Humans or Heroic Spirits. As long as it is alive, it must have its limits.

Speed, strength, fitness, and thinking.

These cold data constitute the threshold for life. Although it can be infinitely close in theory, if you want to surpass it, you must rely on external forces.

Yes.

It is precisely because it is impossible to call it a threshold, a rule that has nothing to do with effort, a limit given by the heavens.

And now, in the face of Lancer's short spear, Saber is undoubtedly stuck with this rule.

“！！！”

Not to mention words, there was never even a chance to speak.

In a world of deceleration brought about by high mental tension, Saber's mind is running wild.

The tip of the gun was only half a meter away from the heart, and it took less than a moment. In this desperate time, Saber couldn't even lie down. She could only twist with all her might, deflecting the heart-aimed blow to her left shoulder.

But even then, only half a second was available.

Next, even restoring the armor will not help. On the one hand, it was because it was too late, and on the other hand, there was that red gun.

But this is not an opportunity.

The sharp yellow gun pierced Saber's left shoulder in one go, but Saber endured the pain and seized the opportunity to fight back.

In Lancer's consternation, he twisted his body and slashed the blade off, completing an offensive and defensive swap with a sword sharp enough to be called 'Broken Steel'. Sliced open Lancer's chest.

The battle was paused again, and the two men, who were also wounded, distanced themselves once more.

Saber had a smile on his face - albeit one step ahead of his opponent. But all the initiative has just changed.

If you are injured, it is lancer who is heavier. And when it comes to positive power, I'm stronger.

The time of surprise has passed, and the next step is to win as long as you play steadily.

"It was terrible, and I thought I was going to lose at that moment. ”

Lancer's wound heals quickly. Although it spreads from the chest to the abdomen, it seems as if even the internal organs are about to flow out. But the Heroic Spirit is a Heroic Spirit after all, as long as it is not absolutely damaged, it is only a foreign injury, and it can be repaired with magic power.

"Treat me too, Alice. ”

But......

"I, I'm doing it...... But ......"

However, the rules did not work with Saber.

"Huh......?"

"I'm already in therapy, but ...... Why doesn't it work?"

Whether it's the self-healing of the mana body, or Alice's healing magic.

It's all gone.

The damage inflicted by the yellow spear was etched on Saber's body.

"Red and Yellow Twin Guns...... Incurable and penetrating magic ......"

Saber gritted his teeth and finally figured out the identity of his opponent.

"Dilumudo...... Dilumudo?Audina. Little did I know that the Holy Grail would bestow the honor of participating in the tournament on you. ”

"It's the same with you, I can't be wrong about that sword. You're Arthur, aren't you...... I really didn't expect that the world-famous King Arthur turned out to be a woman. ”

So what's next?

Now that he can only use his right arm, Excalibur, who needs to 'swing with all his might', has been sealed away - but in the fight against the lancer, that 'special move' is meaningless. The time it takes to raise the sword alone is enough for Lancer to kill himself three times.

It's stupid to think about 'special moves' here, and instead of thinking about them, you should focus on something more meaningful - like how to retreat in the next battle?

Oh, oops.

There's no going backwards here.

Alice Phil was right behind her, and there was no option to back down here.

And even if only one arm remains. The probability of victory is still real.

Although he suffered a big loss for various reasons, the strength of the opponent is indeed below him. It doesn't matter if you only have one arm – after considering all the possibilities, your chances of victory are still 30%.

That's enough.

Charge, set up the red gun, and then take the yellow gun with a crippled body. Lock in a split second with your muscles and bones, then decide the winner in the next attack.

Distance and timing are important, but the most important thing is surprise.

Saber understands that the most important thing to defeat the lancer with this tactic is deception.

She must not let Lancer perceive her thoughts. Otherwise, this tactic, which is only a little better than the end of the world, will not work at all.

Thankfully, it's not that difficult.

Alice Phil was right behind her, and in Lancer's eyes, she was undoubtedly her own master.

It's not something to boast about, but it's a knowledge that can be exploited - as long as you're doing well, then in Lancer's perception, your tactics won't be aggressive.

“……”

Undoubtedly, this is a bit risky. But it doesn't matter, Saber knows it very well.

You can win.

Stand up, set up your sword. A smile crossed Saber's face.

"Very well, that's all it takes. You have to be a hero. ”

Lancer raised his twin guns like wings.

"But it's a pity that I won this battle!"

"Let's try it when it's ready!"

The atmosphere condensed again, and the solemn killing intent echoed between the two riders.

But at the moment when the momentum is about to reach its peak, the two must also make a move. But there was a roar of thunder from the sky.

“！？”

Lancer and Saber looked up in shock, and then saw Thunder's body.

It was a brilliant flying object, a thunder chariot that drove in the sky. It drew a dazzling straight line in the sky, and with a trail of lightning sparks, it headed straight for this direction.

"That's ...... What?"

Everyone was at a loss for what was happening in front of them - the power of the chariot was more important than the flight of the chariot.

They were two mighty bulls, with stubble muscles and thunderous hooves. Not only was their transcendent posture reminiscent of the supremacy of Mount Olympus—but the mere association was terrifying enough to make both warriors frown.

It is undoubtedly a treasure of the Servant.

It was a sign that the third Servant wanted to intervene in the battle.

However, just as Saber and Lancer were on guard and prepared for the worst - something hit the side of the chariot with a creepy scream.

The majestic chariot overturned in an instant, and the cry of the bull was extremely piercing.

"Who is it!?"

The roar of the charioteer's chariot resounded through the sky.

But it was not an answer that answered him, but an increasingly dense scream.

"What's going on!?"

In the distance, Emiya Kiritsugu already widened his eyes.

Unlike the antiques in the field, this sound was all too familiar to him. No matter where you are in the world, as long as this voice sounds in the sky, then in the next second, there will only be one thing coming.

That's death.

This is shelling.

Alice!!

For the first time, a feeling of horror rose in the bloodless and tearless man. But before he could open his mouth to warn, the shelling had arrived on the battlefield.

The incessant bombardment covered the entire area, smashing not only the targeted flying vehicles into the air, but also the entire port area.

Countless flames and explosions advanced like carpets, and wherever they went, the earth was dug up alive, leaving only deep craters in their wake.

This power!?

It is a howitzer, and the caliber is more than 100 mm.

It is impossible to achieve such a density without more than thirty guns—but how is this possible? There is no artillery battery in the nearby army.

Then it can only be a treasure. But who could be the Heroic Spirit with artillery as a treasure?

"It's a terrible sight. ”

In the next second, Kiritsugu's question was answered.

Accompanied by the shocking sound of stepping on the ground, a legion appeared in the military music, stepping out of the smoke that filled the port area, and they stepped on the neat drum beat and appeared in front of the three heroic spirits.

“……”

Just in an instant, all doubts disappeared.

Who is the enemy.

Where it came from.

And...... What the hell was going on with the attack just now.

"Saber and Lancer are willing to separate life and death, so let them go. Why meddle with it, you, all the good plays have been wasted by you. ”

Blue and white.

High military caps and sharp bayonets.

A man on a military horse appeared with his army, his gorgeous black uniform, a shining medal proving his martial prowess.

"French?"

These characteristics are so obvious - the uniform, the honor, the pride. As Valhalla, there is obviously only one era in which they can possess such brilliance.

"I am Michel Ney, Marshal of the French Empire, a veteran of His Majesty—while it is a pleasant thing to be on the sidelines, it is very troublesome, you...... If you break up the fighting, I'm going to have a headache. ”

"I'm a heroic spirit who mainly fights head-on, and if I don't take advantage of the opportunity for you barbarians to gather together, it will be difficult to do anything in the future. ”

Overflowing with smiles, the marshal on the horse raised his saber aloft.

Without waiting for the three Heroic Spirits on this side to say anything, he had already launched a unilateral attack.

"Are you ready, are you going to form an alliance? It's okay, let's die together!"