Not far from the battlefield, a jeep was rapidly approaching. The cat-eared girl, who had been chasing this distinctly futuristic-style jeep, leaped onto the vehicle's roof.
Aslan wasn't surprised that Atalante chose to jump onto his vehicle. He could already feel the magical energy continuously gathering on the girl. Of course, even without gathering magical energy, wasn't it normal for Atalante, after chasing for so long, to choose to rest a bit on his car roof to prepare for the upcoming battle?
Atalante, standing on the roof of the car, showed no signs of fatigue. She looked at the lightning, flames, and explosions continuously erupting from the distant battle, and listened to the sounds of combat that were louder than thunder. She slowly raised the weapon in her hand, then drew her beloved treasured bow. Although it was not a divine weapon, it was by no means a common item. After all, this bow had received the blessing of the moon goddess, Artemis.
Relying on this longbow, she could offer prayers to the sun god Apollo and the crescent moon goddess Artemis.
"Alright. The hunt is on...!"
Atalante believed there was nothing her bow and arrow could not hunt, no victory her weapon could not bring. Even if the opponents were Heroic Spirits, it was the same. Even if there was more than one opponent, it was the same! As a hero of the Argo, one of the many myths who had completed the great adventure, a rare female hero of Greece, if she didn't even have this level of resolve and thought, if she didn't even have the courage to hunt a Heroic Spirit, that would be far too shameful!
Before she joined this battle, she would first send everyone a great gift. Two arrows were nocked on the Celestial Bow. They then emitted a brilliant light. Aiming at the sky, she released her hands.
As these arrows, carrying magical energy and prayer, disappeared into the heavens, a brilliance like the Milky Way, with specks of gold and blue light, spread out. It was dreamlike, yet filled with killing intent. This was a magical arrow bombardment from two deities.
"An offering to the two great gods... [Phoebus Catastrophe]!"
This attack, descending from the sky, naturally interrupted everyone's battle.
The armor on Mordred's shoulders quickly transformed, and a helmet directly covered her entire head. Then, relying on her own powerful physical abilities and instinct, she prepared to forcibly dodge amidst the bombardment. At worst, she would just use the demonic sword in her hand, using crimson lightning to forcibly blast open a safe area.
Avicebron's reaction was relatively swift. A giant rock golem directly picked up Frankenstein and brought her to his side. Then, more rock golems rose from the ground, completely enveloping him in the center. These rock golems were like a stone castle built out of thin air.
Estée Lauder, in turn, raised the hands of her mecha. Using the mecha's ability to summon elements in large quantities, she completely wrapped herself in the center. At the same time, her heart was filled with helplessness.
How was it that before she could even finish breaking up the fight, someone else had come to launch a bombing attack? This was too much, really too much!! However, even if she were to shout loudly, "All of you, stop! Don't fight anymore," the current her did not have the ability to suppress so many people. Even if she summoned her own supreme masterpiece, it would be the same. At most, she could contend with them, but she couldn't beat them into submission and forcibly stop them.
The bombardment of the Noble Phantasm was like flipping the ground over directly. It reshaped the terrain of this area far from the city, directly creating a small, not-too-deep pit. Of course, this so-called "not too deep" was in comparison to a meteorite crater. If this current pit were to be filled with water, it could also form a pond.
It had to be said that conducting a Great Holy Grail War in Romania was simply like coming to this country to carry out a terraforming project. Why couldn't the Great Holy Grail War be held in the Gobi Desert of China? It would be best to plow over all the rocky Gobi, deep into the ground, and then turn up the soil underneath. Perhaps one could even more effectively plant some trees. Of course, if the Great Holy Grail War were to be directly limited to Mount Fuji on a certain island nation where life is good, that would be even better, if the world allowed the Far East to just sink.
The current Estée Lauder was a bit envious of why she didn't have Aslan's kind of power. In Estée Lauder's calculations, if her supreme masterpiece could reach the same height as Aslan's, she should be able to forcibly suppress all the participating Heroic Spirits now.
When all the bombing was over, it was also when Aslan arrived, driving his car. The sound of the brakes drifting naturally also attracted everyone's attention. Atalante, in particular, directly raised her longbow, aiming at every Heroic Spirit before her. "I am Archer of Red! I am here to join the battle!"
A crimson thunderbolt shot into the sky. Mordred pushed aside the rock blocks that were pressing on her, a bit of black smoke still rising from her body. At this moment, Mordred was slightly regretful. Why was only her helmet a Noble Phantasm? If her entire suit of armor were a Noble Phantasm, blocking this attack wouldn't have been so troublesome. Of course, this Noble Phantasm release also made Mordred feel a bit of anger and complaint. "Are you trying to blow up your own side too?!"
Atalante glanced at Mordred before her and gently shook her head. "All of us Heroic Spirits had a meeting before the battle officially started... I see, you're the Saber who chose to act alone? My apologies. We had not met before this, so I did not know you were here."
Atalante naturally would not back down from this questioning, which carried a hint of complaint and anger. In the eyes of this heroine, her own actions were not wrong.
"Tch! As expected, I can't get along with you guys!"
As soon as her voice fell, Aslan flipped out of the driver's seat. A holy spear appeared in his hand and he thrust forward. The dagger in Jack's hand was knocked to the side by the spear.
Then, the holy spear in his hand swung to the side, and the holy banner unfurled. The holy light temporarily blew away a portion of the mist. Atalante, in turn, raised the bow in her hand. After seeing that the enemy before her was a child, she was stunned for a moment, but still gritted her teeth and released the string in her hand. The arrow shot out and successfully embedded itself in Jack's chest.
In a city not far away, Jack's Master raised her own arm, her eyes full of fear. Jack could not die just like that. On one hand, she was still a child. On the other hand, she had not yet repaid Jack's life-saving grace.
"By the stacked order of three Command Spells! Jack! Live!"