My name is Elijah,

I'm protecting Webb and transforming the enchantment.

70：48：19

Rider piloted a B2 bomber and played a cobra maneuver in front of Gilgamesh, and the ancient king immediately chased after him in a figurative boat. Leaving only Ryunosuke and Berserker to deal with Saber in black armor - oh, and the newly left Brother Yanfeng Qili.

But even if a few Assassins were added, it wasn't enough for Black Saber to fight, Ryunosuke looked at Black Saber, who was pressing Berserker to beat him because he had no air pressure, and asked Senior Brother Qili to discuss retreat.

"Senior brother, the teacher called you home......" "Please ask Berserker to assist me in fighting off Saber, Ryunosuke."

"Huh?" Ryunosuke was stunned: "It can be, but I don't have a spell that can't control Berserker's actions-"

Then he was startled by the large spell that Qili had rolled up his sleeves to reveal.

"The complete spell transfer is more troublesome, equivalent to transplanting a magic circuit, but these defective products and fragments are no problem, reach out." "Oh......"

Ryunosuke showed the back of his hand with only faint traces left to Qili, and it could be vaguely seen that it was three entangled lightning bolts.

[......] Qili remembered the incantation, although there was a sound, but it could not be classified as a language, onomatopoeia, or even phonetic transcription, and in this strange sound, many small red fragments on his arm fell like ashes.

As they converged into a lightning bolt pattern on the back of Ryunosuke's hand, the cluttered spells on Kiri's arms began to reveal their original shapes, though still abstract, as the scraps vanished.

"Alright, order him to use the strongest Noble Phantasm." Qili withdrew her hand and said.

"The strongest? Is it the ability to transform into someone else? Ryunosuke touched the spell and turned his head to look at Berserker, who was getting more and more disadvantaged: "If he becomes Gilgamesh, we'll be dead, right?" ”

Although the Ancient King had a happy fight with Iskandar in the sky, if he found "himself" at this side, he would probably throw away thousands of Noble Phantasms even if he gave up the battle with Rider, accompanied by a rebuke full of murderous intent - "Bastard!" How dare you steal the image of this king!? ”

Ryunosuke was frightened by his own imagination.

“…… You just ordered, I studied the history of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. Obviously, Senior Brother Qili also thought of it, and his face was a little bad.

"Alright," Ryunosuke pressed the bolt of lightning, "in the name of the Spell, Berserker, use your strongest Noble Phantasm!" ”

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"Whoa!!"

The black berserker suddenly became completely defenseless, and smashed two logs in his hand at Saber as if he was going to exchange injuries for injuries, and Saber, who could not get treatment because the Master was not around, had to parry with his sword and cut a wound in Berserker's arm.

"Ahh

Saber· Even if Alter didn't hear Ryunosuke's order, he could feel the surging magic in his opponent's body, so he planned to attack first to prevent him from using the Noble Phantasm.

！！

However, a premonition as if facing a natural enemy made her stop slightly, as King Arthur with the heart of a red dragon, she had experienced countless cruel and dangerous battles, and she had never felt such a trembling feeling as if she had encountered a natural enemy.

Even if she immediately put this emotion aside, her movements were still a little slower.

With a thud, the black mist around Berserker exploded, revealing its original form—it was an incomparably delicate and beautiful piece of pure white heavy armor that glittered in the morning sun, and the ice blue and golden stripes that wound around it made it even more luxurious.

The helmet vanished, and his shoulder-length hair curled slightly, revealing a handsome but melancholy face that was staring at Saber with a "hatred of iron is not made of steel" gaze.

"Well, I expected it, but it's funny that even the expression is exactly the same, Lancelot." The black-armored Saber held his sword in front of him and looked at Berserker from afar.

"You're not King Arthur—" Berserker, or Lancelot, the Knight of the Round Table, glared at Saber viciously, his voice hoarse from a long roar, "or rather, you don't deserve to be called King Arthur!" ”

"Not to mention that I 'was' the King Arthur in your heart," Saber scoffed, "and you still have to protect her image even if you betrayed her?" Do you think this is atonement? ”

"You pseudo-king—"

"If my Lancelot saw you, he would probably kill you without hesitation," although he still felt the breath of natural enemies from Lancelot, Artoria still said without hesitation: "Although he is called a rebellious knight because of his unconditional opposition to any of my decrees, his initiative to propose marriage when I was about to marry Guinevere, and the deliberate killing of the enemy generals I am about to release, etc., he has never, never, betrayed, and the country." ”

"Neither do I—" "France is an enemy country. ”

"Wow, ah, ah, ——!" The black helmet, which had disappeared, reappeared on Berserker's head, and he began to roar loudly again.

"Huh, just pretend to be crazy if you can't say it?" Saber said contemptuously, but his hands gripped the hilt of his sword, for Berserker's sense of natural enemy was too strong to ignore.

Wearing only a helmet, Berserker pulled out of thin air from his waist a black half-sword with an ominous blood mark in the center, pointing it at Saber.

"Heh, [Lake Light Without Regrets]?" The source of the sense of natural enemies was determined, and Saber relaxed instead: "It turns out that your British dragon has not been killed yet." ”

In Saber·alter's memory, all the dragons in Britain and the surrounding area were killed by Mordred, not even the larger lizards, and the child seemed to want to make a weapon with the attribute of "dragon slayer" to challenge Artoria with the heart of a red dragon, but the plan failed completely, and in the end, the sword seemed to be named by her "gorgeous rebellion against my father"?

"[Reach the end, break through the limit, O king on the other side, please look at this light-]" The long sword in Lancelot's hand began to emit a surging blue light.

"Hehe, let me completely shatter your illusion of atonement, you destroy the round table, kill your comrades, and your sins are unforgivable." Saber· Alter took a half-step back, and the low-hanging black Broken Steel Sword began to absorb the light around it.

"[The chains are all broken? Aroundight Overload! ”

"Excalibur of Oath and Victory!"

The two rays of light black and lake blue all shot straight towards each other with an indomitable momentum.

70：44：16

There were two flying machines in the sky, one gold and one black, chasing each other, and the huge roar in the back mountain continued, and even the sound of explosions and swords clashing was heard one after another inside the Western-style pavilion.

Webb felt that he couldn't be more stupid to honestly inspect the enchantment around the Western-style Pavilion here, and to carry out a ring-shaped and in-depth transformation in strict accordance with its chains.

However, it is not all for nothing, at least the high concentration of magic that originally enveloped the entire hill has been reduced to the surroundings of the Western-style Pavilion, and even if it erupts now, it can be resisted with the skills of Mr. Kenneth and Mrs. Sora, and as for herself, she should be able to protect herself.

Webb turned his face away and looked at Caster, who seemed to be absent-minded not far behind him.

Rather than the high-sounding excuse of "not analyzing the enchantment of the allies", Webber prefers to believe that the "Winter Saintess" is too troublesome to help him transform the enchantment—just see that she doesn't even have trouble walking and floats with magic.

"I always feel like you're thinking something rude." Caster floated in front of Webb, staring at him as he walked backwards.

"I'm thinking that it's going to be the last barrier on the outside right now," Webber said without changing his face, "The magic disturbance generated after the transformation will make everyone inside the mansion find out that Kenneth is okay, if there is an Assassin rushing out to attack, it will be troublesome." ”

"Well, don't worry." Caster summoned a round, transparent ball of water in the palm of his hand, which flowed and froze until it turned into a clear ball of blue crystal.

As if sensing Caster's distraction, a pitch-black shadow suddenly burst out of the back garden of the mansion, and two daggers, one red and one blue, stabbed at Webber's back viciously.

"Smack." The puck in Caster's hand hit the Assassin's arm first, and he quickly turned into an ice sculpture centered on the spot where it was hit, and the next moment he fell to the ground and shattered due to his own inertia.

Webber continued to walk towards the final enchantment, without even looking back, in these ten minutes of getting along, every time Caster began to play with ice and water inexplicably, it was a precursor that an Assassin was about to rush out and be solved, and the unlucky ghost just now was the ninth.

"Speaking of which, it's not bad that this Holy Grail War summons Servnt as a thug, at least it won't leave a corpse," Webb heard Caster say in the back, "A séance or a summon will do." ”

You're a Servant yourself, right?

"What other kinds?" Uncontrollably curious, Webber asked.

"Charm critters, summon otherworldly creatures, and even find mercenaries," Caster shook his head, "Bloody rivers flow as soon as they start fighting—fortunately, this time the masters are good." ”

"As for the consequences, for example, in your foreign mansion, if some small animal accidentally breaks in and dies in a corner that is difficult to find...... Wow~" Caster's tone was obviously disgusted, "It's still good for me to deal with it, but I'm running out of space lately, why don't you take it out and open an exhibition hall?" ”

What to do with it and where to store it...... No, forget it, Webb felt that if he continued to ask, he would risk losing his mind, so he resolutely shut up.

And at this moment, the constant blasting sound of the back mountain stopped, and was replaced by some strange whistling sound, which sounded like a train was coming head-on?

Before he could tell what it was, he saw Caster jerk himself down and place no less than three layers of circular ice wall in the direction from which the sound came.

Judging from Caster's previous experience of being able to solve Assassin with only fist-sized water balloons, this time it should be some kind of powerful-

Rumble!! A torrent of black and blue magic slammed into the ice wall.

- Treasure Phantasm Direct Attack.