After hearing this name, Balin was stunned for a moment. Looking at this mecha that was covered in powerful magical energy, Balin frowned slightly, his face full of confusion. To be able to pilot such a powerful mecha, and to still see a few decorative elements in the style of ancient Great Britain—without a doubt, if it were the Aslan he knew, it would indeed be possible for him to accomplish such a great feat.
But wasn't Aslan summoned as a Saber? And hadn't he made his exit right before his very eyes? In that case, who was this Aslan who had popped up now?
Balin, of course, did not turn his gaze to the Aslan he had met before. After all, although that King Arthur looked exactly like his good friend, wasn't he an ally of his own Master? A person of this era? How could a person of this era have the ability to create such a powerful mecha?
"Aslan?! Is that you, Aslan?"
The Supreme Masterpiece lowered its head slightly, looked at the knight before it, and gently nodded. At the same time, the shield in its hand smashed forward, directly blocking the attacks of the newly appeared puppets from the black mud.
At the same time, the mecha's weapons were once again aimed at the existence on the high platform. For this young priest, Aslan did not have the slightest bit of sympathy. On the contrary, for this kind of existence whose very nature was evil, Aslan would only grant him a quick death.
"Let's talk about old times later. For now, let's solve the situation at hand first."
He pulled the trigger, and the magical energy of the firearm was vented outwards, firing straight towards the young priest. However, the black muddy water gushed up from the ground, directly blocking the path of this venting magical energy. At the same time, the ground once again began to shake, pulling the distance between the young priest and the others even further apart. Cracks appeared in the ground.
At the same time, the "Time Cup," which was like a giant piece of flesh beating like a heart, began to beat faster and faster. It was like a special tool that was accelerating, forcibly making the speed at which it spewed out black mud even faster. And such a speed of venting naturally had a certain impact on this host body. The pain made the Time Cup let out a sharp wail. In fact, this wail carried a large amount of magical energy, allowing half the town to hear it.
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In the Einzbern castle, Kiritsugu didn't even have time to return the book in his hand to the bookshelf. After his call was forcibly cut off, Kiritsugu directly threw the diary in his hand onto the ground, ran back to his own room, took out Irisviel's Dress of Heaven from a box, then ran out of the room, got on his motorcycle, and sped off in the direction of Ryuudou Temple.
First was the cry of the Time Cup, then the roar of the vehicle. The people in this old city district had basically all been awakened from their sleep. Not to mention, not long ago, the violent sound and vibration from the collapse of the Ryuudou Temple mountain was enough to make many people think an earthquake had come.
Kiritsugu looked at these awakened people and couldn't help but take out the megaphone he carried with him. Although he was a cold Magus Killer, to have him just ignore these innocent people was something he couldn't quite do. What he pursued was the salvation of the world, the salvation of all people. It was peace, it was good!
Although it was a bit shameful, at this moment, he couldn't be bothered with that. Kiritsugu directly turned on the megaphone. "Everyone, the old city district is in danger! Please inform your relatives and friends, inform the people around you, to leave the old city district immediately! At least cross the Fuyuki Great Bridge and take refuge in the new city district!!"
After recording the message, Kiritsugu directly hung the megaphone on his motorcycle. At the same time, he called Maiya. With the Tohsaka family, the managers of this part of Fuyuki City, having made their exit, and with the supervisor of this Holy Grail War—Kotomine Risei—already dead, the only one who could mobilize the people in this half of the city was probably the mayor. Although Maiya was not a magus, she could at least use some forceful means to go to the necessary places to make a broadcast announcement, or even threaten the mayor. At this moment, Kiritsugu regretted a little that he had not taught Maiya suggestion magic.
Maiya actually had a talent for magic. As her mother, she could not have given birth to a son with such great talent that he would be targeted by a certain hero who wanted to cultivate him into a person who surpassed miracles. The child born after being violated by other mercenaries on the battlefield in the Middle East, Sigma, had such high talent. At least one of his parents should have had strong magical aptitude, or a family. Of course, with the chaos of war, and with Maiya dying in this Holy Grail War in the original world line, Sigma naturally could not investigate enough information.
Coming back to the topic, Kiritsugu could only do his best to ensure the safety of these residents. He understood that if the crisis truly erupted, there would definitely be people he couldn't save. So the most important thing was still to stop this crisis from occurring. He couldn't put the cart before the horse. It was like knowing a disaster was about to break out, but what you did was not to stop the disaster, but to evacuate the personnel in advance. The former might still be able to stop the disaster from happening, while the latter was destined to suffer losses. Kiritsugu stated that he was a greedy person; he wanted to do both. It was just a pity that he couldn't personally handle the matter of arranging for everyone's evacuation.
Kiritsugu looked at the speed displayed on his motorcycle and couldn't help but grit his teeth again. His father had died too early. There were many ways to use the Emiya family's magic, "Innate Time Control," that he had not mastered. After all, his genius father was an existence who had developed this Innate Time Control to the level of a Sealing Designate. If it had been his father, he would surely have been able to apply Innate Time Control to his own vehicle. At that time, his own speed could have been a few points faster.
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Coming back to the situation within the mountain of Ryuudou Temple, this time, the black sludge not only created puppets from the shadows, but was also constantly surging and piecing together, seemingly wanting to attack in the form of various giant puppets. There was even a portion of the black mud that, like tentacles, was deadly locked onto the various Heroic Spirits. Once engulfed by this black mud, if one did not have a sufficiently firm self-awareness, one would be controlled by the black mud. To some extent, that is, "Reversed."
Looking at this black mud approaching them, Merlin took a deep breath, his expression gradually becoming serious. For me to be summoned by Aslan, for me to encounter such a thing, to some extent, it can be said to be fate. After all, his Noble Phantasm was not particularly powerful, but in the face of such a situation, it could still be considered one of the optimal solutions.