling—

Lion's Claw smiled knowingly and nodded, saying:

"It seems we've both fully tasted the bitterness of the Holy Grail War."

"I haven't said anything yet."

“You can tell just by looking at their faces. So, it’s going to be difficult to track down Assassln now that she’s already retreated. After all, we can’t stay in Sighishwara forever… Since Archer attacked her, it means she’s not on the ‘black’ side, so we’ll have a chance to take her down eventually.”

Or perhaps he'll be taken care of by another Servant. It's likely a third party killed the original Master and stole the Assassin's power. Was he trying to obtain the Holy Grail through underhanded means? Or—judging from this series of killings, did he actually have no such intentions?

Lion's Claw really hoped it was the former. That would be best, at least then one could use common sense to deduce the opponent's actions. However, if there was no purpose at all, and it was purely for the sake of killing—then he would undoubtedly be the most difficult enemy to deal with in this Holy Grail War.

Of course, Romania, including Tolifas, is, as Fiore stated, governed by Yorgos-Domilenia. Otherwise, it wouldn't be worthy of being called a governing body.

"So let's go back to Trifas, Saber."

0143 "Black" Assassin [Please Subscribe]

"Okay... so how do we get back? The bus we took here is no longer running, right?"

"That goes without saying—of course we'll borrow it."

Lion Robber strode onto the main road, smashed the window of a car parked on the side of the road, and unlocked the door. He had no intention of returning it, so this was clearly theft.

"Alright, come sit down."

"You absolutely mustn't end up being arrested by the police and thus losing the Holy Grail War, Master."

Saber sighed helplessly.

"Black" Assassin dragged her nearly severed right arm back to her residence an hour after she left.

"Ouch, that hurts!"

With teary eyes, she held up her right hand for her Master, Rokudou Reika, to see. The broken bone was visible, and most of the muscle fibers were torn. For an ordinary person, this arm would probably be unusable.

"Oh dear, how could this happen!"

She turned deathly pale with fright and hurriedly headed for the first-aid kit—only to realize immediately that it was pointless. Assassins weren't beings of this world, but Servants. Healing required magic; otherwise, it was utterly meaningless. However, being a complete novice, Lingxia knew absolutely nothing about magic.

There was nothing else Lingxia could do but bandage her wound with a clean handkerchief.

"Does it still hurt?"

When Lingxia asked with unease, Assassin shook his head, smiling as if to reassure her, and said:

"Hmm...it's all over now. More importantly, Mom, I'm hungry."

"I understand. Wait a moment, I'll go reheat the hamburger patty right away."

Because Assassin couldn't use his right hand, Lingxia used a fork to cut the reheated hamburger into small pieces and fed them to Assassin.

Assassin, who had been clamoring for a hamburger steak, opened her mouth like a little bird. She seemed to have forgotten about the injury on her right hand, and a genuine smile of happiness appeared on her face.

"Is it tasty?"

"Ok!"

"That's great!" Lingxia thought to herself, but then she remembered her right hand, and her expression didn't seem very cheerful.

"So Jack, what exactly happened to your injury?"

"Ah, um. I fought with the Servant."

"Oh dear... are Servants the same kind of people as Jack?"

Assassin nodded. Because Lingxia had also learned about the Holy Grail War from Jack, she could understand that they, as opponents, were extremely powerful beings.

Did you lose?

"No... because it was disrupted halfway through, and things got all messed up. It's really despicable, launching an attack while others are fighting."

"As for the Ye team, they probably think that because this is war, such despicable methods are permissible. It's really not good."

"Yes." Jack smiled and opened his mouth again. Lingxia fed him a hamburger while asking:

"Um, Jack, what should we do?"

"Right hand?"

"Hmm, it looks like it hurts a lot. It's such a beautiful hand."

"Hehehe... That's true. I think 'having a meal' is indeed the best option."

Assassin replied with a shy smile. Although Lingxia had a contract with Assassin, she couldn't supply her with magic. Therefore, her source of magic could only rely on "meals."

"Ah, then let's eat the rest of the magician's heart."

"Well, that's it."

Lingxia took out a red and black heart wrapped in cling film from the refrigerator, which was placed on a white plate. Assassin seemed impatient as he unwrapped the cling film, picked up the heart, and swallowed it in one gulp.

A magician's heart possesses far more magical power than that of an ordinary human. After her nearly depleted magical energy was replenished, she finally regained her strength. Her almost severed right arm also regenerated.

"Phew. I can finally relax."

"Hmm...but it doesn't have a heart anymore. Mom, what should we do?"

"That's true. If we stay here, we might get targeted. And the police are getting more and more annoying. Why don't we just go to Torifas and take a look?"

Assassin crossed his arms and mumbled in thought. Although Saber was a formidable enemy, given the nature of the Holy Grail War, there were few Servants of higher caliber than Saber. Of course, if she used her Noble Phantasm, his defeat would be certain. However, he also possessed a deadly Noble Phantasm, which he simply hadn't activated in this battle.

Saber will likely defeat the other Servants with her immense power. However, she can't possibly refrain from using her Noble Phantasm indefinitely. She just needs to find an opening—then she can "eat."

"Hmm...that makes sense. Let's go take a look."

"Alright. You must be tired too, why don't you take a nap before we set off? Okay, Jack?"

"Ok!"

Assassin leaped lightly onto the bed, pulled back the sheets, and then swarmed around me like a worm.

"Oh dear."

Lingxia carried the plates to the kitchen with a smile. It's proper etiquette to clean up the dishes after use.

However, the men who originally lived in this house had their hearts removed and were dismembered and buried in the basement not long ago, so they would never have the chance to use these utensils.

"Mom, hurry up!"

Assassin, curled up like a worm on the bed, kicked his legs and shouted. "Okay, okay!" Lingxia said with a wry smile as she sped up the washing of the dishes and then came to the bedside.

The moment Lingxia took off her clothes and lay down on the bed, Assassin draped the sheet he had wrapped around himself over her. With an innocent smile on his face, Assassin pressed close to Lingxia's skin and buried his face in her stomach.