"Hurry!"
"Come over here!"
"The demons are coming!"
"Oh god!"
The cries of the indigenous people lingered in the basin, causing crowds to scatter in all directions, even into the surrounding mountains, just to distance themselves from the battlefield that had turned into their vision of hell.
The wild herd of deer summoned by Rozen also ran alongside the people, throwing the entire basin into chaos.
In this situation, the group of eight Servants engaged in the battle.
"Ha!"
Mash, like a war chariot, charged back and forth within the Dragon Tooth Warrior legion, emitting loud cries while continuously swinging the shield in her hand.
Facing such a monstrous legion alone was not unfamiliar to Mash.
Before Rozen returned, she underwent six months of rigorous training in Chaldea's simulated battles, experiencing battles where she faced hundreds, even thousands, of lizardmen alone.
Now, with Rozen constantly supplying magical energy, continually enhancing her strength, Mash not only didn't weaken but grew stronger.
Even though the number of enemies was astonishing, Mash effortlessly blocked all the Dragon Tooth Warriors, preventing a single one from reaching Rozen. Each was crushed and defeated, their bones scattering on the battlefield, gradually piling up.
Mash displayed combat proficiency that was once unimaginable, transforming from the inexperienced pseudo-Servant into someone who had been through countless battles.
In contrast, Scáthach and Berserker's battle surpassed human comprehension, resembling a mythological clash.
"Roar!"
Berserker continued to roar, the axe-sword in his hand turning into a deadly weapon that created a storm. With each swing, it was like a typhoon, causing the atmosphere to become chaotic, forming a vortex that continuously tore the earth apart. It kicked up dust and sand, creating a nightmare-like scene.
"Ha!"
Facing the nightmarish onslaught, Scáthach shouted, fearlessly advancing, closing the gap, her two spears lit up like two crimson wheels in a dust storm. Every movement transformed into numerous spear glows, meeting the stormy axe-sword with a dazzling clash.
"Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!"
The intense clashes of magical spear and axe-sword echoed continuously. Each collision sparked, creating a rain of sparks, causing shockwaves, leaving cracks in the ground and forming deep craters. It was extremely terrifying.
Scáthach and Berserker engaged in such a fierce battle. Their figures resembled lightning and meteorites, swiftly moving through the basin, intersecting with each other. In the blink of an eye, they exchanged blows over a hundred times, like a myth in action.
Thanks to this, the remaining Servants also clashed.
"Don't think you can escape again, Karna."
Arjuna, at some point, stood on the ground, his gaze fixed on Karna, his face and eyes filled with an unyielding determination.
"I've been waiting for an opportunity like this." Arjuna said in a deep voice, "Summoning Heroic Spirits to the surface is not something that can happen easily. Even in the Holy Grail Wars rumored to summon only seven Servants, it's a miracle to select seven from countless heroes and heroines, and they must have known each other in their lifetime. It's a one-in-a-million situation."
So, summoning two Servants who knew each other and had a connection to meet on the battlefield was truly a miraculous occurrence.
"Now... I've always... always... always waiting, just to defeat you, Karna!"
Arjuna finally let out a roar.
Facing the hero entangled with him throughout his life, Karna couldn't maintain his usual silence. His expression became solemn.
There was no way around it.
Arjuna had too many regrets regarding Karna.
Facing his life's greatest rival, Arjuna not only fought Karna in the final battle when Karna wasn't in optimal condition but also, more significantly, when Karna's chariot's wheels sank into the ground, Arjuna shot arrows from behind in an almost murderous way. This act had long become Arjuna's greatest stain and obsession.
Therefore, even in death, even as a record on the Throne of Heroes, Arjuna still dreams of having a fair and square battle with Karna.
For this...
"When I learned that you joined the indigenous nation, I immediately joined the Celtic side. After the indigenous nation was destroyed and you disappeared, I also immediately left the Celtic side and embarked on a journey to find you. Even after learning from Jason on the battlefield that you were here, I still came. It's not that I don't care if I'm being used; I simply don't care as long as the opponent is you!"
Arjuna spoke with an unusually obsessive tone.
"So, this time I won't let you escape, Karna!"
Saying this, Arjuna erupted with astonishing magical power.
It was a magical power that made Chaldea's instruments wail, and the people in Chaldea reacted with shock to the magical energy.
Facing Arjuna like this...
"I won't run away."
Karna, holding the divine spear, bathed in Arjuna's tidal wave of magic, declared calmly.
"Although I didn't wish for this battle, in truth, I also want to fight you again, Arjuna."
When saying these words, Karna's voice was exceptionally clear.
You see, under his mother's request, Karna promised never to harm the brothers unless necessary. There was only one exception.
That was Arjuna.
Only Arjuna had genuinely aroused Karna's fighting spirit.
In other words, not only was Arjuna attached to Karna, but Karna also highly valued Arjuna's existence.
The two were destined to be formidable rivals, destined to be opponents, unable to compromise.
"Boom!"
Flames erupted from Karna, overwhelming Arjuna's astonishing magical power.
At the same time...
"Do you want to obstruct me?"
Still standing on the treetops, Atalanta, who had already nocked an arrow in her bow, was immediately blocked by someone in front of her, causing her expression to darken.
Facing her, Rama, wielding the Immortal Blade, grinned.
"I don't want to owe any favors to Chaldea's Master, but I've been contemplating how to repay this favor, and I didn't expect the opportunity to come so soon."
Rama raised the Immortal Blade in his hand, and a pair of eyes sparkled with dazzling brilliance.
In this instant, the aura emanating from Rama surpassed that of Atalanta.
"Come!"
Rama declared.
"If you want to deal with the Master, defeat me first!"
Thus, the third pair of Servants' battle decisively began.
The entire basin transformed into a battlefield.