At this moment, in the deserted park, the Servant Aslan had already raised the treasured sword in his hand and was charging towards Merlin. However, halfway through his charge, the Servant Aslan forcibly used his own power to adjust his direction, swinging his holy sword down at a position some distance away from his original target.
Just as everyone was feeling confused and bewildered, the sound of clashing metal rang out. The place where Merlin had originally been standing had turned into specks of flower petals and vanished without a trace.
"You old pervert! I'm already incredibly familiar with you. Even if you create a few more clones, I won't have any confusion or hesitation! I don't think I've ever mentioned it, but there's a skill I've never put on my status sheet, and that is, by instinct alone, I can always smash my weapon on Merlin's skull!"
A wry smile appeared on Merlin's face. He hadn't even had a good chance to play around yet; it had only been a day. And now his identity was exposed. And so, he dispelled the knight's armor on his body, and a magic staff appeared in his other hand. At the same time, he really wanted to complain: just what had he done to deserve Aslan's body possessing such an instinct and skill?
Merlin watched as Aslan's weapon once again successfully swung towards his own skull. He hurriedly raised the holy sword in his hand to block, and at the same time, lifted the staff in his other hand. Pink magical energy burst out from the tip of the staff towards the Servant Aslan. Without the treasury of Mystic Codes that his main body possessed, he had no way of casually taking out a shield, so he could only choose to dodge to the side.
However, while dodging to the side, his holy sword also quickly drew Faerie Letters on the ground. The ground surged rapidly, and like a palm, it shot directly towards Merlin. Merlin's action was also very clean and crisp. He stabbed the holy sword in his hand into the ground. A powerful magical energy burst out from the holy sword towards the surroundings like a barrier, directly shattering the grasping stone hand.
Irisviel and Akuta Hinako, who were watching, couldn't help but have their mouths twitch. Akuta Hinako looked at the long-haired pretty boy before her and couldn't help but have some doubts. Was this guy really a Caster? And not a Saber summoned in this Holy Grail War? Clearly, the powerful close-combat ability of the "Grand Fencer of Britain" had really scared the two of them.
For Merlin, since it was already determined that a close-quarters blade fight was necessary, he would not hide anything. At this time, he should use his own swordsmanship to clash. As King Arthur's sword master, he, who was teased as the Grand Fencer of Britain, had no fear of any blade combat.
[Illusionary Charisma] activated! [Hero Creation] activated!
Merlin simply stabbed the staff in his hand directly into the ground, gripping the hilt of the holy sword with both hands. To think he would just obediently take a beating was impossible. If you want to hit his skull, you'd have to genuinely pin him to the ground first!!
"Aslan, be careful! Even if we've never fought with blades, don't forget that I was, after all, King Arthur's sword master!"
Looking at Merlin rushing towards him, the Servant Aslan took a deep breath. To be honest, as he was not his main body now, wanting to cleanly and crisply take down this old bastard before him was indeed an extremely difficult matter. But it was not impossible. He just had to play a few little tricks.
In the process of running forward, the Servant Aslan kept muttering various Faerie Letters. And these Faerie Letters had only one effect: an illusion of appearance.
The moment the Servant Aslan got close to Merlin, his personal appearance blurred for a moment. In Merlin's eyes, Aslan had suddenly turned into Artoria. Don't forget, the Servant Aslan himself was summoned because King Arthur was summoned, so he was summoned by association, and at the same time, he himself was mixed with a part of King Arthur's concept. To create an illusion at this time, for a moment, it really wouldn't make people feel that there was anything fake.
No matter what, Merlin was a magus. His perception of magic was still very sensitive. However, at this moment, although he had clearly prepared his perception for magic, at this moment, it seemed that he did not feel any abnormality at all. In almost an instant, the Aslan before his eyes had turned into Artoria.
Artoria was, after all, special in Merlin's heart. Even if it was just for a moment, this momentary distraction was enough to decide the winner between Heroic Spirits. The Servant Aslan had already taken this opportunity, grabbed Merlin's wrist with one hand, and with the other, raised the Sword of Brilliant Victory in his hand, and smashed the hilt towards Merlin's skull.
With a crisp sound, like the clash of metal, one could tell this was a good head.
Even the Servant Aslan had not expected that Merlin's skull would actually be as solid as steel. Thinking back carefully, it was all because of the 1500 years he had spent hammering Merlin's head. Every time his forging hammer fell, wasn't that equivalent to forging his head once? Merlin's skull could probably be considered a high-grade piece of defensive equipment. If used well, it could also be a high-grade offensive weapon, perhaps. It was also a good forging material.
The Servant Aslan didn't know if his self in this timeline had ever had the idea of secretly digging up Merlin's grave after he passed away. If not, he really wanted to remind his self in this world line not to miss such a good forging material. In the future, compared to turning into withered bones and dust in a tomb over the long years, Merlin would surely hope that his skull could be properly arranged, right? At that time, after forging a new piece of equipment, he would definitely name it "Merlin" to commemorate their friendship.
Touching, so touching. If it weren't for his best friend, Aslan would not have been able to forge a skull into a special piece of equipment to commemorate others.
In a future battle with others, he would take out a pile of weapons. This one called Merlin, that one called Akuta Hinako, and many other weapons forged from the bones of other long-lived species. Just thinking about it was exciting. At that time, perhaps he would even have another title: "Mobile Cemetery for Long-Lived Species."
The spar would end here. After all, this was a battle to prove their strength for the sake of an alliance, not a war where both sides had to fight to the death. If today's battle really had to be a fight to the death, then the current Akuta Hinako would have already self-destructed who knows how many times.
The content of this agreement, compared to before, was missing the clause about the last two groups. After all, the Saber team couldn't just do nothing and wait until the very end.