"Hey! Saber! What are you doing! Why are you not helping Berserker deal with the enemy Servant!"
At this time, Gordes was furiously berating Siegfried.
Because he had failed in his first battle earlier, and his Black Faction's strongest Saber had been defeated by a junior who was not even a Servant, his own pride could not accept such a blow, even though Darnic and the other Yggdmillennia Masters had not said anything.
Therefore, this time he volunteered to deal with the two incoming Servants, attempting to reclaim his lost dignity and honor.
In the very beginning, he had even refused Darnic's proposal to send Berserker along with Siegfried, precisely to monopolize this opportunity.
He wanted to show the other Masters that he, Gordes, was still the most powerful and important person in Yggdmillennia.
But what angered him was that upon arriving here, Berserker had acted on her own, charging forward to fight that Servant who looked like a Lancer. And Siegfried actually allowed her to steal the spotlight without taking any action.
Thus, furious, he began to interrogate this hero.
"I apologize, Master. But as you can see, Berserker and the enemy Servant seem to be enjoying their battle. I do not think I should interrupt them without permission."
"Furthermore, according to intelligence, there should be two incoming enemy Servants. Since only one is present right now, I believe I should focus on defending against any potential surprise attacks."
Hearing his Master's interrogation, Siegfried felt very helpless. But given his personality, he could not bring himself to refute or deny others, so he could only earnestly advise him.
"What are you talking about?! Enjoying?! Why would there be enjoyment!"
As if something Siegfried said provoked Gordes, he suddenly became extremely enraged and roared.
"You are Servants, you are dead people, you are familiars! How could you be here without our summoning! Therefore, your only mission is to obey the orders of us magi!"
"But, Master..."
"No buts!"
At this point, Gordes, his mind completely filled with inexplicable anger, immediately made a ruthless decision. He raised his arm, preparing to use a Command Spell.
"By my Command Spell, Saber! Use your Noble Phantasm to break up the battle between Berserker and the enemy Servant, and then kill..."
"Master! Wait!"
Hearing Gordes's words, Siegfried instantly became anxious.
Setting aside the fact that using a Noble Phantasm to interfere in the battle without permission was disrespectful to Berserker, it could also accidentally injure her. Furthermore, one enemy Servant was clearly hiding in the shadows. If they used this opportunity to launch a surprise attack, the consequences...
Right at this moment, Siegfried suddenly felt a chill down his spine. His expression changed immediately, and he abruptly looked toward the depths of the forest to the southeast.
In his eyes, a point of golden light rapidly expanded.
Just as Gordes was about to finish issuing the command, Darnic suddenly intruded. Seeing Gordes's actions, he immediately stopped him with a stern voice.
But it was already too late. Following Siegfried's perspective, the gazes of the two people present were instantly drawn to the golden light that filled the entire magical screen.
"Saber!!!"
Only at this moment did Gordes finally recover from his inexplicable anger, and finally realize what a foolish thing he had just done, and how much trouble he had caused Saber.
But it was too late to say anything. When the sun-like golden light dispersed, what met their eyes was Siegfried, covered in burn marks, leaning on his Demonic Sword and panting.
And noticeably, a silver arrow was pierced into his chest.
"Idiot! You are useless and only ruin things!"
Seeing this scene, Darnic breathed a sigh of relief while glaring fiercely at Gordes. Seeing the other party still standing there dumbfounded, he said angrily:
"What are you still standing there for! Quickly use a Command Spell to withdraw Saber from the battlefield! How can he continue fighting in his current state? Do you want him to be a live target!"
Hearing this, Gordes finally seemed to react, hurriedly ordering the injured Siegfried to forcefully dematerialize and return.
Watching Siegfried's figure dissipate from the battlefield, Darnic finally relaxed slightly.
Fortunately, having been reminded by Vlad III, he had deliberately paid attention to Gordes's situation, and had sent Archer Chiron in advance for long-range support just in case.
At least after Siegfried retreated, there was no need to worry about the hidden Red Archer taking the opportunity to shoot Berserker dead.
"Failed to kill him? It seems I really cannot do without using a Noble Phantasm."
Meanwhile, seeing Siegfried take the hit from her dual-divinity arrows head-on and then vanish into the battlefield as a streak of light, Atalante frowned.
For her, as a hunter, every strike was aimed at a one-hit kill.
Having learned from the information Souya brought back that the enemy Saber's True Name was Siegfried, and that he possessed a Noble Phantasm similar to Achilles's immortality, she had specifically amplified the power of the arrows.
Yet she had not expected that she still underestimated this hero named Siegfried.
She had been too careless. It would not happen again.
Reflecting on this, Atalante drew her bow and arrow once again. This time, the target was undoubtedly Penthesilea, who was fighting Achilles with increasing ferocity.
For this old friend, who was both familiar and strange, she decided it would be better to shoot off her limbs and bring her back to Sighisoara to properly interrogate her about the things she wanted to know.
But right at this moment, as if sensing something, Atalante's eyes narrowed. She abruptly flipped and jumped down from the large tree she was standing on.
The next moment, a silent arrow struck. The moment it hit the position where Atalante had originally been standing, it instantly produced a massive explosion.
When the smoke caused by the arrow cleared, what surprised Atalante was that the entire tree had been reduced to dust, scattering in the wind.
"Is it the Black Archer? What powerful archery!"
Watching this scene, a serious look appeared in Atalante's eyes.
Being able to make the arrow's flight silent while possessing such immense destructive power, combined with the fact that she had not detected it immediately, clearly indicated that the person who shot this arrow was over 10 kilometers away.
At this level, it was no exaggeration to say their archery had reached the realm of gods.
Instinctively, Atalante looked toward the direction the arrow came from. The light of the moon swirled in her eyes. Emerald and silver, not only did it look incredibly beautiful, but it also allowed her to clearly see the true face of the enemy Archer standing atop the distant castle.
And the opponent clearly saw her too. The moment their gazes met, both of them froze.
"Sagittarius?"
"Leo?"
It was not the opponent's zodiac sign, but the resonance and intuition shared between the twelve signs of the Zodiac.
Almost instantly, both realized the opponent was no ordinary archer.
But after a brief pause, Atalante and Chiron raised their arms, drew their bows, and nocked their arrows simultaneously.
The next moment, two equally silent arrows were fired together, followed by countless magical arrows trailing closely behind.
The bow battle between Sagittarius and Leo commenced directly amidst silent ferocity.
Conversely, while these four Servants, all hailing from Greece, were engaged in a massive battle here, on another side, Astolfo had already taken a certain homunculus boy across the barrier and run into the forest.