Gabe was getting seriously pissed off right about now, that damned Legate threw a damn wrench in his current goals as he allowed his Caster to get away while he then engaged him in combat. This time around there was no way in hell he was going to let him get away while he still breathed. Such a piece of shit such as him did not belong here in this time as did he. They both hail from the savage wasteland and kill dozens upon dozens of people, monsters, machine, and the like to get to where they did in their life then.
He snarled viciously as he started firing all of his submachine guns at the Legate and the damned Legate was protected by his armor and his Healing Powder. He could have brought out some of his more unique powerful weapons but that would take some time to aim and that would give the Legate more than enough time to escape from his sight. And there was no way in Heaven or Hell was he going to let one of the greatest terrors to continue existing in the modern world. Especially since he served on the White Team.
He then noticed that the Legate was stopping somewhere and was motioning for him to come at him in battle. If he was any other man or a less thoughtful one, then he would have charge in recklessly like that. But he knew better than that, he knew that the Legate probably rigged this place to be only a place where he could win in this battle. He hated when he was correct when all of a sudden dozens upon dozens of Legionaries equipped with Cowboy Repeaters and Hunting Rifles appeared on various roof tops all aiming at him. Not willing to die so easily he made way for cover inside a warehouse protected by a wall.
Taking the time to have a brief respite he took the time to count the numbers of guns firing, people shouting, people moving, and preparing for what might happen next. He first took out some C4 and planted them near the window entrances. He then pulled out some demolition charges and placed them near the doorways and secondary part to the windows. He then heard the guns stopped firing at his position. He quickly equipped his Stealth Suit and pulled out a Stealth Boy to remain in hiding for now.
Pulling out his detonator, he waited for the highest concentration of Legionaries and soon when they got close enough. He activated his plastic explosions blowing up many of them to dust while the ones that survived screamed in pain at the burn marks, fragments lodged inside them now. Then the rest of the fool legionaries, attracted to blood like a shark, started swarming in not noticing the charges beeping thanks to the loud noises they made plus the screams of their wounded. That took out even more of them out now.
He then made his move as he pulled out his silenced pistols and started to give them headshots and amidst the confusion he also threw several flash bangs and capitalized on their weaknesses and kill even more of them. He then snuck out of the warehouse through one of the windows and to his surprise and rage he saw another one of his foes back from the grave to haunt him. The fucking Caesar was here and now he was also commanding his Legate to fight once more in the battlefield. God he hated and loved his life at times.
It matter little to him at this point in the war now, his desire to kill the leader of the legion alongside his rabid pet come secondary to his main goal of just surviving now. He had no intentions of dying here, especially to bunch of little shits such as them. He decided he was going to need something rather heavy and as much as he dislikes the idea of using it. He decided to bring about the Red Glare and aimed it at them before shooting out multiple high explosive rockets and lit up the entire place with his foes burning.
But as much would have it the damned duo from Hell survived the barrage of explosions as the Legate and the Caesar were lucky enough to blown back and sent into cover that prevented them from turning into dust. Glaring at him now as his position was made aware they started up the fight to try and kill him. But they would always fail, as they did not account for his SMMG firing at their asses now. Then several demons came in to make the whole thing rather annoying, as in they helped cover their escape again.
He quickly left the docks as fast as he can, he needed to find that damned Caster before this situation gets any worse. He quickly picked up the trail, which wasn't that hard considering that the man's demons ooze out some black slimy substance not to mention the magic energy it left. Following the trail he quickly soon entered the sewers and cursed at how this is turning out now. The Caster was clever enough to use the sewers to navigate the place and move about very quickly to spread his demons through the city here. It was such an ingenious yet simple plan that he berated himself for not seeing it and went about to hunt.
The damned place was too dark for him to walk around so he quickly put his Elite Riot Gear back on and started walking the sewers trying to catch a hint of this mad mage. Occasionally though he would stop by a certain place to check for any demons moving about or try to evade patrols to see if he could trail one back to its base but no such luck. He would however find the occasional patrol going out to attack the surface once more and he quietly dealt with them by burning them to ashes and seeing them all die then.
He then noticed the magic in the air was getting thicker so he felt that he had to be on the right track to finding the Caster. He did not care if he was entering the territory of a well-fortified territory of a Caster. He needed to stop him at all cost, what he saw left him speechless as he looked at all the back organic lining everywhere and noticed several pods around the place. It was a terrifying realization that he was in some kind of hatchery for the demons and that they intend to breed more into the world to cause havoc.
He first decided to find the nutrients that kept feeding into this hatchery and hound, to his eternal disgust and horror, dozens upon dozens human bodies being broken down into slush as they were being fed into this. He scowled viciously and soon he made a personal vow to find the Caster and make his end as slow and painful as possibly as he started setting up the C4 and fire bombs all over the place to make sure none of this was left for the Association to find and fuck around with in case they decide to investigate here.
Now nodding in satisfaction of his own work he set everything ablaze and those that did not get burned away soon found themselves at the end of his heavy flamer and flamethrower, as he burn everything to ashes to make sure that none of it can be salvageable. Just to make sure he covered the entire place in flames once more before moving on. It was at times like this that he remembered that fire destroys evidence better than explosives or whatever shitty excuses that the Association love to throw out there.
Seriously though most of the way they tried to cover up the incidents were just nonsensical and did not even take a genius to figure out that something was really crappy about the way they tried to cover it up. It appears that none of them ever paid attention to how science was advancing and thus they are stuck with excuses that might have worked back in the forties or fifties but not the early twenty first century at the very least. It was much easier to use fire to destroy evidence such as this most of the time in the War.
Saber grunted as she took another demon down and kicked one very hard in the face when she noticed one of them heading straight for her child. There was no way in Heaven or Hell was she going to lose her child! Especially since Mordred wanted a chance to try and talk out, and most likely fight out, all of their issues soon enough. She was not missing this chance to hear out her child as she slaughter through more and more demons closing in onto their position. She realized that they needed to spread out or be stuck.
"Everyone! We need to scatter else we will be surrounded on all sides!" she shouted as her group all nodded in affirmation. She quickly speeded up her motorbike to pick up her child while Ruler picked up Shirou and had him use his projections to launch swords at the demons following them while Ruler used her battle standard to smack them down. She and her son just slaughter just about anything that moves that was not human in origin and showed the demons why the Knights were not be messed with at all.
She had to admit though this was possibly the first time in her life that she had another passenger with her that was not Guinevere. Though for some reason when she saw Shirou holding onto Ruler as Ruler sped her motorbike she felt rather uncomfortable with the idea of Ruler spending so much time with Shirou. She had to admit that Gabe's boy had grown on her very well. There were few people that could be as honest as Shirou is and yet still find a way to be able to empathize with many of her problems and issues.
Not to mention that he is very well mannered for a young boy and treat her and Ruler with the upmost respect no matter what. But by God the greatest thing about Shirou is his skill in the culinary arts. Never had she ate more delicious food than the food that Gabe would have made back then during the Forth Grail War. She still remembered the Feast of the Servants with fond remembrance as she saw all the food that Gabe made with his skilled hands. Not to mention that Gabe has trained Shirou to be a skilled chef.
She had to make a reminder to give her appreciation for Gabe later for being able to teach him so many good cooking skills, not to mention Gabe flat out admit that Shirou is better than him at cooking food. But the point is, she never had felt as close to anyone than she has in the last couple of days, save for Gabe, and when she gets the occasional dream that gave her insight into the enigma that is Shirou Emiya. She desired to know more about her master that is a rare Incarnation in the modern world with a unique spell.
But back to the action as she swung her invisible blade at the enemies again causing them to scatter as Mordred just power through everything heading their way. See a small overpass with demons she gave a knowing look to Mordred, who only grinned in excitement as soon as they got close. Mordred jumped roaring defiantly to the foes before them before chopping off all of their heads and jumped back down to land on her motorbike. She had to admit that was rather fun to do and hope that they could do some more.
Perhaps this was the kind of bonding activities that Gabe has spoken of when he and one of the three kids wanted to get along better and have fun and what not? She certainly felt like she was bonding a bit better with her child Mordred as they have yet to actively try to kill each other, which was a plus in her book. Not to mention the small little grins and compliments with each other has gone a long way since their first meeting in the Grail War. Dare she say it, she honestly wished for more foes so they can bond a bit better.
May not be the bonding activity that most people have in mind, but hey whatever works right? Not to mention this is so much more cathartic and less awkward than simply just talking it out. One thing that she noticed with Mordred is that they would rather speak with their actions rather than their words. It was the small things such as these that she noted the similarities that she and Mordred shared. Despite being rather hotheaded at times, she could remember the amount of passion Mordred had before the rebellion.
At first she was honestly surprised by the amount of devotion Mordred would devote to, but all of that started to make sense as she heard of his origins. Mordred wanted his approval as a father, and her rejection cause Mordred to go with the rebellion. Shaking her head of these thoughts she lost her child once and she was not going to lose her child a second time! Those were the thoughts that were running in her head, as she ran over many of their foes while also ending them to make sure they do not come back.
She then reunited with Ruler and Shirou and just as we were about to move on we heard a loud honking sound and moved to our left and saw…a bus escorted by Lancer, Rider and their respective Masters? Then Shirou spoke up. "Seems like our friends need a bit of help protecting those kids, everyone we have to move it!" We all nodded as we all sped up to go aid our allies in defending the bus from those demons. There were lives at stake, kids even. She would not fail to protect those kids while she still hold breathe.
So with a mighty roar she charged at the demons chasing the bus filled with the kids and surprised just about everyone there and slammed one of the demons into the concrete wall and the other into the ground. She revved up her bike and soon the surprise on their allies' face soon become large grins as they attacked and fought back with even more ferocity trying to keep their foes away from the kids. She once more called upon her wind attack to push all of them away from the bus so they can focus more easily on them.
Archer grunted and smirked as he cut down the last demon that was in this area so now he, Caster, Rin, and Luvia could move on now. Of course that was before the loud roar of madness that could have only come from a Servant of Madness. Sighing in exasperation he turned around and saw that the Berserker of White has shown up to fight with them, and he was not alone as well. Considering that the Rider of White was also there and the way that she was staring at him lustfully gave him a lot of shivers and chills down his spine. Yeah he was going to keep his distance away from the crazy nymph, much safer for his mind.
He just knew this was not going to end well with him if he ended up fighting Rider, so he quickly elected to take on Berserker before any of the girls decided to do anything. It was so much safer for his sanity and manhood if he was nowhere near that lady. Which also made this fight a lot more difficult as Berserker is a rather annoying wrestler of sorts with Mad Enhancement boosting all of his physical attributes, how annoying. But nevertheless, he has been in far worse situations and persevered through all of them still.
Taking out his favorite twin swords, he started charging at Berserker who only began to notice he was there and failed to dodge the first series of crippling blows to him. Though Archer noted with annoyance that all of the wounds were quickly regenerating from his first wave of attacks. Oh how he hated Battle Constitution skills at times. They always made it much harder for him to permanently put down Servants not to mention that it would always take more and more blows to be able to finally kill any one of them.
Oh great and now he was swing his fists wildly in a rather vain attempt to pulp his face into mush, that was not to say he was having an easy time dodging his blows. Despite the boost he received for being summoned properly, for once, he was still slower than Berserker by a good amount. There is a reason why Berserkers have the best physical status among all of the seven Servant classes after all. Luckily though they were not sane enough to be able to use any of their Noble Phantasms unless it was passive.
Thankfully Berserker had no such Noble Phantasms that were passive in nature and that just meant being able to kill him as fast as he could. But damn was it not easy as Berserker kept on smashing through everything and just kept on sending fragments of the things he destroyed at him. Even if he was a Servant, shrapnel may no longer be able to kill him. But they can still cause him a lot of pain and that could also impede his movements as well. That means he had to adapt and improvise on the run, so no holding back.
He started to use his own personal Aria now. "I am the bone of my sword." He chanted as he started to ready himself for his fight with Berserker. Dodging his first blow he chanted again. "Steel is my body and fire is my blood." As he traced his favorite twin swords to use again, Berserker snarled and roared at him and charged at him as he threw the first set of blades at him. Causing Berserker too instinctively to try and defend himself. But being a Servant with rather tough skin it hardly did anything to hurt him.
But that was not to say it was pointless as the swords kept spinning around Berserker as he chanted the third set of his personal Aria but not enough to call upon that. "I have created over a thousand blades." As he traced another set of the Married Swords, causing the blades with were spinning out of control to now head back towards the blades with even stronger pull. He could feel the weight of his blades trying to reconnect with one another. So he threw and soon enough all four blades were spinning around Berserker.
When they all finally slammed into each other they all exploded and for once they caused Berserker some actual pain. As he now started to hiss and stopped paying attention to the battle to look over his wounds, big mistake. As he started to charge at him and utter another line of his Aria. "Unknown to death nor known to life." As he traced his final and third set of Married Blades to use on the mad Servant of White. He then cross the blades behind his back before feeding them as much energy as he could into the blades.
And instantly the blades started glowing with power as they started morphing behind his back as they grew longer and instantly became covered in feather like ridges. As he then jumped up and held his blades for a downward swing as he growled a bit. All the meanwhile uttering a rather old poem for his blades. The style and meaning Triple linked Crane Wings as he started to make his attack on Berserker.
"Spirit and technique, flawless and firm." He first uttered. "Our strength rips the mountains, our swords split the water." As he reached for Berserker with killing intent. "Our names reach the imperial villa." As he shouted out the last line. "The two of us cannot hold the heavens together. Crane Wing Three Realm!" As I slammed my now near broken Married Swords at as Berserker looked at me in both surprise and primal fear causing a massive explosion engulfing the both of us in smoke. While I jumped back a bit.
As I narrowed my eyes at the ensuing small smoke mushroom I caused and I reinforced my eyes further and saw that Berserker is heavily wounded from my fatal attack but still alive. Guess that speaks more about just how tough Berserker Servants really are than it does for my own weaknesses. Nevertheless I traced Hrunting once more and alter it to become a projectile for me to use. I chanted a bit for this. "Go into the red Plain, Hrunting." As I released the arrow at him as Berserker screamed in pain as he was killed by my power finally ending his life and with one less foe for us then.
I let out a sigh of relief as I killed the Berserker of White before me and soon I turned my attention to the Rider and quickly made my way to where the girls are. And to my nonexistent surprise, they were totally kicking Rider's ass but the woman fled and used a shitload of demons to distract them from noticing her escape. I quickly joined in on the fight to protect my master and allies and soon enough after about like ten to fifteen minutes or so, we finally destroyed all of them and I quickly updated Rin on what happened.
Unfortunately, Rin used my victory over Berserker to start having another pissing contest with Luvia and soon enough the two girls descended into arguments once again. I just barely kept my eyes from rolling at them and their immaturity and inability to not stop arguing for just one minute or so. Having enough and being proud of myself for accomplishing something rather useful I just closed my eyes to focus for a bit.
Though my attention was quickly picked up as Caster gave me a thermos with chilled green tea in it. As she smiled rather kindly at me as I was a bit surprised by it till I remember. Caster was a woman who desired to be a good wife but was ultimately hunted down for her nature and even after death never stopped to a good woman. Smiling in appreciation to her, we both just sat down and drank tea waiting for our respective Masters to stop arguing so we can focus on the objective at hand later, she made good tea.
The unknown Demon Lord was watching everything through its new minion's eyes as it saw all of the members of Black team come out and play with the minions it sent. It was certainly appreciative of the fact that these demons can pose a threat to the Servants, if in sufficient numbers, not to mention the fact it was learning all there is to know about the opposing team. While it did see some of the fights that some of the members of White Team has fought, it has yet to see all of their full capabilities and powers just yet.
So it decided to play a little game for now and had the Caster of White, ironically considering the man was a psychotic demon summoner and was the origins for the story known as Bluebeard, so he was far from anything white. It did not want the Caster to go out but considering how much more useful it would be sow chaos with him around, it thought that it might be an okay plan to go. But needless to say even though the Servants were all tough in their own way, it was not focused on any of them in all honesty.
It was far more interested in the man that was summoned as the Archer of the Fourth Grail War and somehow survived to live in the modern days. That by itself was rather interesting to note, what made him more interesting was the fact that the Archer was in fact a hero from another timeline and also much farther from that future. It was intrigued and wanted to know more about it so it searched the Old Fool's mind and study all that it could learn about the mysterious Wildcard that was summoned during the war.
And seeing that two of the Servants on its side lose to him made it wonder just how much of a threat will the Courier pose to its goals. So it decided to take in all the known information about the Courier from the Archer and Lancer and formulated a plan to deal with him permanently. Lest he becomes even more of a serious threat than he already has to him. The most important thing for him was that the man needed to die. And that would have been the true objective of its mishaps for tonight with the info on the Servants.
But when the man did not die and managed to almost kill both its Lancer and Archer and still continued to hunt down its deranged Caster. Despite not finding the psycho, he was able to put a massive twist to its plan by destroying the hatchery it had managed to set up with Caster's aid. Rather than be angry, it was honestly amused and little bit amazed by how tenacious the Courier is, guess he is a high priority target.
Other than him though he noted how strong the Sabers were of this Grail War, it seems like a shame that the Saber of their team won't be returning to them any time soon. But he also took note of the Archer that appeared in this war for Black Team and noted how he had the ability to continuously make copies of the weapons he used. But what shocked it the most was the fact that he could apparently make copies of the Noble Phantasms and such. So he was placed as the greatest threat to their team now as he could do that.
Noble Phantasms were dangerous in the hands of a skilled Servant and they were often the trump cards that could change the way that the battle could go. Or offer them great aid and assistance when they need to do so. Seeing a man that could so easily make copies of Noble Phantasms and break them whenever he wanted was going to be a nasty challenge. What worried it even more so was that it only used possibly at best; two to three of them. Just how many Noble Phantasms could that Archer use and modify for his use?
Not to mention that they had lost Berserker as well and he was one of the heavy hitters for the war and now their team is just down to, including itself, to just six of them. And worst of all the only heavy hitters left for the frontline were basically Lancer and Rider, Lancer it could trust to get things done as soon as possible. Rider on the other hand… was rather questionable and could easily aid them as well as backstab them. Not to mention she had a bit of an obsession with all the males on the opposite side for being pretty.
But her biggest obsession seems to be with the Lancer clad in blue, and if it was remembering correctly. She had a major infatuation with that one, meaning she will most likely try to ride him like a horse, and that unfortunately meant having one less fighter focused on the fight. But still she was a good fighter when her libido was not going out of control which is why it sent her after the mostly female group with Berserker to take care of that lone male, which would become its biggest mistake when Berserker died.
Now it had to personally retrieve the Caster and kept him here so he would be able to make more and call upon some of the stronger members of its brethren. Still despite this setback what it gained for sacrificing Berserker proved to be very insightful and that also meant overwhelming the Archer with bigger, better, stronger, and tougher demons to lay waste against him so he could not use his singular yet horrifying ability against it and its goals. Ah now the trees were starting to bear fruit now another phase complete.
Good now one more if its objective has been compete, the trees were different from that of normal tress after all. These type of trees would grow faster and tougher the more and more spare magic energy was in the air. Which is why the demons were also out on a rampage tonight, the sheer numbers would have forced many of the Servants to use some of their more destructive powers and the aftermath of the excess mana flowing around would have gone into feeding the trees more and more magic to use and quicken its plan.
But for now it will lay low and now it might go down to the basement and top off its supply of mana and also have a nice meal in the form of a cooked human being. Wonder what it should eat tonight, legs served at rare or organs served raw with blood in cup to drink it all down. So many option to pick.
Kirei crushed another demon underneath his foot as Berserker charged right into another horde of demons and crushing them with his giant stone weapon that honestly looks like a combination of an axe and a bastard sword. He had to admit, it felt good to be kicking ass and taking names, wow he really needed to top picking up slangs from Caren's friends, as well as fighting monsters. The last time he had felt this much excitement in fighting another was when he was fighting the Magus Killer in the basement then.
Shaking out of his thoughts he just barely dodged a series of tentacle strikes from a bunch of demons and luckily did not get any vitals hit. But they did managed to hit him hard enough to leave bruises and cause him to wince a bit. He had to remember that he was no longer as tough and agile as he used to be about ten years back. That was also another thing that has changed in the last ten years or so and he got weaker.
Still though, he more than compensated for it with the experience he has gained over the last ten or so years and now he was still a pretty good fighter. Just now more refined with all the experience now as he stopped a blow to his lungs by raising his right leg and lowering his right elbow and intercepted the attack at the same time. taking advantage of it he narrowed his eyes as he used his remaining hand to grab the tentacle and forcefully pulled the demon towards him and he started swing it around like a lasso before he let it go and slammed it into more demons while the thrown one kept going until it crashed into the wall.
Then he dashed to the remaining ones there and jumped high up in the air before he threw all his of his remaining Black keys while keeping his more special ones in reserve and watch in grim satisfaction as they hissed as they disintegrated before his very eyes. Though he noticed one of the demon trying to crawl away refusing to let one of them go, he crushed the demon's back causing it to hiss as it turned to face him. It was faceless and it had nothing special to identify it by until it started to talk confusing him.
"All hail the Snake!" It managed to hiss out before it evaporated before his very eyes. Narrowing his eyes in thoughtful thinking it may be a hint to the Demon lord's identity. The Snake huh? Well now that is a rather unusual name for a demon lord but at least they have something to identity him by now.