"Round Table Knight Mordred, here to claim victory for my king!"
Gripping Clarent, its crimson glow blazing, Mordred plummeted from the sky, her blade slashing toward the ground at Frankenstein's Monster.
Frankenstein had been mowing down Semiramis' dragon-tooth soldiers with her Noble Phantasm when this sudden aerial assault startled her. She leapt back to evade.
Mordred crashed into the earth like an artillery shell, carving a massive crater. Before the dust settled, she burst forth in a streak of red light, closing the distance to Frankenstein in an instant. Wielding her greatsword with both hands, she aimed a devastating strike at Frankenstein's head.
"Take this!"
"Rua!" Frankenstein roared in fury, activating her Noble Phantasm. Her mace, crackling with golden lightning, swung to meet Mordred's blade.
Crimson and golden lightning clashed, intertwining before erupting in a massive explosion that surged skyward.
"Mordred's already on the battlefield? That fast?" Amakusa Shirou muttered, watching the magical feed from atop the Hanging Gardens, surprised. He'd anticipated Saber's team arriving, but not this swiftly. Such speed suggested flight, yet King Arthur had no legends of soaring the skies.
"Mordred's here, which means Saber is too." Amakusa noted.
"Correct. I've located Saber." Semiramis confirmed, flicking her fingers to shift the feed to Altair's position.
Landing alongside Mordred, Altair joined the fray, though his combat was less flashy. The Black Faction's key Servants, Vlad, Chiron, and Astolfo, were locked in duels, leaving only Avicebron, the rear-line Caster controlling golems, and the captured Red Faction Berserker, Spartacus, unengaged. With Spartacus still sidelined and Avicebron in the back, Altair faced only homunculi and golems.
"These small fry? Talk about underestimating me." Altair said, chuckling at the golems before him. As King Arthur, a top-tier Saber, facing mere golems was almost insulting… but perfect for his plan.
Slacking off was the best approach. Altair had no intention of flexing his full power, not with Karna, the battlefield's ceiling, still active. He needed to stay under the radar.
Golems were ideal for that.
Brandishing his cleaver, Altair began his one-sided slaughter.
One swing, one golem down. Another swing, another crumbled. He reveled in the routine.
The Black Faction's golem army withered under his blade. Though Altair struck methodically, each swing obliterated a golem's core, making his clear rate absurdly high.
He carved through swathes of them effortlessly.
From the Millennia Fortress, Avicebron watched, exasperated. This Saber, King Arthur, was infuriating. He avoided close-quarters with the golems, using his oversized blade like a lance to snipe their cores from afar, nullifying the traps embedded within. Avicebron's magecraft relied on golems triggering spells upon contact, but Altair's ranged kiting turned melee into a mockery.
"No choice. Berserker, it's your turn." Avicebron sighed, deploying the captured Spartacus.
A free Berserker was better than nothing. If he could stall Saber, great, facing him personally would be suicide, and Avicebron knew his melee limitations well.
Altair dispatched the final golem with a swing, shouldering his cleaver as he surveyed the now-empty grassland. "Looks like I've cleared them out. They're done wasting golems on me."
He suspected the Black Faction's next move: unleashing Spartacus. The captured Berserker had yet to appear on the frontlines, so to counter his sudden arrival, they'd likely send him out.
As expected, dust rose in the distance. Spartacus, the Smiling Boy, charged like a tank toward Altair.
"Berserker, huh? Let's see how to handle this." Altair mused, recalling Spartacus' abilities.
Among Berserkers, Spartacus was the weakest Altair had encountered, but his Noble Phantasm, Crying Warmonger, was unique. It absorbed energy from attacks, swelling his body. The more he absorbed, the larger he grew, until he reached his limit, unleashing the stored energy in a massive beam before self-destructing.
To defeat him, you either overwhelmed him to trigger his explosion or restrained him to prevent his Noble Phantasm, as the Black Faction had done.
Altair chose the first option.
As for Spartacus' explosion target? The Hanging Gardens, floating above. Semiramis would love the surprise, a super-sized rocket courtesy of Altair.
"Hahaha! Oppressors, enemies, where are you?!" Spartacus bellowed, nearing Altair, wildly swinging his sword in true mad Berserker fashion.
"Right here, buddy!" Altair called, waving to draw his attention.
Spartacus locked onto him, raising his sword. "Hahaha! Found you, oppressor! Face the rebel's judgment!"
"Oh, awesome!" Altair replied, casually firing a beam rifle shot that shattered Spartacus' leg.
"Don't worry, I'll max out your energy in no time."
And that energy would become a colossal rocket for Semiramis.
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