By the time the scorching wind cleared, the bridge was empty.

Such a huge fluctuation of magic power, coupled with the fact that Rider was driving the Shenwei wheel all the way, did not hide his whereabouts at all, which naturally alarmed some people who were patrolling and monitoring the surroundings.

On the riverbank next to the bridge, a man in a black trench coat watched all this, and he was a staff member affiliated with the Templar Church.

Without hesitation, he immediately passed on the news to his partner that Rider and Caster had fought each other, and this information was quickly passed on to the overseer of the church.

In a small church very close to Mt. Enzang, in the dark basement, there was a sound of footsteps.

Yan Feng Qili, who had become the interim overseer not long ago, had just learned that crucial information.

Holding the golden cross in his right hand, Father Mapo walked outward, and with each step, his heart became more and more excited, and he could not help but blurt out the holy words of blessing.

"He revives my soul and guides me in the path for his name's sake, and though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for thou art with me!"

The man was at Liudong Temple.

Father Mapo's eyes flashed with a look, he must ask clearly, what reason does a man who is a magician killer have to pursue the Holy Grail?!

Emiya Kiritsugu is just a mercenary, a bounty hunter, a hyena who takes money to do things, and he has always walked in the dark of the world.

What desire could such a person have to compete for the Holy Grail?

As for saying that he was in it for money, Yan Feng Qili himself felt ridiculous.

If the magician killer is for money, there is no need to come to the Holy Grail War, and the cost is not proportional to the risk.

Maybe it's the same as him, or maybe it's some other interesting reason......

Thinking like this, Yan Feng Qili suddenly became excited in his heart, and he actually had a strong sense of expectation.

Last time he lost too badly, but this time, in order to continue to challenge that man, he specially borrowed some "treasures" from the Hero King to arm himself!

It's sure to surprise you!

The thought of being able to fight the magician killer again, Father Mapo punched to the flesh, and the knife was bloody, and his heart overflowed with pleasure, and the blood churning in his body became even hotter.

Step by step, he stepped up the steps, chanting the holy words in his mouth:

"Thy rod and thy rod are comforting me. Before my enemies thou hast set a feast for me; Thou hast combed my head with ointment, and hast overflowed my cup of blessing. Grace and mercy will be with me all the days ......of my life."

He soon came to the outside of the church and looked at the mountain not far away.

This is not the Fuyuki Cathedral located on the spiritual vein, but a small church located closest to Liudong Temple.

Soon, a golden rain of light emerged.

Wearing a beautiful piece of gold armor, the Hero King stood in the cold wind with his hands on his chest, staring at him with a pair of blood-red eyes.

"Qili, you look happy."

"The Holy Grail is coming, Gilgamesh, aren't you looking forward to it?"

"Hmph, this king also wants to see if the treasures that a group of miscellaneous cultivators are desperately fighting for are worth collecting."

"The timing is just right, let's go!" There was a rare glimmer of a smile on Father Mapo's stiff face.

They galloped towards the mountain not far from their field of vision, but when they reached the foot of the mountain, Father Mapo chose to split up with the Hero King.

…………

The huge moon ring hangs on the deep night, the sky is full of stars, and the front gate of Liudong Temple is deserted.

In the cold air, Saber's expression was serious, and he had already changed into the silver-white knight's armor that swirled with cold light.

She held the hilt of her sword with one hand, her invisible holy sword stuck in the ground, and her beautiful emerald eyes stared at the steps ahead, without the slightest slackening.

Equally meticulous is the Einomiya Kiritsugu.

The magician killer leaned his back against the mountain gate, holding a distant crystal ball in his hand, and there was indifference in his dark pupils.

"Knight King, is it worth it to change the end of a doomed demise in exchange for a milder death, at the cost of possibly erasing one's own existence?"

Kiritsugu's calm words rang out, probably not expecting him to take the initiative to talk to her, Saber was stunned for a moment.

Glancing back at the paralyzed Master, Artoria's lips moved slightly:

"It's my choice, miracles come at a price. Kiritsugu, why did you do this?

Since you love your wife and daughter deeply, why didn't you take them away in the first place? ”

"Nothing, miracles come at a price. The seat called happiness is limited, some people sit on it, others have no place.

Sometimes, for the sake of the happiness of the many, the few have to be erased. ”

He vowed to save as many people as he could, and that's it.

There is no distinction between high and low lives saved, and no reason or background affects the scale of weighing sacrifice and redemption.

So he has always lived with this mentality, thinking that thinking about the meaning of his actions is a foolish thing.

Just get your hands dirty.

The two stopped talking, and silence fell back in front of the mountain gate.

The exchange was brief, only three paragraphs in total, but Saber and Emiya Kiritsugu felt something at the same time.

Artoria understood why she didn't like Kiritsugu, and in addition to his despicable methods, it was more that the other party was the same kind of person as her!

Aside from the means, Kiritsugu may not be any different from her.

At the beginning, for the sake of the overall situation, in order to win the war, she squeezed the supplies of many small villages to use as armaments, and also made them leave their homes.

It was a choice, choosing to sacrifice a small number of people for the survival of the majority, and indeed of Britain.

The same is true for Emiya Kiritsugu.

He chose to sacrifice some people, including his father, adoptive mother, wife, and perhaps himself, for the opportunity to achieve his ideals.

To some extent, the two people think about problems in a similar way, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are the same kind of people.

But just because you like each other doesn't mean you like each other.

Saber and Emiya Kiritsugu have a bad relationship, and if it weren't for the influence caused by Rennes, they would have almost torn their faces apart.

At the end of the day, Saber doesn't like himself, and so does Emiya Kiritsugu.

They have given a lot, but they are still failures, and they no longer believe in their own abilities and begin to hate their incompetence.

What's even more fatal is that the two have one thing in common at the moment - they have pinned their last hope on the Holy Grail.

In this way, the presence of the other party is particularly eye-catching.

Two people who are frantically struggling with the last straw.

Looking at each other, it was like looking in a mirror, and I could see from the inside that I was struggling in pain, and I could see that I was already covered in bruises.

The atmosphere was slightly dreary.

Emiya Kiritsugu doesn't sympathize with Saber, and neither does Saber, they just find each other particularly annoying.

A ray of golden light flashed on the crystal ball, and a cold sword gradually enlarged, and the image on it quickly disappeared.

Obviously, the demon placed at the foot of the mountain has been killed.

"Sure enough, the other party seized this opportunity, the hero king is coming, Saber, it's up to you here."

Emiya Kiritsugu put down the crystal ball and walked towards the back gate of Yanagito Temple.

Saber's eyes were cold, his expression was slightly solemn, and he asked, "Kiritsu, where is Archer's Master?" ”

"If you don't show up with him, just leave it to me." Emiya Kiritsugu's back faded away, and the voice drifted from behind.

The Magician Killer strode towards the back mountain, and he didn't have to guess to know that Yanfeng Qili would attack Liudong Temple from the rear after Archer and Saber had fought each other.

"Kiritsu, be careful, I think he took the initiative to separate from the servant and chose to fight with you, and he will definitely be prepared."

Saber seemed to have thought of something, and reminded with a serious expression.

She knew that Yan Feng Qili was Kiritsugu's defeated man, but because of this, she was worried that Kiritsugu would underestimate the enemy.

If the opponent dares to challenge again, there must be hole cards.

"I know, someone reminded me."

Saber was stunned by Kiritsugu's emotionless words, which she had only now thought of.

And Wuming didn't even expect this?

It was expected that Yan Feng Qili and the Hero King would split up and challenge Kiritsugu again, which was also too scary or cautious.

Only then did the Dull Mao King realize that even if his strength was very strong, Wuming had never been careless.

She subconsciously glanced at the ring in her hand.

What will be the hole card he sent?

After saying hello to the little grail keeper in the Liudong Temple, and asking him to act according to the plan, Daddy Kiritsugu quickly came to the back mountain and hid his traces.

Thinking of Wu Ming's words, the magician killer subconsciously touched his chest, revealing a sneer.

'Kiritsu, if Yan Feng Qili tries to fight you again, be careful, maybe he is prepared. ’

He admits that he was a little dismissive of the other party because he had defeated Yan Feng Qili outside Einzberen Castle last time, and Wuming's reminder made him vigilant.

So, he was cheeky and asked Wuming to prepare some gifts.

Unknown enemies are terrible, and without understanding the enemy, it is impossible to analyze the opponent's capabilities and behavior patterns, and it is difficult to formulate a battle plan.

But after knowing what the other party is, Daddy Kiritsui will not have any fear at all.

Left and right are just desperate, who is afraid of whom?

………

The sky seemed to be cut in half, the hot sun scorched the earth, and the brilliant galaxy shone with brilliance.

The field of vision is vast, and the ground also presents two very different scenes, as if two puzzles of different colors and patterns are put together.

Billowing scorching yellow sand and red wilderness divide the land.

Yellow sand occupies about three-quarters of the area, while wilderness occupies a quarter, but the red rocks and soils continue to spread, eroding the dry desert.

In the desert, a mirage-like phantom emerges,

The shadows of the figures and horses increased by multiples, and the formations were listed, and the figures gradually took on a sense of color and three-dimensionality, and a group of horsemen quickly turned into entities.

They are sturdy and imposing, dressed in ornate armor and armed with spears or swords.

For Weber, this was the second time he had seen the majesty of the king's army.

He already knew the true meaning behind this treasure, and the sense of awe in his heart was stronger than when he saw it for the first time, and it deeply shook his heart.

This is the pride of being with the king, and this is the joy of fighting side by side with the king, which makes people's blood boil.

Now, he seems to be one of them.

But what really surprised Webb was the scene on the other side.

It was like a blood-stained wilderness, with countless ownerless swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, clubs, and clubs...... Like a piece of tombstone, it is inserted in a rocky mound or flat ground.

On the earth, blood and fire were burning, spreading to the end of the horizon, and in the sky, the stars were shining, like a brilliant Milky Way flowing and rushing.

The stars are dreamlike, vast and magnificent.

And on the crimson wilderness, there are countless corpses that seem to be real and illusory.

Knights in silver armor, cavalrymen in green cloaks, huge humanoids, hairy werewolves, vampires with bat wings......

Wuming stood in the wilderness, his snow-white hair dancing in the wind.

The phantoms of countless corpses piled up around him, the stars shone, the blood and fire were swirling, and many weapons were inserted in the wilderness, arching him like tombstones.

"Rider, is that an inherent enchantment too?" Webb's mouth opened slightly, and his eyes were very shocked.

What does a person go through to show such a tragic and spectacular mental landscape, it is almost like hell and heaven are intertwined.

"That's right, an enchantment that is not inferior to the King's army, but it unfolds a little slower than mine."

The Great Emperor looked very strange and replied by touching his chin.

He glanced up at the sky, which had been divided into night and day, about the same size, but on the ground, the yellow sand was nearly three times the size of the wilderness.

Still, the crimson wilderness is still expanding.

On the other hand, Wren was not surprised by this, his infinite sword system had broken through the limit, and it was not inferior to the king's army in terms of scale.

It also opens in seconds, but the length of the spell will determine how quickly and slowly the inherent enchantment unfolds.

He was only halfway through his chanting when the king's army took shape.

The Emperor's inherent enchantment is faster than his, because the enchantment is not formed by his own magic power, and the army of servants he summons will carry a certain amount of magic power.

Together with his army, he built this small world, and of course he was faster than Wren alone.

However, how powerful it is, you have to fight to know.

Webber looked at the still expanding wilderness and suddenly became excited, and hurriedly shouted:

"Rider, hurry up, in a little while, the barrier of Wuming will be even greater, and the advantage will be gone."

The Emperor laughed and swept through the countless weapons on the wilderness, thoughtfully.

However, he decided to test it first, drew his saber and shouted:

"How strong the enemy is, I'm sure you all saw it, brothers! Show our domineering power to the enemy on the other side! ”

"Oh oh!!"

Columns of sergeants echoed Iskandar's roar, letting out earth-shattering shouts.

Looking at the strange mental landscape on the other side, they could also feel that the opposite side was definitely an immortal enemy.

But they will not be afraid.

Glorious and powerful elite knights, their bonds with the kings of conquest even cross the gap between the present world and the underworld.

This group of warriors who have ascended to eternity will not care where the battlefield is - as soon as the conquering king reveals his tyranny again, the courtiers will immediately rush to the monarch's side, no matter where he is in the world!

In the next moment, thousands of troops in the king's army raised the rolling yellow sand, shook the earth, and rushed towards Rennes!