Magician in Type-Moon

Page 84

Whether it's their martial arts skills or the strength of their Noble Phantasms, anyone with a discerning eye could see in the previous battles which side's Servants had the advantage.

"The strongest Heroic Spirit? Perhaps, but I think Saber might be defeated here..." Angra Mainyu said casually, pretending to be Maiya.

"What are you talking about? How could Saber possibly lose? Hmph, your eyes probably need some treatment."

Even this simple provocation was the first time Irisviel had used it, but it seemed to work quite well.

"Since I dare to make this judgment, it means I have my reasons. By the way, Madam, you're not trying to trick me out of the information I have, are you?"

Angra Mainyu smiled meaningfully, a hint of cunning in his eyes.

Irisviel's face flushed slightly as he saw through her thoughts, but she maintained her composure and said coldly:

"Intelligence? What intelligence do you have that I'd bother trying to extract? It's just baseless speculation. Are you perhaps an accomplice of the Matou family?"

"If that's how you put it, then it's barely acceptable. As for some information, I can tell you... but only if you willingly hand over the Lesser Grail to me."

Irisviel frowned slightly, feeling a pang of sorrow in her heart. She was now a prisoner, and the man before her even knew that the Lesser Grail was on her.

Irisviel was a person who would give anything, even her own life.

But there are only two things he cannot give up: one is his daughter Illyasviel von Einzbern, and the other is the Lesser Grail, which can only be given to Kiritsugu.

No one can get it from me.

Irisviel remained silent; silence was the best answer.

"Alright, alright, I'll tell you, don't stay silent." Angra Mainyu was a chatterbox, and it was one thing for him to be alone, but the worst torture was not being able to chat freely with others.

Do you know Berserker's real name?

Irisviel remained silent.

“Gilde de Rais, that baron was a French marshal during the Hundred Years’ War.”

Seeing that Irisviel still did not respond, Angra Mainyu had no choice but to gradually leak information about Matouike's side.

"So what? Saber is the legendary King of Knights, how could she possibly lose to him?" Irisviel replied coldly, her eyes filled with determination.

"Haha, don't be angry," Angra Mainyu chuckled. "Actually, Saber is indeed very strong, but have you ever thought about what Berserker's Noble Phantasm is?"

Irisviel paused slightly, a thoughtful look flashing in her eyes. It seemed that Berserker's Noble Phantasm had not been revealed yet.

“That flag…don’t you find it strange?” Angra Mainyu continued:

“Ordinary flag spears simply cannot withstand that kind of power. By the way, that flag spear was not originally owned by Gilles de Rais; its original owner was named Joan of Arc.”

"What did you say?"

Chapter 118 The Flame of Naraku

Irisviel finally reacted. If the Servant's true name was indeed Gilles de Rais, as Angra Mainyu had said, then it was only natural that the Servant possessed the holy banner left behind by Joan of Arc.

She frowned slightly, a vague unease creeping into her heart.

“However, that flag has been tainted by Berserker’s black mud and can no longer perform its original function,” Angra Mainyu continued, his tone tinged with contempt and a sneer.

“It’s been contaminated…” Irisviel breathed a slight sigh of relief, but she knew that this did not mean the danger was over.

The banner of pollution could still pose unpredictable threats, especially in the hands of Berserker.

“The flag’s power now operates according to the resentment in the holder’s heart,” Angra Mainyu continued to explain.

"The highest level can materialize the resentment and anger in one's heart, and in the name of the avenger, can magically transform and ignite the resentment within oneself and the surroundings."

“The opponent’s malice, corruption, and self-righteousness will be burned to the bone.”

"How far do you think that Berserker can unleash his inner resentment?"

As he said this, a strange light flashed in his eyes, as if he were filled with anticipation for this power.

Irisviel felt a chill run down her spine; just thinking about it made her feel overwhelmed, let alone the fact that Saber was unaware of this information.

She was secretly anxious, but there was nothing she could do. She could only silently pray that Saber could defeat the enemy in front of her with her own strength.

......

Being cowardly before the battle is not a good thing, but for Saber, it is the best choice at this moment in this battlefield in the forest.

Knowing that the opponent has a trump card that can defeat you in one blow, choosing to fight head-on at this point would be unwise.

Berserker's piercing fighting spirit struck him like a meteor in an instant, as painful as a star falling into a cypress forest.

Since we don't choose to confront them head-on, there are a frightening number of solutions.

Previously, he used the burst of the Wind King's barrier to accelerate his body's propulsion in the air, generating a blade of light that exceeded the speed of sound for a moment, pushing himself toward Berserker.

The same method can still be used to get oneself out of the battlefield.

Berserker's resentment continued to rise, and the image he hated most was always that of the saintess bound to the stake.

The crimson flames engulfed her body, her face gradually blurring in the flames, but her resolute and unyielding eyes remained etched in his mind.

Even until the very end, she harbored no resentment. Instead, she told herself, "It's alright, Jill, I'm fine now..."

Why? Why exactly?

Faced with such injustice and the cruel betrayal of the Vatican and politicians, why can they still maintain such calm and tolerance?

Gilles de Rais's pain and anger burned like flames.

Madness enveloped Gilles de Rais, his anger escalating, and the karmic fire of the Crimson Lotus seemed poised to break through the illusion within his heart and invade the real world.

His body trembled with rage, and black mud coiled around him like venomous snakes.

Although he himself had no magical abilities or talent for the magic path, and even in his subsequent fall, he simply recited from the scriptures of the City of Desolation.

Not to mention, he came from a singularity and was summoned here before he had any further research into the magic path.

But with just these things, the signs of erosion, no less powerful than the inherent barrier, spread throughout the small town of Fuyuki.

Black mud spread across the ground, corroding everything, as if it wanted to devour the entire world.

At this moment, the two were like a gust of wind colliding with a raging fire. Berserker charged forward with his spear, while Saber charged head-on, propelled by the gale.

This was truly a night of wind and fire.

Saber's movements were like a dragon soaring into the sky, propelled by the Wind King's barrier to advance at supersonic speeds.

Her figure left afterimages in the air, and she held the holy sword high in her hand, its blade gleaming with a cold light.

Berserker's figure was as fiery as flames, his spear transforming into a black lightning bolt that pierced the air and pointed directly at Saber.

The black mud tumbled on the tip of the spear, releasing endless resentment and destructive power.

The distance between the two rapidly shortened, as if two comets were about to collide violently.

The air was thick with tension and killing intent, as if the entire world was holding its breath in anticipation of this decisive battle.

But Saber drew her sword before the clash of swords and spears could even begin.

【Strike Air】

Strictly speaking, this is not a Noble Phantasm but a magic spell, a wind-borne scabbard wrapped around the Holy Sword.

As she chanted, powerful magic gathered in the scabbard, forming gusts of fierce wind.

A fierce storm swirled around her, as if the entire world was cheering her on.

As the sword was swung out, a whirlwind swept forward like a giant wave, as if a roaring beast was pouncing on Berserker.

The power of the Wind King's Iron Hammer was fully unleashed at this moment, causing the air to tremble and creating invisible cracks.

All obstacles around her were annihilated by the friction between the air currents, and the sea monsters that pounced on her and the tree trunks that fell towards Saber were reduced to dust in the storm.

The gale whipped up dust and debris from the ground, forming a sky-covering tornado that resembled a roaring dragon tearing the heavens and earth apart.

The immense recoil forced Saber to halt her charge mid-air. Had she maintained her magical power, she could still have charged at Berserker and delivered a fatal slash.

But Saber abandoned all movement, letting the violent force push her backward, a calm decision flashing in her eyes.

Saber's figure drew a graceful arc in the air. Due to the lack of magical support, her hair, which remained intact even during the fierce battle, fell down.

Her long, golden hair scattered with the impact of landing, fluttering in the wind like a dazzling ray of light.

With the Wind King's Barrier no longer binding it, the Star Holy Sword once again revealed its original brilliance. Its dazzling light, like the brightest star in the night sky, illuminated the entire battlefield.

Saber's figure and the brilliance of the holy sword complemented each other, like a holy virgin, standing out starkly from the surrounding battlefield.

But the karmic fire that Berserker wields in response to the banner is a terrifying thing that can burn even the boundless waters to ashes.

The storm raged and collided with the raging fire, but instead of creating an obstacle to the karmic fire, the karmic fire spread rapidly along the storm's path, swallowing up the storm's power as well.

This is a twisted thing born of anger towards the gods and the world; it is something that can burn the world to ashes; it is the Flame of Abyss.

Saber's idea was so bold and wonderful; she wanted to use her offensive to evade this fatal blow.

But she underestimated the Berserker's resentment and the power of its infernal fire.

On the battlefield, a moment's carelessness can tip the scales of victory or defeat.

Saber's negligence has plunged her into an extreme crisis.

In an instant, the illusionary creature from hell—the Flame of Abyss—writhed tightly around Saber like a fiery serpent.

Chapter 119 Unhappy

Berserker's karmic fire spread rapidly along the storm's path, engulfing her attacks. Black mud and karmic fire from the banner spear continuously poured out, enveloping Saber.

The black mud transformed into hellish tar and raging fire, coiling around Saber like countless wicked serpents, attempting to drag her into the abyss.

The flames of karma burned Saber's magic, transforming into twisted resentment that enveloped her body and mind.

......

Saber's consciousness sank into a state of chaos. She felt as if she were in an endless, dark space, surrounded by twisted resentment and desperate whispers. She struggled to regain consciousness, but her body seemed to no longer obey her commands.

"Where am I?" she asked herself, but her voice seemed to be swallowed by the endless darkness, with no echo.

“Father…” A figure appeared opposite her; it was a small knight whose entire body was covered in steel.

It was made of silver metal and inlaid with red gemstones.

The armor's design is very unique, providing protection without hindering the wearer's movement.