Atalante infused a large amount of magical energy into this attack of hers. In this state, she had long since stopped caring what would happen to her own body after this battle. Therefore, every attack could be said to be breaking through the limits of her own body. Doing so was destined to leave unimaginable after-effects.
But Atalante had already bet everything on this one blow, on this one battle. As for what would be left of her after this battle, she really didn't care. Even if she were to make her exit after this battle, as long as she took down Aslan, she would be willing.
Looking at the attack coming at him from Atalante, Aslan could, of course, try to melt his own body to take this blow, and then recover with his own powerful regenerative ability. But if he could completely block this blow without being injured, why would he use such a last-resort method to block it?
Aslan's right hand was placed at his waist, his hand closing into a fist in the empty air. Then, a golden light spread out from his hand, quickly forming into the shape of the Sword of Glorious Victory. The weapons and Noble Phantasms in Estée Lauder's—Aslan's hands were by no means limited to the Holy Spear he had been using all along. If one were to think that Aslan had no defensive weapon after losing his Holy Spear, and that he could be kneaded at will, then they would be greatly mistaken.
In Aslan's eyes, this was, more or less, an all-out attack from Atalante. He had to take it a little seriously. Otherwise, it would be a loss of face for her. Although his current actions and attitude were already very disrespectful to her.
With a shower of sparks, the sound of metal clashing rang out. There was even a bit of a blood flower. The distance between the two was once again created.
The specks of fresh blood that were scattered on the ground were not Aslan's. Atalante looked at her blood-stained right hand, and the wound in her palm. She couldn't help but grit her teeth. An attack that she had thought was a sure thing, she had not expected that at the last critical moment, it would be interrupted by that suddenly appearing golden holy sword. Who knew why this guy before her had a treasured sword in addition to the holy spear in his hand?
Atalante looked at the wound in her palm and gritted her teeth. This wound was already enough to affect her right hand. If she continued to fight desperately, after this battle, she would have absolutely no chance of winning the entire Holy Grail War. In other words, the current her needed to make a choice.
Should she put everything into this battle with the person named Aslan before her, or should she keep a certain amount of reserve strength and wait for the other upcoming battles? After all, there was still a long time until the curtain fell on the Holy Grail War. In other words, the her of the future was very likely to need to overdraft her future.
Atalante looked at her own palm, then revealed a smile. This smile was full of a strange quality. Having already reached this point, did she have any other choice?
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At the same time, not far away, the two heroes who had entered the special battle space, Achilles and Chiron, had finally ended their battle. This battle between master and student was far more tragic than imagined. The one who survived had multiple bone fractures. The one who lost had his chest pierced by a punch. In any case, this contest ended with Achilles's victory.
But until the very last moment, this hero's teacher, the legendary and famous wise centaur, Chiron, still taught this famous great hero a lesson. This was war. It was precisely because in a war, anyone who had been open and honorable before might pull some little tricks.
Right now, the Red Faction's Hanging Gardens had not yet taken the Black Faction's Holy Grail. It was for this reason that, with not too many shadows exposed, all Chiron could do was, at the last moment of his life, break through the immortality of this student of his. Otherwise, the Red Faction, with an immortal Heroic Spirit, was really too much. This was the last contribution he could make for the Black Faction. Of course, he did so, on one hand, because this was the Holy Grail War, and on the other hand, because of his Master, that tenacious little girl. That little girl was different from any of the students he had taught before, bearing the heavy burden of her family with a fragile body. Yggdmillennia was a large family pieced together from multiple families. Therefore, the entire family naturally also had its own small factions...
Chiron let out a soft sigh. This was all he could do. But he always had a bit of a bad premonition. He hoped...
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Just as Atalante was preparing to launch another attack on Aslan, a green light pierced through, directly blocking in front of her. The one who had arrived was precisely Achilles. Even though his heel had been attacked, and his comet-like speed had been affected, he was still a first-rate Servant!
"Big Sis!!"
Atalante looked at the hero before her, and a bit of anger couldn't help but rise in her heart. Why are you standing in my way? Don't even you agree with what I'm doing now?
"Achilles!! Move aside!!"
Achilles looked at the crazed Atalante before him and took a deep breath. His eyes became even more determined. "No! I will not move aside! From now on, I will be your opponent! I will pull you out from the abyss!"
Hearing this, Atalante couldn't help but let out a roar. There was no need for any more thought. Now, as long as someone stood in her way, she would just eliminate all of them!
Aslan stretched his hand towards the high sky. The holy spear that he had thrown out before quickly returned to his hand.
"I'll leave this to you..."
Aslan turned his head and placed his gaze on Vlad III. After all, Aslan had already noticed that on the edge of the battlefield, a jeep was charging towards Frankenstein. That should be Mordred.
As for Astolfo in the sky above, at this moment, he was still there, constantly dodging the attacks of the Hanging Gardens. How should one put it? Looking at it this way, Astolfo seemed to be in no danger at all.
As for Siegfried? Of course, it wasn't because Aslan was worried about Siegfried's anti-dragon trait. It was entirely because, at the time of the battle on the first day, hadn't these two already made a promise to have a good, big battle later? This was called not being a third wheel. He should just obediently go and fight Vlad III.
And so, Aslan, with a few leaps, arrived near Vlad III. He spoke to Karna, "Go and fulfill your promise. Leave this to me."