Multiverse Adventure – My Journey Begins in Danmachi 103
by TINY FAN FICTIONMultiverse Adventure – My Journey Begins in Danmachi 103
Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction
Chapter 103 nuclear-level destruction of Fuyuki City
The Crimson Lancer dances in the air, Scáthach embodies the very essence of her namesake, a beam of light wielding her slender hands to deliver a strike that rends all things.
Faced with a barrage of spear thrusts like a storm, Artoria explodes with a torrent of Mana, gaining In an Instant acceleration.
With a heavy stomp, as a massive crater opens beneath her, Artoria vanishes from her position.
She doesn’t retreat, her Invisible Sword protecting vital points, rushing towards Scáthach with reckless abandon.
Sparks and fragments fly as the spear thrusts leave countless vicious scars on Artoria’s armor.
But before the blood rain hits the ground, Artoria, leaving dozens of deep pits in her wake, closes the distance to Scáthach.
She stares intently at the Lancer before her with her blood-red eyes, drawing her holy sword.
The Red Dragon Heart contracts violently, pumping potent Mana through Artoria’s body, unleashing a terrifying Explosive Power.
Though unseen, Scáthach senses searing Shockwave after Shockwave, each one capable of cleaving through the air, bearing down on her.
These are the numerous, almost overlapping, heavy strikes Artoria unleashed in an instant.
This is the swordsmanship she honed on the Battlefield, surpassing even human limits.
After facing Noah, the monster who excels at turning weakness into strength, she finally found a Battlefield where she could shine, thanks to Artoria’s tactical support.
Faced with the Mana storm of the slashing attacks, Scáthach does not retreat or defend.
A spark of wild fervor ignites in her gem-like crimson eyes, a feral smile graces her beautiful, yet intelligent, features.
Her slender hands grip her twin spears, charging forward!
In the next instant, the golden holy sword and the crimson Lancer clash, unleashing a Thunderous Roar that shatters the air!
In the blink of an eye, the clash of Knight King and the Queen of the Underworld begins, a battle for life and death.
The Mana-infused holy sword slashes, cleaving the air with every strike.
The Lancer, etched with runes, traces a path through the very fabric of reality.
Between each Breathing Technique, the sword and spear clash over ten times, the momentum shifting back and forth.
The air screams in agony, a furious Mana storm erupts between them, each collision shattering
But in this seemingly evenly matched confrontation, the strongest job, sbaer, finally revealed its corresponding power.
Relying on the close distance between them, the huge strength of the A-rank, combined with the massive output of the Red Dragon’s heart, made every sword strike from Artoria possess the strength to cut through a large river.
To counter the strength transmitted through the intense clash, Scáthach’s arms felt numb, her movements slightly distorted, and the momentum of her Lancer thrusts was no longer as smooth, forcing her to retreat step by step.
With a single step forward, Artoria seized the opportunity when Scáthach’s strength was momentarily stagnating, and with the wind swirling around her, she struck towards Scáthach’s chest.
If Scáthach were in a state of evasion, she could have easily dodged this slash.
However, at this moment, both sides’ mana and momentum were intertwined, like interlocking gears.
Scáthach, now fully aware, judged that even if she retreated at this moment, she would still be unable to escape unscathed.
Rather than taking a sword strike and fleeing like a defeated dog, it was better to go out in a blaze of glory!
A fierce glint flashed in her eyes as Scáthach thrust her lance towards Excalibur, the Sword of Promised Victory, aiming for Artoria’s throat.
Although the Lancer was repelled the instant it collided with the holy sword enveloped in wind mana, it still managed to slightly deflect the sword.
Artoria, sensing the target of the other Lancer, also had to slightly shift her stance to avoid it.
In the end, in the blink of an eye, Artoria’s holy sword sliced open a bloody gash on Scáthach’s shoulder.
Meanwhile, the Lancer directly pierced Artoria’s abdominal armor, penetrating several centimeters before being withdrawn.
Ultimately, they crossed each other, parting ways after a brief moment, and only regaining their footing after separating by over ten meters.
Why is it always my waist?!
Clutching at the scorching pain on her abdomen, Artoria couldn’t help but grit her teeth.
In comparison, Scáthach merely touched the wound on her shoulder, looking at the blood on her hand with a calm expression and movements as if she hadn’t been injured at all, as if it was merely a Fundamental aspect of her being.
“You truly live up to your reputation as the Knight King, finding a way to counter that little demon in just one night?”
Compared to Artoria, who was covered in 7 or 8 wounds, drenched in blood, Scáthach had only 2 or 3 wounds, seemingly at an advantage.
However, both parties were aware that, given the significant difference in their Masters, this degree of bloodshed was more disadvantageous for Scáthach.
Just like confirming both sides’ suspicions, Kenneth’s healing Magecraft also arrived quickly through the link, rapidly recovering Artoria’s wounds.
Scáthach’s healing Magecraft, however, arrived later and took over ten seconds longer to recover than Artoria’s.
Logically, Artoria should have pressed the attack and not given Scáthach any time to recover.
But she chose to raise her holy sword and watch quietly as Scáthach fully recovered.
In the recent battle, Artoria could be said to have completely abandoned thinking, driven solely by Instinct.
With Saber’s excellent parameters and the Abundant Mana provided by Kenneth, she had engaged Scáthach in a brutal exchange, trading blows and wounds.
This was the strategy Artoria had devised after a night of contemplation to counter Noah.
Facing an enemy with superior skill, it was absolutely impossible to aim for a victory without any damage, as that would only maximize the opponent’s technical advantage.
Even if her 3 wounds only managed to inflict a single wound on the enemy, Artoria considered it a victory.
Because the Holy Grail War judged the combination of Servant and Master, not just the victory of a single side.
Artoria believed that once the Servants were engaged in a high-intensity battle, with high-intensity Mana extraction, Kenneth would be able to hold out until the end.
Master like Noah, yesterday if not for too many Servants watching, she would have already drained him dry.
Don’t blame her for being underhanded; who made Noah draw a weak Master?
This was a judgment made by King Arthur Artoria, not Saber Artoria.
Next time we meet, I’ll definitely give Noah a surprise!
“I apologize, after watching your little demon’s fight yesterday, I wanted to finish you quickly and save my strength to have a good battle with that little demon.”
After her wounds were healed, Scáthach felt the anxious urging through the link and couldn’t help but sigh softly.
My useless Master, can’t you hold on a little longer?
“But now, I can only defeat you as soon as possible.”
Before Artoria could feel displeasure at the opponent’s disdain, Scáthach’s Lancer, as soon as the words left her lips, emitted a dazzling and ominous crimson glow.
As if a blazing Flame were burning, the intricate patterns on Scáthach’s crimson spear slowly lit up.
The immense Mana swirled like a vortex at the tip of the crimson spear, converging into a bright red glow reminiscent of flames and blooming flowers.
The wind of Mana rustled through Scáthach’s beautiful, flowing hair, sprinkling the air with a ferocious Bloodlust.
This isn’t good!
An unprecedented sense of crisis rang in Artoria’s ears, prompting her to gather all her Mana without hesitation and unleash her Noble Phantasm.
Perhaps there are those who surpass her in skill and parameters, but when it comes to the sword in her hand, Artoria has confidence that rivals anyone.
In the past, it was this holy sword, shining with the brilliance of the stars, that chose her as the Guardian of the world.
The Fierce Wind suddenly surged, and the holy sword that broke the wind’s Barrier radiated a shiny golden light.
The dazzling points of starlight converged as Mana on the sword, dyeing the surroundings into a clear and beautiful night sky.
The Mana particles surged and converged, transforming into a brilliant light that reached the heavens and the earth, flowing towards the golden holy sword in Artoria’s hand.
“EX…”
As she wove the words, she called upon the true name of her Noble Phantasm.
The terrifying light sword had yet to be swung forward, yet its intense radiance already illuminated the entire night sky.
However, the speed was too slow!
Realizing this, Artoria’s expression turned grim.
If the Enemy launched Offensive Arts at this moment, her Noble Phantasm’s release would be interrupted…
It should have been like that, but after 2 or 3 seconds, Artoria was surprised to see the red-haired girl slightly biting her moist, full red lips, looking at her with a somewhat crazed smile.
The two Noble Phantasms she had already gripped in a throwing stance, causing the surrounding space to wail, had not been unleashed.
As a Lancer who primarily fought with agile speed attacks, Scáthach naturally understood the principle that in martial arts, only speed is unbreakable.
It is only natural to slay the Enemy before their big move can develop.
However, Scáthach rarely did so.
She enjoyed every battle, giving her opponents ample time to unleash their ultimate techniques, even if those techniques could injure her or lead to her defeat; she would have no regrets.
Moreover, this was the glorious light of the star-forged holy sword.
How could I not fully experience it?
Even if I were to die under this Strike, it would not be in vain to have come this far in the Holy Grail War!!
As for Tohsaka Tokiomi?
Well, he can only be said to be out of luck.
Through the fighting spirit-filled smile in Scáthach’s eyes, Artoria understood everything.
This woman, like Noah, is an inner bloodthirsty battle maniac!
These 2 individuals, if they were to meet, would undoubtedly have a most delightful conversation, a most delightful battle, and a most delightful killing of each other!
And I, unfortunately, can only watch from the sidelines as they chat intimately!
Understanding this, Artoria, for some reason, felt a strong sense of displeasure and annoyance.
Driven by this anger, Artoria swung her holy sword down with great force!
Just as Artoria was about to swing her holy sword, Scáthach began to chant, having waited for the perfect moment.
“Pierce…”
As soon as she uttered the first word, Scáthach kicked off the ground with her left foot and threw her Lancer, held in her right hand, towards Artoria’s feet.
This Offensive Art, naturally, was easy for Artoria to dodge, but an image suddenly flashed before her eyes – one of herself being pinned down by the Lancer and then having her heart pierced.
And this time, there was no way to avoid it!
“Piercing…”
At the same time, the second word escaped Scáthach’s lips, and the Lancer, which was initially aimed downwards, suddenly changed its trajectory mid-air, striking Artoria’s right shoulder at an impossible angle.
The immense Strength sent Artoria flying, but instead of falling towards the Ground, she was frozen in mid-air, suspended at the apex of her trajectory.
“…Calibur!”
A golden, radiant light, born from the promise, surged towards Scáthach like a flood!
As the light, which would reach her in an instant, approached, Scáthach’s face, illuminated by the golden glow, remained calm and composed as she threw her second Lancer.
Her left arm bent, she raised her gun over her shoulder, the muzzle inevitably trained on Artoria, who was suspended in mid-air, unable to move.
“Gae Bolg, the Spear that Pierces the Heart of the Dead!”
As the words, infused with powerful Mana, left her lips, the second Lancer shot forth like a red lightning bolt, tearing through the night sky.
Although a vast, radiant flood was before her, the Lancer altered its course mid-air once more, avoiding the holy sword’s blast and homing in on Artoria’s heart with an angle that seemed to guarantee a fatal strike.
Every event has a cause and effect; Gae Bolg, however, realized the effect of “piercing the heart” before the cause, “the act of throwing the Lancer,” had even occurred.
This was a Cursed spear that would inevitably hit its mark, no matter what evasive maneuvers the Enemy employed, as long as it was used.
The only way to avoid this spear, aside from taking it head-on, was to undo the “effect.”
Realizing this, Artoria, just as the red Lancer was about to pierce her heart, closed her eyes and summoned the sheath within her.
Golden in texture, azure enamel, emanating a tranquil and beautiful breath, it symbolizes the final resting place of King Arthur.
“A realm detached from the worldly ideal!”
In the instant the name was spoken, Saber opened her eyes, and the Lancer who seemed as though he would pierce through everything came to a standstill before her.
Even the ever-constant omni-instinct stilled at that moment, wrapped in a warm glow, Artoria felt no threat or distortion, as if all things before her eyes had receded far away.
As though separated by a dimension.
Without an outcome, the cause that exists to prove the result also ceases to be.
The Lancer in mid-air trembled twice, the spearhead turned and automatically returned along its trajectory back to the hand of Scáthach, the “cause.”
“…Fascinating.”
Seeing her Noble Phantasm being withstood, Scáthach was not impatient, instead, she showed an expression of admiration.
Then, she activated her second Noble Phantasm… the wisdom of the mystic realm.
Each having repositioned themselves, Scáthach disappeared from her spot.
“Until we meet again, little girl.”
The next second, a deluge of light and heat poured down, piercing the earth.
The shattered light spread towards the sky and the surroundings, carving numerous deep furrows, forming a fierce wind that swept through Fuyuki City.
‘A mushroom cloud rose slowly over the mountain.’
That night, the people of Fuyuki City who were fortunate enough to witness such a scene described it thus.
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