This Is My Holy Grail War [43]

The stat points earned from killing Lancelot were allocated to Strength, and with a powerful weapon now in her grasp, Assassin fixed her gaze on her target—their king.

Dust clouds swirled, obscuring her vision. Rider’s position could only be roughly estimated amidst the chaos. Endless soldiers stood in her way, forcing Assassin to break through head-on.

[Eternal Arms Mastery] granted her devastating prowess in close-quarters combat. This ability transformed her once-clumsy grip on a sword into that of the strongest swordsman of her era.

However, this mastery was not without its limitations. While her combat style offered immense offensive power, its evasive capabilities lagged behind the combination of [Instinct] and [Mind’s Eye (Fake)].

One emphasized attack, the other defense—two distinct approaches with contrasting strengths.

Assassin wasn’t aiming to slaughter every enemy in her path; she knew that was impossible. Her goal was singular: to breach the blockade, reach Rider, and pierce his spirit core with the stolen Greek longsword.

In such a scenario, the aggressive edge granted by her combat mastery would be less effective. Instead, she turned to [Instinct] and [Mind’s Eye (Fake)] to chart the optimal path for her charge.

Having grown more attuned to her Noble Phantasm, Assassin put her plan into motion.

Clutching the stolen ancient Greek longsword, her dark form began to radiate a pale azure mana. In an instant, she assumed the appearance of Saber once again.

Just preparing for her sprint, her instinct was already kicking in, guiding her toward every looming threat.

The sensation was reassuring—almost tranquil. She could sense the danger from every spear poised to strike her down.

Assassin saw it all.

A tidal wave of cavalry surged toward her, a thundering tsunami of hooves and weapons. In the face of this overwhelming force, Assassin was but a lone, insignificant shadow. Yet everyone watching knew the star of this sandy battlefield wasn’t the thousand-strong army—it was the solitary assassin standing against them.

Charge!

Assassin’s first obstacle was the cavalry. The lances wielded by these riders, thrust at high speed, could kill her in a single blow. Each lance reflected a blinding glint in her eyes, a chilling warning of imminent death.

But instinct laid bare the path of the onrushing riders. Their horses galloped with relentless momentum, each separated by only three meters—a narrow gap demanding precision and agility beyond ordinary means.

[Mind’s Eye (Fake)] mapped out how to weave through the gaps between the charging steeds without succumbing to their lances.

These soldiers were skilled riders, their horses fast and well-trained. But no matter how swift a horse, its turning radius and inertia couldn’t compare to the sheer maneuverability of Assassin.

Stay calm… there’s nothing to fear.

The deafening roars of the cavalry faded into background noise as Assassin repeated her mantra, silencing all distractions.

She had faced the bombardment of Archer’s [Gate of Babylon] before. That dance on a knife’s edge had prepared her for this moment.

But this battlefield stretched on endlessly. Her emerald eyes took in the endless ranks ahead—a road with no visible end.

With a powerful push off the ground, Assassin dashed through the gaps between the cavalry. Lances whizzed past her, warhorses thundered by, but she moved like a phantom.

Time seemed to crawl. Every nerve in her body was taut, her focus sharpened to a razor’s edge. A single misstep would mean certain death.

Had this cavalry been storming a fortress, their strength would have been unstoppable. But against Assassin, they were like cannons firing at a mosquito—powerful but unable to land a single hit.

Assassin danced among the horses, slipping through their ranks. By the time the cavalry turned to pursue, the effort was in vain. Large armies couldn’t pivot on a dime.

Beyond the cavalry lay the infantry, a phalanx armed with long spears. Unlike the cavalry’s chaotic charge, their formation was precise, disciplined, and impenetrable—a hedgehog bristling with spears.

Left!

Guided by [Instinct], Assassin aimed for the weakest point in the phalanx.

[Mind’s Eye (Fake)] couldn’t identify a completely safe route; the wall of spears left no true gaps. It could only calculate a path littered with peril.

To proceed meant to accept injury. It’s just pain… I can endure it! Assassin gritted her teeth and pressed on.

Her durability was abysmal, rated at E. Even minor injuries could prove fatal. To her, a cursed blade was deadlier than a holy one.

Fortunately, the soldiers of Rider’s Ionian Hetairoi couldn’t wield their Noble Phantasms. Their weapons were formidable but lacked the destructive potential of true Noble Phantasms.

This meant that while their spears and swords could wound her severely, they couldn’t kill her outright—so long as she avoided a fatal blow, she could keep going.

Spears scraped against her, leaving fresh gashes. Blood seeped from her wounds, but Assassin pressed forward. Rider grew closer with every step. The nearer she came to the King of Conquerors, the denser the ranks of soldiers became.

The difficulty of her charge escalated, as did her injuries. Blood flowed freely, staining the ground beneath her.

With what little mana she had left, she activated [Mana Burst], pushing her body to its limits.

Her mana reserves, a meager D rank, were no match for Saber’s. But saving it for a desperate burst allowed her to propel herself through the final obstacle.

Mana coursed through her body like a blazing rocket. Finally, she broke free of the encirclement.

Closer… closer!

Assassin could now see Rider through the veil of dust. She had crossed the sea of soldiers, her body battered and bloody, but her eyes locked onto her prey.

“Life exists to burn brightly, even if only for a moment. You… you are a truly beautiful flower.” Rider’s voice rang out as he regarded the charging Assassin.

“I marveled at how you survived Archer’s Noble Phantasms, but today… today, you’ve astonished me once again!”

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T/N: what a marvelous end...

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