One after another, mortar shells landed squarely on the Tohsaka mansion's structure. The originally standing mansion was gradually reduced to ruins under the bombardment of artillery fire. If Kiritsugu hadn't been unable to get his hands on high-tech thermal scanning equipment, at this very moment, he would have been trying to see if there were any human body temperatures left in the ruins.
However, under the bombardment of these shells, the entire mansion had already become a ruin. Without some special demolition explosives, it was unlikely that he could affect the ruins any further. He hoped that the Master of that glittering one—Tokiomi Tohsaka—was already dead.
Do your best and leave the rest to fate. He had already used artillery to apply the maximum pressure he could. Although the technological firepower of today was already very strong, with his connections and abilities, this was the most powerful modern weaponry he could get his hands on at the moment. It couldn't be helped. It wasn't that modern weapons were too weak, but that he himself was not yet strong enough.
Continuing to bombard with the remaining rockets wouldn't have much of an effect. It was better to save them and see if he could use them to bombard the Masters of other Servants or interfere in their battles later.
As for Tokiomi, this magus was at this very moment in his basement, feeling fortunate for having survived the disaster. Due to the saturation bombing from the rocket launchers, the entire basement had also become a mess. If it hadn't been built underground, and because this was an important magical workshop, even with all the buildings above ground destroyed, the walls here only had a few cracks.
But even so, the passage out of the basement was now blocked. The earthquake-like tremors caused by the shelling had also made him fall, and his head had hit a box on the side, leaving a small wound.
Covering his wound with a handkerchief, he simply took some alcohol from the table to disinfect it. Tokiomi sat down in a chair and began to think about what to do next. If his Servant won today's battle, then naturally there was nothing to worry about now. He would temporarily cut off all magical tools to ensure that no one would detect him. But if that King of Heroes lost... would this basement really not be discovered? If it was discovered, his end would probably be death. This unknown torment... there were still four days until the end of the Holy Grail War. Although there was some food and water here, the thought that, for safety's sake, he might have to stay here for four days even if he wasn't discovered, and that all his personal hygiene would have to be handled in this small space...
Tokiomi covered his forehead with his hand. He actually had a bit of regret. Why hadn't he added a bathroom to the basement? He hoped his dear disciple could understand his situation as soon as possible. This way, he would still have a chance to be rescued by his disciple and go to the Church. If that didn't work, he would just give up on this Holy Grail War and wait for the next one. During this time, he should also be able to raise Rin.
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And in the Reality Marble of Ionioi Hetairoi, the longsword in Balin's hand flicked up, and a Noble Phantasm that had been fired at him was directly knocked away. To be honest, among the many heroes in this Reality Marble, Balin was no longer a particularly conspicuous one. He had even seen many among these heroes who could have a good fight with him, or even defeat him.
Balin considered himself a first-rate Heroic Spirit warrior, but the scene before him indeed made him feel a bit defeated. To translate, that was the famous Alexander the Great. Even though the era he lived in was more than 800 years after this great emperor's death, the story of this great emperor was still spread across the entire Western land. How many kings wanted to conquer vast lands like Alexander the Great? And many people also longed to become this great emperor's subordinate.
How should he put it? For a moment, Balin's heart did indeed have a bit of longing for this great emperor. But it didn't shake his own heart. However, Balin had to admit that if he were to fight the army before him, even if he were to release his Holy Spear, he would probably not be a match.
"Although this army is already powerful enough, the king who can stand firm amidst the full-force attack of such an army is even more terrifying..."
Beside Balin was General Ptolemy, that is, Ptolemy who founded the last dynasty of Egypt, the ancestor of Cleopatra. But at this moment, this general was already on his last legs. It had to be said, for all the weapons with specific counters to rain down from the sky, this was just absurd!! Even the weapons that were specifically aimed at Balin had a bit of a "brotherly" trait. At the thought of this, Balin felt a bit of admiration for the King of Conquerors. How did he dare to expose his name like that? Now that they had revealed their true identities, they were being suppressed and targeted by that glittering king. Like Ptolemy beside him, not long ago, he had been directly hit in the abdomen by an attack with viper poison.
As the founder of the last dynasty of Egypt, the Ptolemaic dynasty, the viper that represented the end of the last dynasty could naturally be considered its bane. To some extent, Ptolemy himself represented the Ptolemaic dynasty. This was also a small problem brought about by the deification of the founding emperors of ancient times. A special attack that represented the end of a dynasty was a fatal poison to them.
Balin also had no ability to save this founder of the last Egyptian dynasty. All he could do was to push forward as much as possible, and then arrive directly in front of the glittering one, and finally, plaster his face with a Noble Phantasm.
Merlin was also doing his best to use illusions to form shields, and even directly transformed lower-level attacks into flower petals, letting them drift away. That glittering king was really something else. Even for him, who was just here to join in the fun, he had to use weapons that specifically attacked incubi. And look at the Servant Aslan on the side. What Aslan was facing were also one after another of weapons with an anti-dragon special attack. Looking at these attacks, the Servant Aslan really missed the shields he usually forged, as well as Avalon.
The King of Conquerors continued to advance. Looking at the situation of the battle around him, he couldn't help but frown. Dealing with those assassins was very easy. In the process of their army rolling forward, they would directly crush those assassins. But that glittering king was really difficult to deal with.
Just to get close, the entire army had already lost more than a quarter. But even though he had already gotten close, the current King of Conquerors still had a bit of a bad premonition.