FATE: Target of Grand Master

Beowulf and Martha, who had been thawed by the Rune Flame, rushed forward again. This time, even though Anastasia used Vi to blow out a cold blizzard, Martha was able to use her magic resistance to get close to the princess.

"This is a return gift for what you just said."

Boom!

Anastasia thought she was going to get beaten up, but instead a row of black guns blocked her way; clearly, it was Morgan's doing.

Although they were just replicas, the fact that Martha's fist had left a fist mark on the row of black guns was enough to demonstrate how powerful Martha's punch had been.

Martha, who was blocked, did not stop. She leaped over the black spear and prepared to attack Anastasia again.

Don't underestimate me!

A strange elf, entirely black except for its eyes, suddenly appeared behind Anastasia.

As soon as the elf appeared, it shot a white laser at Martha in mid-air.

Martha immediately summoned her staff and held it in front of her, but it was still pushed back by the laser.

"Holy Maiden, I'm here to help you."

Beowulf, who was running nearby, raised his magic sword and let Martha, who had been pushed back, step on it before forcefully pushing her back out.

Martha flew towards Anastasia once again like a cannonball.

The princess immediately summoned a tornado to block Martha's flight path, but she clearly underestimated the strength of the saint's spirit origin.

Martha bravely braved the wind, snow, and frost, which left countless wounds on her body, and appeared before Anastasia.

This scene truly shocked Her Highness the Princess.

At first glance, the tornado seemed unremarkable, but it actually contained countless ice shards. With the tornado's amplification, these ice shards were like a meat grinder with serrated teeth. Ordinary Servants would not even be able to pass through the tornado; they would simply be crushed into pieces.

"Haa!"

Martha, seething with anger, raised her staff and swung it at Anastasia, sending her flying and crashing into a house.

This scene terrified the villagers, Yaga, who were watching from their windows.

"That old human was terrifying; he actually dared to knock Her Majesty the Empress away."

"Is Her Majesty the Empress dead? His Majesty the Thunder Emperor will surely be furious."

"Have these rebels already reached this level of strength? Aren't we going to get killed by them?"

Immediately, the Yaga people in the village had all sorts of ideas.

Marda, who had knocked Anastasia away, and Beowulf, who arrived shortly after, immediately turned their attacks on Xia Yan without any delay.

However, just as they were about to close the distance to within each other's attack range, both of their knees suddenly sank. An incredibly heavy force forced them both to kneel down. If it weren't for their exceptionally strong physiques, which allowed them to barely maintain a kneeling position with the help of their weapons, they would probably have already knelt on both knees, pressed against the ice and snow on the ground.

Morgan glanced in the direction Anastasia had been sent flying and said sullenly, "You think you can challenge me with your meager skills?"

boom!

Anastasia immediately rushed out of the house.

"I was just careless and didn't dodge."

Seeing that Anastasia wasn't seriously injured, Xia Yan turned his attention to the other side.

Samson and Musashi's battle has been going on for some time. One side is a power-based fighter who uses brute force to defeat the enemy, while the other side is a skill-based fighter who uses technique to defeat the enemy. Although they are both Berserkers, their fighting styles are completely different.

"roar--!"

Samson threw several punches in succession, each punch accompanied by a terrifying whooshing sound. Although Musashi dodged most of Samson's punches, the aftershocks of the punches still grazed Musashi's cheek.

Wiping away the bloodstains from his face, Musashi revealed an excited expression.

"Yes, yes. That's how it should be done."

Musashi's figure vanished instantly, and then eight slash marks appeared on Samson's body, without the giant even making a reaction.

"roar--!"

Samson roared, and his wounds began to heal rapidly.

"As expected, this level of damage isn't very effective. Let's try this move then!"

Musashi dodged a large chunk of frozen mud thrown by Samson, and five orbs of light of different colors appeared in front of him.

"The Five Wisdoms Illuminate Each Other!"

A beam of multicolored light shot out and struck Samson's body.

"roar--!"

"Haaah—!"

Musashi continued to unleash his magic, finally breaking through the giant's defenses and knocking him to the ground.

Just as Musashi was about to unleash her full power on Samson, who had made a mistake, Nero's flying figure swept past her.

Musashi turned his head and saw Sigurd standing not far away, holding the magic sword Gram.

The battle between the four Servants on the side kept changing. Sometimes it was sword against sword, spear against spear, sometimes sword against spear, spear against sword. The Norse couple would even use some well-coordinated combined attacks from time to time, which made it difficult for Nero and Ereshkigal, who didn't have much coordination.

Ereshkigal could avoid too much of a loss thanks to her god-level spirit origin, but Nero couldn't.

Without Draco's Spirit Origin, relying solely on her original Saber-class Spirit Origin, Sigurd was constantly on the defensive during the battle. Furthermore, her fire abilities were weakened by the opponent's rune magic, allowing Sigurd to gradually accumulate an advantage and finally find an opportunity to knock Nero away.

"Xia Yan, I'm preparing my treasure."

Seeing this, Musashi prepared to strike first, but this time Xia Yan refused her.

"Musashi, don't rush. The enemy's Yaga troops haven't moved yet. I have a feeling they have a backup plan. I'll have Morgan give you some enhancements and observe them a bit more."

"it is good."

Musashi did not insist and continued fighting according to Xia Yan's orders.

After the three Servants received Morgan's enhancement, the battle turned around. Nero and Ereshkigal were gradually able to withstand the attacks of Sigurd and Brunhilde, while Musashi further suppressed Samson.

"Craig, the situation isn't looking good."

Neither Craig's nor Cecilia's Servants gained any advantage in the battle against Xia Yan's Servants; on the contrary, they were both at a disadvantage, which made Cecilia somewhat anxious.

"Isn't this what we expected before we set off? Since that young man named Xia Yan can be listed on the world channel, he naturally has a Servant lineup that would make others envious and jealous. But war is not just about the strength of generals, but also about the strength of soldiers. In this respect, our advantage is undeniable. What's more..."

Craig glanced at the watch on his wrist and gave a confident smile.

"Time is almost up. Soon, Xia Yan will realize that even though his Servant lineup is excellent, the disadvantage in quantity is difficult to make up for with quality. Especially with Servants, the stronger the Servant, the higher the mana consumption. How can his mana alone support a battle surrounded by enemies?"