Crossover Anime: I Became Invincible Starting as an Ajin

Chapter 78 Saber and Lancer Exit (6k)

Artoria and Diarmuid are two top-tier Servants.

In this moment, they all unanimously revealed the true names of their Noble Phantasms!

A dazzling golden torrent surged forth from the holy sword, as if gathering the brilliance of all the stars in the world.

Carrying the essence of everything and the absolute power of victory in October, they roared into the overwhelming magical storm.

Diarmuid's magic spear also formed an extremely condensed crimson meteor.

Under the power of breaking the magic, the magic was disintegrated and collapsed like glass!

The Red Rose of Exorcism precisely eliminates all magic in its path.

Rumble—!!!

The power of the Noble Phantasm clashed violently with the rune magic frenzy unleashed by dozens of black phantoms!

The deafening explosion instantly swallowed up all other sounds, and the terrifying energy shockwave spread wildly in all directions in a ring-shaped pattern!

The mountains surrounding the Matou family's residence have now been transformed into valleys.

The soil churned up, the trees were charred, and even the newly installed glass in the distance shattered into pieces again.

Their performance after unleashing their Noble Phantasms lived up to their reputations.

The magic was completely nullified, and the black phantom, caught in the torrent of magic released by the Noble Phantasm, also died.

However, the continuous high-intensity battles and the release of their Noble Phantasms have pushed both Heroic Spirits to their limits.

As two players attempting to break through at a single point, they faced this saturation-style, overwhelming attack.

In order to cover for Kenneth and Einstein, they had no choice but to endure the attack. Otherwise, with their abilities, they could have easily escaped the range of the attack by resisting the magic, thus avoiding most of the damage.

To everyone's despair, there were still about a dozen black ghosts left, even after their numbers had been greatly reduced by the elimination of others.

Even though they don't have eyes, everyone can feel the gaze emanating from them.

It's like watching prey struggle for its last breath, then lying helplessly on the ground, panting.

Black Ghost did not give the two any more time to reply.

He conjured magic in his hand once more and launched it towards them.

Kenneth's face turned ashen; he knew better than anyone the power of this magic.

"How is this possible? What kind of monsters are these?"

"What kind of familiars could possess such magical power and in such numbers?"

Red Hare watched with bated breath, and was also shocked by the power that Mr. Wang Bai possessed at that moment.

He personally witnessed these avatars appearing from Wang Bai's body as if they were free, without any side effects whatsoever.

With such a powerful avatar and cheap production methods, anyone who tries to fight a protracted war with Wang Bai is destined to be the loser.

Just as Artoria and Diarmuid were struggling to cope.

The Masters behind both of them made up their minds at the same time.

"In the name of the Command Spell, Saber"

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"In the name of the Command Spell, Lancer"

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Two different voices came from different directions.

At this critical moment of life and death, Kiritsugu Emiya and Kenneth made the same decision.

The two said in unison.

"Come back to me right now!"

"Take me back to the hotel immediately!"

The two Command Seals then disappeared, and a large amount of magical energy, following the Master's command, shook the space around Artoria and Diarmuid.

The situation appears to have changed.

However, just as they were about to leave...

The soil on the ground transformed into yellowish-brown chains that covered both of their bodies.

Each chain was covered with the magical glow of shimmering runes.

A powerful binding force descended instantly!

It is not a physical confinement, but a confinement that affects the entire space.

They could feel the magic power from the Command Seals on their bodies being gradually suppressed, and this magic power was being rapidly consumed.

Once all this magic is used up, they will lose their chance to leave.

"This is----!"

Kenneth immediately recognized the runes on the chains.

"A large-scale imprisonment rune, but how could a spell of this scale be completed in an instant!?"

This was completely beyond his understanding of magic.

Could this be magic from the Age of Gods?

"My lord!"

Diarmuid noticed Kenneth's lapse in composure and immediately called out to him.

Kenneth suddenly realized that now was not the time to study magic; the key was to extricate himself from the current situation.

"Retreat immediately. These runes only affect space and won't significantly impact your operations."

Kenneth felt a pang of regret; if he had simply teleported the Heroic Spirits instead of filling them with magic power from the start, things would have been much better than they are now.

The vast amount of magic power generated by the Command Seal was completely wasted in the fight against rune magic, without exerting any effect whatsoever.

However, wars cannot be started or ended at will.

At some point, the number of black ghosts increased again, and a large number of black ghosts formed a circle.

These people are at the center of these circles.

A sense of despair and a chilling atmosphere enveloped everyone's hearts.

They were like insects caught in a spider web; the more they struggled, the tighter they found themselves entangled.

"It's too late!"

Diarmuid let out a low growl.

His handsome face appeared pale and weak due to the intense depletion of his magic power and his anxiety.

The scarlet spear and the yellow pistol swung around with increasing weight.

The same was true for Artoria; her holy sword no longer shone, and the speed at which she wielded the blade was no longer as smooth and flawless as it had been at the beginning.

The charred marks on her silver armor were evidence of the dissipation of magic.

Emerald's pupils swept over the approaching black phantoms around her, then quickly glanced back.

Irisviel tried to remain calm, but her pale face proved that her magic was already running low.

When she returned to the Far East base, an examination revealed that the Lesser Grail's properties were no longer present in his body.

The powerful magic that originally existed within his body due to the Lesser Grail also disappeared.

But this is good news for Einstein himself.

In the original Holy Grail War, her personality would fade due to the presence of the Heroic Spirit within her, thus turning her into a tool to be used.

However, now, due to the lack of magic, they are also unable to provide energy to the heroic spirits.

A resolute determination arose in the hearts of the two battle-hardened heroes in an instant.

"The chief of the Fiona Knights!"

Artoria shouted, her voice filled with determination and clarity.

"O King of Britain!"

Diarmuid responded immediately; he understood what she meant.

That was the unspoken understanding between soldiers.

"Clear the way and escort Master away!"

Artoria's words were not to be questioned.

"Just what I wanted!" Diarmuid's lips curled into a wild, heroic smile.

"It is the greatest honor of my life to fight against the King of Britain!"

The next moment, the already dim aura of the two heroic spirits suddenly erupted again!

That was a final burst of energy produced by forcibly squeezing out the last bit of magic!

"Wind King Barrier!"

The final burst of magic unleashed a visible blast of wind pressure.

The immense wind pressure swept all the black phantoms along the way into the sky.

Without hesitation, Diarmuid hoisted Einsfiel onto his back, his other arm encircling his Master: "Break through! Destroyed Yellow Rose!"

The yellow roses shone with a completely different brilliance; their cursed, dark yellow color, like a destructive meteor, streaked across the empty road.

Behind her, Artoria knelt with her sword, and countless runes were concentrated on her.

When the magic dissipated, only a few golden spiritual particles remained where Artoria had been standing, which then vanished with the wind.

"Faster, faster, faster!"

Diarmuid charged forward relentlessly, fueled by the power of his Unleashed Noble Phantasm.

*Pfft—*

During his charge, Diarmuid suddenly bumped into a human-shaped figure in the chest.

The jet-black claws pierced Diarmuid's abdomen.

The wound transformed into faint golden spiritual particles that dissipated into the air.

Diarmuid suddenly swung his spear and killed the black phantom in front of him.

Then he put Einstein and Kenneth down behind him.

"I'm sorry, my lord."

Diarmuid said apologetically, "It seems this is all I can do for you."

Kenneth pursed his lips.

Even though it had only been two days, Kenneth still developed a good impression of the obedient knight in front of him.

Seeing the other person die trying to save him, he felt somewhat guilty.

However, it is now clear that this Holy Grail War has been declared a failure.

Einstein forced himself to remain calm, looked at the black phantom gradually disappearing into the distance, and reminded them, "Don't let their sacrifice be in vain, we should go!"

They have no idea how many hidden black ghosts are lurking nearby, and if they are even a step too slow and get caught, death will be their only fate.

In Einstein's heart, the Holy Grail was no longer important at this moment.

As an android, the impulse in his blood to follow the Third Law seemed to have been completely erased by Caster's object that time.

Now, Einstein only wants to return to his original family and live a normal life.

Emiya Kiritsugu and the others, along with Kenneth, left the area in a sorry state. Red Hare stood still, watching the departing invaders.

From the message Wang Bai relayed back, he understood that these two Masters had been eliminated from the Holy Grail War.

In just two days, Mr. Wang Bai had already killed three heroic spirits.

If we include himself, then there are four Heroic Spirits.

Judging solely from the current results...

Mr. Wang Bai is more than qualified to be the final victor in the Holy Grail War.

In fact, Wang Bai himself was also very surprised.

In the original work, both of these Servants can be considered top-tier Servants of considerable quality.

But upon closer examination, Wang Bai's own abilities are far too effective at restraining these two individuals.

Or rather, as long as his physical body isn't controlled by someone, he can almost grind down any Heroic Spirit to death with a continuous stream of black phantoms.

Aside from our own Servants, Assassin, Lancer, and Saber have already been killed. The only remaining Servants are Gilgamesh from Tokiomi Tohsaka's side and the unknown Servants from Chaldea.

He let the other party get away before, but this time he won't let them off so easily.

High in the sky, Gilgamesh rode the Vimana, looking down from above as if watching a play.

Indeed, in Gilgamesh's eyes, the sacrifice of these two heroic spirits for their lord was a fitting tragedy.

The entire battle involving the Matou family came into his view.

The strength that Wang Bai displayed completely exceeded his knowledge.

"What exactly is that dark, humanoid thing?"

"Why have I never seen it before?"

"It's not a Noble Phantasm, nor a mere familiar—nor a weapon created by the gods." He muttered to himself, a glint of inquiry flashing in his crimson eyes for the first time. "That form, that way of expending magical power as naturally as breathing..."

Even the way they mass-produce "themselves"—Hybrid, what exactly are you?

A very faint but real sense of unease began to grow in his heart.

It wasn't because of Saber and Lancer's deaths, but because of the emergence of the "unknown".

As the oldest king and the holder of all the treasures in the world, he should know everything.

And now, he is completely unaware of a bastard who has offended him.

He even had an absurd thought: if he were a Caster at this moment, he might be able to use his "clairvoyance" to see through the past and peek into the origins and background of this "Wang Bai".

"Hmph." He immediately found his own thoughts laughable. Why should a great hero-king rely on the abilities of a specific class? If you want to know, there are other ways.

His gaze sharpened, like a hawk locking onto its prey, fixed firmly on Wang Bai, who stood motionless below, surrounded by numerous black phantoms.

A golden aura began to ripple slightly around Vimana, a sign that the Gate of Babylon was about to open. He didn't intend to act immediately, but the thought of collecting a "sample" or conducting a "test" had already arisen in his mind.

Previously, I seemed to have seen a Heroic Spirit whose Spirit Origin had a problem and a Heroic Spirit who seemed to be possessing the Master. Perhaps we can use them to weaken the other party's strength.

Weber stayed at the home of an elderly couple, while Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu, who lived on a nearby street, hurriedly returned from outside.

Iskandar's spirit origin showed unstable fluctuations again during the reconnaissance just now.

Since his last battle with Diarmuid's Heroic Spirit, Iskandar's injuries have been unable to heal no matter what.

After analysis at Chaldea, it was discovered that the wounds inflicted by Diarmuid appeared to be entangled in a curse.

These curses prevented the wounds from healing.

Originally, a wound of this size would only cause the Heroic Spirit's magical power to leak and might limit the effectiveness of certain Noble Phantasms.

However, Iskandar's spirit origin was already problematic, making this injury seem much more serious.

During the operation, there were occasional fluctuations in the spiritual foundation, which were developing in the direction of collapse.

When everyone returned to the hut, they were greeted by Iskandar, who was indeed in high spirits.

He laughed heartily, "Hahaha, as expected, nothing can defeat this Great Emperor! The injuries that troubled us before have completely disappeared!"

"Have the injuries disappeared?"

How could an injury that had caused so many problems and caused so much trouble just disappear so easily?

The Conqueror King was an optimist, and perhaps he used some means to conceal himself so as not to worry them.

Weber and Fujimaru Ritsuka quickly went forward to check.

As it turned out, the wound seemed to have really disappeared.

Was what the Conqueror King said actually true?

Just as everyone was in astonishment, a heavy, suffocating magical pressure descended from the sky.

The golden light dispelled the darkness and illuminated the streets as if it were daytime.

Vimana hovered silently above their heads, and a figure sat in the center of Vimana.

Weber glanced at the massive spaceship and blurted out instinctively, "Isn't the Holy Grail War always conducted in secret?"

Upon hearing Weber's words, the shock that everyone felt towards Vimana was somewhat diminished.

Looking at Gilgamesh's figure, his expression became a little strange.

It was obvious that the other party was a Heroic Spirit, and he made no attempt to conceal himself, brazenly appearing before them.

Everyone was a little nervous. Mash and Iskandar immediately switched to their battle forms, revealing their armor.

Mashu held her shield behind Fujimaru Ritsuka, looking warily at the sky.

Iskandar also shielded the stunned Webber to the side, standing in front of him, and stared intently at the magnificent and dazzling spaceship in the sky.

"Hmph, such a pathetic state has greatly diminished my expectations of you. I am Gilgamesh, the most ancient king. May I ask your names?"

Gilgamesh appeared at the bow of the ship, his crimson eyes sweeping over the crowd on the ground.

"Heroic Spirit—Gilgamesh???"

Mashu's voice was tense.

"I am in a good mood today and would not mind having a brief conversation with you."

Gilgamesh, unusually, didn't care about Mash's offensive remarks, and instead reprimanded Waver.

"Especially you, you stole your sect's sacred artifacts, yet you couldn't even bring your Servant to life in its complete form, turning the mighty King of Conquerors into this broken state."

Weber was scolded until his face turned red, and Iskandar frowned slightly: "I never expected that the mighty Gilgamesh would be so short-sighted, failing to recognize that this is a rare genius!"

"It seems that even the King of Heroes is not as good at recognizing talent as I, the King of Conquerors!"

Miraculously, such a provocative statement did not provoke the King of Heroes to show any rage. As a fellow king, he naturally understood the meaning behind Iskandar's words.

"Hmph, so doting on their subordinates?"

The King of Heroes could tell that Iskandar was clearly treating his Master as a subject and trying to provoke him: "No matter what you say, it's useless. The attitude you're displaying right now already reflects the level of your Master."

Iskandar's eyes flashed, as if he had found a loophole in Gilgamesh's statement: "What if I said that the entire Holy Grail War ritual was completed, and that these two forcibly and illegally summoned me from the Holy Grail?"

After saying that, Gilgamesh finally looked directly at where Waver was.

"In that case, it's not so bad after all."

Webber was immediately excited. To be noticed by someone of the level of a Hero King was a very high compliment.

He also looked at Iskandar with gratitude, for no one had ever affirmed him so much before.

In this Holy Grail War, he is determined to help Iskandar fulfill his own wish.

Seeing that the atmosphere had eased somewhat, Fujimaru Ritsuka quickly seized the opportunity.

Stepping forward from behind Mash, he bowed respectfully and inquired, "May I ask what brings the Hero King Gilgamesh here?"

"Do you intend to directly confront our group of Masters and Servants?"

"Or do you just want to have a chat?"

"Of course not."

The Vimana beneath Gilgamesh's feet dissipated, fell from the sky, and landed on a nearby street lamp.

"I have come here to tell you that I have discovered a very interesting toy, a mouse that hides its head and tail, yet easily tries to manipulate the rules—to be honest, even I am puzzled by it—a Heroic Spirit—or perhaps it is more accurate to call it a Caster?"

"You mean—the Heroic Spirits that appeared near the Matou family's residence?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka pressed for an answer.

"Oh? I didn't expect you to be so well-informed. You found out about these things in less than half a day."

Gilgamesh said in surprise.

Fujimaru Ritsuka scratched her head, feeling a little embarrassed by the sudden praise.

But in reality, it's all from the news we see on TV. If there are several gas leaks in the same place in a row, ordinary people would be able to sense the problem.

Couldn't the Magic Association have been a little cleaner? At least come up with a different excuse.

Is it reasonable for a place with a vegetation coverage rate of 50% to 60% to experience multiple gas leaks?

As a member of the magic world, and knowing that the Holy Grail War was currently underway, it was natural for him to understand that the gas leaks were caused by the battle between Heroic Spirits.

Fujimaru Ritsuka said thoughtfully, "King of Heroes, do you want to cooperate with us to fight against that unknown Caster?"

"Since you hate the other person so much, you would have eliminated them right before your eyes, given your personality. But the fact that Caster is still alive proves that—"

Before Fujimaru Ritsuka could finish speaking, Mashu rushed over and covered Fujimaru Ritsuka's mouth.

He whispered a reminder: "Stop talking, stop talking—"

Gilgamesh saw that Fujimaru Ritsuka had finally stopped talking, and forcibly suppressed his emotions.

The guy in front of me is just as annoying as that Caster.

But Gilgamesh could sense that Fujimaru Ritsuka had no ill intentions and was simply analyzing the situation.

After suppressing his emotions, Gilgamesh explained, "If it weren't for my treacherous minister, I would have survived while he died. But just as I was fighting, my traitorous minister used a Command Spell to take me away from the battlefield."

Instead of fulfilling his duty to assist the king, he interfered with the king's actions, bringing shame upon the king.

If it weren't for the fact that the other party had a young daughter and that it was his first offense, Tokiomi Tohsaka would be dead by now.

"A subject?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka subconsciously thought that someone had actually lived for thousands of years, only to realize a second later that Gilgamesh was referring to his own Master.

"These reasons aren't enough!"

Iskandar suddenly interrupted at this moment.

"With just these skills, we can't possibly help you fight against that Caster. We ourselves are in it for the Holy Grail, and in that Caster's eyes, you're probably a greater threat than we are!"

"Why should we stand before you, instead of you standing before us facing Caster?"