"What did you do to Berserker?!"
The old insect of now still didn't understand why Lancelot had suddenly stopped his attack. Through the worms, he could still see Lancelot looking at the virtual light screen in front of him, his hands covering his face, as if he were weeping.
Aslan raised an eyebrow, looked at the old insect before him, and pursed his lips. Things have already come to this, and you're still concerned about Lancelot? Are you trying to buy time?
"I just showed Sir Lancelot what he was looking forward to. I have to say, no matter which state he's in, Lancelot is a complete daughter-con."
Aslan's fingers wrote the Faerie Letter for "flame" in mid-air. Several fireballs directly struck a few insects in the corner. These few insects were desperately gnawing at the barrier that was blocking the escape route. The old insect didn't have many spells he could use now, just driving these insects. Since the old insect had diverted the topic to another direction, it meant that this old guy was probably trying to delay for time. And since he was delaying, it meant this old guy had other plans. If one observed carefully, one would naturally discover the insects in the corner trying to destroy the barrier. From the teeth and claws of these insects, they were definitely killing machines.
It was a pity that since this barrier was constructed from Faerie Letters, it was absolutely not something that could be destroyed by a few insect bites, even if these insects had grown sharp fangs and teeth and looked completely like carnivores.
Upon seeing his secretly dispatched familiars being directly burned to death, the old insect's eyes were full of unwillingness. Had it really come to this? His long-cherished wish... that wish of several hundred years! It was about to be realized, it was right within his grasp. He was so unwilling!
The old insect tightened his grip on his cane, and his entire body suddenly scattered, flying in all directions. His life-worm was included among them.
"Don't even think about it! [Freeze]!"
A cold wind carrying snow and frost instantly filled the entire underground space. The stone walls began to freeze rapidly. All the insects that were scattering in all directions turned into ice crystals, fixed in place in the process of the rapid spread of the ice. The old insect's unwilling face was thus frozen in the ice.
This ice, constructed from Faerie Letters combined with a large amount of magical energy, was not something the old insect could destroy, even if he was considered a decent magus in this modern world (after his strength had declined).
Aslan couldn't tell which of the insects trapped in the ice was the life-worm, but it didn't matter. The old insect was, after all, one of the most annoying characters in the entire Type-Moon world. Even after 1500 years, Aslan still had some faint memories. If he remembered correctly, the most disgusting-looking insect was this old insect's life-worm. Of course, at a glance, most of the insects before him seemed very disgusting.
But it wasn't a problem. He just had to destroy them all. The banner of the holy spear in his hand gradually furled. He aimed it cleanly at the multitude of frozen insects before him.
"Holy Spear, Release! [Spear of Radiant Destiny]! Bring a precious miracle to this place."
A holy brilliance erupted from the tip of the spear, enveloping everything before it. All the insects would be burned to nothing in this holy light. As for whether the old insect before him would find salvation and release in this light, that was none of Aslan's business. Even if this old bastard did not find salvation in this light, he deserved it. To be honest, if the Lord accepted just anyone, that would be too disappointing. A guy like the old insect should take a trip through hell first.
The holy light destroyed the underground space, and even after hitting the barrier, it shattered a part of it. The light shot straight up into the sky. This beam of light naturally attracted the attention of the other Servants. This group of Servants and Masters frowned. Hadn't they just left the port? How could such a powerful attack appear so quickly in a place so far from the port? Such a powerful attack, no matter how you looked at it, was not something a magus of this era could create. To have such a powerful attack, this magus could totally challenge for the rank of Grand (not the Grand rank among Heroic Spirits) in this era.
Kiritsugu looked at the light shooting up into the sky. For a moment, he lowered his phone. It wasn't until the other side of the phone constantly urged him that Kiritsugu came back to his senses. He then instructed the person on the other end of the phone: "Besides the firearms I mentioned before, please prepare a few more rocket-propelled grenades for me. Of course, if you can get even more powerful weapons, that would be great. I'll take them all!"
After discovering that none of the Heroic Spirits summoned in this Holy Grail War were weak, Kiritsugu immediately began to think about how to affect these Servants as much as possible. This Holy Grail War had brought him unprecedented pressure. This made Kiritsugu feel that the firepower of the firearms he currently had was still somewhat insufficient. A Chinese friend of Kiritsugu's had once told him a very reasonable sentence: All of a person's fear comes from insufficient firepower. Kiritsugu agreed with this point very much. It was for this reason that the current Kiritsugu, after the battle at the port had concluded, was constantly calling the people he knew, preparing to order another batch of powerful equipment.
Kiritsugu was even a little regretful. With his connections and abilities, he could totally order a tank. It was just a pity that this tank could not be sent to the Far East. He actually knew how to drive a tank. If combined with special armor-piercing rounds, it should also be able to pose a threat to a Heroic Spirit, probably. So he could only settle for the next best thing and have them get him a few more rocket launchers.
As for you saying the Holy Grail War should be conducted in secret? It doesn't matter. There will just be a few more gas leak explosions during this period. Anyway, the light from a rocket launcher explosion and the light from a gas explosion are extremely similar, aren't they? As for the subsequent compensation and repair issues, that's the Church's business. As for whether the Church has money, that's not something he, the Magus Killer, needs to consider.
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In the basement, a girl sitting in a dim room looked at the holy light pouring in from the crack under the door. She couldn't help but reach out her hand. She had already been in despair, but this miraculous light shone into her eyes at this moment. Why did it come so late?
Even though there was a hint of grievance in her heart, tears of joy still fell from the corners of her eyes.