Looking at Saber like this, Caster's face showed a trance-like look like a pilgrim.
"It's so nostalgic, Joan of Arc. Everything is the same as before. You haven't changed. Your noble fighting spirit and noble soul are undoubtedly the evidence of Joan of Arc. In this case—"
Caster's voice turned from gentle to angry to questioning.
"Why? Why haven't you woken up yet? Do you still believe in God's protection? Do you think a miracle will come to save you in this desperate situation?"
"What a pity! Have you forgotten the Battle of Compiègne? Have you forgotten the trap of God that pushed you from the pinnacle of glory to the hell of destruction? After so many humiliations, are you still willing to be a puppet manipulated by God?"
Saber seemed to be fed up with Caster's mumbling, and seemed to have found an opening, preparing to launch an attack on Caster.
At this moment, a tentacle passed through the monster's bottom and insidiously hooked Saber's ankle.
Before Saber could cut off the tentacles, four more tentacles emerged from under Caster's robes and locked onto Saber's hands, waist, and neck.
The tentacles also moved along with the surrounding monsters, and their number had already exceeded the limit of what Saber's "magic release" could blow away. Everything was under Caster's control, and the beautiful "saint" was caught in the big net formed by the monsters.
At the critical moment, red and yellow lightning flashed and repelled the strange group.
As Saber gasped for air after her restraints were undone, a slender figure in a blue-grey tights appeared before her eyes.
"It's too ugly, Saber. If your sword is no longer sharp, the title of Knight King will cry."
This handsome man, whose beauty could almost be called a sin, cast a startling glance at the stunned Saber.
It was precisely because of her magic resistance that she was able to endure this alluring gaze. In stark contrast to the fierceness of the two guns, Diarmuid Odina's smile seemed extremely refreshing.
"Lancer, why?"
Caster was much more surprised than Saber.
"Who? Who allowed you to disturb my good times?"
"That's what I'm saying, heretic."
Lancer stared at the enraged Caster coldly and pointed the front end of the pistol in his left hand at him.
"Saber's head is the medal on the tip of my spear."
"Nonsense, nonsense, nonsense!!!"
Caster scratched his scalp, bulged his eyes and made strange noises.
"It was my prayers and my Holy Grail that brought her back to life. She is mine, every bit of her flesh, every drop of her blood, even her soul."
Laer was overwhelmed by his momentum, shrugged, and sighed deeply: "Listen, Caster. I have no interest in hindering your love. If you must make Saber submit to you, then go ahead, but-"
"—I was the one who injured Saber's left hand. In other words, I am the only one who has the power to use it. I will never allow you to abandon me, Diarmuid, and defeat Saber, who can only use one hand. If you don't retreat, my gun will replace Saber's left hand from now on."
The handsome warrior's resolute words moved Saber.
"Lancer, you..."
"Saber, please don't misunderstand me."
Lancer stopped Saber from continuing with his eyes.
"I'm here to help you today because I received an order to defeat Caster. I think the best way is to work together. What do you think?"
Lancer's statement was not a reason to be the first to rescue Saber from the crisis. The most efficient way was to sneak up behind the enemy and launch a sneak attack while Caster was concentrating on dealing with Saber.
Saber did not ask him why, but simply nodded to Lancer, who was smiling, and stood to his right. She no longer paid attention to the left side, because now she had her most trustworthy left arm.
"Let me be clear. Even if I only have one left hand, I can still defeat a hundred of these small fry."
"Hmph, this level is no problem. Just pretend to be left-handed today."
The two heroes joked with each other and rushed towards the gathered monsters. The sword and two magic spears cut through the large group of tentacles extending from all directions.
...
Saber was rescued by Lancer and escaped from the predicament, but Shinji was not so lucky.
It was midnight in the sewer and no one would come, so he had to rely on himself.
Shinji didn't have time to observe his feet, and he crawled on the ground as fast as he could. The tentacles swept across his back, and the airflow caused by it made the back of his head tremble.
The wall in front was unsurprisingly dented and cracked by the tentacles containing enormous power, but it did not open any secret door like in many classic scenes. This wall was solid, with only endless sand behind it.
The broken cement hit Shinji's head. He didn't even bother to cry out in pain. He supported himself with his hands, exerted a sudden force, and stood up.
At the same time, the tentacles retracted, and the tentacles at the tip moved backwards, like a python, and wrapped around Shinji.
Shinji did not dodge because he was surrounded by tentacles from all sides and had no way to escape.
He tightly grasped the Snake Hunting Scythe in both hands, his bloodless lips moved slightly, and an almost inaudible sound leaked out from between his clenched teeth.
The magic storm was howling, and the light of the spirit particles was shining unprecedentedly, illuminating the nearby underground waterways as bright as day.
In the center of the storm, where the light was the brightest, a golden shield appeared out of thin air.
In Greek mythology, Zeus, the "king of gods", has a shield. Although the shield is made of goat skin, it is full of magic (almost all magic in the Age of the Gods is magic). Even the thunder, the symbol of Zeus himself, cannot cause damage to the shield.
This shield was later given by Zeus to the goddess Athena, who then lent it to the great hero Perseus of ancient Greece.
The name of this shield is -
"aegis!"
The shield that can even withstand Zeus' thunder will certainly not leave any marks on it because of the tentacles, but the power contained in the tentacles cannot be offset by the shield.
The tentacles tightened, tightly entangling Shinji and the shield that protected his front half of the body. After only a few seconds, Shinji heard the protest of his bones.
If it were an ordinary child, he would have burst into tears, but Shinji didn't cry.
Not only did he not cry, he was laughing instead, because - he had finally bought enough time.
He raised his left hand with difficulty and pressed it on the mirror-smooth inside of the shield.
In an instant, the surface of the golden shield seemed to be covered with a layer of shadow, and its light dimmed.
The source of the shadow is a human face.
Seductive, a woman's face that looked like it was carved from the finest obsidian.
The woman closed her eyes, her face peaceful, and seemed to be in a deep sleep.
There were scales on her forehead and cheeks, and her hair was like lifelike venomous snakes.
The woman's name was Medusa, and her head became the greatest honor of Perseus' life.
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