Durandal didn't think much, having already known the opponent's Noble Phantasm and abilities.
She only had one choice, and that was to fight.
Constantly fighting these Heroic Spirits.
Unlike the battles in her own world, Honkai Beasts and Herrschers don't talk about tactics or techniques.
What they prefer is to overwhelm with numbers and pure strength.
This was also what Durandal liked.
However, at present, she had no advantage in this regard, and she had also seen the method that could make up for the gap in strength. She was like a sponge, constantly learning the opponent's techniques and refining her combat methods through continuous engagement.
What doesn't kill her will only make her stronger.
"Although there is no honor in a battle where names cannot be given, I must commend you. You haven't broken a sweat fighting until now. Truly, a woman who rivals men."
Diarmuid, with a sweeping blow, forced Durandal back from her relentless and aggressive fighting style, even destroying the surrounding containers and the ground, then took a breath and said to Durandal.
After a brief exchange, he also roughly understood Durandal's fighting style and the gap in their ability values.
He had an advantage in agility, but Durandal was slightly stronger than him in terms of strength.
However, Durandal had no armor, which meant that as long as he could use the Gáe Buidhe, he could inflict unrecoverable wounds.
Relatively, Gáe Dearg's effect was not significant.
But it also doesn't rule out that the opponent also has such hidden magic.
As previously agreed, Diarmuid's Master, Kenneth, also spoke at the opportune moment.
"The game ends here, Lancer."
Although Kenneth used magic to make his voice unidentifiable, Takatsuki still saw through the opponent's hidden location at a glance.
After all, the Observation Haki had already sensed everyone hidden around.
"Do not let the battle drag on. That Berserker is a formidable foe. Resolve her quickly. You are permitted to use your Noble Phantasm."
Hearing Kenneth's words, Diarmuid replied.
"Understood, my Lord."
Seemingly to show off to others, Diarmuid threw the short spear in his hand to the ground.
He gripped the long spear with both hands, and the rune cloth on it instantly melted away, revealing its true form.
A crimson long spear.
If it were anyone else, they might have been fooled by this act, believing the crimson long spear was Diarmuid's true Noble Phantasm.
However, this could not deceive Durandal.
Durandal also realized how great an advantage she had by knowing all of her opponent's information.
However, she would not feel unfair because of this. What Durandal pursued was power, not fairness. She would speak up to protect the weak, but she would not pursue pedantic justice when facing an enemy.
"Atalanta, that sword of yours also appears to be a renowned blade, not a product of the future."
Diarmuid looked at the briefcase in Durandal's other hand: "Compared to that, this box can block my Noble Phantasm. It doesn't seem to be an ordinary item. Is it a Noble Phantasm from the future? To be able to fight against a powerful individual from the future, the Holy Grail War is truly amazing."
"I think that's not just a simple box, is it? What's inside? A weapon from the future, or your true Noble Phantasm? Even the box itself has such strength; it seems the box itself is also part of a Noble Phantasm."
After only a brief exchange, Diarmuid had already made many judgments and was attempting to gain more information or an advantage through words.
"Durandal, since the opponent has already used a Noble Phantasm, you should use yours too."
Takatsuki, who had been silent in the back, finally spoke.
"Alright."
As the two Servants stood ready, Takatsuki noticed that more and more people were arriving. He even felt as if he was being targeted by something.
Without turning his head, merely by his peripheral vision and sense of aura, Takatsuki was certain that at least one gun was aimed at him.
Emiya Kiritsugu, is it…
He simultaneously sensed multiple other presences.
There were Servants and humans; it wasn't just the Saber team. Servants from other teams also cast their gazes over.
For example, the Assassin who had been collecting information, or a certain Gilgamesh who had nothing better to do.
The King of Knights, who should have been dueling Diarmuid, also arrived but remained hidden.
"Saber, are we just going to watch from here?"
The white-haired Irisviel and Artoria hid in a corner, observing the battle: "Don't we need to go out and fight them?"
"Irisviel, on the battlefield, waiting for an opportune moment to reap the benefits is also a type of strategy. Moreover, the opponents are two heroes engaged in a one-on-one duel. Interrupting a duel is not what a Knight should do."
Interrupting a duel is not what a Knight should do, but challenging the victor after a duel is a strategy.
While being the King of Knights, Artoria was also a commander on the battlefield.
"Kiritsugu probably has the same intention."
Irisviel understood Kiritsugu. From the very beginning, Kiritsugu's fighting method was aimed at the Master. He had already given up on cooperating with Artoria.
And now, even when Berserker's Master was directly exposed, he didn't snipe him, also holding the idea of reaping benefits. If Berserker won, he could immediately snipe his Master.
And if Lancer won, this battle would also allow him to gain information about Lancer's Noble Phantasm.
It was a win-win situation no matter how he looked at it.
"Maiya, can you find Lancer's Master?"
Emiya Kiritsugu was unaware that he had already been discovered. He aimed his sniper scope at Takatsuki below and spoke to his partner through the walkie-talkie.
"I don't see him."
Hearing Maiya's reply, Emiya Kiritsugu moved the gun barrel away from Takatsuki and began to look at other areas around. Although he already had a plan, if he could determine Lancer's Master's location, it wouldn't be impossible for him to shoot both of them with Maiya's cooperation.
Soon, he saw Kenneth, Lancer's Master, on a rooftop, and also…
The Assassin who should have already left the stage…
And on the Fuyuki Bridge, a red-haired giant stood, with a boy with shoulder-length hair trembling beside him, not far away.
"Interesting, truly interesting. As expected of the Holy Grail War, not only can one fight heroes from other eras, but there are even heroes from the future."
Iskandar laughed as he watched the battle in the warehouse district, but his Master, Waver, beside him, had no interest in watching the battle of other Servants.