When night fell, Cú Chulainn went out to the battlefield first.
The main purpose is to fight while scouting.
『Haha, that Berserker guy is crazy. I didn't think he'd go to the front line alone. In that sense, I like him?』
It seemed like someone would let out a deep sigh at Cú Chulainn's telepathic voice, but Cú Chulainn seemed to act as if he didn't care.
I'm sure I warned him. It's funny… that he goes in first, asking to die.
It seems those from Ulster with the 'Lancer (probably)' title have a tendency to die if they don't push forward.
The current telepathy is through a talisman Tamamo provided, and the chance of being detected magically is close to zero.
From the start, Onmyoudou and magecraft systems are quite different, and while it's an Onmyoudou system specialized in curses, we utilized talismans to connect and send telepathic voices.
If Tamamo is the satellite (network), then the talismans act like cell phones.
There's the point that magical energy must be infused into the talisman just to talk, but since Tamamo can will the talisman to burn and discard it, it was also a situation where it didn't matter if the talisman was taken.
"So, can you tell what situation the Black and Red factions are in?"
『I don't know which is Red or Black, but anyway, if I say a nearly naked Berserker is heading towards the faction's location, will you know?』
"Spartacus…. That's the Red team."
『Oh? Right. Got it. For now, I'm tracking that Berserker guy and following…. I'll communicate later. If a disposable Noble Phantasm sniper like that Butler Archer shoots at me, I'll have a headache too.』
"Hmph, I don't think there's another like me. Maybe that golden bastard, but the rest mostly have only one Noble Phantasm. Don't worry."
『Alright.』
It seems the two have fought once before.
"Anyway, got it."
Currently, everyone is on standby, observing through Tamamo's mirror with the shared vision attached to Cú Chulainn.
"Mikon, I didn't expect Berserker to charge from the start. It feels like he's openly saying 'come catch me,' doesn't it?"
"That Berserker has nothing but charging from the beginning. It's like a runaway train…."
"In conclusion, it means he's a battle maniac."
"An existence whose movements are simple."
"A heroic spirit who loves being hit…. A heroic spirit who loves pain and returns that love. So his endurance was EX…."
"Chirp, he's a pervert~!"
Nod nod….
No one seems to deny it. Everyone showed agreement.
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Meanwhile, while chasing Berserker, Cú Chulainn ended up observing the situation.
"Can't you stop, Berserker!"
Hearing a girl's voice with his enhanced hearing, Cú Chulainn looked at the girl.
He could see a Servant in green clothes with beast-like eyes and animal ears and a tail.
'She seems to have tried to stop the Berserker guy. The enemy team…. This Holy Grail War is a mess, no matter what.'
"You are foolish! Why don't you understand to wait until the time is ripe!!"
From her perspective, it must be infuriating to be with a Berserker like that.
'That Archer has it tough too….'
"There is no word like wait for me!! Hahaha!"
That Berserker was a Berserker with whom communication itself was impossible.
Each Berserker has their own concept of Madness Enhancement…. It's hard to define, but that Berserker had a very strong feeling of nothing but 'forward'.
"A berserker in the end. Communication is impossible…."
As Archer sighed and muttered to herself, a man appeared from behind and his voice was heard.
"Well, that's likely. There's a reason it's the Berserker class."
『Achilles!!!!!!!!!』
『Hey hey! Calm down! From a communication standpoint, you're a nuisance…』
At the sudden telepathic voice, Archer and Rider shouted.
"Who is it!"
"That voice earlier, could it be…. Sis, you chase Berserker for now, I'll handle that guy."
"Hmm…, got it."
Cú Chulainn let out a deep sigh and strengthened his body with Reinforcement.
'Haa. Nothing goes right. But is it fortunate I can fight 1vs1?'
"Who are you?"
"Cú Chulainn. What's your name?"
He already knew from the telepathy, but he smiled and said.
"Class Rider, Achilles. That aside…, the Child of Light of Ireland…, but before that, that voice was clearly…. Hector and that woman, wasn't it? Did they join this Great War?"
"Hmm…, first, if it's the guy called 'old man' and the woman who shouted 'Achilles!!!!', then yes."
Achilles's expression was one of having stepped in something.
"What an unpleasant combination…."
And then Cú Chulainn pointed his red spear at Achilles and said.
"Well, the purpose this time was reconnaissance, but since I'm caught, I'll fight you like this."
"Oho? In that sense, you seem better than Hector?"
"Well, if you're comparing based on past circumstances, I'd like you to stop?"
"Sorry, I have a lot of resentment from those times."
"Is that so?"
They pointed their spears at each other, preparing to fight, and could smile at each other, seemingly enjoying it.
That's right, the two were warriors to the bone, heroes who loved to fight.
"If the divinity of the Child of Light can wound and kill me! Then our fight is fate!! O, gods of Olympus, grant glory and honor to this fight!"
"Ah…, next, Hector and Penthesilea will obsessively target you."
Then, Achilles closed his mouth and began to sweat coldly.
"Gods of Olympus…. Why do you give me such trials…."
It's said Cú Chulainn felt slightly pleased at Achilles's frustrated appearance.
"I don't know why, but it's fun?"
It's said Cú Chulainn had become somewhat corrupted as a heroic spirit.
Afterwards, the two spears clashed, and the battle began.
Strength and agility were superior for Achilles, but the lacking parts could be compensated for with runes, allowing him to match Achilles.
"Hahaha! Our specs are similar again!"
"Except for endurance, they'd be similar, right? Anyway, even if I reinforce with runes as support, it's neck and neck…. This is amazing?"
"Did you think Olympus was an easy place!"
"No, well, I respect you for that!"
As the red spear grazed Achilles's cheek. Conversely, Achilles's spear grazed his shoulder, causing him to bleed a little.
"Haha! To think we can kill each other, how wonderful! I thought no one could wound me, but I can enjoy this Holy Grail War quite a bit!"
"Can you enjoy it against Hector and Penthesilea too?"
Then, Achilles's expression changed and he said.
"Hey, stop that…. Somehow my blood was boiling, and now it's like cold water was poured…."
"Ah, sorry. I got amused for some reason."
"What a nasty personality."
"No, your expression suddenly changed, so I couldn't help but be amused, right?"
"……. Anyway, don't mention those two and let's fight again."
"Right…."
And so, sparks flew between the red spear and the spear that killed heroes.
Their spears grazed each other, drawing blood.
"That aside, let me ask one last thing. Are you a Servant?"
Achilles asked Cú Chulainn with a meaningful expression, and Cú Chulainn sighed and said.
"An incarnated Servant."
And as he aimed his spear, a red energy emanated from it.
"I'll take that heart! 『Gáe Bolg: Barbed Spear that Pierces with Death』"
"You think I'll just take that spear! 『Diatrekhōn Astēr Lonkhē: Spear-tip of the Star that Traverses the Heavens』"
And before the red spear could approach, one spear was stuck in the ground, suddenly changing into an arena as a Reality Marble unfolded.
"Haa?"
"Now Noble Phantasms are unusable. That means the Noble Phantasm aiming for the heart can't be used either."
"You mean we fight purely on skill?"
"Right, if you're a hero who just gets stabbed in the heart so easily, you wouldn't even be a hero?"
"Haa, well, does it matter? I was thinking of finishing quickly and going back. This is going to take a while."
"You said it. You said you could wound me, but who would have thought… you'd use your Noble Phantasm right away."
"Ha! A Noble Phantasm isn't just for decoration! Kid."
"Ha, who's the kid will be decided by the outcome, right?"
They provoked each other with low-level taunts, getting heated up.
And the red spear and the spear that kills heroes faced each other, then clashed, the sounds of metal ringing out.
Cú Chulainn attacked by spinning his spear, and Achilles swung his spear in a form that stabbed and slashed.
With each clash, small wounds appeared one by one, and in the process, no warrior complained of pain.
They were simply enjoying themselves as their boiling blood made their warrior hearts beat loudly.
"“Haat!”"
The arena, which was nothing but a battle of specs and skill, was literally sprinkling blood on the ground, ending with either one of them dying. Or both dying, or one of them.
And so, as the arena was completed with puddles of blood on the ground, the conclusion began.
Cú Chulainn, with several ribs broken, his intestines about to spill out, and his left arm cut off.
Conversely, Achilles's right shoulder was completely shattered, his left arm was seriously wounded, and his left thigh had a hole pierced through it.
"Hah… Hah…. Even though my guts are about to spill out, you're amazing?"
"Haa… Haa, you must have trouble using both hands. You're still holding your weapon."
Both were on the verge of becoming corpses, but they were still smiling.
"Shall we start wrapping it up now?"
"Right, once you've enjoyed it to the fullest, you need an ending."
And so, the two began their final battle, and the fight's conclusion was decided.
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