[Fate Gun Brother] The 2.5th Holy Grail War

The history is also very clear.

Achilles——is indeed an extraordinary Heroic Spirit.He was praised in a large number of pages in "The Iliad", and he can be said to be the most dazzling one among the many heroes of that era. He participated in the Trojan War under the control of the gods and was known as "the first Greek warrior".

However, the final outcome of the hero is——

The rider couldn't help turning his gaze to a certain place.

Pfft—the archer's hiss echoed in the starlight.

"Hey, hey, it's too obvious - I have to say, your eyes... don't look at my ankles for granted, my armor is perfect!"

At this time, Archer still stood upright with his majestic body, and his tone revealed a high-spirited fighting spirit:

"I am wearing an artifact made by Hephaestus, the god of craftsmen himself, with special protection on the ankles. Even if it is not the case, I will not give you a chance to reach it. Before you approach me , my spear will pierce your body!"

Archer's face full of flamboyant smiles was full of cruelty, and he would no longer show mercy to an enemy who already knew his real name.

"Is it your armor that neutralized my comrades' attacks?" Rider frowned.

"Hahahaha, this is one of my treasures, rider!"

That’s how it is—a resident Noble Phantasm that can ignore attacks to a certain extent.But it's certainly not foolproof.Exactly what level of attack must be achieved to injure the owner of this armor, the rider does not know.

I can only hold the mentality of giving it a try.

The number of soldiers summoned in succession has doubled several times. The battle flag in rider's hand waved once.

"No matter how many there are, they are still a mob! They should receive formal training before being sent to the battlefield!"

In response to the outspoken Heroic Spirit Achilles, there was a huge roar.

The high morale of this army that drove the invaders from the territory of the motherland is even higher than before. It seems to be able to cut off the earth and penetrate everything!

Things have changed...

No matter how many spears they shoot, they use their bodies to form a barrier, invincible, providing a way forward for their companions behind them!

Swish Swish Swish Swish!A steady stream of spears shot from the air!

Soldiers in the front sacrificed themselves to fight a bloody path for the troops behind.With solemn charge horns, the soldiers marched towards the master of the spear formation—archer!

Gradually, soldiers kept approaching Archer, forcing him to engage in hand-to-hand combat.

Rider calmly waved the flag for the second time.

Although Archer fought bravely, he was helpless in the face of a considerable number of soldiers rushing forward, right?

——It would be a mistake to think so.Heroic spirit Achilles is a warrior unparalleled in the world.Although he appeared in the world as an archer who is good at long-range attacks for some reason, he has always been known for his courage and physical strength, and he is even more victorious in mythology.

The spear in the right hand pierces the enemy's body, inflicting fatal wounds that make it impossible to continue fighting.The giant shield in the left hand blocks half-wall attacks, preventing enemies from inflicting damage on it.More and more corpses fell at Archer's feet.The heroic spirit wanted to stand on those piles of corpses as the commanding heights, but the bodies of the dead soldiers quickly disappeared.

It's really a situation where one husband is in charge and ten thousand husbands can't open it.

All the people watching the battle—Lancer Diarmuid on the west embankment, and Saber Lancelot on the small island in the middle of the river—could not help sighing from the bottom of their hearts.

"Ah, ah... ah..." Heilvin, who was panting again and again, was extremely anxious, and was frustrated that his servant had not been able to gain the upper hand.

The banks of the shallows are gradually turning red.

Archer jumped forward and jumped to the gap in the enemy's encirclement.After adjusting the angle, the crossbows that shot down from the air began a new round of crushing.

More than a dozen soldiers were shot through by the spears falling from the sky and died.

However, with the passage of time, Archer gradually showed signs of fatigue.He discovered a different phenomenon.

"Why is this guy again..."

Archer groaned inwardly.He took advantage of the brief gap to glance at the rider watching the battle above.

As long as it is an enemy that cannot be wiped out with a single blow, the wound will disappear immediately.The soldiers who were able to maintain a continuous fighting state kept clamoring and pounced on the Archer!

After the first wave of the rider's army attacked, the remaining enemies were not defeated, and new soldiers came again.This army, which Archer regards as a mob, has improved its combat effectiveness by more than one level!

Moreover, the stabbed wounds healed one second after the rider's flag was waved.

"I see—rider! I probably guessed the true ability of your Noble Phantasm."

Archer gritted his teeth, and growled in a low voice.

This woman——is quite powerful!

Summons the heroic spirit Joan of Arc's subordinates who fought with him during his lifetime, and manifests in the form of a soul.The attack of a single subordinate is equivalent to an E-level Noble Phantasm. It will actively attack enemies within the capture range, and obtain healing and strengthening from the flag-this is the full ability of [Immortal Saintess Soul of France].

In other words, the rider can not only heal the wounds on his body, but also the soldiers who respond to her call to fight for her can also enjoy the healing treatment.

Every time the rider waved the flag, the combat power of the comrade-in-arms would increase by one level, and at the same time, the wounds of the same comrade-in-arms could be healed up to five times.

It can be said that this treasure is the crystallization of the strong bond between Joan of Arc and her comrades in arms!

"Leave the battle to your subordinates, all you need to do is wave the flag. It's no wonder you can blow the wind on it so comfortably!"

Facing Archer's half-taunting, half-appreciative words, Rider remained unmoved.She had been waiting in the air for an opportunity, and waved the battle flag again, waiting for the moment when Archer showed his flaws.

Every enemy must be killed in one blow, otherwise the battle will be infinitely delayed. Archer is undoubtedly caught in a hard fight.

I don't know when the enemy's long sword was slashed, but Archer's dark armor was finally stained with his own blood.Soon came the second and third wounds... Although most of the attacks were deftly avoided, leaving only minor scratches, Archer's face became ugly.

His Noble Phantasm [Armor of God added to the body] - can directly nullify the attacks of Noble Phantasms below b level. The attack effect of b-level treasures is weakened by half, the attack effect of a-level treasures is weakened by nearly half, and the attack effects of a-level and above treasures can also be slightly weakened to a certain extent.These are based on the conditions of being able to hit the archer.

However, this pair of invincible battle armor with special protection added to its feet slowly developed cracks.

The rider's trump card is the battle flag!just wave once

, the attack power of his subordinates will be significantly improved, and Archer, who is constantly engaged in hand-to-hand combat with soldiers, is sure of this.

At the same time, Rider also noticed this, and the fact that Archer was injured has been confirmed.Although they were negligible tiny scratches, it was quite useful for her to get this information.

She waved the flag a total of three times in the battle, that is to say, the attack of a single subordinate is already equivalent to the power of a b-level Noble Phantasm!

Both servants were calculating in their minds.

The comrades' attack finally had an effect. Rider imagined, then, as long as he goes up one more level and reaches the highest level A, he should be able to defeat Archer's defense!

"I also know all the secrets of your armor, Archer."

"Ha! Then come on, rider!"

The early morning wind let out a low growl unwilling to be lonely, blowing their respective hair.

Facing the outstanding fighting power of the two heroic spirits, Diarmuid, who was observing from the west embankment, couldn't help regretting that he hadn't brought his strongest treasure [Grand Fury] with him.

As for Saber on the small island in the middle of the river, her eyes also became dangerous.

"My lord." The long-haired knight's lips parted slightly, and he whispered in a low voice.

***

The time is only 4:[-] in the morning.

Dawn had not yet broken, and the night sky still shone with obsidian-colored brilliance.But the red-haired aristocrat had already woken up.

After taking a comfortable hot bath, Elijah wore a large bathrobe and leaned on the sheepskin sofa half-sitting and half-lying.As usual, he raised the wine glass with his right hand and tasted the high-end red wine poured into it.

"Can you hear me?"

A word came out of Elijah's beautiful lips.There was no one in his room, only a lamp on the coffee table.The top of the lampshade, like the mouth of a clown in a circus, is tilted towards the red-haired nobleman.A man's voice responded to this sound-transmitting familiar that looked like an ordinary desk lamp.

"Very clearly, my lord."

The one who answered him was the Servant tens of kilometers away.

Saber, who was near the High Castle, was holding a small device in her hand.The trumpet-like shape is a portable microphone made by Elijah's modification of Aqia's voice-transmitting familiar.That thing is so small, in Saber's hand, the wide palm can completely bury it, so others can't notice it at all.

The characteristic of the Einzbern family is the flow and transfer of magic power.As the current young master, Elijah is especially good at alchemy.The device resonates through the metal, which can transmit the vibration of the air in the microphone to each other.