The red-haired young man looked at all this with his mouth slightly agape. He still hadn't figured out what exactly had happened. He had just listened to what his magic teacher had said and then followed suit. As a result, an existence who looked almost identical to him, but possessed extraordinary strength, had appeared from the magic circle.
In his perception, this existence was just like the black giant before him and the tall man holding the cannon. He could only perceive a powerful magical energy, as if they themselves were composed of magical energy.
"This... this is?"
The young man swallowed hard, and stammered out the question he wanted to ask. And Rin, standing behind him, looked at the battle before her, her tone calm as she replied, "This is a war. A war where people can die. It is also a war for magi to realize their own ideals. Its name is the Holy Grail War. And you have already been dragged into it."
The young lady's red windbreaker fluttered behind her in the night wind, in the waves stirred up by the magical explosions, making a sound. At the same time, the young lady's expression was serious and earnest.
"Open your eyes and watch carefully. Now that you've been dragged in, it's not so easy to quit."
As soon as her voice fell, the red-haired bladesmith swung the giant blade in his hand and clashed with the Berserker before him. After the blade and the axe made contact, a loud bang was heard. Then, that long blade directly shattered. The Berserker raised his other hand to block the Archer's attack. Then, that body, which was like a small giant's, lifted its own foot and kicked towards the bladesmith.
And the bladesmith just silently curled his lips into a smile. In the process of raising both his hands, two forging hammers appeared in them. With a clash, the Berserker's foot was visibly dented. This also made the Berserker let out a roar.
Then, a powerful magical energy erupted from the Berserker's body. His whole person, in a bizarre posture, dodged out from under the bladesmith's attack. In fact, he even directly dodged the giant cannon barrel that the tall Archer had smashed over, which, by all rights, he should not have been able to dodge.
The Archer holding the large cannon raised an eyebrow. Clearly, this should be an ability that the Berserker possessed. It should be the inherent skill of "Disengage." To be able to break free from a difficult situation and at the same time restore one's own state. Looking at it this way, the skill level that this Berserker possessed was not low.
The Archer narrowed his eyes. If that was the case, then this was truly a troublesome matter. If the other party also had a skill like "Battle Continuation," then the combination of this skill would be extremely heaven-defying for a Berserker. If he could still survive after encountering a fatal attack, and then, by relying on his own ability, dodge out of a dangerous area, and at the same time, recover himself. Plus the support of a Command Spell, he could even retreat completely unscathed.
Who wouldn't be annoyed by this kind of Berserker who could come and harass you from time to time? He was really curious about this Berserker's true identity. Just from the high-level "Disengage" skill, one could basically be sure that this was an indomitable hero.
To be able to fight such a hero was really both delightful and a headache.
As long as one was a hero, who wouldn't want to fight other heroes? After all, heroes cherish each other, but at the same time, heroes also kill each other. Since ancient times, it has always been that heroes cherish heroes, and heroes kill heroes. If one were to encounter a third-rate opponent in battle, one would, more or less, also feel disappointed.
Of course, for them, as Heroic Spirits, they naturally hoped to have a evenly matched battle. But for the participating magi, it should be that they hoped the Heroic Spirit summoned by the other side was as weak as possible. After all, in that case, their own chances of winning would be greater.
The Berserker, who had returned to a safe position, had not received his master's order to retreat. It was precisely because of this that he would not retreat now. After a simple readjustment, he would continue to launch an attack on these Heroic Spirits. As a Berserker, the battle would naturally only end with death.
After landing on the bridge, the magical energy on the Berserker's body became even more lofty. At the same time, the Noble Phantasm that had originally only been partially released was, at this moment, completely displayed before everyone. One after another, undead soldiers poked their bodies out from the magical energy. At the same time, a giant mount composed of the undead also appeared under the Berserker.
It was a black mammoth, fully clad in armor, its body burning with the faint flames of the undead. The first moment this mammoth appeared, the entire Fuyuki Ohashi Bridge bent downwards a few points. Clearly, this bridge was not enough to completely support the rampaging Berserker and his retinue.
The red-haired bladesmith threw out several daggers, and then directly used the forging hammer in his hand to hammer them one by one, sending them flying. Like several bullets fired out at high speed, these weapons pierced through a portion of the undead soldiers. Looking at the bridge, which was gradually bending even more, and seemed to have signs of breaking, this Heroic Spirit quickly retreated a certain distance.
After returning to his own Master's side, the bladesmith rubbed his own hair. The face that was identical to his own Master's showed a bit of a troubled expression. "It seems the other party has activated their Noble Phantasm. Let me make it clear in advance, Master. This old man's Noble Phantasm can only be used once. At the same time, after using it, this old man will make his exit. So don't just count on this old man. In the end, this old man is not some famous warrior."
The Archer holding the large cannon also created some distance from the Berserker's surroundings. At the same time, with a horizontal sweep, the giant cannon in his hand, like an iron hammer, crushed the undead soldier closest to him. "Master, does the current situation require me to activate my Noble Phantasm? As long as I activate my Noble Phantasm, the Rainbow Bridge will surely bring you a song of triumph."
Rin clenched her fists. To be honest, she didn't want to show her own Heroic Spirit's Noble Phantasm so quickly. After all, to guess a Heroic Spirit's identity based on their Noble Phantasm was really too simple. It was one thing for a Berserker. When activating their Noble Phantasm, the true name of the Noble Phantasm was just a series of roars. To want to guess a Berserker's true name based on their Noble Phantasm, one had to rely on the appearance of the Noble Phantasm. But other Heroic Spirits, when they released their Noble Phantasms, would always call out their true names.
Although the image of this Heroic Spirit she had summoned was very different from what was recorded in history, he was already a Heroic Spirit. What was impossible? If she hadn't inquired about the situation of the Fourth Holy Grail War, she would not have thought that the legendary King Arthur was a girl.
"No... wait a little longer. If it really doesn't work, then release your Noble Phantasm..."
Her purpose was to show her own strength. If she was forced to use her Noble Phantasm now, then many people would laugh at her for being nothing special.