Although hiding in the back, the other servants never relaxed their attention on the battle situation.
When they saw Astolfo release his treasure, "Declaration of Destruction", which made the magic bullet ineffective, they were extremely happy; when they saw Astolfo gradually approaching the black coffin but encountered new obstacles, their hearts also lifted.
Thanks to the archer's "clairvoyance" skill, Chiron and Atalanta discovered the enemy archer's existence earlier than Astolfo. They immediately confirmed that the archer, like them, had entered the realm of the gods through archery, and that the magician's level was also very high, and he was not any of the Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, Semiramis, Karna, and Shakespeare as they expected.
Who are they
Where on earth did Amakusa Shiro Tokisada find this powerful man
The doubts in their hearts did not affect the reactions of the two archers. They fired their bows almost at the same time to protect the forward Astolfo.
Just before the arrow was shot, Joan of Arc used her privilege to find the answer.
The kilometer-based perception showed that they were servants. Although the distance was too far to activate the skill of "Real Name Seen", the identity of the two people could be confirmed through the panel that recorded the basic information of all servants - they were the two of the newly appeared five riders.
The status of the five servants on the panel is still dead, I'm afraid their power is borrowed in some special way.
After hearing these explanations and speculations, Achilles became furious.
"These bastards didn't even let go of the dead heroes!!! I really want to kill them right now. Hey, ruler, isn't it time for us to come on stage yet?"
"Wait a moment, it's not the right time yet."
"How long do we have to wait..."
"Wait until eight of the eleven turrets are aimed at the rider. Now there are six...seven...eight. It seems that the Red Assassin is more impatient than I thought. Let's go, Red Rider, Achilles."
"oh!!!"
A strong light flashed under the dark sky.
It was a surging flow of magical power that suddenly erupted from inside a bird-shaped golem.
With loud neighs, the silver chariot pulled by two immortal divine horses, carrying the companions, stepped into the air.
"Son of Peleus, here is Achilles, you poisonous woman of Assyria, come out to die!"
"Don't yell, it's really rude. Didn't your sea goddess mother and your teachers teach you etiquette?"
Semiramis was obviously not the kind of good person who would just take the scolding without talking back, so she directly transmitted the sound through magic.
"Etiquette is for friends, not enemies. For a vicious woman like you, the best way is to pierce your throat with a gun so that you can no longer speak."
"Just you?"
The remaining three black coffins turned their direction and launched an anti-military-level barrage at the speeding Undead Chariot.
"I'm not the only one who wants to kill you."
As Achilles laughed heartily, a divine light flashed over his head.
The holy flag in her hand fluttered violently in the cold wind that cut like a knife. The girl was not in the chariot, but standing on the back of the divine horse. She was so majestic.
In this Holy Grail War, there is only one Servant who can withstand extraordinary-level magic bullets with her physical body, and that is Joan of Arc.
He does not belong to any of the seven branches, but is a lone and absolute judge.
But in Semiramis's mouth it became -
"A rude country girl."
Jeanne, who continued to deflect the magic bullets with the holy flag, ignored the enemy's insults and spoke calmly.
"Where is Amakusa Shiro Tokisada?"
"The Master is making final preparations. If we don't hurry up, the world will be destroyed."
"Does he really want to destroy the world?" Joan of Arc asked for the last time.
"Whether it is or not, I don't care. If you want to stop the Master, just chase after me. Of course... the premise is that you can break through our defenses!"
Before he finished speaking, a "sun" rose in the sky courtyard.
Long before the battle, Shirou told her about several trump cards hidden by the enemy, including the general information about the holy flag and the magic book. Therefore, as soon as the magic bullet was blocked, she informed Karna.
He was praised in the oldest Indian epic poem, the Mahabharata, as a hero at the top of human history. After receiving the vast magical power of the Holy Grail, the son of the sun god became the undisputed strongest blade.
Unlike Semiramis, who is good at plotting and exudes malice and coldness, Karna's magic is full of a fiery feeling that makes people's hearts surge.
Without having to worry about the consumption of magic power, he released the flames of the sun wantonly, and the dazzling light almost lit up the entire night sky.
"—I'm sorry, but I have to let you fall."
He twirled the magic spear with one hand, casually deflecting the arrows that were attacking from the side, and then, driven by the flames of the sun, he rushed straight towards Astolfo's Hippogriff at a speed faster than a light bullet.
While accelerating, he did not forget to take a glance at Chiron who was sniping. This glance was the release of his Noble Phantasm.
"There is no need for weapons or anything like that. A true hero kills his enemies with his eyes! O Brahma, cover the earth (Brahmastra)!"
"not good!"
Achilles' face changed. There were magic bullets in front of him and the light of Brahma on the side. He was running at full speed but had no time to dodge. No matter which side hit him, his undead chariot would be finished.
"It's fine."
Jeanne poured strength into her hands and called out the true name of the Noble Phantasm.
"My God is here (Lumiernelle)!!!"
It is blessed by God, and it is a banner that embodies countless beliefs.
"As long as the Saint is waving the flag, we will not be defeated."
The soldiers' simple and honest faith spread throughout the world as Jeanne's fame grew, and finally manifested itself as a treasure unique to the saint.
And the figure holding the flag in protest—
Very similar to someone who fights against all evil in the world.
Also resembles someone fighting against a falling planet.
It was very similar to all the people who used their tiny and insignificant human bodies to fight against "that" in front of them.
With dignity, will, love, anger, or some other belief, even in the face of powerful violence that can easily kill tens of thousands of people, people still have the courage to rise up and fight beyond fear.
As long as this belief does not collapse, as long as the flag is still flying high, as long as the saint has not fallen, no matter the extraordinary magic bullet, the light of Brahma, or any other violence cannot shake this protection.
This is Joan of Arc, a peerless saint who, though born in an age of mystical decline, can still stand shoulder to shoulder with the top heroes of the mythological age.