Chapter 1468: A troublesome foe
Chapter 1468: A troublesome foe
“You two.”
He pulled Miyu and Illya out of the wrecked wall.
“Are you okay?”
“W-Wu-Yan-nii…”
Miyu shook her head.
“I am fine.”
She stood up again.
Berserker’s ram attack pierced their barriers and harmed Miyu.
With the magical regen granted by the Kaleido Sticks, Miyu was good as new.
Illya is also physically fine.
However, unlike Miyu, she was pale from shock. She also gripped Wu Yan’s sleeve tightly like she was holding onto a float in an ocean. She is no longer bubbly. She felt only…
Fear.
The fear of death.
Illya is just a 10-year-old girl.
Unlike Miyu’s past and her experience with supernatural events, one cannot expect her to be dauntless in front of death.
After getting hurt, it has finally dawned on Illya that fighting Heroic Spirits isn’t fun and games.
“Illya…”
Miyu turned dark.
Wu yan can feel Illya going cold, he can’t bear to see her like this.
“Relax, Illya.”
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He entrusted Illya to Miyu.
“Don’t be afraid.”
He gave her a warm smile.
“I got you.”
“O-Onii-san…”
Illya grabbed his hand still.
“You’re not alone.”
He gave her small hand a tight squeeze.
“Miyu and the other sisters are here for you.”
“But…”
She is still terrified.
“But…”
“It’s fine.”
He reassured her.
“I will wrap this up quickly. Just sit here and calm down, okay?”
“Onii-san…”
Wu Yan’s bright smile calmed her down somewhat. Redness returned to her face.
Miyu also sighed in relief.
“Miyu.”
Giving Illya another rub on the head, he told her to retreat.
“Retreat to Rin and Luvia’s side. I need you to keep an eye on Illya.”
“What?”
Miyu hesitated.
“What about the enemy?”
“He is beyond your capabilities.”
His eyes narrowed.
“We will handle this.”
Roarrr
Berserker bellowed as if to mock Wu Yan for his hubris.
Two figures crashed into a nearby wall.
The trio looked at the source of the chaos.
Roarrr
Berserker was pierced with dozens of iron swords. Its heart also had a huge hole from Hinagiku’s sword attack. Its skin was charred black by lightning.
Berserker was forced onto his knee but his head remained high.
Despite suffering injuries that would have killed other heroes, Berserker continued to shine brightly with a red sheen.
Then, his injuries started recovering as the iron swords embedded in him were pushed out.
Rawrrr
When the red lights faded, he was good as new.
He is now in his pre-fight state.
“No way!”
Rin and Luvia gasped in horror.
“H-How?!”
Illya and Miyu also couldn’t believe it.
“I see…”
Wu Yan turned grave.
“The God Hand’s effect.”
The Twelve Trials of Hercules made it so that the Noble Phantasm didn’t just revive Hercules, he will become immune to the same attacks that killed him.
In other words, slashing, piercing, and heart traumas will no longer harm Berserker.
This is the terrifying effect of God Hand.
A fight against Berserker will grow tougher as he adapts and becomes more resilient.
Of course, this means it only has 11 lives left.
They must kill him eleven times to bring it down.
“Man…”
Wu Yan still can’t believe how tricky this opponent is, even though he had researched its skills.
“Talk about a pain in the ass.”
“Yes, tell me about it.”
An individual climbed out of the destroyed wall.
“I expected his resurrection but I still got hammered once.”
Hinagiku said while praising her Miko outfit.
“This Moving Church is so sturdy. He punched me hard but I felt nothing.”
“Try getting hit thrice.”
Mikoto complained.
“Your speed helped you evade attacks. Fortunately, we had the Moving Churches. Otherwise, one hit would have killed us.”
“The Moving Church has a limited supply of magic power. Once that runs out, getting hit would still hurt.”
“The stronger the attack, the greater the mana consumption on-hit. The outfit will burst if you take too many attacks.”
“A storage of mana?”
Hinagiku and Mikoto said.
“Doesn’t that mean the outfit is similar to that monster’s God Hand?”
“In a way.”
He said.
“Either we finish its revival limits or we lose all the mana in the barrier outfits.”
“A battle of attrition.”
She chuckled with lightning bouncing around her.
“Okay, what now?”
“I say…”
Hinagiku raised her Shirosakura.
“There is only one thing to do.”
“This attrition battle…”
Wu Yan poured out mana.
“We fight!”
Roarrr
Berserker raised its huge fists as if to beckon the three fighters to step forth.
The trio gave each other one last look before smiling.
“Okay, let’s go!”