Although Frankenstein lost her ability to speak because of the Berserker class, her 'D'-ranked madness effect only made her lose her speech ability and unable to think in a complex way, but for battle, she didn't need anything complex. For example, there was only one thought left in her mind --- defeat the enemy in front of her.
With the waving of the weapon in her hand, countless thunder bolts turned into whips and wantonly destroyed the buildings around her body, but her enemy was always shooting from a distance. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't attack the enemy.
Was there any way to attack the enemy?
Noble Phantasm? It must be a Noble Phantasm, right?
But Master said that she wasn't allowed to use her Noble Phantasm at full power...
"Slap~!"
Another arrow pierced through the electric net and hit her body, and this time, it hit her right knee. She tried to move her body but failed, and it was at this moment of stagnation that several more arrows hit her body.
"Ahhhhhhh!!"
Frankenstein didn't want to admit it, but she had to face a fact --- she might really not be able to win against the person in front of her. She didn't even have a chance to retreat.
'If that's the case --- Blasted Tree'
Atalanta was still shooting from a distance in a leisurely manner after using her Noble Phantasm, but what she didn't expect was that the thunder bolts around the other party's body suddenly expanded in an instant. Even the other party's 'weapon' also changed.
She didn't know what the other party wanted to do, but she knew that the enemy would never do something useless at this time. She just habitually wanted to observe the enemy's situation, and this habitual action saved her life.
Frankenstein, who was only 'leaking electricity' before, suddenly burst out with a terrifying electric light in an instant, even making the rising sun seem inferior. The green tree of lightning covered the entire sky...
Until the light completely disappeared, Frankenstein completely disappeared, and the battlefield was left with only a piece of ruins.
Lancer, holding the Spear of Scourge in his hand, had an incredibly serious expression.
If he had simply wanted to live through this Holy Grail War before, his state of mind had changed with Li Shuwen's 'sacrifice'.
He wanted to get the Holy Grail!
He wanted to prove that Li Shuwen's sacrifice was not meaningless!
"GHOST!!"
He released his own Noble Phantasm without hesitation the moment he saw them, in order to completely defeat the Servants and Masters of Red, but what he didn't notice was that when he appeared, Shakespeare, who was standing beside Semiramis, his eyes lit up.
"Empress, let me deal with this new guy too!"
Shakespeare's主动请战 made Semiramis's eyebrows raise.
'I didn't think this Caster guy would be so reliable at a critical moment?'
"Since you're willing, then go, but I have to say, don't let that woman get over here."
As for the 'that woman' in the other party's words, Shakespeare naturally knew who she was talking about, but he glanced at Jeanne and Gilles next to her.
"Please rest assured, Empress, that woman will probably take some time, and I should be able to handle this quickly~"
Semiramis didn't know where Shakespeare got such great confidence, but since the other party said so, there was no need to say more. She nodded and then walked towards Lancer here with a smile on her face.
"Sa~ let's begin~ Let this 'play' I have been looking forward to be performed here!!!"
"The curtain has risen, there should be thunderous applause here (First Folio)"
As Shakespeare raised the pen in his hand, a series of curtains appeared around them, and then everyone found that the environment they were in had changed.
A tall and magnificent palace, a staircase that seemed to have no end in sight, and a huge sculpture standing right in front of them.
"Lancer?!"
Although he was chased around by Semiramis's various rituals, he was much more relaxed than Siegfried and Jeanne, so he naturally had the mind to observe the changes around him, but what he didn't expect was that he saw a familiar face on that huge sculpture.
The Lancer carved on the sculpture had a subtle difference from the Lancer at this moment.
That Lancer was in armor, leaning on a huge lance, and holding a helmet in his other hand, and the style of that armor was the 'ghost' that was standing behind Lancer at this time, and that Lancer face looked more mature and confident...
But just as the real Astolfo was observing carefully, Lancer voice, which carried no emotion, came from behind him.
"Caster! You don't think this boring scene can shake me, do you? Do you think I don't know that all of this is an 'illusion' you created based on my memories?"
"An illusion? Maybe~ I'm just recreating the scenes in your memories~ So everything here is 'real'~ For example, those people behind you..."
Shakespeare's words made Lancer frown.
'Is he planning to sneak attack me when I turn my head? Heh heh~ Does he think 'ghost' is just for show?'
Although 'ghost' accepts Lancer control, in most cases, it can act on its own, similar to an 'autonomous' Noble Phantasm.
He turned around without hesitation, but what he didn't expect was that what he saw was a very familiar 'man'.
"Your Majesty?!"
He had a slightly thin face, but his body was incredibly straight. Even just standing there without saying a word, he was full of aura.
And starting with the appearance of the other party, countless familiar figures began to appear around him.
General Budo, Liver, Bulat, Najenda, his comrades in the army, the subordinates who attacked the headquarters of the foreign tribes with him...
And after all these familiar people appeared, the figures did not stop but became more and more numerous.
From the 'innocent people' he killed for the first time, the women who were used as breeding machines by the foreign tribes that he couldn't save, the foreign people who were locked in iron cages and couldn't even beg, the enemies he hung on stakes and who constantly roared at him, and the strangers on the road who looked at him with fear and bowed their heads as they walked...
Although he knew that these people were just 'phantoms' that Shakespeare had created through his Noble Phantasm or abilities, the memories that these people generated were real, and he couldn't help but fall into his memories.