But he had no power to resist at all. Lancer's posture, which was almost broken, collapsed in a situation he could not even imagine.
Boom!
A muffled sound echoed in everyone's heart, and the invisible shock wave directly pushed away all obstacles.
Then the spectators saw that Cu Chulainn, who had been so cool before, was knocked flying backwards and hit the modified wall at an extremely fast speed.
The body fell down with its afterimage, stirring up countless dust and debris.
The contrast was so strong that Bazett couldn't help but rub his eyes. It seemed that his ancestor was not as explosive as he said.
Cough!
After walking out of the smoke, Cu Chulainn looked at the still trembling spear with a bit of helplessness. Was this enemy's strength a bit too much? Could it be Hercules?
Although he looked thin and was an agile spearman, as a demigod he actually had no obvious weaknesses, and even his strength had reached the top level.
I suffered such a great loss because my whole body was penetrated by that unreasonable force.
It is indeed very embarrassing, and it is simply unforgivable to embarrass ourselves in front of future generations thousands of years later.
Without waiting for the spearmen to regroup, the lead-black servant continued to chase the target.
The gray alien swung the giant sword as if it knew nothing more than this, and Lancer had no room to dodge.
Berserker's slashes were deadly storms that could not be defended against unless one blocked with one's whole body, so he had to endure the storm like forging iron.
For Lancer, the only chance of winning is to find a way out in the gaps between the enemy's attacks, but that also requires Berserker to find a gap.
Chapter 99 The Boy Who Sees Through Everything
A sword like a black rock, like a hurricane.
With such a huge body and such a huge sword, the Berserker's sword swinging speed is faster than that of the Lancer.
The repetitive attacks were just continuous hammering, crude swordplay without any skill, but that was enough.
If there is overwhelming power and speed, there is no room for skill to intervene.
Skills were invented by humans to make up for their shortcomings, but shortcomings do not exist in this giant beast.
Finally, a huge black foot kicked Cu Chulainn's little face. The blue figure rolled over and over in the courtyard for countless times and plowed the ground for a long distance before stopping.
boom!
This was a mixture of fighting spirit and magic. Cu Chulainn shook off the dirt and grass on his body and resumed his stance.
“Slap in the face…!!!!”
We are all demigods, how can you not give me any face! My descendants are watching!
Thinking about the bold words before departure and the coquettish appearance at the beginning, the spearman's face was flushed.
"Declaration!"
Suddenly, there was an extra magical power in the body, and various attributes also increased to a small level.
Is this the Command Spell being consumed?
Looking back, it was Bazette who saw that the situation was not good and decisively used his authority to temporarily improve the servant's attributes.
……
Cu Chulainn didn't know if he was the first Servant to be strengthened by a Command Spell in the Fifth Holy Grail War, but it was really embarrassing.
huh~~
The Son of Light of Ireland decided to use his unparalleled gun skills to massacre his opponents.
Madness is the exchange of sanity for greater strength and endurance, but the loss of sanity means a decline in skill.
Therefore, as long as he could suppress the opponent's level with his unparalleled spear skills, and with the added bonus of increased strength and endurance, he could kill the opponent without any injury and save his face.
"Come again!!"
Red spear shadows flashed around the berserker. Some blocked, some grabbed, some stabbed. In the hands of the spearman, the spear was as skillful as a swimming dragon.
Gun flowers bloomed in the void, emitting countless sparks.
That was the result of Hercules' skin being swept by the wind from the gun. The rhythm of one shot after another was very terrifying.
Unlike the original work, without the restrictions of Kotomine Kirei's Command Seals, Cu Chulainn's true combat power began to show.
Judging from the scene, the spearmen are suppressing the berserkers at the moment.
Illya was a little worried that her Servant might lose, and even thought about using the Command Spell.
At this time, Emiya Shirou said calmly.
"Don't worry, the berserkers are currently in the upper hand."
The spearmen in the field also had this feeling, because even though the opponents were so crazy that they seemed to be waving their weapons wildly, they were still integrating their mature martial arts into every part of their bodies even after losing their minds.
That huge nameless axe sword possesses countless advanced martial arts techniques, and it is constantly improving its combat power almost instinctively.
He still had his mind and eyes retained during the frenzy stage, he must have been an unparalleled master of martial arts when he was alive.
And his physique is so strong that it is unimaginable.
The spear in his hand is no unknown one either, and any strike from it has the power of a low-end treasure.
But hitting this guy was like hitting the hardest rock. Ordinary sword energy and gun wind could not hurt his skin at all.
So the seemingly stabbing of the opponent were only insignificant superficial injuries, while the key killer moves were all blocked by the opponent's bulky axe and sword.
Even the rebound made his hands holding the gun numb. The occasional counterattacks made him tremble with fear.
The opponent is definitely not an ordinary demigod, but a person with a very powerful legend in human society. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to have no flaws to this extent.
But the arrow was on the string, and Cu Chulainn took the initiative to propose a duel with the opponent's servant, so it was too late to change strategy.
Moreover, due to his pride as a demigod, he would not release his own Noble Phantasm unless the other party had the intention to do so.
Speeding up again, the spearmen had turned into endless afterimages to besiege the black giant, and the loud clanging sounds roared in the night sky.
Bazette had a bad feeling in his heart after seeing this.
It seems that our ancestor has chosen the strongest heroic spirit. Although the battle between the two servants can no longer be seen clearly, the difference can be sensed from the changes in their positions and auras.
"Damn it, Kallen, it's time to take action!"
Just as the two Servants were engaging in a thrilling mythical battle, a layer of fog enveloped the interior of the Emiya residence.
At the same time, this strange mist also divided the battlefield of the two servants and the space on the Master's side.
At this time, Hassan began to act under Kallen's urging.
Although his power mainly comes from physical skills, changing the geographical environment is only the most basic operation for an assassin.
The young boy Emiya drew his sword and stood in front of Illya. His frail body was as firm as a mountain.
Strengthen, start.
The circulation of magic power was as natural as eating and drinking. The power that had been honed through thousands of trials and tribulations permeated the boy's entire body and weapons.
At the same time, the intuition in my mind was maximized, and the nearby space was already in full view.
"Illya, get ready."
The girl immediately activated the magic ceremonial dress of heaven. The gorgeous holy clothes were displayed around her body for the final protection.
At the same time, he summoned his own autonomous familiar, the White Stork Knight, to hover in mid-air for alert.
The brother in front of her inexplicably gave her a lot of courage at this moment.
Whoosh, whoosh.
Two dark red short swords flew out of the mist towards the white-haired girl. They were Assassin's weapons, Dirk.
A short sword from Scotland. With his ability, the short sword thrown has the same destructive power as a bullet. If it were a human, it would be killed on the spot.
Hassan Sabbah himself is not a strong servant and his statistics are average.
His advantage in fighting is his ability to attack from the dark, but his disadvantage is his lack of frontal combat ability. For this reason, Hassan will wait for the "opportunity".
Out of an assassin's premonition, Hassan of the Cursed Arms always felt that the red-haired young man was too calm, as if he had experienced countless life-and-death battles at such a young age.
These automatically retractable daggers are the most suitable weapons on standby, and he will not relax even if the target is a human.
The thick fog can conceal the flight trajectory of weapons and slight fluctuations of magic power. It is an attack method that assassins are more proud of.
Ding, ding!
The young Emiya didn't even look at it, but turned around and swung his sword, directly cutting off the two daggers.
? !
An ordinary human actually blocked his attack. This is abnormal! Did he activate some special ritual?
Continue to test. Several more daggers flew out.
But no matter how unexpected and magical the angle is, even the superposition and arc of the flight trajectory are useless.
The young man in the thick fog seemed to be able to see through everything. With one step, he cut down all the daggers around Illya.
After his attacks were knocked down twice in a row, Assassin realized that this boy might not be normal, so he prepared to test him in person.
Chapter 100: Fighting against the Heroic Spirits
The silent assassination footsteps continued to approach the front without making any sound.
A+ level breath blocking can "completely" cut off the breath. It is impossible for even a Servant to detect this.
Holding the matte dagger in his hand, he took one step, two steps, three steps.
Finally, he slowly approached the young Emiya. Even the autonomous familiar beside Illya did not notice his position, and Hassan slowly stretched out his weapon.
With just one strike, he could pierce the vital points of the young man's body, and then hold the Master hostage to control the powerful and terrifying Heroic Spirit, and the battle would be over.
brush!
The dagger stabbed out but didn't hit anything. The young man actually took half a step forward as if he had predicted it, then turned around and slashed.
The cold light flickered for a moment in the thick fog like moonlight.
brush!
Hassan immediately curled up into a black shadow like a frightened desert snake, and leaped back into the fog.
Looking at the black cloak that was chopped into pieces and the scratches on the skull mask, Assassin fell silent. Was he just counterattacked?
Then the assassin under the skull mask felt humiliated. The assassin in the fog was actually injured by his own prey.
If King Hassan finds out, he will execute me.
So he dived into the mist again, somewhat angrily, this time floating down from above his head. Two short swords slashed in two directions.
Even if you can detect the location through unknown means, you can't do anything about this kind of strong attack.
You know, even Assassin has B-level strength, and Min Jie has A-level strength.
But what greeted them was only a gorgeous sword flash. The two sides had their first close combat.
Clang!
Although his strength as a heroic spirit gave him an absolute advantage, his strange sword-wielding skills actually drained away most of his strength.
The dagger left two scars on the boy's body, but the counterattack of several sword lights in an instant actually forced Assassin out several meters away.
The red-haired boy stared at the black figure through the mist. It seemed that no obstacles could stop his determined eyes.
Shirou Emiya felt the pain in his arm and the wounds on his body and sighed that he was worthy of being a Heroic Spirit, the blow was indeed heavy enough.
Even an assassin who is not known for his strength found his body a little overwhelmed.
Fortunately, I had special training with Teacher Noah. I had to face the red iron bars that were as heavy as a mountain every day, which made my force-dissipating skills reach an instinctive level before I could withstand it.
But...why isn't the Heroic Spirit that strong? Or is it that the other party isn't serious?
The boy never thought that it was because he was too strong.
