Holy Grail War? Dragon Ball War

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So I thought of driving them away.

Hearing this, she suddenly understood.

Presumably at the last moment, Caster used all his remaining strength to try to mitigate the impact and protect himself.

But Assassin's punch was just powerful enough to kill him.

This resulted in the following outcome.

Thinking about this, Francesca felt a chill run down her spine as she looked at the wrinkled, bald man in front of her.

Not only does it possess formidable strength, but it also has such precise control.

It's difficult to assess what kind of "rescue" this was.

(Having fought to this extent, is he still able to handle things with ease?)

Taking a deep breath, Francesca was really hard to judge.

At least in her eyes, this bald man was truly a monster.

"How about cutting ties with Justice-kun? I'll be your Master, you know."

"I won't die so easily."

She tried to extend an invitation, but then realized that the man didn't take it seriously at all. Instead, he found a sheet to cover Felia with and then went to get tea and snacks.

"Ignore me?!"

"Children shouldn't participate in this kind of thing."

"I'm not a child."

"You look like a child to me, don't you?"

After being criticized like that, Francesca suspected that the other person was pretending to be stupid.

But after glancing at that fist, she ultimately chose to remain silent.

It's hard to say how powerful that punch that shattered the suppressive force was; at least, she herself wouldn't want to experience it.

(It seems she didn't care about the compensation issue.)

Saitama sat on the ground, feeling guilty, and thought to himself.

It seems that he forcibly pushed Caster out of the spaceship, causing localized damage.

Francesca didn't mention the problem of it breaking down; he pretended not to know.

"Oh, I found it."

"Is this the Dragon Ball?"

"It's so beautiful."

Instead of dwelling on Saitama's problem, Francesca turned her attention to Felia and started touching her inappropriately.

She retrieved the shimmering bead from the other person's body and admired it.

Although Fuyuki had witnessed it again through hallucinations fifteen years ago, it was still much better than actually touching and observing it.

"Unfortunately, I can't have it."

With a good sense of self, Francesca knew that the item did not belong to her.

The heroes who perished in this war were no ordinary people.

They are not easily swayed or misled.

Her skills are only good enough to deal with ordinary people, but against these monsters, she's just asking for trouble.

Look at the restraint that was just jumping around a moment ago, now it's truly nowhere to be found.

Francesca has examined Philia's condition and found that her physical body and magic are beginning to weaken significantly, never to return to their former state.

This clearly demonstrates that Inhibitory Force and Caster were "eliminated" by Assassin with a single punch.

“It’s really enviable.”

"As the Master, all you have to do is sleep, and the Heroic Spirit can easily bring back victory."

Francesca chuckled as she looked at Orlando, who was still clinging to life on the bed. She then went over and placed the Dragon Balls beside the bed.

"Well, we still need to repair the spaceship next."

Saitama shuddered as he said those words, then glanced back at them.

Francesca simply walked out of the area without saying anything else.

"call"

As he drank the cold tea, Saitama finally breathed a sigh of relief.

(Thankfully, she didn't notice. I'd better find an excuse to slip away.)

...............

Did Caster lose?

Goetia floated on the empty "ground," sensing the vanished aura as she murmured.

Aside from Berserker, this may be the first master-slave relationship to truly exit the game.

The final attack was terrifying, but it was a little scary that they didn't win even then.

At least Goetia felt that it was far more powerful than his own "human reason cannon".

Assassin

Even though we had overestimated the other party as much as possible in the past, it seems we were still a bit too conservative now.

I initially thought that death itself would be enough to eliminate him, but it seems that I still haven't achieved the desired result.

(But there is still a chance)

希望

Once upon a time, these were words that Goetia considered meaningless.

It is all just empty talk; when faced with true power, it is nothing more than the delusions of the weak.

But now, he needs to rely on this "hope," which is a truly poignant change.

Even someone as strong as myself has moments of prayer.

Is this the essence of life's yearning for the future, or simply an unwillingness to give up?

"We must first regain the initiative."

He placed Kuangqiu Chun in a unique space, so there was no need to worry that the Pale Knight would be affected and the Death Space would be unable to be reproduced.

The battle between Assassin and Caster has been decided; Goetia needs to make up for his losses first.

The Dragon Balls were taken by Berserker, and he couldn't just stand by and watch as a "bystander."

The best place to take action now is undoubtedly targeting Fujimaru Ritsuka.

It's somewhat ironic that only that unparalleled Master could directly take action.

"We still need to build a stage."

The environment in this area has been completely wiped out by Caster, leaving no place to even stand.

Therefore, Goetia needs to relocate first and then wait for an opportune moment to act.

Although the other party is currently with Saber as master and servant, it is only temporary.

Saber can't protect them forever.

As long as he continues to expand the domain of death, his opponent will not have an easy time either.

A vague premonition lingered in my heart

He and Fujimaru Ritsuka will soon have a destined battle to confront each other.

As for who will win, that's another matter.

But Goetia was convinced he would win.

Ordinary summoned heroes are useless against him, and the restraint of the Death Space is something humans cannot withstand.

There is absolutely no reason to lose this time.

.........

"Well"

Swallowing hard, Tini stared silently at the precipice-like ground in front of Belial.

The destructive power was astonishing; it didn't just completely level the Snowfield City, but enveloped the entire area.

If the Lancer hadn't blocked part of the damage, it would have been much greater.

Looking back now, those two heroic spirits must have had something special about them.

Unfortunately, she had no way of knowing which two riders had encountered each other, or who had won.

Is it the one that mobilizes the earth's spiritual veins or the unknown other party?