What did he see? Fragments of Demon God Pillars!! Although they were probably not fragments of the complete main body, they were absolutely rare items. Whether used for research or exhibition sales, they could earn a huge sum of money. Right now, he was simply too sensitive to money. If he were sent to trade stocks, he could probably earn a fortune in a short time just by relying on his nose for money!
For powerful magi, operating on the periphery was no problem. But for some members of the Church, just this one collision nearly destroyed the barrier they had established. Thinking that there might be even more powerful collisions later, many already felt depressed.
It should be known that while this powerful shockwave broke through the barrier, it would likely cause certain effects on them as well. If the Church didn't give them a raise this time, they really wouldn't take on this kind of job next time!
After this round of collision, the anger in Morgan's heart had subsided quite a bit. Subsequently, she stood up from the throne she created with magical energy and nodded to Artoria. Next, it would be the turn for all of them to move out collectively. She wasn't a fool; she was a Great Witch who had experienced long years and eras of war.
This wasn't the time to be particular about one-on-one fights. Moreover, could the guys before them really be considered a single existence?
The opponent sent out a portion of the Demon God Pillars to destroy the attack in the air. From this, it could be roughly inferred that their combined power should be just enough to deal with the bastard before them.
As long as they waited for Aslan to arrive, he would become the straw that broke the camel's back. If Aslan's power were compared to a straw, then there were few things heavier than that straw.
Moreover, if Aslan, who was of the same clan as them, was a straw, what were they? Scarecrows?
Compared to the Heroic Spirits preparing for war, except for Marisbury who was collecting fragments of Demon God Pillars and the few magi who had experienced the last Holy Grail War, the remaining magi looked at the mountain body that had been shaved off by more than half—an opening even larger than in the last Holy Grail War. These magi couldn't help but widen their eyes slightly, mouths agape, looking sluggish.
Although they knew Heroic Spirits had the power to move mountains and overturn seas, could they still unleash such powerful attacks while under restrictions?
In the eyes of these magi, such an attack should be the release of a Heroic Spirit's Noble Phantasm. But in fact, if they thought about it carefully, they would discover that no one among the Heroic Spirits possessed such power. Both Morgan and Aslan were, in the final analysis, living existences.
That living existences could display such might naturally made these magi start fantasizing while being shocked and in disbelief. What kind of scene was it in that distant 1,500 years ago? Someone would definitely yearn for that distant past. However, as a magus, having a certain yearning for the distant past and thereby deepening one's research was not a bad thing after all.
There is a very reasonable saying in the magus world: the older, the more mysterious; and the more mysterious something is, the greater the boost to their strength naturally.
At the same time, because the live broadcast was continuing, many magi in other regions also felt more or less shocked. Meanwhile, a portion of the magi who actually dared to come to this city were thinking: If we really encounter danger, is my small frame enough to fill the hole? I'm afraid I'll be ground into slag directly by the aftershocks of the mutual attacks of these powerful existences.
What was I thinking? Going to this place to save the world? Did I think my strength was too high?
Some magi with private aircraft were already preparing to turn around. Or rather, they didn't intend to approach this city so closely, but watch from a distance. If the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up. But this was also a rare opportunity to observe. If they missed this opportunity, they might regret it for a lifetime. When there is a chance to gamble, naturally one must take a gamble.
If there were stronger people to save the world, that would naturally be best. If even stronger people couldn't save the world, the outcome would simply be everyone dying together. No matter how far they ran, the probability of change wouldn't be significant. It would be better to take a good look at this battle akin to gods on earth before that. They could still sigh with emotion properly before dying.
If human souls could still communicate after the world was destroyed, they could also brag that they witnessed the beginning of the world's destruction. By then, they would be stars in the other world. Wishes that couldn't be realized in this world, let them be realized in the next world.
Napoleon readied the weapon in his hand, raised his head, and a gleam of determination flashed in his eyes. "Alright, everyone, next it depends on us. Whether we can save the world depends entirely on whether we heroes work hard enough. To be honest, I really want to use my cannon to ruthlessly bomb that bastard's butt right now!!"
He whistled softly, then directly lit the cigar at his waist. After taking a deep drag, he carried the large cannon in his hand and bombarded forward.
Flauros opened his arms, revealing a slightly ferocious smile on his face. Things having come to this, there was no need to continue feigning elegance. Since these Heroic Spirits intended to attack together, the current them also had to unleash their full power to a certain extent.
Cracks began to appear on the ground. The floor of the entire temple began to collapse rapidly downward. Beneath those cracked floors, a large number of Demon God Pillars were twisting constantly there. Finally, they rose slowly from underground. Clearly, during this time, this bunch of Demon God Pillars had also made various preparations, and this room was a trap.
It was just that, obviously, all the Heroic Spirits had also made preparations. The tip of the golden Holy Lance in Artoria's hand tapped the ground gently. Golden light spread to the surroundings, establishing a void platform sufficient for everyone to stand on above the original level. Of course, this also relied on the power of the Holy Lance.
Naturally, Morgan could also achieve such power. However, Morgan, having just displayed powerful strength, would consume more magical energy if she maintained such a standing place. Artoria could realize such power with the Holy Lance in her hand. To prevent her sister from consuming too much magical energy, Artoria naturally took on this responsibility actively.
Hassan of Serenity threw flying knives into the surroundings and protected Da Vinci's safety together with Mandricardo. At this moment, Da Vinci put on her glasses. To let her Noble Phantasm exert its full power, she needed to read the data and information of these guys before her first.