Seeing Berserker's arm recover rapidly, the expression on Napoleon's face was far from good. It could be said that the attacks he had launched and the charges he had made were now completely nullified. He had to start from zero again, destroying the Berserker's body anew. It was like having just completed a small part of a puzzle, only for someone to flip the table.
Moreover, in the battles to come, this situation would become the norm. In other words, facing this damned Berserker, he might experience being forced back halfway through a fight many more times, only to look up and see the opponent fully restored. Really, what to do if I suddenly want to cry?I feel like conquering the European continent wasn't this exhausting.
Napoleon raised the cannon in his hand again, contemplating whether to unleash a Noble Phantasm blast directly, sweeping across horizontally to first turn these undead soldiers into magical energy, preventing them from affecting him for a short time.
While the red-haired bladesmith swung the blade in his hand, sending one undead soldier after another into the embrace of magical energy, he also sustained some wounds on his body. However, it wasn't a big problem. He had agreed with his Master that, if necessary, he would use a Command Spell to convert into magical energy to heal his body.
After all, the compatibility between the two of them was quite good. The Command Spells were proof of the contract between them. Among the three Command Spells, at least one was guaranteed to be used to summon him back for defense. As for the other two, he would strive to use only one during this battle against Berserker to maintain the contract between them.
Otherwise, strictly speaking, the master-servant relationship between them would cease to exist. But continuing to participate as a team wouldn't be an issue. As long as the boy continued to provide him with magical energy, he could continue to exist in the world. It was just that compared to the flow of magical energy via Command Spells, this ordinary magical contract method would lead to a decrease in his strength.
But ultimately, he wasn't an ambitious man seeking the Holy Grail, and his Master wasn't an outstanding boy who wanted to use Command Spells to fulfill his own wish. So their bottom line was to ensure this boy didn't lose his convictions in this Holy Grail War. Therefore, whether he exited or his strength decreased wasn't such a huge concern.
At worst, he would exit, exchanging it for the Church's protection for this boy. Perhaps the Church personnel, seeing that this boy inherited part of his forging techniques, might even take the opportunity to recruit him.
Just as he had said before, there were too few people who held the heart of guarding justice, believing weapons to be blades of protection. For most people, weapons were just weapons; they were for killing and enhancing one's own strength. Therefore, as long as a weapon could improve one's strength and ensure one's safety, its style didn't matter at all.
In this world, pragmatists outnumbered those who cared about appearances, at least in the adult world and the magus world. Especially for the combat personnel of the Church, their own strength and practicality were the most crucial.
Therefore, whether the weapon used was a Far Eastern katana was not a critical issue. Even if the weapon given to him was a brick, as long as this brick could smack those demons to death in one blow, it was a good weapon!
Cough cough... getting a bit off track. Of course, this bladesmith wasn't really just good at blacksmithing and poor in actual combat. These small injuries on his body were currently not a hindrance. In any case, he had decided to produce some results as a samurai, so he couldn't simply declare that he needed treatment.
Senji Muramasa quickly approached Napoleon and patted the French Emperor on the shoulder. "Don't waste too much magical energy now. Other Heroic Spirits are rushing here. We can take him down together with the attacks of other Heroic Spirits later. Wasting magical energy now is unnecessary!"
While speaking, the sharp blade in the bladesmith's hand swung to the side, once again slicing off the heads of those undead soldiers. Upon noticing someone had come to help him, Napoleon breathed a sigh of relief. How should I put it? The pressure has been greatly reduced.
Not far away, the Knight holding a wooden sword swung his weapon while constantly throwing the shield in his hand to the side. Although this wooden sword wasn't that sharp or hard, it was still a weapon in the hands of a Heroic Spirit. Colliding with the weapons in the enemies' hands wouldn't result in it being directly sliced off by steel.
As long as it was imbued with his honed magical energy, clashing two or three times with a high-ranking Noble Phantasm that wasn't released wouldn't be a problem. After all, this could be counted as part of his legend. He had once sworn an oath not to use any other sword weapon except for that Holy Sword.
To some extent, Heroic Spirits are the condensation of legends. Otherwise, so many Innocent Monsters wouldn't be born. Because of his oath, the weapon in his hand was considered a relatively special existence.
Of course, his weapon wasn't that special. Thinking carefully about the existences he heard of in the Throne of Heroes, the weapon in his hand and the Noble Phantasm that could be released through any weapon were simply too weak.
Think of that Richard the Lionheart. Because he was a die-hard fan of King Arthur and also admired the legend of Lancelot's Knight of Owner, it resulted in this British King's Noble Phantasm being able to reproduce Excalibur's light beam attack even with a tree branch.
Thinking about the power displayed by his own Oath Without a Sword, sigh, comparing people really drives one to death.
The Knight... Mandricardo, was once a King and an adventurer! At the end of his adventures, he obtained Hector's armor and spiritedly embarked on journeys seeking Durandal time and again! Subsequently... after experiencing the battle surrounding Durandal and various changes, he became completely world-weary...
In life, he was quite arrogant and conceited, running wild with an "I am the strongest" attitude. But even with Durandal and Hector's armor, he couldn't defeat Bradamante's lover, Ruggiero. This left him with severe psychological trauma. In short, he was now a somewhat world-weary, gloomy youth who consciously saw himself as a minor character, occasionally blurting out masochistic remarks.
For example, thinking of that Lionheart King now, the expression on this Heroic Spirit's face became somewhat dispirited again. However, being in battle, he quickly adjusted his mindset.