Looking at the strange yet familiar city before her, this was a very special experience for Artoria. Although she was also King Arthur, she was ultimately not the same person as her self who wielded the Holy Sword. So, looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar red bridge, Artoria, having descended as the King who wields the Holy Lance, didn't know how to describe her current feelings.
Of course, how she expressed her feelings was, to some extent, unimportant. After all, this was a Holy Grail War. They were beings meant to fight each other. According to the memories she had received, the Holy Grail had already been purified, meaning that this time, the Holy Grail could truly grant wishes....
Although she had already found peace, neither she nor her royal sister had any wish that absolutely required the Holy Grail. As a king who maintained the world, she naturally should let the Holy Grail fall into the hands of a good person, preventing it from realizing any wish that would destroy the world.
In the end, the Holy Grail was just a wish-granting machine. Although certain restrictions had been put in place 10 years ago, finding loopholes was not difficult.
Although she was not her Saber-class self and did not possess the 'Instinct' skill among her inherent skills, this ability ultimately flowed in her blood, permeated her very bones. Therefore, she could still trust her intuition, more or less. At least, according to this King's intuition, Berserker's Master could not be allowed to obtain the Holy Grail.
Berserker's Master, the blue-haired magus, wouldn't wish for something like the destruction of society or the world. His wish was actually just for immortality, the materialization of the soul, thereby achieving eternal life and powerful strength, eventually leading to world domination. Strictly speaking, all he needed to say to the Holy Grail was [Let me achieve the materialization of the soul].
Just like the butterfly effect, if this magus truly had the capability, he only needed his wish to fall like a single drop of water into a lake. The ripples it created would one day become a world-ending tsunami.
Even if Aslan had placed partial restrictions on the Holy Grail ten years ago, the Grail was not yet sensitive enough to judge the thoughts within a person's heart. The ability to peek into the darkness of a person's heart originally belonged to All the World's Evils. The Holy Grail itself was, accurately speaking, merely a terminal.
Just the Holy Grail's most basic ability—the materialization of the soul—could potentially turn a ripple into a tsunami, let alone other, more creative wishes.
After falling into the water, Berserker made a loud splash. After kicking up a wave, he vanished without a trace. The disappearance of this common enemy naturally made the scene somewhat awkward. After receiving her directive, the King wielding the Holy Lance clamped her legs against the steed beneath her and began to charge onto the broken bridge.
Like a white comet, the tip of her lance seemed invincible.
The red-haired bladesmith and the Archer holding the giant cannon had not relaxed their guard. Therefore, when they saw this Lancer on a white horse charging at them, they did not panic excessively. The Archer holding the giant cannon immediately raised it and fired numerous shells at this Heroic Spirit on the white horse.
These shells plummeted from above like meteorites, leaving a crater in the ground each time they struck. However, the Lancer on the white horse was even more agile than they had imagined. It should be said, as expected of a white horse summoned alongside the Heroic Spirit's main body. This horse alone was likely worthy of becoming a Heroic Spirit.
The Archer holding the giant cannon looked at the white steed easily carrying its master to dodge his attacks and couldn't help but sigh. "How enviable..... I would like a mount like that too."
What a pity, such spiritual animals became increasingly rare after the Age of Gods.In my era, the mounts used on the battlefield were still mostly horses.If I had such a mount, perhaps the outcome would have been different.Alright, my failure isn't something a mount like this could have redeemed.But I don't regret it.
The red-haired bladesmith gently stroked the blade in his hand. After exchanging a glance with the Archer behind him, both sides immediately understood the other's thoughts. Clearly, the Lancer before them did not seem like someone either of them could easily handle alone.
This red-haired bladesmith was currently summoned by a magus who had just started, and he lacked any special protection. Therefore, it was impossible for him to possess the kind of strength he had when summoned by the Alien God. At least, it would be difficult to survive after taking another fatal attack, unlike in a certain Lostbelt where he stubbornly endured attacks sufficient to kill him several times over.
Furthermore, the summoner's own magical energy was not as dense as imagined, which also had a certain impact on his physical stats. His parameters, which should have been first-rate, were dragged down to quasi-first-rate.
Such physical stats were simply not enough to confront the imposing Lancer. Although Noble Phantasms existed to disguise one's aura or stats, he would never believe that the aura of a Heroic Spirit charging at the two of them so decisively was a fake!
Whether the opponent is just probing or intends to eliminate a Heroic Spirit on this first night of the Holy Grail War, for now, one of us must engage in close combat while the other provides ranged support.
Although it sounded strange, the giant cannon in the Archer's hands could actually fire like a machine gun. Right now, such an attack was continuously strafing outwards. Since that steed could agilely dodge the cannon bombardment, he would have to use a denser barrage to pin her down.
However, the wielder of the Holy Lance charging towards them merely raised the Holy Lance in her hand slightly. The shell covering the lance slowly opened, and golden magical energy burst forth. The best defense is a good offense. Artoria, wielder of the Holy Lance, confirmed the feasibility of this point to some extent.
Isn't it just a burst and cancellation of magical energy?Simple~ If someone from their family couldn't use Mana Burst, or even its advanced skills, they definitely aren't from the direct Pendragon line.
The Archer holding the giant cannon, upon seeing this method of counter-attack, wore a smile mixed with an inexplicable helplessness. "This amount of magical energy, this kind of burst..... Is this knight a monster?"