I, the Masked Swordsman, started my journey through a Lostbelt.

Atalanta pulled the bowstring with all her might.

In fact, what she said made Jeanne d'Arc suspicious, as if it had invisibly shrouded this Master from the Lostbelt in a veil of mystery.

Why did Atalanta trust Duvi so much?

What exactly did he show Atalanta?

The answer cannot be obtained from Atalanta.

Now, all we can do is fight them on this battlefield.

"Die, you hypocritical saintess! Die, you Chaldea who stand in my way! I won't let you escape... Noble Phantasm Unleashed!"

Atalanta's beastly eyes narrowed slightly.

As if transformed into a demon, flames ignited once more, and all the magic power surged into the Sky Bow in his hand.

"【Tauropolos】--!!"

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Dark arrows pierced through the clouds and struck the sky.

This arrow seemed to reflect the grief and anger in the heart of a wild beast, its crimson light gradually swallowing up the darkness of the night sky.

Tens of thousands of dark teardrop stars fell from the blood-red sky.

Each shot could melt steel into molten iron in an instant, and visual pressure pressed down on Chaldea.

Atalanta was like someone venting their inner grief and anger.

This Noble Phantasm was unleashed upon the people of Chaldea and even the world.

"Oh no! I'm in charge here!"

Joan of Arc realized that she could not avoid it.

Atalanta's Noble Phantasm covered such a wide area that it was impossible to escape on foot alone.

"Ritsuka! Mash! Mr. Astolfo! The three of you quickly hide behind me! I'll use my Noble Phantasm to hold them off here!"

Joan of Arc raised the banner, radiating holy brilliance.

Without saying a word, the three of them moved closer to her, and the flag that had been wrapped up was lifted up by the strong wind.

She closed her eyes with a devout expression.

The magic power within his body circulated at high speed, activating his Noble Phantasm.

"My banner, protect my people! [My Lord is here (Luminosite.Eternelle)] --!!

Joan of Arc held the banner high, using its light to shield herself from the rain of arrows.

The black flame arrows rained down, striking and scorching the flag defenses, the sound of bombardment echoing in their ears.

Ripples spread across the defensive barrier.

The Chaldeans, who were being protected behind her, looked at her back, as if they had once again awakened Orna's memories.

The overwhelming bombing gradually subsided.

The surrounding area was full of craters left by bombing and scorching fires that were gnawing at the earth.

Thick smoke and dust slowly drifted and swirled before my eyes.

"Tch, still alive?!"

Atalanta clicked her tongue unhappily.

A gentle breeze blew away the smoke and dust, but the holy radiance remained on the battlefield.

"Phew... they actually went this far..."

Joan of Arc exhaled a breath of stale air.

She could feel the obvious wear and tear on the holy banner after enduring the continuous bombardment of arrows.

Each time its Noble Phantasm is unleashed, it accumulates damage.

Atalanta's "Dark Sky Bow" has suffered considerable wear and tear.

If this happens a few more times, Joan of Arc's holy banner will probably be destroyed in no time.

"Let's see how long we can keep resisting!"

Atalanta had a few more arrows in her hand.

Before the Chaldea side could even react to the aftershocks of the Noble Phantasm, the arrows had already crossed the battlefield and reached the center.

Mash intended to block these arrows herself.

Suddenly, a crimson thunderclap exploded.

She rushed in front of Mash and swung her demonic sword, shattering and cleaving the arrow in two.

"Wow—that's really powerful! It seems you're in quite a bit of trouble! Do you need my help?"

"Mordred!!"

Ritsuka looked at the Servant in front of her with great surprise.

Mordred had just arrived at Ritsuka's side when she saw the sky turn blood red, and she knew immediately that something bad was about to happen.

Fortunately, she arrived in time.

His gaze shifted to Atalanta, who emanated a foul aura in the air, and a sense of disgust arose in his heart.

This is very similar to the boar that the Knights of the Round Table once fought.

"Is that guy the enemy? He gives off a really unpleasant vibe. I'll keep him company."

Mordred made a clicking sound as he clenched his fist.

Atalanta noticed Mordred's hostile gaze and drew another arrow.

Even the four riders were not intimidated.

"Unleash the magic! Charge!"

Mordred gripped the hilt of his sword in reverse and leaped into the air.

Mordred, propelled into the air by the electric current, swung her sword, clashing head-on with Atalanta's sword and bow.

The latter was propelled back towards the ground by the magic and fell.

When Atalanta collided with the ground, the Sky Bow slipped from her grasp and fell about seven or eight meters away.

"Ha, you can't even hold a weapon steady?!"

"You damned bastards! I can tear you to shreds even without my bow!!"

Atalanta did not pick up the fallen bow.

Instead, it leaped toward Mordred like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, its claws gleaming with a dark light.

It sparked a connection with the Demon Sword.

Atalanta's innate ability to self-evolve and modify her body is transforming her into a form adapted for combat.

"I'm going to kill them all! Everything, die! Ahhh, ahh ...

A wild roar came from its mouth.

Atalanta launched a surprise attack on Mordred from behind, tearing at the enemy's back with astonishing speed.

She was tearing at him like a ferocious beast.

"This madman!!"

Mordred was bitten directly in the neck, and blood imbued with rich magic splattered into the air.

She grabbed the other person's hair and yanked it hard.

I can't stand these berserkers who are so crazy; it seems like they don't even care about their own lives.

There's no logic to it when a fight breaks out.

Atalanta, who had been thrown off balance, regained her balance with a backflip and slowly moved with her hands and feet on the ground.

She retrieved the Heavenly Bow from her hand.

"Ugh, this is so annoying! I'll just use my Noble Phantasm right here and finish this guy off! I'll blast his Spirit Origin to smithereens in one shot!"

Mordred's sword was once again enveloped in lightning.

Atalanta, now in a berserk state, still retains some rationality, but her fighting style is more brutal and savage than ever before.

It's still achievable with normal thinking.

She could sense the sense of crisis emanating from Mordred.

"Atalanta, she used that second Noble Phantasm."