Super God: If I punch you, you will die

"Red" Lancer also reflexively leaped into the air... because he knew that if he landed, he would be targeted. However, the iron stake seemed to pierce through his falling body at the same time.

After being neutralized once again with a flash of divine spear... unexpectedly, new iron stakes grew out of the gaps between the damaged iron stakes.

"Is destruction meaningless?"

"Red" Lancer reflexively grabbed the iron stake with one hand, only to be attacked by even more iron stakes... it was like a turbid torrent of iron stakes. Even so, "Red" Lancer remained calm and composed in the face of the situation.

The armor he wore, which "transformed into the body of the sun," was originally a divinely bestowed absolute defensive artifact possessing the radiance of the sun. Naturally, it could easily deflect the king's iron stake.

however……

"Very nice armor."

The voice was closer than expected. It was unclear when it had been drawn, but the "Black" Lancer, wielding a long spear in one hand, was already beside the "Red" Lancer.

Yes, he did indeed ride the bronze iron horse onto the iron stake, and even raised his gun to stab "Red" Lancer in the neck, who was trapped by the iron stake and unable to move.

"But once it gets close to that point, it becomes meaningless."

"Lancer...!"

Despite Archer firing an arrow, the iron stake blocked it like a barrier. Unable to call for help, unable to move, and with a spear pointed at his throat... despite all this, Lancer's expression remained incredibly calm.

Just as "Black" Lancer was about to thrust his spear, "Red" Lancer's body burst forth with an incomparably dazzling light, as if cleaving through the night. The Heroic Spirit Karna possesses the skill "Magic Release." Although the name is the same as "Red" Saber's skill, for him it is a skill specifically tailored for "fire."

The iron stakes he held, and the iron stakes binding his body, were all instantly melted and fell to the ground. His posture looked like that of a fire god descending to earth. The flames, which were poised to scorch the ground into scorched earth, did not harm a single hair on his head.

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"Red" Lancer landed gracefully on the ground. Seeing his appearance, "Red" Archer sighed helplessly:

"You should have done it this way from the beginning."

"It's not that simple. Because my mana consumption as a Servant is very high, I'm afraid I wouldn't even last ten seconds if I did that."

"This is truly perplexing..." Lancer sighed. The Heroic Spirit Karna is undoubtedly top-tier. However, his ever-present golden armor, the imposing spear he wields, and the "Magic Release" he just used... the magical energy consumed is truly extraordinary. An ordinary mage would probably be rendered completely immobile, unable to move even a finger. Even a first-rate mage would fall into a state of utter exhaustion, unable to use their own magic.

Fortunately, Master never uttered a single complaint about this, but that doesn't mean he can indulge in unrestrained behavior. In this respect, "Red" Lancer is indeed a self-disciplined person.

"It seems he's not an ordinary Heroic Spirit."

"Black," Lancer said in a cold voice as he brushed the soot off his clothes. There was no sign of wavering in his expression, nor was he angry.

"Should we surrender?"

"Stop saying things that sound neither like a joke nor like you're serious, 'Red' Lancer. Since we both have a desire to rely on the Holy Grail, subjugation is absolutely impossible. Besides..."

He raised his right hand, and a powerful killing intent instantly surged from the ground around him. The iron stakes were still plentiful, and they remained constantly watching the movements of the two heroic spirits. Meanwhile, in the far rear, something even more terrifying seemed to be stirring... The "Red" side sensed this.

"Aren't you the ones who should be subdued? Of course, I will not let you go either, since you are both heretics and invaders."

While flames and divine spears can indeed incinerate or shatter iron stakes, their ability to withstand overwhelming force is a matter of chance. Twenty thousand is a number that would be difficult even for a hero of unparalleled strength. Perhaps it wouldn't be a problem if they were alive, but now they are Servants. The more magic they expend, the closer they get to death.

"That's right, just forget my joke. Go, Archer."

"bring it on."

Lancer, the "Red," gripped his lance in both hands, while Archer, the "Red," drew his bow once more. Standing between them was the "Demon King," who ruled the nation.

As the bronze-iron horse neighed, the three Servants once again engaged in fierce combat.

"Black" Rider hesitated for a moment, but still steered his beloved horse, the eagle, toward the floating fortress. He was the only one capable of flight, so taking it down first was the obvious choice... he thought to himself, not exactly the brightest of minds.

However, there's a suspenseful question. Summoning the eagle, then riding and using it—if it only goes this far, the magic consumption isn't much; it's entirely within the capacity of a single android. The problem lies in chanting the true name and unleashing its power.

At that time, the mana consumption was almost equivalent to unleashing an A-rank Noble Phantasm at full power. Moreover, the consumption didn't stop after the first attack; as long as the Eagle Formation was maintained, mana would be continuously consumed, making it an extremely inefficient way to use mana.

The images of the artificial beings, drained of their magic, flashed through his mind. Then, he recalled Lin Yan's insignificant plea.

After a moment's hesitation, "Black" Rider decided to first seal the means to unleash his true name. In any case, he was still unwilling to do so. Therefore, he could only choose not to do it.

Ugh, what an idiot, such a foolish idea. And so cowardly. I should have ignored the magic battery and unleashed my true name. Even Lin Yan wouldn't have blamed Rider for it. A Servant is summoned for battle, for victory; of course, he wouldn't make such an unreasonable demand.

However, Estorf is such a heroic spirit. Since he doesn't want to do it, he won't do it no matter what anyone says.

"Okay, let's go then!"

Facing the floating fortress, Rider casually patted the eagle's neck. The eagle responded with a high-pitched, bird-like cry, then powerfully flapped its wings. Flight... accompanied by magical particles leaking from its wings in the strong wind, flashing like countless fireflies for a fleeting moment before vanishing.

Rider flew straight toward the Sky Garden. ...Of course, the fortress's master would not tolerate such a rash action.

"Oh, so their Rider also has a flying horse. In that case, all the effort I put into preparing these guys wasn't wasted."

Left alone in the floating fortress... "Red" Assassin of "Vanity's Sky Garden" smiled faintly and released them into the air.

"Go, you vile winged beings. Go and feast to your heart's content."

The moment the voice rang out, something the size of a human flew out of the garden.

Riders gallop across the skies above the battlefield. The scene of fierce combat between the two forces is already visible: Dragon Fang Soldiers, Homunculi, Puppet Masters, and Servants clashing and engaging in a closely fought struggle.

"Okay, then I'll have to work hard too...!"

Just as Rider regained his composure, the monster that had come to meet him launched its attack. Although its upper body was that of a dragon-toothed soldier, it had wings on its back, and its lower body was clearly that of a bird.

"A demonic bird...? No, is it an improved version of the Dragon Tooth Soldier?"

As flying beasts, the demonic birds are most easily tempted by appetite. Despite their cruel nature, they are cowardly and utterly unsuitable as soldiers. Therefore, "Red" Assassin fused them with the Dragon Fang Soldiers. These things should probably be called Dragon Wing Soldiers. But in any case, to call them dragons is far too shabby and ugly.

But their numbers were truly overwhelming. The sight of over a hundred dragon-winged soldiers attacking simultaneously resembled a bird burial. With talons sharper than steel, they launched a coordinated attack to eliminate any intruders attempting to invade the garden.

However, their opponents were extremely unlucky.

Because their opponents are the steeds classified as a fantasy species, they cannot possibly lose to mere grunts. Moreover, their riders are also a major nemesis to them.

"Black" Rider... Estolf, one of Charlemagne's twelve warriors. Having experienced numerous adventures, he possesses a variety of Noble Phantasms that function under specific conditions. These include a spear specifically designed to knock people down, a book capable of breaking all magic, and a phantom horse with special powers in certain areas.

The horn flute he's holding now is probably his most impressive possession.

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“Then line up properly. Okay… ‘Call the Flute of Panic!’”

As his unhurried voice rang out, the horn hanging at his waist instantly grew to enormous size.

"spread!"

He took a deep breath... and then blew the horn sharply. The high-pitched sound of the horn echoed throughout the entire battlefield. In an instant, both the androids and the Dragon Tooth soldiers looked up at the sky.

The roar of dragons, the cries of giant birds, the neighing of divine horses… a demonic sound comparable to these instantly obliterated over a hundred dragon-winged soldiers. And it was a true obliteration. It wasn't as simple as the legends described, where "the demonic birds that heard the sound fled in terror"; it was purely a weapon of widespread destruction.

"Alright, straight ahead, straight ahead! I'm going in now!"

Hanging the shrunken horn back on his waist, the "Black" Rider once again gripped the reins with both hands...

But things didn't go so smoothly, you lovely Valkyrie.

Rider noticed the woman in black standing at the front of the garden. There was no mistaking her; she was definitely a Servant. Based on her attire, "Black" Rider made her judgment about her class.

"I think you must be the 'Red' Caster!! Be prepared!"

Faced with the call of the "Black" Rider, the Servant in black smiled wryly:

"Wrong. I am 'Red' Assassin. However... as you guessed, I also have some knowledge of magic. Let me test whether you are qualified to enter this 'garden'."

After saying that, she snapped her fingers. Instantly, magic spread out around her. Whether it was a pre-arranged spell or not, the magic circle, shimmering with a deep purple light, looked like a cannon that had been fully loaded.

"Oh dear, there are some on top and bottom too, be careful."

"Black" Rider reflexively looked up at the sky, then fell silent. Not only were there four magic circles surrounding her, but there were also four above her and four below her. All of them were filled with immense magical power, waiting to activate simultaneously at her command…!

"Fall."

Upon receiving the order to liberate, the giant cannons fired simultaneously. Accompanied by beams of light and sound like the roar of a ferocious beast, the giant cannons easily broke through the barrier of air and attacked Rider.

"Then let's have a fight...!"

"Black" Rider possesses the constantly activated Noble Phantasm "Magic Omnipotent Strategy Book," which grants him A-rank magic resistance. This means that currently, no magician can inflict any damage on him.

That's why he made that choice. Without this book, he probably would have hesitated to launch a forced attack.

However, "Black" Rider was unaware that the Assassin before him was an unfair existence who actually held both the Caster and Assassin classes. Moreover, she possessed a Noble Phantasm, "Temple," whose performance far surpassed that of the highest-level Caster class skill, "Territory Creation"... "Vain's Hanging Gardens."

In other words, she is currently trapped in a heavily fortified stronghold equipped with a large number of powerful destructive weapons. Approaching her is tantamount to offering yourself up for her to kill.

Unable to dodge, his entire body was subjected to a massive magical shock, even his internal organs were churned up, and he suffered an extremely stubborn and thorough humiliation.

"Aa ...

The eagle vanished with a scream, and "Black" Rider plummeted downwards. Witnessing this, "Red" Assassin calmly muttered to himself:

"What? I did say I wanted you to fall, but there should be a limit. This is so boring. When you instantly killed the Dragon Tooth Soldier, I thought you were someone with some ability..."

She glanced at the battle scene before her. From the air, the situation was one of advance and retreat. Her own Rider was facing off against "Black" Archer, while Lancer and Archer were fighting against "Black" Lancer. And there was her Master, Shirou…

"Oh."

Seeing that scene, Assassin smiled. Unfortunately, because his opponent was Berserker, no one could see any confusion on his face.

"That's fine too. Let me see, Shirou... witness my Master's magnificent first battle."

Although "Black" Berserker Frankenstein didn't show it on his face, he was still quite confused.

Following her initial orders, she wandered the battlefield searching for the Servant. Upon spotting a figure, she rushed into the forest, only to find that it was not the Servant that appeared before her...

"It seems my opponent is you, Frankenstein. A pathetic monster created by humanity in pursuit of ideals. In a sense, you are a turning point, and should be seen as an intermediate goal."

The one who uttered this strange line, seemingly contradicting the current situation, was a human. He didn't appear to be a Servant. But was he truly human?

Even with the "black" Berserker's perception, his judgment on this part is still somewhat vague.

"Woo..."

Despite the Dragon Fang soldiers attacking her, she easily dispatched them. Judging from the fact that they didn't even lay a hand on the man before them, he must indeed be on the opposing side.

But if that's the case, how did he know his real name?

Even his Master, Colles, was quite surprised. Frankenstein was described in legends as a male, and a gigantic man whose body was large enough to pierce the clouds. Therefore, it was impossible for the other party to determine his identity based on his appearance.

Did they see me before they died?

That's probably impossible. I was a young heroic spirit born in an era when fantasy could still barely exist. Very few people lived in the same era and became heroes, and even if they did exist, they probably never encountered me.

So, who exactly revealed their real name...?

"Ah, your thinking is indeed quite clear. Despite being a Berserker, you have retained a certain degree of advanced thinking. You truly deserve to be called a Heroic Spirit of the modern era."

The man gave a hearty smile, extended his hand to Berserker, and said:

"I know your situation, and I know you very well. So, would you be willing to come to our side in place of 'Red' Berserker?"

Upon hearing this, Berserker let out a threatening growl, wary of his presence. The man immediately lowered his hand with a wry smile.

"That's impossible, my Master."

Berserker immediately became even more vigilant. Behind the man appeared a figure clearly identifiable as a Servant. Their magical power was remarkably weak… and their attire didn't resemble that of combat. Could it be a Caster?

"Oh, my apologies. I have absolutely no intention of fighting. It is this Master who should be fighting. I am merely watching from the sidelines, cheering him on."

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After saying that, he did something a Servant shouldn't do... as if using the Master as a shield, he took a step back. There was absolutely no indication that he was going to use magic. Incredibly... the other party really intended to let the Master fight.

"Yes, it is I who will fight... Kotomine Shirou."

In the instant his hands slowly lowered, he gripped the "handle" between two of his fingers. With Berserker's limited knowledge, he had no way of knowing what kind of weapon it was.

However, someone with relevant knowledge would probably recognize it immediately. It's a projectile-type conceptual weapon woven with magic and based on the principle of purification... the "Black Key".

"If you're planning to come here, please let me know anytime."

As he uttered this declaration with a smile, Shirou fired the black gun.

"..."

As he jumped back, Berserker used his weapon, "Maiden's Chastity," to deflect the black key.

"Hey...hey, waaaaaah!"

And so she made up her mind. Regardless, the opponent's Master had appeared before her as an enemy. Whether there was a trap or not, the situation shouldn't get any worse. Of course, she still needed to keep a close eye on the materialized Caster. But even in that state, she shouldn't lose to her opponent.

Berserker suddenly charged forward. At that moment, Shirou swung his hand and threw four more black keys. For a human, that was indeed a very high speed; if one wasn't careful, they might have been stabbed.