Chapter 418: The Clash of Immortal Bodies

Chapter 419: The Clash of the Immortals

——No one can beat him, like a gust of wind.

This is how enemies described him with fear and awe when Red Rider was alive.

No matter what kind of predicament, Red Rider can overcome it; no matter what kind of difficulty, Red Rider can deal with it with a smile.

But this time, he was in an unprecedented difficult situation.

The silver-haired Saber, the hammer-wielding Berserker... Neither of them could put pressure on Achilles. However, the black-robed woman who appeared as an Assassin repeatedly pushed him into a desperate situation.

"Uh ah ah ah" the pure white girl shouted and charged, the silent but powerful swordsman chopped down with great force, facing the tacit attack of the two, Red Rider sneered, turned his body and jumped up, and used only a thin spear to completely defend both sides beautifully.

"Too tender!"

After blocking the attack, Achilles kicked almost at the same time. That kind of fighting style is indeed not based on etiquette like a knight, but a fighting technique that has been thoroughly honed on the battlefield.

Black Saber dodged swiftly, while Black Berserker was kicked in the abdomen and flew backwards involuntarily, falling into someone's soft embrace.

"Fuwu..." The android girl raised her head with a puzzled cry of pain. Because of the black robe, only a small part of her delicate face and the golden hair stubbornly sticking out from the hood could be seen.

"Are you okay?" Black Assassin helped Black Berserker up with concern and gently placed her on the open space beside him. "Such a battle is still too difficult for you. Let me take your place. Remember to protect yourself."

Feeling the pure concern in Black Assassin's words, Black Berserker stopped being restless and responded softly like a comforted little animal. After receiving the reply, Black Assassin, that is, Artoria, held the holy spear again and stood up.

"Then, I'll do it."

Said Dai Mao, rubbing his chest with some discomfort.

Although there was an extra layer of cushioning for some reason, he still felt a little chest tightness after being hit by Fran's head.

In another place, after Achilles kicked the Black Berserker away, he did not stop his actions, and then fought with Saber Siegfried.

After several rounds of quick fighting, facing the flaws revealed by the silver-haired swordsman, Achilles stabbed with his gun without hesitation, and the swordsman changed his sword holding posture at the moment of his attack, and smoothly and first launched a slash.

This is a trap-the battle-hardened Achilles knew this long ago, and there was only one reason why he rushed in without thinking.

"Ping!" This is the sound of the magic sword Balmonger slashing the red Rider's neck.

"Bang!" This is the sound of Achilles' short gun stabbing the black Saber's chest.

There is no doubt that these are not the sounds that can be made by the collision between flesh and blood and weapons. The two people who realized the abnormality retreated and looked at each other with vigilance.

Looking at the smooth pistol, Red Rider showed a ferocious smile:

"The blade can't penetrate. This hardness must be immortal or invincible-something like that, right?"

His next sentence made Siegfried change color slightly.

"Sure enough, you are the same as me."

You said the same?

Siegfried remained calm, but his heart was a little heavy.

His body was bathed in dragon blood, and attacks that did not exceed B level could not cause damage, but if Red Rider used a treasure, there was a possibility of breaking the defense.

But--

Siegfried raised the sword in his hand and recalled the feeling of the previous hit.

Red Rider, attacking this guy, it felt like there was no effect at all.

However, there is no such thing as a completely immortal body. Just like my weakness behind me, it is said that there are heroes who lose all their powers after their long hair is cut off. Legend has it that a giant dragon named Vritra has exchanged a contract with the God of War. Wood, stone, iron, dry and wet objects, weapons made of these cannot cause him any harm, and he cannot be attacked during the day or night.

As a result, the God of War defeated Vritra with a spike made of sea foam at dusk, which was neither day nor night.

I'm afraid that the Red Rider is of this type, with the characteristic that he cannot cause any harm unless certain conditions are met.

And Artoria on the side knows what kind of immortal body the hero whose real name is 'Achilles' has.

The level of the hero's immortal flower is the same as the 'Dragon Blood Armor', which is B level.

Achilles has the blessing of immortality given by his mother, the goddess Thetis, which can invalidate all attacks.

However, this effect will be canceled when facing people with 'divine' skills above a certain level.

Divinity... Thinking of this, Altria calmly took back the Red Rose Spear that Shuoyue gave her, replaced it with her own Noble Phantasm, and concealed her body with the Wind King Barrier.

[What are you doing, Saber! He is not injured at all! Noble Phantasm, use it quickly! ]

Although it was the Master's suggestion, he had to ignore it. Red Rider had not taken it seriously yet, and the mystery of his not being injured at all had not been solved yet.

Does he simply possess the same power as his own Noble Phantasm? Or is he even more powerful? In other words, what conditions must be met to hurt him?

If he reveals his Noble Phantasm here, it would be equivalent to revealing his true name, and the battles ahead would inevitably become disadvantageous. Even so, if he could kill Rider, he would have an overwhelming advantage... But what if he didn't die?

Needless to say, he would become a fool who used his Noble Phantasm but only exposed his true name. Even though "Black" Saber was willing to be called reckless, she was completely unwilling to be called a fool. Therefore, he could only ignore the Master's orders. I hope you understand, he thought. If it were normal, Saber would definitely use all her words to persuade him, but unfortunately she didn't have that kind of time now.

"...We are both helpless."

The Red Rider certainly didn't know Siegfried's psychological activities, he just smiled and said so, and Siegfried didn't intend to speak according to the agreement with the Master. Seeing that he didn't react, Achilles showed a little displeasure on his face.

"You cold, stinky fellow. Those who don't laugh on the battlefield will forget to laugh in paradise, right? This world is so gloomy that it's rotten and festering. So at least you should die happily, right? Don't you think so?"

No, I don't think so. Laughing on the battlefield can sometimes be an insult to the enemy. No, at least there is a danger of others thinking so.

Black Saber still didn't speak, but a sassy and noble female voice responded to Red Rider's provocation.

"As comrades, we acknowledge each other's strength and laugh together. That is the refreshing breeze blowing across the battlefield. Laughing in front of a corpse is just a simple mockery."

The air was flowing, and Achilles looked at the black Assassin. Although she had nothing in her hands, the warrior's intuition was constantly giving him warnings.

"You are——"

"You are just a nobody. Come on, fight me!"

Without the desire to chat, Artoria used the Wind King's barrier to quietly change her weapon back to the Holy Lance. While pushing the panel attributes to the peak, she charged towards Achilles.

With a bang, the sound of a bowstring being pulled came from the forest, and the arrow that flew faster before the sound hit Artoria's chest.

This was an attack from a long distance, and no magic was used. It was a pure physical energy attack - that is, the Archer!

The enemy grasped the time of the sneak attack very well, but under the explanation of Shuoyue, Artoria already knew that the Red Archer was ambushing behind.

"It's useless!"

The girl, no, the golden-haired Saint King's eyes were like lightning. At the critical moment, he thrust out the holy spear. The Wind King barrier covering the spear collided with the arrow with destructive power reaching A level. The blue wind swept the whole forest. When the storm dissipated, the black-robed Artoria had broken through the arrow's restraint and approached Achilles!

"Come on!" The great hero from Greece was fearless, laughed loudly, and thrust out the short spear without dodging.

The B+ and A-level muscles collided, the ground suddenly collapsed, and the dust was dispersed by the wind. Under the driving force of the 'Wind King Barrier', Artoria seemed to be better, the red dragon factor flowed, she shouted, and pushed Achilles hard, rushing towards the direction of the Red Archer - Atalanta!

Could it be that she wanted to gather the enemy Rider and Archer together? !

Siegfried saw through Artoria's fighting intention and drew his sword without hesitation to catch up. Frankenstein, who had just rested for a short time, was unwilling to fall behind. He stood up and wanted to rush to the next battlefield.

However, before that, a small flower appeared in front of her.

It was a pure white wild flower that could be seen everywhere on the roadside.

The person who handed it out was a handsome white-haired assassin wearing a black robe.

"I'll give you a small flower, Fran."

He looked at the android wearing a pure white wedding dress and said with a smile.

However, that smile was as cold as a greeting at the grave of the dead.

Artoria Pendragon (Lancer), personal profile 2

A Heroic Spirit with a 'different possibility' from the usual Artoria.

Although she has a human body, it is difficult to call her a human Heroic Spirit.

Due to the nature of the secret hidden in the Holy Lance, she has changed and metamorphosed into a god,

or even a being close to a goddess.