And now is the moment the weapons started their operation.
Enkidu mercilessly unloaded the anti-aircraft artillery on the boy watching them from above.
With loud explosions, the arcane gunpowder made of earth rhythmically detonated inside the cannons.
“...!”
The boy judged it would be easy to dodge cannonballs that flew in a straight line after looking at their trajectory, but this naive thought didn’t survive being put to the test.
Even after being fired, the shells are still Enkidu’s arcana.
They may not be able to make full turns, but they still could take tricky trajectories that defied the laws of physics. The boy immediately determined this was the case and chose not to dodge but to completely neutralize the projectiles with his defenses.
He accelerated his mind once again until his vision was in slow motion and search for a gap he could attack from.
However, in this slowed-down scene, the cannons’ firing speed hadn’t decreased as much as the speed of everything around it. It was out of pace. Mismatched.
He knew from Flat’s knowledge that one anti-aircraft gun can normally fire 12 shots per minute, but those were getting gradually faster than that.
“They’re... accelerating?”
The 8 anti-aircraft guns had reached the pace of 1 shot per second.
The advantage provided by the boy’s thought acceleration was being mitigated by the unfair power of a Servant’s Noble Phantasm.


Fate/Strange Fake: Volume 7, Chapter 21: "Beings Shaped in Man's Image"