Fate/Zero:Act 7 Part 2
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The battlefield of Heroic Spirits had already turned into a swamp full of filthy mud.
A horde of alien demonic monsters which continued to appear indefinitely no matter how many of it was slaughtered. Piled into mountains, the bloody corpses and the spraying innards and body fluid mixed with each other, was kicked and stirred by two pairs of feet, and formed a chaos even more terrifying than hell itself.
More rancid that the stench of rottenness, the smell of the demonic monsters’ internal organs was thick as mist. The air full of this smell is not much different from poisonous gas of the marsh. Living humans will probably die from lung corrosion if they inhale it.
Till now, the number of enemies Saber and Lancer had killed had long ago surpassed 500.
“… Apart from shock, such unceasing summoning does make me acknowledge its power.” Although Lancer had yet to show signs of tiredness, his mumbling was truly bitter.
A situation with absolutely no sign of winning for either side. Despite facing the might of two knight class Servants, the number of alien demons that were summoned again and again and filled the gaps in the encircling horde still didn’t decrease.
“It’s that magecraft book, Lancer. As long as his Noble Phantasm is here… this battle situation won’t change.”
“I see, so that’s what it is.”
Lancer sighed, irritated, after he heard Saber’s muttered words.
“But, if we want to get the book out of his hands, we have to break through this wall of small fries no matter what.”
The demonic monsters grouped together and approached them slowly as they waved their tentacles mockingly. Those alien creatures probably do not feel the terror of death, nor do they feel pain. As if feeling that happiness only come from being slaughtered, they raided towards Saber and Lancer like mad.
Currently, facing both Saber and Lancer, Caster is still continuing his battle of endurance. Since this is his strategy, it would obviously promise him with concrete victory. The prana Caster and his Noble Phantasm are controlling could only be literally regarded as endless.
“… Lancer, at this desperate time, do you want to make a gamble?”
“Although it’s annoying to lose to him on the endurance sector, it won’t do to just keep playing with small fries like this – fine, I accept, Saber.”
After Lancer answered briskly, Saber stared at the terrifying wall of flesh which ended at Caster, carefully estimating its thickness and density.
This is her greatest secret skill – intuition told her this idea is ‘plausible’. A killing blow, fully worthy of releasing.
“I’ll open up the road. There is only one chance. Lancer, can you run as fast as the wind?”
“Hum? – Hehe, so that’s what it is. So simple and clear.”
Although it was only once, they were enemies who fought with their lives on the line. Both of them have itched into their memory all the secret techniques the other used. Now, for Lancer, regarding the technique Servant Saber was about to use and her intention, he can understand it without need of much explanation.
“What are you quietly mumbling about? Making your final prayers?”
Caster mocked the two Servants calmly and evenly. Right now it wasn’t him who was fighting Saber and Lancer, but his Noble Phantasm “Prelati’s Spellbook”. Caster was like an audience observing the battle in a zone of safety, elegant, composed, making a taunt to get on the opponents’ nerves at the maximum. His “attack” would suffice at this magnitude.
“Be terrified! Despair! There is a limit to ‘difference in numbers’ that brute force can overcome. Hahaha, feeling humiliated? Suffocate, and be crushed by these ignoble, nameless puppets! For heroes, there is nothing more humiliating than this!”
Even when she was joyfully laughed ay by her opponent, Saber remained undaunted, and merely wielded the sword in her right hand with a decisive and calm expression.
Those unwavering eyes were only staring at – the victory that must be obtained.
“Haha, that beautiful face… now twist in agony for me, Jeanne!”
“Giiiiiiii!”
The horde of demonic monsters roared together. They surged towards the center of their ring for the kill as they made alien strange sounds, which couldn’t be distinguished as happiness or loathing.
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