Artoria's Confusion

Hidden in the shadows, the monsters known as sea demons emitted sharp, baby-like cries, twisting their grotesque and hideous bodies. Like an endless wave, they surged from all directions, blocking everyone's path.

"Perfect timing!" Cu Chulainn shouted with excitement and madness.

The red glow in his eyes intensified, a crazed smile forming on his lips, and an icy and violent aura instantly erupted from his boy.

He revealed his fierce fangs, charging recklessly into the oncoming tide of sea demons.

Seeing this, Artoria widened her eyes slightly. Facing a horde of sea demons numbering in the hundreds, he dared to charge in alone.

'Is this man insane? Oh, wait. Berserkers aren't known for their rationality, are they?' Artoria nodded inwardly as she realized the truth.

*Hiiikkk—!!!*

The sea demons, sensing the aura of the living, emitted excited cries. Their contorted bodies writhed in a frenzy as they rushed forward, blackish-green tentacles reaching out like numerous grotesque and deformed serpents.

"Hmph!"

Cu Chulainn's eyes flashed with red, and the crimson spear in his hand spun madly, transforming into an unrelenting reaper. It massacred the oncoming tentacles, splattering the ground with copious amounts of nauseating viscous fluid, leaving behind a trail of disgusting mucus. 

The sea demons lacked pain receptors and knew nothing of fear. After a brief pause, they immediately launched the next wave of attacks. Countless tentacles turned into chains, assaulting Cu Chulainn's limbs mercilessly.

Despite being a Berserker, his spearmanship showed no decline. The red lightning of the crimson spear thrust out at a dizzying speed, severing all tentacles that came at him, leaving no room for defense.

"If it's just this degree, then you can all go to hell!"

Cu Chulainn laughed uproariously, his aura growing more ferocious.

With Strength in A and Agility in A+, he charged into the sea demon tide like a cannonball. His crimson demonic spear danced wildly, resembling a red tornado that shredded all nearby sea demons into pieces.

*Splatter!* *Splatter!* *Splatter!*

Flesh flew, juices splattered.

In an instant, at least thirty sea demons met their demise under the onslaught of Cu Chulainn's spear. These extradimensional creatures, capable of easily killing a grown adult, couldn't resist even a moment against him. They were slaughtered in the blink of an eye.

The shattered flesh wriggled on the ground, while Cu Chulainn, covered in black and red bone spikes, stood triumphantly on the earth like a descended demon god.

'He's strong!' Artoria's expression turned slightly serious. Such formidable strength coupled with exquisite spearmanship made Berserker too powerful.

From their first encounter, her intuition told her that Berserker was a very powerful foe. However, more than that, she couldn't help but be awestruck by the terrifying strength he displayed right now.

In a one-on-one melee combat, probably no one present could match him. Although Lancer's spearmanship was not inferior to Berserker's, there still existed a massive gap between them in terms of parameters.

In a regular Holy Grail War, Berserker alone could likely wipe out all the other Servants.

"Guhahaha! Not bad Berserker! No matter how many times I see his heroic figure, it's always a sight to behold. If this powerful warrior could be under my command, it would be a worthwhile venture even without getting the Holy Grail."

Iskandar laughed heartily while rubbing his chin.

"But, as the King of Conquerors, I can't let you steal all the limelight! Come on! It's time for my performance!"

"Via Expugnatio!"

The King of Conquerors laughed, snapped the reins, and the two bulls manifested from the myths of Zeus roared loudly.

With powerful hooves pounding the earth, the heavy chariot charged forward, crushing sea demons like fragile paper along the way, and leaving behind a trail of blood and flesh.

The rampaging chariot thundered across the land.

Lightning sparkled between the wheels and the bulls' hooves.

Lightning spread like a spiderweb, covering the land within a radius of ten meters.

Sea demons struck by it convulsed, instantly turning into charred corpses, emitting a foul stench of cheap leather mixed with rotting flesh.

Seeing Berserker and Rider achieve extraordinary results, the fiercely competitive Artoria couldn't stay passive. She took a deep breath, and the magical energy from the heart of the red dragon immediately flooded her limbs.

"Invisible Air!"

Artoria exclaimed while raising her black holy sword high.

*Whoosh—!*

The compressed air on the sword erupted into an invisible column of wind, rushing forward and piercing through all sea demons in its path, cutting them into countless pieces.

Arkhan was not idle either.

He extended his hand, and a deep red sphere with symmetrical carved patterns on both sides appeared in his palm. It leaped forward and hovered in the empty space above the sea demons.

"Star of Eden, one hundred times gravity."

*Hummm—!!!*

The deep red sphere trembled slightly, and a gravity of hundreds of times crashed down.

In an instant, all the sea demons were pressed to the cement ground, unable to move. Before long, they exploded like balloons one after another, scattering dismembered limbs and splattered organ fluids, turning the surroundings into a chaotic mess.

"How many Noble Phantasms are you still hiding, Lancer?"

Artoria couldn't help but glance at Arkhan. From the first time he appeared until now, she had hardly seen him use the same ability twice.

In theory, constrained by their class, each Servant should have a limited number of Noble Phantasms at their disposal. For instance, as a Saber, she could only wield Excalibur and Invisible Air, and couldn't use her other Noble Phantasms.

Gilgamesh, with the blessing of his legends, could possess numerous Noble Phantasms, but he was still bound by class restrictions, limited to simply shooting or throwing them like how an Archer was supposed to be.

However, Lancer was different. His Noble Phantasms were not only numerous but each could be fully unleashed and had diverse abilities, boasting formidable power that surpassed typical Servants.

Not to mention his clairvoyance and primordial rune.

Just how many trump cards did this man still have up his sleeve?

"Actually, I've only used one Noble Phantasm so far." Arkhan said with a sly smile.

Hearing that answer, Artoria furrowed her brows slightly. Did he mean that all those Noble Phantasms were like Gilgamesh's 'Gate of Babylon', all encompassed within a single Noble Phantasm?

But what kind of Noble Phantasm could encompass such a diverse range of abilities, each with drastically different effects?

Artoria pondered, ransacking her mind for all the myths and legends, finding no match for such an existence.

Seeing her pondering expression, Arkhan knew what she was thinking.

He shook his head and smiled.

If this girl could really figure out the origins of his Noble Phantasms, that would be truly extraordinary.