Magician in Type-Moon

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But under her control, Irisviel could do nothing but watch silently.

The exact nature of Saber's premonition of unease has now been revealed.

Not only on the combat level, but also on the crucial rear, she has been breached, yet she remains trapped in the forest battlefield, unaware of the situation behind her.

Saber's eyes gleamed with determination as she fearlessly met Berserker's attack.

Her holy sword drew a dazzling arc in the night sky, colliding violently with Berserker's flag spear, creating a deafening roar.

Sparks flew, and black mud and silver light intertwined in the air, creating a magnificent battle scene.

Berserker's banner spear was blocked by Saber's holy sword, but the powerful force still made her feel a heavy pressure.

Saber gritted her teeth and used all her strength to resist Berserker's attacks. Her legs sank deep into the ground, but she still did not back down an inch.

The black mud that had been shaken off scattered across Saber's armor, its filthy corrosiveness slowly eroding Saber's body.

Saber is a bit strange. Logically speaking, when she obtains the Sword Heroic Spirit class, her magic resistance skill should be greatly enhanced and become more powerful.

This cursed black mud shouldn't be able to bother her in the slightest.

She looked down at her armor, which was corroded by black mud, and felt a vague unease in her heart.

Although her magic was fighting against the erosion of the black mud, that corrosive power was like a venomous snake that was devouring her heart, slowly spreading within her body.

"What is this thing..." Saber gritted her teeth, trying to stay awake.

She gradually felt a chill spreading from her limbs to her heart.

Suddenly, a familiar magical energy fluctuation came from afar, and Saber's heart tightened; it was the aura of Kiritsugu Emiya.

She knew that Kiritsugu was working hard to protect their position, and that it could not be lost.

“Saber, something’s not right with you.” Kiritsugu’s voice rang in her ears, transmitted through magical communication.

“Yes, this black mud... is somewhat unusual,” Saber replied.

"Stay calm, I'm coming right away." Kiritsugu's words were still cold; he knew now was not the time to hesitate.

Saber concentrated all her strength, channeling her magic into the holy sword. Using the Wind King's Barrier wrapped around the sword, she managed to slightly repel the black mud's corrosive influence.

It wasn't just the erosion from the black mud, but also the fierce onslaught from the Berserker.

Berserker's black banner spear, imbued with ferocious power and precise killing intent, thrust towards Saber once more.

The air was thick with the stench of decay, as if the tip of the spear carried endless silence and despair.

Several more sea monsters emerged from the soft soil on both sides, but they did not pounce on Saber directly as before.

Instead, they opened their foul-smelling mouths and let out a series of incomprehensible roars at Saber.

This is a sonic attack! And a mental shock too!

A foul stench assaulted my senses, and my eardrums throbbed!

Artoria's ears were ringing!

If it were an ordinary person or a magician, they would certainly be unable to stand at this moment.

But now, Artoria stood firmly with her sword in hand, her lion-like eyes fixed on Gilles de Rais's attacking flag and spear.

Although she didn't make any move, she was just pretending to be intimidated by the sea demon's attack.

Moreover, she was already mentally rehearsing the current situation.

Saber's brilliant plan is to modify this move.

Her earlier stance, swinging the sword with the tip pointing behind her... was to increase her sprinting speed.

The jet stream was released from the golden sword and exploded directly behind Saber.

She unleashed her full power with a burst of magic, transforming her body into a supersonic projectile.

Saber's speed at this point was actually three times its normal forward speed.

The moment she took that first step, it was too late for any attempt to counter or dodge.

Berserker's spear might severely injure Saber, but in that instant, Berserker would also be killed by her sword.

This move carries the determination to shatter to pieces, willing to sacrifice oneself for a single, decisive strike.

The supersonic sprint, several times the speed of sound, broke through the atmospheric barrier, and the shockwave snapped the surrounding trees in half, sending splinters of wood flying like leaves.

Gilles de Rais did not change his stance; the tip of his black flag pistol continued to strike straight forward, seemingly having given up on defending.

The sea monsters, who had just launched their sonic attack, did not continue to roar, and Gilles de Rais had not expected to kill Saber so easily.

These sea monsters suddenly leaped sideways.

Their powerful tentacles unleashed astonishing force, their bodies slamming into different tree trunks, causing trunks too large for one person to encircle to crash down towards Artoria.

Then they took off running, walking upright like humans, leaping and running towards Artoria, directly over the fallen tree trunk.

The sea monster and several tree trunks crashed into each other almost simultaneously!

Artoria held her longsword firmly, even though her vision was obscured by falling leaves and the approaching sea monsters.

She wasn't someone who couldn't distinguish between primary and secondary matters; only the Berserker, who was attacking with a gun, was the greatest threat.

Although she is blind, she still possesses skills honed through countless battles, skills that have even solidified into her spirit core and become her ability—Mind's Eye.

In a highly focused state of mind, the passage of time, which is even shorter than a moment, is stretched out and the flow becomes extremely slow.

Just then, Saber saw the wild smile on Berserker's face, who seemed to have the upper hand in victory.

His eyes told Saber more clearly than words: 'I'm going to take your mistake.'

Chapter 117 Noble Phantasm

Saber felt a chill run down her spine; she knew this was a true life-or-death situation.

Her muscles tensed, and her breathing became deep and powerful.

She pressed her fingers slightly on the hilt of the sword, feeling the cold metallic texture travel to her palm.

"Come on!" she whispered to herself, bracing herself for the fatal blow.

Berserker's flag spear drew a black arc in the air, thrusting towards her with ferocious power.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment, and all the surrounding sounds disappeared, with only the piercing sound of air being cut echoing in her ears.

Just by looking into those eyes, you could tell that Berserker was brimming with confidence for this attack.

Artoria kept thinking about what could have made Berserker feel that victory was already in his grasp.

Is it a thousand-pound tree trunk crashing down, a sea monster rushing towards it at high speed, or black mud constantly eroding it?

No, none of that is right!

The real game-winning shot should always be in the Berserker's hands.

What made this shot different? Memories of past battlefields flooded my mind.

He was a master of the spear, having fought many opponents himself, and even possessed a holy spear. He was skilled in all kinds of martial arts.

gun?

I had already figured out the material of the gun itself during the recent battle.

It wasn't exactly a high-quality item; in fact, it could be considered rather rudimentary in the context of the Holy Grail War.

If it weren't for the magic and the strange black mud, that flag spear might have been cut in half during the previous battle, amidst the clash of blades.

So what exactly makes Berserker so confident?

The flag! It's that flag!

How could I have overlooked the flag that had always been wrapped around the spear?

Although the flag spear and the long spear are used in the same way, they are completely different in shape.

If it's a Heroic Spirit, then that banner might house an unknown Noble Phantasm.

The flag on the spear in the Berserker's hand, which was now closing in, was being unfurled, and the curse that had originally covered the entire spear, just like the spear itself, had been broken.

Beneath it lay a purplish-black battle flag, a demonic banner with an iris pattern, radiating an eerie light.

Saber's sixth sense and her talent for making combat judgments that transcend theoretical thinking brought the truth behind her miscalculation to light.

The preconceived notion that the proper way to fight with a gun is to charge with both hands is itself a trap, and the flag was never unfurled, making people think it was just an ornament.

If that Servant was originally a Heroic Spirit renowned throughout the world for wielding the banner.

That's right, the so-called Noble Phantasm—is definitely not necessarily just one.

But Saber could no longer slow down and could only move forward in a straight line.

The black flag unfurled by Berserker exuded a ferocity no less intense than, and perhaps even greater than, the force of a strike from a spear wielding black mud.

He glared menacingly at Saber, waiting for the perfect moment to pierce her throat...

Just as the black flag was about to be fully unfurled, Artoria made a bold decision without hesitation.

......

Meanwhile, the two people watching the battle from the crystal ball in the basement had different thoughts on their minds.

Irisviel was like a die-hard fan of one of the teams, constantly praying for Saber's victory.

Her eyes were filled with worry and tension, her hands clenched tightly together, and she silently cheered for Artoria in her heart: "You must win, Saber!"

'Maimi', or rather Angra Mainyu, is like a simple entertainer. He only focuses on the exciting match between the two teams on the field, and his neutral stance allows him to speak without any scruples.

"Madam, which side do you think will win?" Despite being the one holding the hostage, he spoke with a lighthearted and teasing tone.

Irisviel glanced at him, her face full of displeasure: "You don't care about the result at all, do you?"

As the one being held hostage, Irisviel seems to have resigned herself to her fate. All she wants now is for Saber to win this battle.

"Haha, you're right. I'm just an observer, watching the show." 'Mai' smiled indifferently and continued to stare at the battle in the crystal ball.

“You…” Irisviel was so angry at his attitude that she couldn’t speak. She could only stare at the battlefield more nervously, but she still wanted to get some information from this enemy who had appeared out of nowhere.

So he said:

"How could Saber, as the strongest Heroic Spirit, possibly be defeated in such close combat?"