"berserker...damn it, what the hell is that guy Assassin doing?"
Caster looked at Ilia who slowly landed on the ground and frowned in dissatisfaction.
"Are you talking about the servant waiting at the mountain gate?"
Illya heard Caster's complaint, and while drawing out her swords, the text appeared on the broad sword body.
"Sorry, I came in from another place, and he couldn't stop me."
"What did you say? Come in from somewhere else? Stop joking!"
Caster simply couldn't believe Illya's words.
Although the barrier that exists in Ryudou Temple will not affect ordinary people, it absolutely refuses to exist like heroic spirits.
I don’t believe that this is normal. Whoever calls Illya is not a heroic spirit at all.
"Forget it if you don't believe it. Now let us calculate the cost of daring to taint the things that I like."
In an instant, the majestic aura of the king burst out from Ilia's body, accompanied by surging magic power fluctuations.
Just like a child who was almost robbed of his precious toy, Illya was really a little angry this time.
Illya did not expect that after Caster understood her strength and learned that she and Emiya Shirou were friends rather than enemies, he would dare to snatch Emiya Shirou's Command Seal.
----Dividing line----
"Who are you?!"
At this time, Saber was blocked in front of the gate of Ryudou Temple.
"The guard of Liudong Temple, the servant of Assassin."
Assassin looked at Saber calmly.
"It seems you want to pass here."
As he spoke, Assassin tightened the long knife in his hand.
"Then we must first defeat the inferior."
Hearing this, Saber frowned and silently clenched the sword in her hand.
The wind blew around both parties, and the fallen leaves in the forest began to fly.
By chance, a withered yellow leaf fluttered between the two servants.
At the moment when the remaining leaves spiraled to the ground, two bursts of magic power collided almost simultaneously.
The remaining leaves turned into flying dust at this moment, and it was at this moment that the long knife and the sword struck each other.
During the battle, both sides swung their weapons back and forth at each other, causing sharp explosions to pierce the air.
After the two sides exchanged weapons again, they all stopped and looked in the direction of the mountain gate.
There, a sudden burst of terrifying magic power shocked the two people who were fighting.
"It seems that more than one person slipped in. This is really a dereliction of duty on my part."
Assassin sighed and waved his sword to stop Saber, who was eager to enter Ryudou Temple to find out what was going on because he sensed the familiar aura of the king.
"I'm sorry. In order to make up for my fault, it is also my responsibility. I will never let you go."
Hearing this, Saber bit her gums tightly and continued to increase the frequency of her attacks.
----Dividing line----
After Illya completely released her aura, she charged forward and cut Caster in half with a sword.
However, there was no scene of blood splattering.
I saw Caster's cut-off figure twisting, turning into a black phantom and disappearing from the place.
Ilia didn't have any surprised expression and looked up into the air.
There, caster suddenly appeared, the mage's robe unfolded to both sides, and the lines that shimmered with psychedelic colors appeared on the mage's robe.
"You're really merciless."
Caster said, and in front of the mage's robe, groups of magic power continued to accumulate.
'Barrage? Interesting, then...'
Illya thrust her swords into the ground and stretched one hand forward.
‘Come out! origin-logic!’
A purple magic book appeared, and black magic light shone on it.
"Master! It has been 5 years, 77 days, 16 hours, 49 minutes and 13 seconds since my last official startup."
'Well...that's been a really long time...'
Illya wiped the non-existent sweat on her forehead with some guilt. For some reason, she heard some strong resentment from the mechanized female voice of Origin-Logic.
The last time Illya brought out origin-logic, she took the command spell of Kayneth Elumeroy Archibald and the book of making false ministers. In fact, she did not officially activate origin-logic.
(original logic), just use origin-logic (original logic) like a bag to carry things.
‘Okay! This time I want you to appear on the stage to have a big fight! It’s been a long time since I played the barrage game! Let’s play a gorgeous barrage game!’
Illya raised her origin-logic and pointed it at the caster in the air.
"realize!master!"
Following Origin-Logic's mechanized response, red and blue magic missiles quickly gathered together.
It corresponds to the caster in the distance.
"Who is this berserker?"
Caster looked at Illya with surprise as she was surrounded by massive red and blue magic missiles on the ground.
Caster has never heard of a berserker who is at the extreme end of the martial arts spectrum and can also serve as a magician.
"Hmph! What an arrogant berserker! You actually compete with me, a caster, in terms of magic ability, then as you wish!"
The moment the words fell, all the magic missiles in front of Caster that were ready to go were fired towards Illya.
‘The barrage game begins!’
At the same moment, the magic missiles surrounding Illya were also activated accordingly.
----Dividing line----
For the current Emiya Shirou, the scene in front of him is definitely a scene he will never forget.
A large number of magic missiles collided in the air, and the gusts of wind caused by the explosion even made him feel a little unsteady while standing firmly on the ground. This shows how intense the attacks from both sides were.
Emiya Shirou knew that the level and intensity of magic displayed by the two Servants was beyond his reach.
With his current abilities, there is absolutely no way he can use such great magic.
Emiya Shirou even felt that even Tohsaka Rin, a magic genius, would be ashamed of himself.
"Am I... really still too weak?"
Emiya Shirou looked at his hands and clenched his fists.
"Is it like what Archer said, that I can only hide behind Sister Ilia all the time?"
Emiya Shirou was trembling and didn't even notice that his nails dug into his palms.
"Have you finally realized your own weakness? Have you finally realized that your justice is fanciful?"
At this time, the silver-haired and red-robed Archer appeared behind Shirou Emiya.
"archer..."
Emiya Shirou didn't say anything, and looked silently at Archer, who had a deep expression on his face.
"With your own strength, what can you do? Not to mention saving, a weak person can't even protect his own life!"
Archer looked into the air, where the two powerful magic powers were impacting each other.
"Aren't you willing to accept it? Are you unwilling to accept your own weakness?"
With that said, Archer turned around, leaving his solid back in Shirou Emiya's eyes.
"Then go ahead and fantasize! At least imagine it. If you can't defeat it in reality, defeat it in your imagination. If you can't win, just imagine something that can win... After all, that's all you can do.
, that’s all.”
After finishing speaking, Archer was suddenly stunned.
"...What's wrong with me? I actually made suggestions for the person to kill. It seems that I have also been infected with Rin's innocence..."
Archer shook his head and stood silently, carefully observing the two sides fighting.
"...fantasy..."
Emiya Shirou glanced at Illya on the ground, then at Caster in the air, and finally focused on Archer and began to think deeply.
