Super God: If I punch you, you will die

"It's so noisy. If only you had activated the Command Spell a second earlier, Master."

"The result is the same. You should have been unharmed the moment the Command Spell moved you to the safe zone, but those lightning bolts relentlessly pursued you and even tried to pull you back to the center... It's probably because the opponent issued the command spell 'Defeat 'Red' Saber,' meaning that part of the command caused you to get injured."

It was a full-force attack enhanced by a Command Seal. To counter it, I'll definitely need the support of a Command Seal.

Kairi Shishikage, as Saber's Master, did not hesitate to use the Command Spell. His command through the Command Spell was for Saber to retreat to a safe zone. This was a highly advanced magic technique that even the witches of the Age of Gods could only use within their own domains. Kairi Shishikage, a mere mage, was able to do so entirely because the Command Spell contained an extremely vast amount of magical power.

Even so, it was still impossible to remain completely unharmed.

Cora's Command Spell also distorted the concept of space and even causality, ultimately causing "Red" Saber to be attacked by "Thunder Tree of Crucifixion".

However, since the Command Seals' immense magical power was consumed in that area, their actual power wasn't further enhanced, resulting only in "Red" Saber suffering severe injuries. Although it would take some time, repairs would be easy.

"hateful!"

Koles slammed his fist against the stone wall, blood immediately flowing from the scraped skin. The stinging pain was quickly forgotten, replaced by a surge of heat in his head. Having confirmed the death of his Servant, he silently left the room, venting his anger against the wall in the corridor. He simply didn't want to expose his shameful side to the other magicians.

That wasn't your mistake.

Perhaps sensing her brother's lament, Fiore caught up with him and offered words of comfort. However, Colles shook his head in denial, shouting:

"No, this was my mistake! I knew the other side also had Command Seals, but I still decided to take the gamble! It was my mistake. If the other side's Command Seals had activated a few seconds later... if I had decided to use my Command Seals to provide support a few seconds earlier, things wouldn't have turned out this way! I wouldn't have let that guy... I wouldn't have let Berserker die in vain!"

"It was my mistake, my misjudgment..." Colles was consumed by self-reproach. But Fiore thought he was half right and half wrong.

His mistake was unavoidable. In their duel with "Red" Saber, both Corleone and Berserker undoubtedly performed their best. It was simply that their opponent was simply too powerful.

"At least they were seriously injured, right?"

"That was no meaningless sacrifice," Fiore thought. That strike, into which she had poured all her fighting spirit, could not have been meaningless. However, the magician Corles shook his head in disbelief:

"That's just something that can be easily repaired with healing magic... Don't worry about my affairs, sister, you should go back and take command."

"but……"

"Don't worry about me, go quickly."

Hearing Colles's abrupt and dismissive tone, Fiore had no choice but to turn around and return to her room to continue commanding the operation. Left alone, Colles leaned against the wall of the corridor, covering his face with his hands as he pondered.

When that attack failed, should I have told her to retreat?

Was attempting to take down "Red" Saber through a surprise attack a miscalculation?

Is it foolish to judge Berserker as Saber?

Of course, every decision was made for a reason. If Saber wasn't eliminated at that time, their Rider would likely have been sacrificed.

Lancer and Archer, who are strong enough to rival Saber, are both fighting other powerful enemies and are unable to spare any attention.

What was the right thing to do? How could he win? How could he save her…? Koles racked his brains trying to figure out the answers, but the conclusions he reached were meaningless. It was absolutely terrible.

After all, they couldn't afford to lose Rider, and Berserker was the only one who could get there the fastest. At that time, Berserker was also looking for his next enemy because he hadn't been able to catch up with the Master and "Red" Caster.

No, no matter how much I regret or sigh now, it's all in vain.

"Black" Berserker is dead. The Holy Grail War of Corrae ended in that instant. All three Command Seals on his right hand had been consumed and completely vanished. The connection had been utterly severed.

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The pain, like having his chest ripped open, was far more unbearable than he had imagined. Even so, as a magician, Koles was quite prepared. He might die, he might be killed, or he might kill others. The worst-case scenario was that his entire clan, including his sister, might be killed… He was prepared for that.

But the pain churning in his heart now belonged to a completely different dimension. It was a pain he had never imagined before summoning his Servant to the war. He never imagined that the death of "Black" Berserker would leave such a deep wound on him.

"I couldn't do anything for her."

Her wish can be fulfilled through the Holy Grail. For a Berserker, she possesses exceptionally high intelligence, making her a very easily manipulated Servant.

He couldn't help but feel annoyed with himself for having previously only considered her someone who shared his interests for a few short days. She was an important ally who understood him and fought alongside him... No, she had become that kind of being.

That's why I feel sad.

But the past will never change... and the heroic spirits who have returned to their "seats" can never reappear.

A girl who has the appearance of a human but is forced to act as a monster has a small wish: to find "someone" who is willing to love her, just like herself.

Coles felt immense regret for not being able to fulfill her wish.

Although "Red" Saber was severely injured, that level of injury wouldn't hinder the battle if Shishikage Kairi immediately used healing magic on her. In other words, as Korres stated, "Black" Berserker's Noble Phantasm was meaningless from an offensive standpoint.

However, this Noble Phantasm possesses another hidden power. A section of the design blueprints, which even Caulley hadn't noticed, contained the following:

“This lightning strike is not just ordinary lightning; it is infused with the power of Frankenstein’s will. As long as this exists, she will never be destroyed.”

As the lightning strike reduced everything around him to dust, it also violently impacted Lin Yan's heart, which lay there. The rapid contraction and expansion of the heart caused his previously stopped blood flow to resume. Having absorbed the magic released by Frankenstein, the blood throughout his body began to circulate again.

The boy who named himself Lin Yan initially felt pain.

"What……!"

Even Ruler, who should have already acquired knowledge about all Servants when he was summoned, was speechless upon seeing that appearance.

"Hmm? That Ru over there, could she be the Servant from the 'Black' side...? I don't think so. Hmm, is she Ruler?"

The sound was as refreshing as a cool breeze, and the light movements were reminiscent of leaves swaying in the wind.

Twisting through the air, a verdant young woman landed beside Ruler. In her hand was a large bow completely disproportionate to her size.

"Is it the 'Red' Archer?"

Ruler immediately became wary of her. This was understandable, given that he had previously been attacked by Lancer and Caster, who were "red" side Servants.

But "Red" Archer looked at Ruler with a surprised expression and said:

"What, you're the one making the decisions? Can't you even distinguish who we should be wary of right now?"

"No, of course I understand."

Her words just now came from the bottom of her heart. Ruler then relaxed his guard slightly. Perhaps the "Red" side wasn't entirely united in their opinions. It seemed that at least she and her Master didn't see Ruler as someone to be killed.

That's right, she's not the one we should be most wary of right now.

"For the 'Black' side, is it the second Berserker... Spartacus...?"

The "Red" Berserker was captured by the "Black" Lancer and forcibly swapped Masters. In other words, although he is now the "Red" Berserker, he is an enemy of the "Red" faction.

That alone wouldn't be a problem. In the Holy Grail War, it's not impossible for one's own Servant to become the enemy.

but……

"oh………!"

Is this really a possible phenomenon? At first, Ruler thought it was a small hill. Then, the thought crossed her mind, "Could it be stacked corpses?"... Finally, she had to dismiss these ideas and draw a conclusion.

"Is it Berserker...?"

"Yeah, I really didn't expect it to get this bad. The more arrows I shoot at him, the stronger he becomes, completely forgetting his human form. No wonder he's Berserker, I never thought he'd go to such lengths."

As if feeling utterly helpless, "Red" Archer, the person involved, sighed.

Before them stood a monster the size of a small mountain. If it were merely enormous, Ruler certainly wouldn't have remained speechless.

She was speechless with surprise because of the current state of "Red" Berserker.

He has eight arms in total, three of which lack joints and bones. They look like an octopus, and when he swings them, they should be like whips, crushing enemies to pieces.

Those legs, as thick as old tree trunks, sprouted countless feet like insects. Perhaps it was because they couldn't support their enormous bodies with just two legs, so they distributed their weight in this way.

The head is almost completely sunken into the neck, while the shoulder area protrudes outward with objects resembling the upper and lower jaws of a dinosaur.

"The Roar of the Flawed Beast".

That's more of a cursed artifact than a Noble Phantasm... Ruler thought. He's still alive, he's still active, and more importantly... he's still seeking battlefields and victories everywhere.

A portion of the damage received is converted into magical energy, which is continuously accumulated to enhance the user's abilities. This likely includes healing capabilities as well. When injured, the energy is converted into magical energy to improve the user's abilities, while simultaneously healing themselves. There is absolutely no room for the Master to intervene.

The problem lies in the fact that his healing cycle operates far too rapidly. Due to the uncontrolled healing ability, his body has deviated from normal limits. Despite this, his physical abilities continue to improve with each injury, resulting in his body gradually transforming into an alien form.

The simplest standard for measuring human strength is height and weight. Even among beings called Heroic Spirits, the vast majority... possess a human form.

However, "Red" Berserker completely rejected that notion. He believed eight arms were far superior to two. If his weight had increased to the point where his legs could no longer support him, he simply added a few more legs.

The more damage and suffering one endures, the closer one gets to victory... For a berserker with such a belief, this level of situation is probably just a piece of cake.

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"Is it there...!"

His five eyes, located on his shoulders, neck, and abdomen, all stared simultaneously at "Red" Archer and Ruler. Instantly, the two seemed to be bounced apart to the left and right. "Red" Berserker paid no attention and unleashed a full-force attack forward.

The shattered earth, blasted apart, hurtled towards Ruler and Archer like grenades.

"Gurgle, woof...!"

"Ugh...!"

Stones and rocks cut their skin, and Ruler even suffered damage to part of his armor. Servants would never have been injured if not for the magical attack. However, Berserker's sword was imbued with overflowing magic, even corrupting the stones and rocks it shattered.

This is the same principle as a Servant throwing a short sword. Of course, the phenomenon of magic ripples reaching the stone shattered by the sword was also an experience Ruler had never had before.

"Well, it seems I've dragged you into this too. Sorry, Ruler."

Ruler slowly shook his head at "Red" Archer's apology.

"No, these kinds of trivial matters happen often... However, from a standpoint of opinion, I can't be his enemy. After all, the scope currently involved is only this battlefield."

"Hmm. Actually, I have no objection to that either, but..."

"Red" Archer looked at Ruler with a bitter expression. Ruler, feeling a sudden chill run through his body, tensed up.

"But what?"

"Because of the orders from Master, it's about time for me to retreat."

"Um, could it be..."

After sighing, “Red” Archer patted Ruler on the shoulder as if to offer some comfort.

"I'm so sorry, I'll have to leave the rest to you."

"Wait……"

"Red" Archer... Atalanta. One of the heroes in Greek mythology known for her agility. Her running speed is such that even Ruler can hardly match it.

"what!"

Before Ruler could even speak, her figure had already disappeared into the forest... She hadn't become a spirit; she had simply run away.

Ruler silently raised his head and glanced upwards. Before him stood an alien hero… no, a monster. He wielded a short sword that was barely the size of a needle compared to its body, and locked its sights on Ruler.

Yes, the "Red" Berserker... Spartacus is a fighter who rebels against all those in power. In that sense, even the Ruler is no exception.

"Being plotted."

The "Red" Archer harbored no hostility. However, Master seemed to have a different perspective.

The person I must meet has already reached the aerial fortress. How can I catch up with him...? If only I had wings that could fly.

But staying here means having to fight "Red" Berserker... Spartacus. Should I activate my "privilege"?

No. He won't stop unless he's ordered to die. Ruler eliminating a Servant is practically unacceptable. So, should they retreat? That's hard to say if it's the right choice. If she were alone, she probably would retreat. But she left someone behind on this battlefield… a boy, small and fragile, yet possessing a soul as strong as steel.

He absolutely must reunite with the boy first, but right now he seems to be conversing with the androids behind him. Presumably, it's to save as many of his brethren as possible. He won't leave the battlefield until he completes this mission.

In that case, there is only one option left.

"Delaying time... huh?"

Now that he has lost the options of retreating or fighting back, Ruler's only course of action is to defend. If he persists in defending, the "black" or "red" Servant will probably come and defeat him.

That's purely wishful thinking. The worst-case scenario is that neither the "black" nor the "red" side comes to help, but just stands by and watches.

It felt as if everyone had become the enemy. Ruler, however, deeply missed this situation that would likely send chills down the spine of most people.

Mockery, hatred, mockery... Despite bearing it all alone, his faith remained unshaken. For a Ruler who doesn't even have a Master to fight alongside him, loneliness is a common occurrence.

"No, it can't really be called loneliness."

Although their goals are different, there is still a boy who fights not for the Holy Grail. There is also someone who understands his own existence and is willing to stand shoulder to shoulder with him... Now, perhaps that alone is enough.

"Red!" Berserker roared. It's coming... Ruler raised the holy banner, ready to fight.

Just before the short sword fell, Ruler's holy banner deflected it. Two enormous whip-like arms suddenly attacked her... blocked, deflected. But there was another arm lurking behind...!

"Gurgle, woof...!"