Unlike Shirou's battle, no Servant appeared before Siegfried. Only Dragon Tooth Warriors surged towards him. Wielding his greatsword, Siegfried continuously cut down the surrounding Dragon Tooth Warriors. With his strength, these Dragon Tooth Warriors were certainly no match for him. Therefore, he knew very well that his enemy would soon appear. And it was very likely to be the Red Lancer, Karna, whom he had previously encountered.
"It seems our battle is inevitable. It's truly wonderful that our previous duel can continue!"
"Ah! Indeed!" Looking at the Servant who appeared before him, even Siegfried, who was not supposed to speak, responded with joy.
"Black Saber, for the victory of my side, I will surely vanquish you with my spear."
"Then come!" As soon as the words fell, the two spirited fighters instantly clashed. The battle between spear and sword was once again ignited.
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In Millennia Castle, Vlad III and Chiron stood on the city walls, continuously observing the battle before them.
"Shirou is dueling Achilles; they are evenly matched!"
"Siegfried's duel with Karna is also in a stalemate."
"Astolfo is flying towards the enemy's aerial fortress."
"Frankenstein seems to have also been drawn in by an enemy Servant and has entered the forest. I estimate it's their Assassin!" Even the renowned Great Sage Chiron probably wouldn't have guessed that the Queen in the Hanging Gardens would be an Assassin-class Servant.
After all, in their perception, a Servant capable of building such a stronghold, summoning Dragon Tooth Warriors, and wielding magecraft would definitely be a Caster-class Servant. After all, who would have thought that the Queen would have a dual class! As a Servant with both Assassin and Caster classes, what's wrong with Semiramis knowing some magecraft?
"It seems the advantage on the field is now completely under our control!"
"Indeed, but the enemy's Archer, Atalanta, has also appeared. Should I make my move, or send out Spartacus?"
"Send Spartacus out to deal with Atalanta! After all, Chiron, you still need to fully monitor the battlefield, guarding against the defeat of our Servants!"
"Yes, I understand!" Through telepathic communication,
Avicebron quickly released Spartacus.
"Hahahaha! Oppressor, I shall vanquish you!" With a joyous laugh, Spartacus, short sword in hand, charged out, heading directly for Atalanta, who was moving around the field.
"It's Spartacus?!"
"Hmph, now that I think about it, you truly are a pathetic creature!" If he were to participate in this Holy Grail War, he had to belong to someone. Sometimes, he might even encounter situations where he had to fight as a henchman for an oppressor. If he had been summoned as an ordinary swordsman, could he truly have endured such humiliation?
Therefore, if he wanted to fight for the Holy Grail, he could only choose the most risky path, that of a Berserker. And his Mad Enhancement would cause the situation to worsen. It's likely that no matter which Holy Grail War he was summoned to, he would never obtain the Holy Grail. But even so, he still smiled as he slew evil. While enduring pain, he was also searching for a way to reverse the situation. Both a masochistic seeker of truth and a desperate destroyer. That was simply Spartacus's life.
Therefore, Atalanta judged his existence as pathetic and shot arrows at him. To her, Spartacus was merely a massive target. Whether it was a strike from his short sword wielded by his gigantic arm or a charge from his massive body, they were meaningless before her beast-like speed. However, Spartacus's steel-like muscles remained completely unmoving no matter how many arrows pierced him.
"He's tough enough. In that case, here goes!" Atalanta abandoned the tactic of keeping her distance, dashing forward with fierce speed, while sliding across the ground the moment she dodged a sweeping attack. As she passed between Spartacus's legs, Atalanta instantly pierced Spartacus's jaw, throat, chest cavity, and abdomen with arrows.
"Hahahahaha! Not enough! Not enough! AAAAAAHHHH!!"
However, Spartacus, turning back, kicked Atalanta fiercely in the abdomen. Under the powerful impact, as if hit by a cannonball, Atalanta, along with nearby Dragon Tooth Warriors and homunculi, flew back a full twenty
meters.
"Guh, ugh!" Fortunately, she moved her body backward at
the last moment. Otherwise, under such a powerful impact, her upper body might have been kicked off.
Archer regretted her carelessness and looked towards Spartacus, who was closing in. Despite shooting so many arrows at him, his charging speed hadn't changed at all.
"The arrows should have wounded him, right?" But soon, Atalanta discovered something unusual about him.
Spartacus's wounds had been repaired. But it wasn't so much repair as an excessive regeneration. The pierced parts swelled up like tumors. Atalanta's arrows should have pierced countless holes throughout his body.
"Could it be that this guy is growing in size!?" And not just that, a stronger surge of magical energy could be felt from him than before. His entire body wrapped in dense magical energy, Spartacus swung his short sword with even greater power and speed than before!
"Tsk!" Atalanta dodged the swinging short sword by a
hair's breadth. Spartacus's Noble Phantasm, "Crying Warmonger," was a self-targeting Anti-Unit Noble Phantasm that could convert damage into stored magical energy to boost his abilities.
"But I didn't hear that his appearance would also turn into an aberration!" With his wounds continuously growing, Spartacus was no longer in human form!
Atalanta dodged his whip-like arm's slash by crouching, while aiming an arrow at the wrist of the hand holding the sword. Probably because his wrist was pierced by three arrows, Spartacus's hand finally released the short sword. Atalanta suddenly charged forward, picked up the sword, and then, holding the sword with both hands, plunged it fiercely into the back of Spartacus's struggling hand. Although he didn't scream, his movements stopped due to the deep penetration.
Spartacus could have simply torn off his wrist to escape, but his excessive regenerative ability had caused the wound on his wrist to completely heal.
"Good, you stay still for now." Atalanta, confirming that there were only Dragon Tooth Warriors, homunculi, and golems around, re-notched two arrows and aimed at the sky. She compressed the area to its limit, concentrating the arrows on a single point. Although this was her second time using her Noble Phantasm today, among her attack methods, this was the most suitable one to use in this situation. Fortunately, her Master hadn't uttered a single complaint about it either.
"Offer up such a disaster'Phoebus Catastrophe'!"
Spartacus looked at the sky and smiled. The shining rain of arrows, as if to purify him, fell radiantly. Every part of his body was severed, truly leaving him in pieces. His muscle tissue, epidermis, blood vessels, nerves, and all other parts were severely damaged. If he were an ordinary Servant, he would undoubtedly die on the spot in this situation.
Even an excellent Servant would probably fall into a near-death state. Instant recovery, even if the Master was a first-class magus, would be impossible. However, what was unexpected was.
"Could it be!" As if responding to the speechless Atalanta, the mass of flesh slowly began to wriggle.
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Meanwhile, on the other side, Karna, who also noticed the situation with Atalanta, his eyes flashing. He understood that the best moment in the Red Faction's plan had arrived.
"Black Saber, I will defeat you here!"
"Brahmas, Curse My Body!"
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