The crimson magic spear in Scáthach's hand tore through the air, drawing out perfect lines like lightning, and combined with Scáthach's agile footwork, perfectly demonstrated what martial arts and what a martial god truly are.
Compared to Scáthach's combat style of supreme skill, Saber Alter displayed a completely different style from Scáthach.
Power!
It was pure power, extreme power. Driven by Primal Energy, with the attributes of a top-tier Servant as its barrel, every attack Saber Alter unleashed with Excalibur evaporated the air and pulverized the earth, achieving a world-destroying effect.
Coupled with Saber Alter's unparalleled intuition, it perfectly explained what it meant for one force to break all techniques.
Fighting Saber Alter at full power was perhaps the most strenuous battle Scáthach had experienced since her birth.
As a god-slayer, Scáthach had encountered opponents with destructive power like Saber Alter, and she had also encountered opponents with Saber Alter's level of intuition, but this combination was indeed the first time.
Scáthach let go of the magic spear in her left hand, allowing the wild magical energy to engulf it. At the same time, her eyes narrowed, and she thrust the magic spear in her right hand straight at Saber Alter's chest. Her left foot stomped, she flipped up, and in the process of flipping, her right foot kicked the end of the magic spear's hilt with full force, accelerating the magic spear like a meteorite just entering the atmosphere.
However, Scáthach's almost full-power, exquisite strike couldn't even touch Saber Alter's body. The magic spear, like a meteorite hitting the atmosphere, became fragile upon merely touching Saber Alter's surrounding Primal Energy layer. It advanced only a few tens of centimeters within the magical energy before running out of momentum, being torn apart and blown away by the rampant magical energy.
If Rin were to face Saber Alter in this state again, Rin would definitely say that Saber Alter was cheating!
Indeed, Saber Alter was cheating; it was Jalter who enabled her. In fact, if Saber Alter were alone, she could never be this strong.
Jalter, as the cursed and inverted form of Saint Joan, was born with the power of dragonkind. She also obtained the 'Dragon Taming Ability' through the inversion phenomenon of saints known for dispelling dragonkind, such as Saint Martha and Saint George!
Jalter, naturally a Dragon Witch, could control and dominate lower-class dragonkind just by waving her flag. And with a little time, even the legendary dragons and world-destroying dragons from myths could be easily manipulated, dominated, and strengthened by Jalter.
And Saber Alter, who had been strengthened during the Fifth Holy Grail War, inherently possessed the bloodline of a Red Dragon. Combined with the dragon's magical energy, dragon factor, and Jalter's strengthening from the legendary giant dragons summoned by Jalter.
The current Saber Alter was essentially the existence of numerous legendary giant dragons combined with King Arthur herself.
In other words, Scáthach was not fighting Saber Alter at all, but rather one person facing a true dragon army.
"Ugh!"
Scáthach, covered in cold sweat, clutched her shoulder, which was already scraped to the bone by Saber Alter's magical energy. She looked at Saber Alter, who was wantonly squandering endless magical energy, with a hint of helplessness, and took a deep breath.
'Unbeatable!'
The four words 'cannot be defeated' clearly appeared in Scáthach's mind.
"Aren't you tired?"
Saber Alter, who was swinging her sword, frowned and stopped wielding Excalibur. Leaning on her Noble Phantasm, she looked at Scáthach, whose clothes were tattered but had no wounds because she had drunk the blood of Christ.
Scáthach shook her shoulder, which had just fully recovered, and repeated her question.
"Aren't you tired?"
"Are you planning to retreat, old hag?!"
For Saber Alter, who had fought Scáthach many times, except for the first time, Scáthach always seemed to end with the phrase 'Aren't you tired?' Although Saber Alter vaguely felt that Scáthach's 'Aren't you tired?' contained other meanings, Saber Alter was too lazy to think about it.
"Yes, I am!"
Saying so, Scáthach pointed to the distant forest, where a pillar of light shot straight into the sky, then quickly vanished without a trace.
"The entrance transfer is complete. I think I've accomplished what I wanted to do!"
"Tsk~! old hag, get lost!"
Saying this, Saber Alter retracted her magical energy and gave Scáthach an annoyed look. Saber Alter understood that if it were the previous Scáthach, perhaps she and Jalter could have kept her if they went all out, but the current Scáthach could not be stopped.
Upon hearing this, Scáthach dispelled the magic spear in her hand, stretched lazily, and waved to Saber Alter.
"Then, goodbye, black one!"
"old hag, next time we meet, if you still refuse to hand over Excalibur and that corpse, then... you'll die! I'm leaving!"
"Are you going to the other side? Let me see!"
As she spoke, Scáthach's eyes became silent, faintly emitting a magical glow.
Scáthach, possessing Clairvoyance that could predict future battles and battlefields, quickly understood Saber Alter's words through her Clairvoyance, and a genuine smile appeared on her face.
"Then I shall await your arrival in the Land of Shadows! Goodbye!"
With that, Scáthach leaped backward, disappearing into a suddenly appearing Gate to the Demon Realm behind her.
"Cold-Blooded Woman! Where's that old hag?"
"She left!"
At this moment, Jalter, returning to the battlefield riding the giant dragon Fafnir, shrugged at the chaotic scene.
"Forget it! That old hag was difficult to deal with anyway, so it's normal for her to run. Let's go! Next time, we'll definitely make it to the Land of Shadows and get Excalibur and that corpse back for you!"
"En! Let's go, Assault Girl. First, we'll rendezvous with my army, and then we'll go take out that guy. This time, we definitely won't lose!"
Saying so, Jalter clenched her fist and looked in the direction of France.
Southern France, near the Pyrenees Mountains.
"Kill!"
"Fire arrows!"
"Roar!"
The combined forces of Egypt and France had already engaged Jalter's monster army.
On the vast southern plains of France, a brutal war, as if mythology had come to life, broke out.
The King of Conquerors reined in his Divine Bull, stopping his chariot. He looked at Vlad III, who was not far away, wielding a long spear, constantly harvesting the lives of soldiers like a demon, and a smile appeared on his face.
"It seems to be a king, a distant conqueror! Alalalalalala!"
The chariot, accompanied by thunder, carried the King of Conquerors like a comet towards Vlad III. Unlike the previous Singularity, this true army battlefield ignited the King of Conquerors' long-lonely heart, making it surge with excitement.
At this moment, the King of Conquerors was impatiently in need of a worthy opponent, and Vlad III was his target!
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