Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

"Judging from the current situation, that Sun God should be on the Black side, right?" Perhaps reading Atalanta's thoughts from her eyes, Achilles continued, "Oh dear, this is a huge problem. What's the point of someone of this caliber participating in the Holy Grail War!"

Achilles' words reflected the thoughts of many Servants who knew of the appearance of such a figure. He was already at the pinnacle of a pantheon; was it really necessary for him to participate in such a ritual? However, such questions could only be asked in person, or perhaps... there was no need; his mere presence already spoke volumes.

As the two were talking, Sparta was confronted by the elite combat artificial lifeforms of the Yggdrasil race, and a huge bronze golem so large that he himself had to look up at it. There were more than a hundred of them, but in the end they were just grunts and no match for Sparta.

It was a one-sided 'slaughter' of Sparta and his companions. The artificial lifeforms' axes and spears pierced the berserker's shoulders, and the golem's fists pounded into his face. Yet, Sparta maintained his smile, which seemed to grow even wider.

Basically, it didn't dodge the attacks at all, which even puzzled the artificial lifeforms and golems, causing them to subconsciously stop attacking.

"You pathetic puppet created by the oppressor, sleep under the sun's gaze and beneath my sword, rest in peace."

With a casual swing of his sword, Sparta destroyed many weapons enhanced by magic.

They could have used ruthless 'abuse' to intimidate, but instead, they chose to eliminate them directly.

"...Is he crying?"

"That's him laughing."

Atalanta and Achilles looked at each other, their opinions differing for some reason.

"Let's not talk about that. Speaking of which, his strength seems to have changed a lot... he's become stronger, ever since that sun god appeared..."

"Could it be that the gods of foreign lands bestow blessings upon humans who do not belong to them?"

“Not quite sure.” As she spoke, Ata twitched her nose unhappily. The smell of metal and machine oil seemed like an unbearable stench to her, who was more like an animal. “We’ve been discovered. The Servants of the Black Faction are heading this way… Let’s make our move. I’ll retreat first and then support you and Sparta.”

She immediately retreated after speaking, disappearing into the darkness of the forest. After all, she was a top-notch hunter, and becoming one with the forest was not difficult for her.

"Alright, let me see what you're all about—"

Achilles then frowned slightly, because there were five shadows that appeared, in other words, the Black faction had deployed five Servants to deal with the three of them.

But only two appeared before us.

"Hey, hey, hey, so many people came and you only sent two? That's really underestimating us."

"...Ah, what a powerful aura! That's why I was summoned here. Well, I guess I have no choice. Alright, I guess I'll have to do it!"

"It really is you, Achilles."

Two Servants appeared: one was Astolfo, a Black Faction cavalryman, and the other was Chiron, a Black Faction archer and the teacher of many Greek heroes.

"It's you, teacher... I see. So, we're enemies now."

Chiron nodded slightly, and Afu agreed.

"Looks like I have to get serious."

Achilles remained relaxed with a smile on his face, but in reality, when he learned that his teacher had appeared as an enemy, he decided to use all his strength from the very beginning. After all, that was his teacher, and he couldn't afford to be careless in the slightest.

The forest was vast, filled with tall trees that made it difficult to wield weapons. The gradually freezing air was all too familiar.

It felt like an impending explosion, as if time had stopped.

However, just as the three were about to begin their battle, a tremendous wave of light erupted on the other side of the Spartan battlefield, causing even the three of them to lose their footing for a moment.

Meanwhile, earlier, Spark was facing off against Frankenstein, the Black Faction Berserker, and Avisbro, the Black Faction Warlock.

"Your Excellency Fran, please take good care of yourself."

Fran nodded silently to the sorcerer who had been so kind to her. She really wanted to thank him, but for some reason, she was still in the early stages of her life, so she could only make "ah ah" sounds. So the somewhat displeased android decided to express her opinion by shaking her head and nodding.

By the way, is that Grandpa? He looks like him, but he doesn't seem that young, nor does he look that powerful...

Just as Fran was silently pondering this, Spark appeared, having knocked the tree away.

"Alright, Suppressors, the time has come for you to be scattered!" Spark, smiling, looked at Fran, who was wielding a giant hammer. It was as if his berserk state had subsided in an instant. He asked softly, "Are you here to stop me too?"

Fran didn't understand what he meant, but thinking that he had been summoned, which meant he had been entrusted with a mission, he nodded.

"Is that so?" Sparta turned his sword, pointing at the sorcerer beside him, and laughed wildly again. "You arrogant servant of the oppressor, you have no reason to trample on me, I will kill you!"

He charged toward the warlock while laughing, his movements surprisingly agile, like a wild boar the size of a brown bear charging out of control. He attacked from above, his fierce strike enough to crush the warlock's body, but he easily dodged it.

"Thank you for your help, Lord Fran. I will assist you from the side."

As soon as Avisbro finished speaking, Fran stood in front of Spark and fought back with his hammer, but he was quickly thrown to the ground by Spark. Then, the assembled golems and the help of the sorcerers came to stop him.

As Spark fought Fran with his greatsword, he felt himself falling. The ground he was supposed to be standing on disappeared, making him momentarily forget that he should be swinging his sword downwards, but he didn't pay any attention to it.

Meanwhile, a golem weighing over a ton pressed down on Sparta's arm, attempting to immobilize him, but he swung his arm wildly like a child and knocked it away. The golem's upper body was shattered by a single punch, but the golem's advantage was that even with its head crushed, it could still move freely until its functions completely ceased.

They covered Spark with an almost uniform, ant-like precision, but their prey was neither a powerless little animal nor a green caterpillar, because no matter how the ants gnawed, the giant could not stop.

Spark wouldn't stop; despite his lower body being atomized, he continued to advance straight ahead, confronting Fran head-on.

The rebel was covered in golems, as if he had swelled up twice his size. Clad in armor made of rock, bronze, and iron, he continued to advance.

Forward, forward, only forward—this is how the berserker Spark, though utterly irrational, is not a delusional fool.

Through their nose, skin, ears, eyes, and tongue, Sparta knew that the oppressor was ahead.

The rebels pressed forward, tearing away the layers of golems covering them, and indeed they saw it—

The black pikeman standing at the front, Vlad III, the Piercing Prince of Romania.

"Ooh ooh, ooh ooh... ooh ...

Sparta extended their hands with great joy.

Just a little bit more, just a little bit more and this hand will be able to grasp the oppressor; just a little bit more, just a little bit more and the oppressor will truly feel the pain of himself and countless other miserable people—

Undeterred by the golem's weight, the man raised his sword high, a sharp stake striking his arm. Though he felt no pain, the stake still halted his movement.

"You are not a dreamer, but a fantasist. Have you ever dreamed of an equal world? For the first time, I want to pay tribute to the existence of rebels. And, it is truly a pity for you—"

With a snap of his fingers, Flanders III summoned the sorcerer beside him.

"I will reverse your betrayal, Sparta, whose master will henceforth be—"

"Hahahaha, O sun! Let the oppressors know the pain we suffer! The strong must never be allowed to trample on the weak! I will fight to drag the strong down to the status of the weak!!!"

He was clearly a spirit from the knees down, covered by a golem, and had all parts of his body except his heart and brain pierced.

The stake, several meters long, pierced through the golem's body in one go, even controlling the soul core, which was the most important part of a servant.

Even so, in order to defeat the man before him, Sparta moved. Under the 'charm of the sun,' he transcended the basic framework of being a Servant and, with his own will, shouted that sentence once more—

"Oh, now is the time! Rebellion! Physical pain cannot twist my will! Overthrowing the absurdity of adversity! Wings of freedom! Rebellious morning star illuminating the earth! Sun! Be witnesses!"

In an instant, the berserker's body swelled to an enormous size, almost equivalent to a gigantic 'demigod'.

"—Extreme Adversity: The Roar of a Wounded Beast!!!"

This was something even Flanders III probably hadn't anticipated, but for Avisbro and Danic, it was a situation they were prepared for.

Therefore, Danic, who was far behind, said to Frankenstein's Master, Caules:

"Use three Command Seals to make the Berserker use his Noble Phantasm and destroy the Red Servant."

If we can't successfully subdue that crazed Servant, we could just kill him; there'd be no need for so many people to go.

When the five Black players arrived, Danic asked Avisbro the following question.

"In that case, let Miss Fran play her role."

"Why? To consume a Servant out of thin air, even if their strength is only average, seems somewhat inappropriate."

“Danic, the ‘Adam’ I created requires a perfect sacrifice to become the original human being.”

The sorcerer, wearing a golden mask, spoke with such cold indifference that it sent chills down one's spine.

"Miss Fran, she is the perfect Eve created by humans. It's unimaginable that she could exist in the world. A homunculus successfully created based on the concept of 'Eve,' I wonder how weak the Church must have become to allow her to operate in the world and leave behind such a legend..."

He continued, "Shouldn't Eve, who came from Adam's rib, return?"

Avisbron wasn't worried about Fran disappearing after using her Noble Phantasm, because he had contacted Fran as soon as Fran appeared. As a master, he instantly analyzed the structure of the android girl and discovered that her design left behind a component after using her Noble Phantasm. In other words, the hidden power would generate a second version of her with a low probability.

Indeed, Avisbro's idea was to take the remaining parts as 'ribs' after Fran used his Noble Phantasm to perish together with Sparta, and offer them to Adam, the primordial human he was to create... And Danic agreed to this, after all, it would be very beneficial for Avisbro to create his primordial human.

Therefore, at this moment, he directly ordered Fran's Master, Corresponds, to use a Command Spell to command Fran to use his Noble Phantasm.

"Uh, but, this—"

Although it was only for a short time, because Fran was not the kind of irrational berserker, Caullis, as his Master, developed some goodwill towards him. Caullis had not been particularly eager to participate in this Holy Grail War, nor did he have any particular wish to fulfill. He wanted to refuse, but when he saw Darnic's unquestionable gaze, he could only nod in agreement.

Therefore, Corles uttered these words in a repulsive, cold voice:

"...The fifth one, 'Black,' commands with a Command Spell—remove all restrictions, activate the Noble Phantasm 'Grit Thunder Tree,' and defeat the Berserker."

"I, Fran, I don't want to—"

Immediately, the sky ripped open, and immense magical power concentrated on Fran, causing the blades at the end of the warhammer to spin at high speed.

For Fran, using her Noble Phantasm was something she didn't want to do. While she didn't have any particular desires, she did want to see if that person was indeed her grandfather... However, it seemed unlikely at the moment, because she was commanded by a Command Spell to use a Noble Phantasm that would cost her life.

Gravelly Thunder Tree.

From the sky to the earth, or from the earth to the sky, pale light poured down like a waterfall, the lightning strikes attempting to utterly ravage the world and completely destroy the berserker that resembled a giant 'demonic god'.

Regardless, the two berserkers' attack, delivered at the cost of their lives, was undeniably driven by unwavering determination, and it seems their only hope is mutual annihilation.

"...Did the part fall out?"

After the light faded, Avisbro murmured.

In his view, everything was going according to plan. Once he obtained the part that combined Fran's full power, his Adam would be perfectly born because of Eve's return.

However, he overlooked one point: the will of the rebels fighting in this Holy Grail War, although they had already used their Noble Phantasms, the purpose of which was only to eliminate the oppressors, not to kill people like them.

Indeed, Spartacus fought for the weak, while also fantasizing about a world where everyone was equal, and in him he saw the image of humans watching the petals drift in the wind.

Therefore, the rebels would never let their hands taint the lives of those who deserve to live in such a world.

Therefore, his incredibly ugly Noble Phantasm was not aimed at Frankenstein's Noble Phantasm, but rather encompassed or dissolved it. In other words, Sparta once again used his will to reverse the use of the Noble Phantasm, in order to harm those who would not be harmed.

"What exactly is this...?"

Fran, who had used a Noble Phantasm but was unharmed, looked at the place where the enormous 'Demon God' had been, somewhat puzzled. The 'Demon God' had now vanished, leaving only a barren land.

This was indeed somewhat surprising to Avisbro, but since things had come to this point, he decided to take action directly, as he could also sense that Frankenstein was very weak at the moment.

The sorcerer wearing the golden mask swiftly appeared behind Fran, extending one hand towards the organ that should have been the heart—

"...I can't stand betrayal, especially not under this sun..."

As the Berserker's aura weakened, the Sword-rank aura rose accordingly, but it was also weakening. After using his last body and remaining 'spirit core' to block the sorcerer's sneak attack, Sparta coldly turned into blue light spots and disappeared.

This is what is presented on the obsidian mirror.

268: Embrace the Holy Spirit, the original humanity, Thy name—Adam (6k)

Is he angry?

When Joan of Arc cautiously approached Novia and saw the scene, she also noticed Novia's furrowed brow.

Although all of this was not unacceptable to Jeanne, who was the arbiter, since such things were relatively normal in the Holy Grail War, it was precisely Novia's frown that aroused Jeanne's curiosity: did he know Frankenstein, the berserker of the Black Faction?

Having learned his true name, Jeanne quickly gleaned information about Frankenstein from the knowledge granted by the Holy Grail. She learned that Fran was an artificial being created based on the concept of 'Eve.' Jeanne had some understanding of Eve, but at the same time, she was simply perplexed by it. Could there really be someone in this world who could recreate the concept equivalent to 'Eve'? How amazing... no, how heretical!

Thinking of this, Joan of Arc realized that this pagan god's concern for Frankenstein, based on the concept of 'Eve,' might not be simply about his safety; could it be...?

Suddenly, a warning sounded in the saintess's mind—

snake!

Could it be that he and Abigail planned to have Fran, this Eve, swallow the 'forbidden fruit', using this as a basis to recreate the story of humanity's expulsion from the Garden of Eden, in order to elevate something, to elevate...

Ah, I get it! They're using this ascension to unleash Satan from hell, hoping to weaken the planet's defenses and allow an alien god to invade Earth. So that's how it is! What a treacherous scheme... Satan, and the alien god—these are things capable of destroying the world! How despicable!

The French saint naturally labeled Novia the 'culprit,' which was understandable given the ambiguous meaning left by the Voice of Heaven.

"Abby, open the door for me, I need to go check."

Abigail knew that Frankenstein was the android who called her brother "Grandpa," so after Novia said that, she didn't hesitate to use her power to summon a door with purple mist floating around it.

Novia then calmly and quickly headed towards the door.

Indeed, he was a little angry, something he hadn't done in a long time.

Although Frankenstein was only an android who had met her once or twice, and besides, the title of 'grandfather' was something she imposed on Novia... logically and emotionally, Novia shouldn't have reacted much to her...

It could be that Fran was forced to use his Noble Phantasm, or it could be the sacrifice of Sparta, or even Avisbro's sneak attack, but in any case, Novia was in a very bad mood at the moment. He just wanted to teach the guy who made Fran, who called him grandpa, look sad.