This wooden sword seemed to transform into a truly peerless weapon. In the next moment, it slashed at the mysterious existence before him, appearing as if it had cut him in two. Subsequently, it left a scratch on the ground as the black steed carried the Heroic Spirit away from the man.
Looking at the wooden sword in his hand, from which the golden light had already dissipated, leaving only a few cracks caused by the inability to bear the magical energy, the Heroic Spirit gritted his teeth. He instantly understood that he had not struck a solid body. Otherwise, the wooden sword in his hand would definitely have sustained greater damage.
After all, this wooden sword was no Noble Phantasm. It was merely a weapon he could use after a little preparation and the infusion of magical energy. It was not even comparable to the weapons Lancelot created using Knight of Owner.
For such a low-level weapon to attack an enemy while the Noble Phantasm was released without immediately breaking was simply like a dream. How should one put it? This Heroic Spirit had long been accustomed to the "precious sword" in his hand being destroyed after releasing his Noble Phantasm to fight an enemy.
Although the weapon in his hand could still be used for combat, the Heroic Spirit's mood was truly far from good.
"Danger, danger, truly dangerous. If I hadn't urgently changed my body state, this skin would probably have really been torn by that weapon. That won't do. Before finding that man's body, this flesh cannot suffer any greater damage. The small wound from before was just an accident..."
Most importantly, he had finally become the external spokesman. If he performed too poorly, the other guys would definitely try every means to make him hand over control of this body. Although this body currently had the highest compatibility with him, the other guys could also use this flesh. He would not yield this pleasure of free movement to anyone else.
Moreover, although this Heroic Spirit's movement speed was fast, it was still lacking just a bit. Such speed was enough for him to react and transform a part of his flesh into magical energy.
Gently lifting his hat, a humble smile appeared on the face of this mysterious humanoid existence. Of course, it would have been more convincing if one ignored the eerie magical energy surrounding him.
"Tonight, our goal has been achieved. So, we shall part ways here. We will meet again soon. When that time comes, please consider the young girl in our hands."
The Heroic Spirit gritted his teeth and rode his steed once more, preparing to launch a raid against this existence. The wooden sword in his hand was wrapped in golden magical energy again. However, this time, the humanoid existence raised his hand before leaving. At the same time, this humanoid existence shook his head secretly. He had originally wanted to leave quietly like this, but it seemed he still had to display some of his strength.
A strangely shaped pillar extended upward from underground. At the same time, the eyes covering the pillar lit up in unison. A string of incomprehensible words emanated from within the pillar. Relying on massive magical energy, a series of explosions spread outward. The Heroic Spirit, who was launching an attack, was forced to adopt a defensive stance, but even so, he was blown away.
A series of craters were left on the ground, and even the surrounding houses were completely turned into ruins. Because the Heroic Spirit had a set of armor Noble Phantasm, he did not suffer much damage. However, this was clearly not the result this Heroic Spirit wanted to see.
When the dust settled, the humanoid existence that had been standing there had vanished without a trace. The boy who arrived in a hurry looked at all this and clenched his teeth.
Shinji's clothes were already soaked with sweat at this moment. Even his arms and knees had scrapes left from falling due to rushing in panic. He had even lost a shoe while running. The foot without the shoe was leaving a trail of thin bloody footprints. Because all his magical energy was used to maintain his stamina and muscles, protection for his skin was neglected, resulting in such a wretched appearance.
Looking at the traces remaining at the scene, Shinji hammered the ground fiercely, causing a few wounds on his fingers. Immediately afterward, as if he had thought of something, his eyes widened slightly. Because he was too panicked, he had actually ignored his greatest aid!
However, this was relatively normal. On one hand, this child was only this old; in normal society, he would just be a high school student. Although he had wandered outside for so many years and struggled on his own for a long time, making him appear more mature than other children, it also created a small problem...
Precisely because he had always acted alone, the first thing this child thought of when something happened was to rely on himself. Habits formed since childhood are not so easily changed. Thanks to meeting Sigma relatively early, otherwise, Shinji wouldn't even have thought of Sigma in such a situation.
coupled with suffering losses when living alone, Shinji had always maintained a degree of alienation and distrust towards others. In addition, since he was a scientific research type, his communication with others mostly concerned data. Therefore, these small problems had not yet been completely improved.
Whether it was Sakura or Shinji, the flaws and problems they currently had were actually the butterfly effects left by the complete change of the Fourth Holy Grail War. Judging by the current situation, were such changes good or bad?
Shinji waved his hand and did not choose to return to the Emiya household. At the same time, he asked the Knight to say sorry to Sigma. I clearly came to this city upon receiving Sigma's invitation with the purpose of protecting my sister, but now I haven't protected my sister at all... Even the cooperation with Sigma might fall through...
From this perspective, I truly am a failure. I haven't kept a single idea or promise. For this boy, the blow of this night was slightly too heavy. However, the boy also understood that now was not the time for self-blame. He needed to tell Aslan what happened here as quickly as possible.
This matter was likely directed at Aslan. Only this elder of his could possibly recognize what kind of guy this existence in human skin was. And only his elder would go to find the captured Sakura.
Ignoring the recovery of his own injuries, Shinji ran towards where Marisbury was.