Chapter 492: Chapter 492: Red and Black Showdown · The Burning King
Bellerophon (Bridle of Chivalry)
Rank: A+ Type: Anti-Army Noble Phantasm Range: 2~50 Maximum Targets: 300
This Noble Phantasm is a rare type consisting of reins and a whip, possessing extraordinary capabilities in both offense and defense. It significantly enhances the abilities of the summoned mythical creature. When used, all of its stats increase by one rank, and AC increases by 100.
Indeed, although Pegasus, the Bellerophon, was Shinji's final trump card, to truly unleash its power, he had to use the Noble Phantasm Bellerophon (Bridle of Chivalry).
Many people find it hard to believe, but the famous Pegasus, the Bellerophon, which rivals dragonkind, has a very gentle temperament and finds it difficult to be serious in battle. Without the Bridle of Chivalry to incite its ferocity, it wouldn't even actively charge at enemies.
The bridle's properties also significantly enhance Pegasus's attributes, elevating both its attack and defense to extraordinary heights. In this state, neither Astolfo's Hippogriff nor Achilles's immortal steed could match Bellerophon.
This is why Shinji dared to charge against the magical cannon's assault.
This is why Shinji dared to collide head-on with Spartacus without worrying about his counterattack—extraordinary attack meets extraordinary defense, so who fears whom? At least for a short time, Spartacus couldn't crush him, and that time was enough to propel him upwards.
Of course, Shinji wouldn't dare to face the final self-destruction head-on. Extraordinary attack and defense are ultimately within conventional limits and don't apply against a trump card Noble Phantasm. Even if it's not an EX-ranked Noble Phantasm, breaking through extraordinary conventional defense isn't difficult.
In Fate/Stay Night, Rider Medusa, in her Bridle of Chivalry state, was still obliterated by Saber Artoria's Excalibur, proving that Pegasus's defense couldn't withstand an A++ ranked Anti-Fortress Noble Phantasm.
Judging by the increasing magical density in the air, Spartacus's self-destruction's destructive power was no less than the true name release of Excalibur, which Pegasus couldn't possibly withstand. Hence, Shinji planned for Fiore to move him away at the critical moment to avoid being Spartacus's cushion.
Pegasus's body emitted an intense radiance, pure and dazzling, surpassing even the magical cannon fired by the Hanging Gardens.
In less than a blink of an eye, the descending momentum of the mass of flesh was halted and began to ascend at an even more exaggerated speed.
Seeing this, Semiramis increased her magical output, now utilizing not just the Gardens' magic but also the support provided by her Master Shirou through their contract.
Generally, a modern magus magical energy is a drop in the ocean compared to the Hanging Gardens. But Shirou was different; the magical energy stored within him was even greater than that of the Gardens. With this infusion, the diameter of the extraordinary-level magical cannon almost instantly doubled.
"Go up!!!"
Shinji roared, leaning forward, placing his hands beside Pegasus's neck, urging its wings to flap even more powerfully.
At this point, having come this far, how could he give up? How could he lose to a mere magical cannon?
There was only one goal: to send that indistinguishable mass of flesh into the isolated aerial garden. To use that miraculous structure, built by the powerful, as the rebellious gladiator's grave.
A pure white comet, a purple torrent, clashed with Spartacus's battered body as the focal point of their contest.
The high temperatures from the EX-ranked magical cannon and the pressure from the extraordinary physical attack compressed the mass of flesh by a third almost instantly, with another third lost during the previous tug-of-war.
As time passed, the previously sufficient fulcrum for both mythical beasts to exert their power became less stable. After a while, Astolfo was swept away by the shockwaves generated by Pegasus and the magical cannon.
Throughout, he never had any intention of retreating. No matter how anxious or fearful he was, he steadfastly held his position, living up to the name of one of Charlemagne's Twelve Paladins.
"Ugh, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
The Hippogriff flew unsteadily into the distance amidst its master's cries of pain. With the sensitivity of a legendary steed and the sharpness of a griffin, it sensed something was amiss.
At the same time as Astolfo's retreat, Shinji once again heard Spartacus's voice.
His throat and vocal cords hadn't recovered, and as a gladiator, he knew nothing of magic, yet he still conveyed his emotions and joy. In his final moments, his will transcended his physical limitations!
"Destroy all oppression, utterly crush the symbols of power!"
Yes, caught between two torrents of power, he had finally reached his limit.
The colossal Servant, resembling a "god of curses," unleashed his final strike toward the sky.
His heart was filled with an intoxicating sense of happiness. He had gone mad... even he recognized his madness.
But he couldn't stop. He was inherently unable to endure belonging to anyone.
No, it wasn't just that. He felt a perverse pleasure from being despised and harmed. A sensation of something sediment-like accumulating within him brought him infinite joy.
So, he always laughed. When this accumulation reached its critical point, Spartacus enacted his rebellion. As long as oppressors existed in the world, his pleasure and rage would never cease.
Now, in his second life, he was delivering the most powerful strike of his career. His vision distorted, and the pain of his body parts gradually transforming into something else tormented his mind. But it was nearly over. This was not merely a full-force strike but an ultimate destruction that required sacrificing everything.
"—Ah."
He even sighed. He paid no attention to how grotesquely his body had transformed. The gladiator, who dedicated his life to rebellion, finally delivered that strike.
The targets were all oppressors in this Holy Grail War.
The Empress in the Hanging Gardens, overlooking everything from on high.
The lord of this land, commanding great power.
The arbitrator, standing above all Servants and factions, watching from afar.
And even the master of Pegasus, who continued to exert control over him.
Destroy.
Annihilate.
Vanish.
Everything—
It was a strike almost capable of touching the moon and striking down stars.
Under this strike, born of all his pain and life, the purple magical torrent and the pure white Pegasus comet lost their colors.
Throughout the entire world, only this unique light of destruction remained.
In both life and death, this was the highest, strongest rebellious punch of his career.
Whether his fist and sword would reach the oppressors, he could never know, nor did he intend to. The ascetic gladiator, who dedicated his entire life to rebellion, ended his life with a smile.
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