Super God: If I punch you, you will die

Then, on the way to Germany, they deliberately made them pass through Tolfath, where they killed all the magicians and soldiers who had fought alongside them. From then on, he focused on research and politics. When dealing with the Association, Danic always feigned that "the Yggdrasilia family has always been content to serve as a refuge for declining magicians."

Darnic allowed the Greater Grail to slowly transform in order to adapt it to Torifas. In this process, the Greater Grail not only gained the ability to summon pure Heroic Spirits, but also the ability to summon "characters who only exist as a side of a Heroic Spirit." Could this be considered an unexpected byproduct?

Regardless, time is the only constant. Ten years, twenty years, thirty years, forty years, fifty years, sixty years…

What exactly is the basis of this unwavering belief?

Is reaching the Root, the driving force behind all magicians? Of course, that's a huge factor. Since they were born magicians, it's only natural to have that as their goal. But, can he really go this far just for such a "pure" desire?

The bitter memories from eighty years ago resurfaced in my mind.

At that time, he was making a dazzling debut as a rising magician when he was engaged. It was indeed a wonderful match. For Danic, this would lay the foundation for his family line to be elevated to aristocratic status.

However, at this very moment, the marriage was put on hold. The bloodline of Yggdrasil is corrupted and will probably not last beyond five generations; it will only decline from now on... This is the advice of a certain magician.

This is utterly absurd. If there were still five generations to go, taking appropriate measures to remedy the situation should have been entirely feasible.

It seems that only Danic thought this way. To those unwilling to take risks, he immediately became a heretic who had to be excluded.

Whether it was the sworn brother who used to pat him on the shoulder with a smile and talk about friendship, or the woman who shyly expressed her love to him and was about to become his partner, they both left him at the same time.

That's okay. In the long journey of life, we sometimes encounter things like this.

But in that instant, Yggdrasil's dream of becoming a noble family was utterly shattered. Even if they overcame the decline that followed five generations later, the label they were once given could never be removed.

He wouldn't care about himself, but now even the future of those who followed him had been taken away by that magician. In that instant, Danic realized that reaching the Root through the usual means... that is, studying day and night as a magician, striving to improve his status in the association, and becoming a nobleman... was a dream that could never be realized, and he gave up on that approach.

Therefore, he had to devise a way to prevent the clan from declining, and he also had to explore the path to the root of the problem.

Although leaving the Magic Association and hiding from the world to continue his research was not out of the question, Danic refused to do so.

Of course, staying in the association was a rather humiliating thing. However, Danic never forgot this humiliation for a single second, and engraved it in his heart... using it as motivation to work hard.

During this period, he accidentally learned of the Holy Grail War in Fuyuki City. He rallied Nazi Germany, which had a strong interest in stealth, to participate in the war as a Master with military support.

The situation became extremely chaotic due to Einzbern's rule-breaking fouls... which was an unexpected stroke of luck.

The Third Holy Grail War ended in chaos, with the exhausted Einzbern, Tohsaka, and Magiri having no way to stop Danic and Nazi Germany's actions.

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According to rumors, Einzbern seems not to have given up on the Holy Grail and is now attempting to create a new one.

Tohsaka, however, abandoned the Holy Grail and began exploring another path in Fuyuki City. The Magiri were already a declining race at that time. Although no news of them could be obtained, the Third Holy Grail War had likely dealt them a decisive blow.

Danic no longer harbored resentment towards the people who had abandoned him. Considering the current situation, he even considered thanking them in return. However, his clan had long since been completely wiped out, and had not left their mark on history…

Danic didn't directly target them; he merely used political means to drive them to desperation. He simply induced them to invest in meaningless experiments, caused their clan's secret techniques to leak out, and ensured that their children who inherited the inscription would die accidentally and tragically in experimental accidents.

For those who ultimately stooped to fawning over Darnic and seeking to sell themselves into servitude, Darnic didn't incorporate them into Yggdrasilnia; instead, he banished them outright. From then on, Darnic only knew that they had gone to the Far East, the stage for the Holy Grail War… namely Japan, and never heard from them again. They probably lived a life of constant lamentation and sorrow.

His life has been one of constantly stepping on others. Now, the targets he wants to step on are the Mage's Association and the magicians of his clan.

Of course, he did not hesitate at all... whether it was to trample down his own people or to have his Servant use a forbidden Noble Phantasm.

Anyone familiar with his usual appearance would surely feel a chill run down their spine upon seeing Danick's current expression. His face was incredibly cold, as if frozen solid, completely devoid of any emotion.

At times like these, he always contemplates extremely malicious thoughts. He wouldn't hesitate to commit any evil deed if necessary. That's why he deliberately came outside. After all, there's no need to arouse unnecessary suspicion in others.

"So, what should we do?"

Danic pondered for a moment, and then he came to a conclusion. Although he had to make a decision that would stain his hands with blood, it was no longer a problem for him.

This can only be described as a one-sided battle.

Whether it was originally a Heroic Spirit or a Mystic Phenomenon, everything was too different.

Perhaps it was akin to animal instinct, but instead of directly confronting the golden lance wielded by the "black" Rider, "Red" Saber used her agility to dodge it continuously.

Despite being utterly powerless, this gun possesses the extremely deadly ability to "force the Servant's feet to become spirit form"... "One touch and you're down!"

However, it's useless if you can't hit your opponent. "Black" Rider is by no means someone unfamiliar with wielding a lance. Rather, it's because he has participated in numerous mounted duels that his lance skills have reached a level that ordinary knights cannot match.

However, "Red" Saber is no ordinary knight. She is Mordred, the unjust son of King Arthur Pendragon, a rare genius who learned and imitated his skills from a young age and transformed them into her own flesh and blood.

"too slow!"

"Red" Saber's full-body armor appeared heavy to onlookers. Even though it was woven with magic, its weight remained unchanged. "Black" Rider, confident in his agility, originally intended to use it to disrupt her rhythm.

However, it was "Black" Rider himself who couldn't keep up with the speed. He barely managed to block "Red" Saber's sword with his lance, despite his best efforts. At that moment, the crimson lightning flashed and disappeared.

This was the magic of "Red" Saber. Her entire body was radiating a frenzied magic, and simply blocking her sword made one's hands go numb. "Black" Rider felt a chill run down his spine... because every clash of weapons transmitted her fiery passion—her madness, hatred, and joy in battle—to himself.

"Ugh, damn it, I'm so busy right now... You just have to die already!"

"Red," Saber clicked her tongue, muttering to herself impatiently. "Black," Rider was always best at doing the thing that the other person hated most at this moment... and that was laughing.

"No, no, don't say that. Stay with me a little longer, okay?"

"Enough with the nonsense...!"

But "Red" Saber's boiling point is also very low. Driven by intense anger, she gritted her teeth and unleashed an even more ferocious attack.

What's frightening is that even so, it was still a move that could barely be called "swordsmanship".

Rider "Black," who was facing her, understood very well that in the swordsmanship she used, berserker-like ferocity and swordsman-specific skills were combined in an extremely wonderful way.

To use an analogy, it's like a ferocious wild monkey. Suppose you first teach it that to get food it must fight, and then you make it fight countless "enemies." Of course, it doesn't possess the intelligence to learn martial arts. But if instinct educates it, repeated battles temper its spirit, and the rewards are enough to sustain its life…

What was ultimately born was an extreme monster who had mastered "something" that was not martial arts.

"Red" Saber's swordsmanship is very similar to this situation. It is a swordsmanship that can only be learned by those who continuously kill, completely abandoning elegance and chivalry, existing solely for survival and killing.

No one else could learn this sword technique but her, and no one else could adapt to its principles. It was a unique skill that she had figured out on her own and that only she knew how to use.

"Ugh...!"

Gun and sword clashed, instantly scattering countless sparks. From the start of the battle until now, "Red" Saber's offensive had consistently overwhelmed "Black" Rider.

However, it was "Red" Saber who harbored a strong sense of anxiety.

Damn it, I can't go all out on the attack.

"Red" Saber's almost supernatural intuition constantly reminded her that she absolutely could not withstand the golden spear. Although she felt that even if she were pierced by the blunt spearhead, she would not suffer any serious harm, her intuition would not allow her to do so.

As a result, the range of motion for dodging attacks became slightly larger, and the connection between the dodge and counter-attack became less fluid. While this didn't necessarily reduce the accuracy of the attack, it certainly weakened its power to some extent.

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Should she simply ignore her intuition and go to investigate...? Although she had considered this, she immediately rejected the idea. That gun was, after all, a Noble Phantasm. Since it was a Noble Phantasm, she had to be wary, no matter how weak its power might be.

Immobilizing the stabbed target or making their movements sluggish... such an effect would be extremely deadly. No, since she's facing Saber, hailed as the best class, "Black" Rider certainly wouldn't engage in a head-on clash without any strategy.

Saber suppressed her inner anxiety. At this moment, her anxiety was not about the fear of defeat, but rather the worry that the battle might end before she met up with the other Servants, especially the anxiety of not being able to fight Archer, with whom she had not yet settled the score from the last battle.

"Red" Saber temporarily suppressed her emotions, but was waiting for "Black" Rider to reveal a weakness.

coming!

Then, the opportunity finally arrived. She deflected the spear upwards with all her might, then plunged her sword into the unsuspecting abdomen. The chainmail was utterly useless against her sword.

"Gu...!"

In the final moments, "Black" Rider poured all his strength into twisting his body. Perhaps this immediate reaction paid off; he was only pierced through the side by the sword, at least avoiding immediate death.

But can such a result truly be considered effective? The current "Black" Rider no longer has the strength to even survive the brief period before his healing magic and self-healing abilities are activated.

"Goodbye, I had a lot of fun."

"Red," Saber said, raising her greatsword high. "Black," Rider said, barely lifting his face and smiling.

"Ready, all done."

Upon hearing what "Black" Rider said, "Red" Saber frowned in surprise.

"Hey, what did you say was all done, huh?"

In an instant, with lightning speed, the powerful attack unleashed by the "Black" Berserker, supported by Command Seals, fiercely struck the unsuspecting back of the "Red" Saber.

This was the crucial moment to determine victory or defeat… Having made this judgment, Koles immediately activated the second Command Spell. According to "Black" Archer's estimation, "Red" Saber did not possess a defensive Noble Phantasm that was similar to a conceptual armed form, like "Black" Saber and "Red" Lancer. The helmet was purely for concealing her true name and abilities; it shouldn't possess any other power.

In that case, this attack should at least cause direct damage. Especially since the Berserker's warhammer is not used for slashing but for impact, it should be particularly effective against opponents in full armor.

It sounded similar to the sound of a car briquetting machine flattening a car. "Black" Berserker had a good feel for this strike. Rider, watching from the side, thought so too.

"How could that be? It's impossible."

What's truly astonishing isn't the "black" Berserker who successfully hit his intended target, but rather the "red" Saber who, after taking the blow, not only wasn't knocked away but remained perfectly still, her legs rooted to the ground.

Whether it was Colles, who witnessed this scene through his familiar, or Berserker and Rider, who were directly involved, they could hardly hide their astonishment.

“Berserker… Even if there were one more third-rate character like you, it wouldn’t make a difference…”

It was a chilling voice, filled with suppressed pain and rage. Her sword tip was already pointed directly at "Black" Rider. Rider, who had intended to strike with his spear at the opportune moment, was now completely immobilized.

"Woo...wow!"

"Damn it, quickly create distance, Berserker!"

Almost at the same moment that Colles gave the instruction, Berserker, feeling a strong premonition of death, quickly jumped back. He was a full twenty meters away, blending right into the group of puppets lined up there.

Then, in the next instant, "Black" Berserker and "Black" Rider once again personally experienced just how powerful "Red" Saber truly was.

"Do you really think you can beat me?!"

She leaped up. No, it wasn't a leap at all, it was more like a "shot." "Red" Saber was the loaded bullet, and the trigger struck the detonator at that moment.

"Red" Saber's skill "Magic Release"... fires the gun out of the barrel while rotating along the rifling, flying straight towards the target with unerring accuracy.

The greatsword in her hand was like a bullet. Even though her face was completely covered by a helmet, Berserker could clearly sense it.

This Servant must be laughing right now.

Along with the large group of surrounding golems, "Red" Saber's slash, which traced an arc, exploded instantly. "Exploded" is a very apt description. A sudden burst of explosive wind and crimson lightning swept through the area, and all the nearby golems were reduced to dust in the aftershocks.

The "black" faction Masters who were monitoring this scene, as well as some Servants who occasionally witnessed it, couldn't help but gasp.

"This is absolutely absurd..."

Someone spoke with great difficulty, managing to squeeze out the words. Everyone present felt the same way. That attack was indeed incredibly powerful. What was even more terrifying was that it wasn't an attack from a "Noble Phantasm," but merely a normal attack unleashed by a Heroic Spirit at full power.

"Berserker...!"

Koles desperately tried to call out to Berserker telepathically, but there was no sign of a response. She wasn't dead; as her Master, Koles knew this perfectly well. But... after suffering that attack, what was her condition?

"Red" Saber used her sword to disperse the smoke and dust before her. She looked at Berserker, and upon realizing his true identity, her face twisted into an expression of utter hatred.

"you……"

"Hey, did you hit it?"

Saber responded to Master, who had interrupted her speech, in a very displeased tone:

"He hit me. Although he hit me, he's still alive. He's still struggling desperately to stay alive, it's really outrageous."

"You seem to be in a bad mood. So, have you seen through her true colors?"

"Who knows. But... this guy is probably not human. And it's even hard to say if he's a living being. He seems somewhat similar to an android."

You mean artificial humans?

"On the severed arm, what's exposed isn't blood vessels, but wires. Master, have you ever heard of a Heroic Spirit like this?"

"Artificial life forms... I've never heard of heroic spirits like that... I think I've heard of them, but I also think I haven't..."

"Hey, does it exist or not, Master... no, it doesn't matter anyway. Knowing the true name of a dying Servant would only add unnecessary knowledge."

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"Wait a minute... artificial life form... let me ask you first, she's not entirely made of machinery, is she?"

"It's just a defective product pieced together haphazardly, not a machine... but that doesn't matter anymore. I'll deal with it now."

To "kill" a Servant, their spirit core must be shattered. And to achieve this, all that's needed is to destroy the organ directly connected to the spirit core—namely, the heart or the brain.

"Red" Saber plunged her sword into her chest without hesitation. "Black" Berserker took the blow without resistance, only twitching slightly at the moment of penetration.

"ended."

Now that the fatal wound had been inflicted, there was no time to deal with her anymore. Next up was "Black" Rider. Looking back, he saw Rider charging towards him with his lance raised.

So fast. However, an attack unleashed before fully recovering only possesses slightly above the average attack power of a Heroic Spirit. Even if she were stabbed a hundred times in succession, she was confident she could handle it with ease.