Fortunately, at this moment, no one complained that the magus before them was a weakling who had to borrow his student's power to fight. Of course, being able to have a student lend their power to oneself is a skill in itself. Some people consider luck as part of one's strength, so why can't one's student be considered a part of one's strength?
Gray nodded. On one hand, she was naturally a good child and couldn't stand by blindly while something that might destroy the world occurred. On the other hand, since her teacher was going, she naturally had to follow. This little girl had somewhat complex feelings toward her teacher: there was admiration, closeness, and perhaps a bit of an imprinting effect like a fledgling bird.
"I understand, Sensei. Then please allow me to go first! Add!"
The Mystic Code in the birdcage in her hand instantly transformed into the shape of a shield. The girl jumped onto the shield, using it as a snowboard to slide rapidly from the grassy slope towards the battlefield of the magi.
That's right, to mention a very real situation, this magus who was a teacher was indeed inferior to his student in terms of physical skill. In terms of combat power, he was truly utterly crushed by his student.
However, Waver didn't care. Moreover, at this moment, his heart was being constantly battered by waves of rage. The moment he saw that unknown female Heroic Spirit appear from afar, Waver immediately understood who had stolen the corner of the Conqueror King's cape. The decorations on her body and the weapon in her hand were fundamentally Macedonian in style.
Although Darius III had certain differences from his original appearance due to being a Berserker, and because he was the King of Persia, his attire was generally in the ancient Persian style. It was hard to ensure what relationship he had with the person who stole the Conqueror King's cape. Furthermore, ordinary magi were not clear about the exchange relationship between Darius III and the Conqueror King.
Therefore, during this time, Waver had been suppressing his anxiety, searching for clues amidst his confusion. However, this was only the third day of the Holy Grail War, and the data he had collected was not that sufficient. He had just cast his gaze upon Berserker's Master, only to find that a corpse of that old magus had been discovered at the stronghold.
Thus, the investigation had come to a temporary halt. Subsequently, they encountered this mess caused by the Demon God Pillars. Now, there was no need to investigate; the person who stole the Conqueror King's cape had already revealed themselves without being pressed. There was no need to care whether that magus who had lost his human form was Berserker's Master; just knowing that this guy stole the cape was enough.
On one hand, as one of the administrators of this commercialized Holy Grail War, Waver had to stop the current violation. This wasn't a special event of Demon God Pillar intervention; rather, the existence before him had indeed summoned an eighth Heroic Spirit and was the violating party. On the other hand, of course, Waver was preparing to beat the guy before him to a pulp.
Without letting his shoe sole make intimate contact with this guy's cheek, he really couldn't quell the anger in his heart. Waver placed the status of the Conqueror King very high and heavy in his heart. He naturally cherished and valued the fragment of that cape very much. Usually, he would wear gloves to maintain and admire it, yet the guy before him had directly cut off a part of that cape fragment!!
This was a provocation to him!!
On the other side, the magus who was no longer in human form revealed a smile at the corner of his mouth after seeing the entire magical barrier destroyed. Paired with that grotesque body, it was simply a devil's smile. As long as he eliminated all these magi before him, then seriously dealt with that Witch and King Arthur, victory would belong to him.
Now possessing this undying flesh, dealing with that Witch shouldn't be a big issue. Unless that Witch's body could also recover endlessly, this battle of attrition would definitely end in his victory. This was the power of endurance! This magus didn't believe that the Witch had the ability to turn his body into ash and powder in a single strike.
"Kill! Kill them!!"
The summoned Heroic Spirit curled her lips. The magus before her was truly not elegant at all. And rather than saying it wasn't elegant, from her feeling... there was absolutely no compatibility between the two of them.
Speaking of which, the compatibility between this guy and other Heroic Spirits wouldn't be very high to begin with, right? Who would like a magus who was clearly nasty but pretended to be serious? Even Anti-Heroes would probably hate such a guy. A true villain is more likeable than such a hypocrite.
However, this magus wasn't wrong. At this time, it was better to solve these guys as soon as possible. Otherwise, they would be eliminated once the Heroic Spirits of this bunch of magi turned back. After all, they were standing on the opposite side of everyone. This wasn't something where they could be forgiven just by stopping now.
Moreover, that person who helped them... well, their goals were irrelevant to each other. So strictly speaking, there was no conflict of interest between them. Therefore, there shouldn't be any problem letting that guy act, right? Furthermore, she was just a Servant now. As long as this magus before her, who was no longer human, didn't release her, even if she wanted to change the status quo, it would be in vain.
In short, one sentence!
"Die!!"
The not-so-long sharp sword stabbed directly towards the suppressed magi present. However, before it hit anyone, it was stopped by a boomerang thrown from a distance. Subsequently, Add quickly returned to the hand of the girl wearing a gray cloak, instantly transforming into the form of a scythe.
The blade of the scythe flashed with a cold light, swinging from the bottom up to collide with the weapon in the hands of the Heroic Spirit before her.
Feeling the power in her hands, Gray gritted her teeth slightly. Sure enough, with a normal person's body... okay, actually her body isn't too normal either, but clashing with a Heroic Spirit is still somewhat forcing it. Moreover, this Heroic Spirit existed as a Body Double. She more or less had to have certain similarities with the original body, including martial arts.
Of course, who could have thought that the existence she was doubling for would look completely different after growing up compared to childhood?
"Tsk—!!"
Marisbury took this opportunity to raise the instrument made by Da Vinci again. A barrier of magical energy protected everyone within it once more. At the same time, Kiritsugu began to load ammunition into his weapon. As a keen Magus Killer, he had more or less discovered the true nature of this human-like existence before him.