[233] The True Judgment
"Yes... or rather, this possibility is more likely in comparison," Barthomeloi Lorelei said, "Free his Noble Phantasm. In that case, the tens of thousands of souls he possesses will be released, and you can then kill Alucard when he is vulnerable during the activation of his attacking spell."
"Haha, still a bit difficult," Arash shook his head. "By the way, that Lancer somehow knows my true name."
"He knows your true name?"
"Yes," Arash nodded. "I did hear him call my name."
"...Don't worry about it. Just rest well," Barthomeloi Lorelei frowned slightly and said.
Anyone could withdraw from the battle, except Arash. Arash had to withdraw after Ozymandias!
Because now... Arash himself was a weapon suppressing him...
Although, in terms of strength, Arash couldn't compare to Ozymandias, but... That Pharaoh had grown up listening to Arash's stories. This was a card...
In her hands, there were only two cards that could play a role at a crucial moment: one was Arash, and the other... was the Berserker, the dragon that had allied with them!
...
"Ha—!"
Crash—Boom!
The Noble Phantasms struck without restraint.
The executor, who claimed to be able to battle Servants, couldn't intervene much in such a fight.
Whether it was Mordred or Siegfried.
The magical supply behind them was almost infinite.
Blade-to-blade combat, Noble Phantasm clashes—
The strength displayed by the two was evenly matched, and the buildings around them were like falling dominoes, continuously collapsing.
One after another.
"This is... a Servant..." Ambrose Conant took a deep breath. If it were a close-quarters battle, he could barely manage it... yes, a close-quarters battle could barely be handled.
But...
With unrestrained magical energy release, coupled with the brilliance of Noble Phantasms.
Even he couldn't intervene, even if there were individuals among the buried mechanisms with such strength...
Swish swish—
The next moment, he threw several Black Keys.
Then, as if disappearing into the void.
"A barrier? Is it the magus from that squad..." Looking around, he suddenly jumped up and thrust two Black Keys into the ground—two black dogs were impaled on the ground.
Blood splattered.
"A familiar?"
The next moment, his expression changed slightly. His arm was raised in front of him.
A magus rushed in directly, chanting some incantations in his mouth, and his body emitted a faint light.
"Oh, enhancement?"
Bang—
The priest's robe on Ambrose Conant's arm, as well as the flesh, split open, revealing the mechanical—
"Sacredization?" The magus's face changed slightly, and the next moment, his body suddenly retreated, blood sprayed from the fist that swung over.
On Ambrose Conant's arm, there was something rapidly rotating like a circular saw, leaving wounds on his hand!
Bang bang bang—
Just at this moment.
Gunshots rang out, and several bullets unexpectedly shot towards the two without warning!
"Lancer—?"
Clang clang clang!
Blocking the bullets, Ambrose Conant looked at the Servant who seemed to fall like a free fall but left no trace on the ground, frowning, "Wait, shouldn't we be on the side—"
"Checkmate—"
Bang—
...
"Wait! Both of you, hold on!"
"Ha?" Mordred tightened the sword in her hand, grinning, "Who cares about you—! Get out of the way!"
"Did I ask you to wait, or are you deaf!?"
Bang—
The saint who ran here didn't have the staff in her hand. Instead, a pair of gauntlets appeared on her left hand. She suddenly threw a punch at Mordred's chin!
ORA!
"Ugh—"
Caught off guard, Mordred was directly sent flying.
"This should make you quiet enough to listen, right?" Martha looked at the two, threw away the staff, and two gauntlets appeared in her hands. She pressed her fingers against her chest and said, "If you don't listen, come over! Let me teach you what mercy is!"
"Damn it..."
On the other side, Siegfried stopped.
After all, Martha was the Ruler of this Holy Grail War.
But, for this rebellious knight, this didn't matter at all!
"Damn it—Who cares if you're a Ruler, die for me! Clarent Blood Arthur—"
Without hesitation.
Since there was enough magical energy, there was no reason to save it. She directly unleashed her Noble Phantasm! Clarent Blood Arthur! Who cares if you're a Ruler or whatever... who knows what a Ruler is!
Indeed, the Holy Grail had given this part of the memory to every Servant.
But...
He didn't really pay attention.
"Okay... if that's the case—"
Martha laughed, happily and loudly. Indeed, she was the judge of this Holy Grail War.
But... since she was human, there could be no absolute fairness. Unless it was a true saint!
Although Martha was called a saint, this was just the surface identity she hid...
"Ora—!"
Martha's body swayed around, avoiding this Noble Phantasm.
After all, there was no charging involved, and even if the magical energy was sufficient, a lot of preparation was needed to fully swing this strike.
"What's with the sword! Punching is a woman's romance! Ora ora ora ora ora—!"
Saying that, Martha, who rushed to Mordred, clenched her fists and roared, just like the line she saw in an anime a while ago: "Ora ora ora ora ora—!!"
Bang bang bang bang—
Like raindrops, the fists kept hitting Mordred.
Martha was excitedly beating her!
Yes, that's it! This is the feeling! Constantly hitting one after another, shouting "Ora!" as if venting all the strength of her body!
Really great! Too comfortable!
Siegfried looked at the scene in front of him... looking at the gradually shattering armor of Mordred, already put down the sword in his hand quietly and began to retreat: "I'm sorry, Master... Is that person really a Ruler? Not a Berserker or something?"
"..." Ishizaki Rito
"Probably... well." Looking at this side through Siegfried's field of vision, Ishizaki Rito thought for a moment and said, "Since the so-called Ruler is a judge, shouldn't they have stronger power than everyone else? Otherwise, how can they be a judge?"
"...You're probably right."
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