Chapter 75

["Healing magic? I am somewhat proficient in that regard."]

The noble youth in white walked over with a smile, a glowing green light blooming from his fair hands.

With a look of surprise and a hint of delight in the eyes of the King of Knights, he gently placed his hand on the wound on her shoulder, slowly infusing it with vibrant, life-giving energy.

Soon, the blood stopped flowing, and the ghastly wound healed rapidly.

It was estimated that it wouldn't be long before Artoria could return to the battlefield, completely unscathed.

Although she lacked the inherent skill to regroup, the heart of the Red Dragon granted the King of Knights a powerful constitution; not only was her strength peerless, but her recovery speed for both stamina and injuries was also at a monstrous level.

["Luo Jun, you truly are an excellent mage~."]

The King of Knights praised him, feeling happy to have such a capable ally.

With this, her long-cherished wish to lift the Holy Grail was very likely to be fulfilled.

The noble youth in white shook his head with a faint smile.

["I just happen to know this particular spell."]

"My King is so fond of pushing herself."

Someone sighed with melancholy; many people had fallen in love with the King of Knights precisely because of this trait.

On a higher street, the King of Purge was also coldly observing the battle.

Although the Lancer had arrived unexpectedly, he felt not a shred of fear; the Berserker was the strongest, and that was an absolute certainty.

Even if the top three classes joined forces, the Berserker would not lose!

Watching the blue-clad Lancer's incredibly skillful spear techniques, the King of Purge narrowed his eyes.

Looking across the entire pan-human history, there were no more than five Lancers with such prowess, and his attire had a hint of the Celtic region about it.

This guy's identity was easy to guess...

["Child of Light, Cú Chulainn, is it?"]

He raised an eyebrow, his dark circles filled with a deep sense of weariness, and muttered to himself.

This is Japan, what a pity...

If the stage of the Holy Grail War were in Europe, Cú Chulainn would enjoy a local bonus, and his strength and equipment would be closer to what the legends described.

Benefiting from this, he might even "add new Noble Phantasms."

If he had been summoned in his homeland of Ulster, he would have been granted a castle, a chariot, the protection of sleeplessness, and so on...

As Cú Chulainn, who descended in Japan in the Lancer class, his strength was merely that of a first-rate Servant.

But if he were in Europe, in his homeland, it would be easy for him to become an exceptional-grade Servant.

Only then would he have the possibility of defeating Heracles.

"Holy crap, Lancer is actually this OP?"

All over the world, countless people marveled at this.

So the Lancer, whose stats were already very strong, wasn't even in his complete form.

There were also those well-versed in Celtic mythology who sneered; they had long known that Cú Chulainn was not in his complete form.

Among them, the most dazzling record of Cú Chulainn's legend was none other than the *Táin Bó Cúailnge*, the story of the warrior Cú Chulainn single-handedly resisting the invasion of the great army of Queen Medb of Connacht.

The fierce battle continued, and the dawn gradually appeared on the horizon, revealing a hint of white.

After experiencing a war of attrition, Heracles remained full of energy, his roars undiminished in power, but the Child of Light, Cú Chulainn, was vaguely beginning to fall into a disadvantage.

This did not mean that Cú Chulainn's martial arts were inferior to Heracles'.

It was purely because the Hercules was too tanky; the magic spear was just scratching him after fighting for so long, and even if damage was dealt, the opponent would recover quickly. However, if Cú Chulainn took one hit from Heracles' axe, he would be in a lot of pain.

This kind of blood-for-blood exchange was becoming more and more disadvantageous!

If this melee combat continued, the one to lose would definitely be the Lancer.

["This is an opponent one would rather not encounter..."]

Soon, Cú Chulainn repelled the hulking giant once more and sighed.

Come to think of it, the fact that Saber hadn't been healed yet made him a bit troubled, but he felt more excitement and joy; being able to duel such a powerful opponent was the best thing for Cú Chulainn.

However, he couldn't drag this out any longer.

As a warrior, victory must remain the ultimate goal.

["Berserker, let's see if you can take my finishing blow~."]

Cú Chulainn smiled, his pupils suddenly narrowing, overflowing with astonishing spirit.

The sharp spear tip pressed against the ground, and terrifying magical power gathered on the magic spear Gáe Bolg, the surging red light burning to form an invisible true fire shield, the cool magical ripples boiling like flames.

The Lancer's blue ponytail moved without wind, and his two earrings swayed wildly.

Heart palpitations,

Extreme heart palpitations!!

A thick sense of threat arose, and the Berserker roared as he charged over.

["...This extraordinary magical power, is he about to use his Noble Phantasm?!"]

Yukino was shocked; having witnessed the Strike Air, she was somewhat excited.

Saber was also quite shocked, but she quickly realized and shouted a warning.

["Lancer, the armor on that guy is unusual; you can't hurt him without an A-rank Noble Phantasm!!"]

["I discovered that during my fight with this guy."]

Cú Chulainn's expression was calm, his grip tight on the spear handle, his magical power surging once again.

It eventually evolved into mysterious "Rune charms," white characters floating in mid-air, filled with an extremely ancient and profound aura, brimming with spirituality.

In the blink of an eye, countless mysterious characters poured into Gáe Bolg.

The terrifying momentum skyrocketed, causing the Noble Phantasm's rank to advance from B to A.

The blood-colored arc spread once more...

Facing the hulking giant roaring as he charged.

Cú Chulainn let out a roar and threw the gorgeous blood-red spear with all his might.

["—Gáe Bolg!!"]

The sharp blood-red light pierced through everything, sweeping through countless fierce winds as it whistled past.

This was the spear of causality that must hit and must kill!

The trajectory of the spear was meaningless; once fired, it would definitely pierce the opponent's heart!

The thick clouds that had just risen over Fuyuki City were split in two, the firmament sliced open like a canvas.

Heracles, who was leaping high, was suddenly sniped by this spear, his face instantly turning ferocious; he roared, trying to resist, but was carried away by the powerful inertia, falling like a meteor against the sky.

A thousand meters in an instant, wrapped in fierce winds that tore through the air currents!

["Boom...!!"]

Like blood-colored lightning, it instantly pierced through the mountain, pinning Heracles firmly to the ground.

The terrifying scene was like a nuclear explosion!!

The sky darkened, narrating an unspoken shock unknown to others!

This grand scene was simply eye-popping!

The world was shocked, trembling all over, and many found it hard to believe.

"Berserker... is he dead?"

"The dignified Hercules, the great hero of ancient Greece, just died like this?"

"This is too OP!"

What should I do, what should I do...!

63. The Phantasm Break that sliced open the dawn sky, shocking the world!!

Under the blessing of the Rune charms, the Noble Phantasm carrying the deeds of the Child of Light during his lifetime was promoted, the blood light roaring like a dragon, piercing through the clouds; Gáe Bolg interpreted what true power is!!

At this moment, people all over the world were stunned in shock.

The wind and clouds changed, a true change!

— Author's Notes —

PS: My brain is stiff from writing nearly 10,000 words a day; it feels like I'm just padding the word count...