Capítulo 115: Chapter 39. The Moment of Reversal Has Arrived
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I Will Eventually Embark on the Path of No Return Called a Hero [Arc2] - 39. The Moment of Reversal Has Arrived
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The balance of victory is tilting towards the Black Faction.
Mordred was repelled by Siegfried, Atalanta showed no allegiance to the Red Faction, Achilles was being held back by the Centaur-like Chiron and was even at risk of defeat, and the village's hope, Karna, had the chance to finish off Vlad III but was intercepted by Siegfried, enduring attacks from the two strongest Black Servants.
The Dragon Tooth Soldiers thrown by Semiramis were mostly cleared by Spartacus and Frankenstein, and the night had just begun. Karna might soon face an attack from four Heroic Spirits.
The victory for the Black Faction seemed almost certain.
However, for some reason, Jeanne d'Arc felt uneasy. The smoother this Holy Grail War went, the more something felt off. There must be a reason why she was summoned. If this Holy Grail War could end so smoothly, there would be no need for her appearance.
What could this anomaly be?
"Don't worry, things won't get too out of hand with me around," Cyd patted Jeanne's head. "As long as they don't bring the mystics to light, our current goal is to get to the hanging garden and make that disobedient Empress hide this conspicuous item."
"But it still feels like the hanging garden isn't the biggest problem," Jeanne scratched the back of her head, unconsciously glancing towards the Black Faction fortress, urged by the divine inspiration to move in that direction.
It should have been the calmest place.
"Let's go to the Black Faction's fortress," Cyd narrowed his eyes. "Everything seems too obvious. The Black Faction, with its superior number of Heroic Spirits, is naturally suppressing the Red Faction. The Red Faction is being suppressed as expected. It doesn't seem to show any abnormalities."
"I think so too," Jeanne nodded.
"The problem is here! The Red Faction is taking the initiative, yet it seems like they're walking into their own deaths. But this is impossible. That man has an intense determination to complete something," Cyd gave up on the hanging garden and ran towards the Black Faction fortress. "He must have some plan, and it's happening right now!"
Atalanta silently followed suit.
Jeanne looked around at the empty surroundings, somewhat stunned.
"Wait… wait for me!"
…
"What's happening! Why are these golems attacking us!"
Gordes, in anger, used reinforcement magic to strengthen his arm and smashed a golems's head with a punch.
"Something's wrong!" Fiore calmly deployed her repaired garment, her four-armed mechanical hands continuously firing magic bullets to smash nearby golems.
Thanks to the smooth progression of the battle, the golems hadn't suffered much damage and their numbers were terrifyingly high!
"What exactly happened?" Darnic's expression twisted. The bright future he had finally grasped seemed about to be snatched away again, just like before!
"Command Seal order: return to me immediately, Rider!" Without hesitation, Celenike summoned Astolfo back with a command seal.
"Rider, crush them!"
"Eh? This isn't us, eeh!" Astolfo ducked to avoid a golems's merciless punch, "Why!"
"Caster… Caster betrayed us!" Darnic clenched his fists, revealing an answer even he couldn't believe.
For the Black Faction, Caster Avicebron was second only to Vlad III. If Vlad III was the assurance of individual combat power, Avicebron provided everything else—territory creation, golems armies, and Darnic had been sure Avicebron had no interest in the Holy Grail, only in completing his Noble Phantasm. For them, Avicebron's Noble Phantasm was also one of their trump cards.
Therefore, the possibility of Avicebron betraying them should have been zero.
However, rather than saying the golems had gone berserk, it was more accurate to say they had switched their target to them. Trust in Avicebron had become a prison that trapped them.
"Ah, ahh~ I don't know what's going on, but if it means I can destroy them, then fine!" Astolfo scratched his head and drew his lance. "This will make up for the embarrassing performance earlier!"
"I'll call Berserker back," Caules began summoning Frankenstein, who was idling in the war, and Spartacus, who was preparing to charge.
"Damn it! The Holy Grail!" Darnic's eyes narrowed sharply. "Go to the Holy Grail!"
"It's probably been detected by now, though it might be slightly off."
Kotomine Shirou, standing before the Holy Grail, spread his arms as if sensing something and chuckled lightly.
"How does it feel to have completed the Noble Phantasm, Caster?"
In the darkness, a pair of red eyes slowly lit up as Avicebron materialized beside Kotomine Shirou.
"I feel a sense of relief. Probably because of the Holy Grail, its growth speed is much faster than expected," Avicebron said calmly.
"Oh? How large?" Kotomine Shirou raised an eyebrow, asking with interest.
"All beneath your feet," Avicebron turned and walked into the darkness. "Let's finish this quickly."
"Do you really hate this land so much?" Kotomine Shirou whispered.
"I only hate… the land that gave birth to humans like me."
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"Indeed, there's a problem!"
Cyd dodged an attacking golem by sidestepping, while a magic cannon from the hanging garden tilted and crashed down on him.
"You don't want me to come over?" Cyd raised an eyebrow. "Rebellious golems, I understand now. You've convinced the Black Faction's Caster to use his Noble Phantasm to turn the tide."
A bead of cold sweat dripped down Semiramis's face as she sat on the throne in the hanging garden. This hanging garden was both her pride and her trump card. The twelve EX-class magic cannons were capable of turning everything to dust, but now, these cannons couldn't even slow down Cyd's actions.
"I said as long as you don't expose the mystics, I wouldn't interfere, but my instincts tell me that what you're about to do will definitely expose the mystics," Cyd twisted her neck. "Please, Ata."
With that, Cyd charged directly towards the Black Faction fortress.
"Don't call me by that name," Atalanta sighed, raising the Bow of the Heavens towards the sky. The two arrows nocked on the bow began to emit light.
[Phoebus Catastrophe: Complaint Message on the Arrow]
Petitioning the sun god Apollo and the moon goddess Artemis to bless and protect her allies and bring disaster to their enemies. However…
The two arrows shot through the clouds like streaks of light.
If the target was this guy, the power of this Noble Phantasm would exceed imagination, after all…
"Boom----"
Like the end of the world, the clouds were blasted away by a terrifying impact, countless arrows of light rained down, ravaging the land, and all the golems on the battlefield were instantly shattered.
Cyd stopped in front of the Black Faction fortress. His left hand, symbolizing Apollo and Artemis, was shining brightly.
These two gods were extremely fond of Cyd, and the calamity they brought was no joke.
"They really spoil him," Atalanta put down her bow with a resigned look.
"Let me see what you're really up to~" Cyd's lips curled into a smile.
"Heh, it's too late," Semiramis, sitting on the throne, crossed her legs. "We've already won."
"Boom----"
The theoretically indestructible fortress of the Black Faction collapsed, as the force that destroyed it came from within. A massive arm reached out from the collapsed section, holding…
"The Holy Grail!" Cyd's eyes narrowed sharply.
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