บท 126: Chapter 50. The Fateful Showdown
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I Will Eventually Embark on the Path of No Return Called a Hero [Arc2] - 50. The Fateful Showdown
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"It really isn't that simple~"
Looking at the thick fog before him, Cyd sighed.
"It seems that the Black Faction's heroic spirits have been separated," Jeanne, holding a battle flag, surveyed the surroundings and then cautiously moved forward a few steps.
"There's a wall over there."
"Bang—"
Jeanne covered her forehead and crouched on the ground.
"There wasn't this wall just now!"
"This is troublesome," Cyd waved his hand. Even if the fog was temporarily dispersed, it would soon refill the area unless the source was completely dealt with.
"This fog… is poisonous," Atalanta frowned. "It doesn't have a significant effect on heroic spirits, but it's deadly for humans."
"Poisonous?" Cyd raised an eyebrow. For someone with a blessing like him, it was no different from ordinary fog.
"But what should we do?" Jeanne rubbed her forehead.
"Of course, we should go find the Holy Grail~" Cyd shrugged. "Your revelation should have indicated the Holy Grail's location."
"I know the location, but the route keeps changing," Jeanne sighed and pointed to where she had bumped her head earlier. "It's probably the work of the Black Faction's Assassin. This Hanging Garden is entirely under her control, and changing the terrain is as easy for her as snapping her fingers."
That wall earlier was likely the work of Semiramis.
"Knowing the specific location is enough," Cyd walked up to the wall and kicked it.
"Boom—"
Jeanne's mouth fell open.
"Let's break through!" Cyd grinned.
"Tch, you're really the biggest trouble," Semiramis said, tapping her finger lightly on the armrest of her throne.
She had originally planned to continuously alter the route to make Jeanne, the straightforward country girl, take detours and delay her arrival at the Holy Grail. However, Cyd chose to break through and create the most direct route, but that was within her expectations.
However, Cyd was at the farthest point from the Holy Grail. Even if he advanced in a straight line, he would inevitably run into several of the surprises she had set up.
"As for the others, although we didn't manage to separate the master, the choice of their position is flawless," Semiramis said, watching the figures on the screen. "Everything is going smoothly."
"I knew this would happen," Caules, with a resigned look, put on a gas mask.
"Having a friendly chat with Sisigou was indeed the right choice," Fiore also put on a gas mask.
Celenike silently put on her gas mask.
To prevent their Assassin, Jack the Ripper, from backstabbing them, they had specifically consulted with the Sisigou. Although they couldn't get a clear picture, the Sisigou had confidently assured them.
[Although I don't know why I can't remember, my body still hasn't forgotten that burning sensation from breathing.］
So, they were each equipped with a gas mask.
"However, we're still caught in the opponent's rhythm," Chiron, now in his centaur form, stood in front of Caules and Fiore, while Frankenstein held a war hammer behind them.
From the moment they stepped into the Hanging Garden, they had entered an Assassin's hunting ground. The poisonous fog obscured all vision, leaving only the fog's master free to act. She would remain hidden until the prey's emotional collapse exposed a flaw; that would be her moment to strike. Until then, she would wait.
"This is truly a troublesome situation," Caules rubbed his exposed hand. The slight stinging sensation on his skin told him that the gas mask's effect was merely a relief; they would be doomed if they stayed for too long. "But we can't confirm if the Assassin is targeting us. The breath concealment combined with this fog is too insidious."
"Can't the Archer confirm the Assassin's location?" Fiore asked with some frustration.
"If it were a Ruler, they could probably locate the Assassin, but unfortunately, I don't have such skills," Chiron shook his head. "The only thing I can guarantee is that the Assassin won't have the chance to ambush you."
"Then let's move forward," Fiore nodded. "It's better to advance than sit here and wait."
"You're right!" Chiron smiled slightly.
"It's so pungent," Astolfo pinched his nose.
"Indeed, my opponent is you."
Vlad III summoned his lance and looked at Karna, the Red Lancer, standing not far away.
There was no poisonous fog here because it wasn't necessary. As soon as Karna started fighting, the flames ignited would immediately dispel the surrounding fog. Moreover, there was no need to ambush Darnic.
Vlad III was currently unable to deploy the twenty thousand iron stakes to secure the Hanging Garden. His confrontation with Karna was limited to close combat, and the most crucial point was—
Vlad III clenched his fist. The abundant power within him had diminished. What was once ten layers of power was now only six.
"You must have sensed it, Vlad III," Karna waved his lance but didn't immediately attack. "A lot of preparation was done by the Empress to deal with you. This isn't your territory, and you won't receive support as a national hero."
Darnic's eyes narrowed fiercely. "King!"
Vlad III raised his hand toward Darnic. "Even without support, I am still your king. Wherever I am, I will protect you. Just watch my battle from there!"
"Although I can't give my true name, I will fight with all my might to show my respect!" Karna raised his Brahmastra at Vlad III.
"No… you can't! Saber, we can't fight him!" Gordes pulled at Siegfried's hand, trying to drag him away, but Siegfried stood like a statue. "That's an order!"
This time, Siegfried defied Gordes's orders because he couldn't leave. The moment he turned his back on this enemy, he would have lost, and Gordes would undoubtedly be doomed.
"Ah~ They even deliberately made the battlefield so spacious. That woman is really thoughtful," Achilles, standing on his chariot, looked around. Like Karna, his battlefield had no fog, because there was no need for it.
To maximize his Rider's strength, Semiramis had prepared a battlefield that was nothing but a vast plain, with no cover at all.
This was clearly meant to allow him to use his chariot to trample his opponent.
This was also the reason Gordes wanted Siegfried to leave. In this Holy Grail War, the Black Faction could inflict effective damage on Achilles only through Chiron. Siegfried's opponent could be anyone except Achilles!
"I can't leave," Siegfried shook off Gordes's hand. "If we turn and run, he'll crush us with his chariot without hesitation."
"Hmm, I never let escapees go," Achilles nodded.
"Master, I will protect you, not only because it's my duty as your Servant but also because of Sieg's request," Siegfried drew his dragon-slaying sword - Balmung and aimed it at Achilles. "I will protect you! Even if it means dying, I will ensure you leave safely. So… don't look back! Leave here now!"
Achilles raised an eyebrow but showed no intention of stopping them.
"Damn it! Don't underestimate people!" Gordes shouted with a flushed face. "I won't run away! Aren't you the dragon-slaying hero who fulfills others' wishes? Then fulfill mine! Win for me!"
Siegfried was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.
"Yes, I will win."
"Exactly! That's how it should be!"
Achilles grinned and jumped off his chariot. His lance began to glow.
"Then you are worthy!"
"Let's have a fair and just fight!"
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