HBWnovel Chapter 462: Red vs. Black Showdown: Magic Cannon
Chapter 462: Red vs. Black Showdown: Magic Cannon
Chapter 462: Red vs. Black Showdown: Magic Cannon
"Black Berserker, I believe you must be Vlad III."
Karna's expression remained as cold as ever. The stakes standing around him, the distant battles between homunculi, golems, and Dragon Tooth Warriors—none of these elicited any emotional response from him.
In contrast, Vlad III's expression was much more composed, reflecting the poised demeanor of a superior.
"Oh, so it's you, the one who calls me by my true name. You must be the Red Lancer, Karna, son of the sun god Surya?"
"Yes, and for a certain reason, I must defeat you."@@@@
"You have to kill me, and I have to kill you. Although it's regrettable, this is the natural course of things. Moreover, defeating the invaders of my homeland is my duty as a lord."
Before the words even faded, Siegfried's figure quietly appeared, forming a pincer with Vlad III. The great heroes of the East and West met once again after their initial battle.
Facing Karna, who had previously fought with him and earned his respect, Siegfried broke his usual silence.
"We meet again, Red Lancer."
"Yes, Black Saber."
Karna's gaze shifted from Vlad III, and his expression finally changed, indicating that Siegfried held a much higher place in his heart than Vlad III.
The widely traveled knight of the Netherlands looked regretful: "If possible, I would like to have a fair fight with you. Unfortunately—"
Karna also spoke with regret: "—unfortunately, this is war. You and I do not just represent ourselves but the Red and Black factions."
"Sorry." (Finally, the famous line of Siegfried.)
"No, it's I who should apologize."
Karna said, raising the immortal blade, and the golden divine spear and golden armor burst forth with dazzling light—the light of the sun.
Shinji naturally didn't refuse this perfectly reasonable suggestion.
Thus, the two Servants with the most Noble Phantasms in this Holy Grail War once again raised their fists and clashed in battle.
In the Hanging Garden of Babylon, Red Caster Shakespeare spread his arms and loudly praised the rising mushroom cloud in the magical projection:
"Suffering and calamity, swell up!
"Flames, burn!
"Cauldron, boil!"
His increasingly resonant voice drew the displeasure of the garden's mistress, Semiramis.
"Caster, don't focus solely on your creations. The task of dealing with the Black Saber rests on your illusion; I do not wish for any mistakes."
Shakespeare turned and made an exaggerated bow: "Rest assured, Empress of Assyria. My work is absolutely reliable and dependable—provided you have indeed sent the Black Saber to the designated location."
"Hmph, he has been sent."
Semiramis snapped her fingers, and one of the magical projections shifted, firmly locking onto a tall man sliding along the ground—it was none other than Black Saber Siegfried.
At the moment the magic cannon fired, Siegfried raised his greatsword and adopted a defensive stance—he knew he couldn't dodge the strike, so he chose to block it with his greatsword and his "Armor of Fafnir."
This was Siegfried's most adept form of defense. His weapon, the Balmung: (Phantasmal Greatsword), crafted by the Nibelung, was a sword of twilight that combined the properties of a holy sword and a demonic sword. Besides its A+ level anti-army attack, it also had formidable defensive power. Using Balmung as the first layer of defense, combined with the immortality of the "Armor of Fafnir," Siegfried's defense was further enhanced.
Siegfried, giving his all in defensive combat, was a veritable mobile fortress—this was his greatest reliance as a top-tier Servant.
With such protection, Semiramis's magic cannon naturally had little effect—at most, it pushed Siegfried back with the torrent of magical energy and the accompanying storm, which was precisely Semiramis's intent.
As Siegfried steadied his footing after being pushed out of the battlefield, a group of puppets, each wielding weapons and exuding an ominous Servant aura, surrounded him.