My name is Elijah,

I'm thinking of a way to break the game.

40：46：19

[King's Army] is the strongest Noble Phantasm in Rider Iskander, and based on the intelligence gathered during the days of fighting, it can be judged that it is a powerful Noble Phantasm with its own inherent enchantment, a large number of unranked Heroic Spirits, and can be turned on at any time, and can force others into it.

Earlier, just before the two sides were about to collide, Saber · Alter was pulled into the inherent barrier of the King's Army, and in the face of the vast desert and the endless army of Heroic Spirits, she just coldly looked at the conquering king in front of her, who seemed to be expecting something.

"I'm waiting for your 'domineering'." The female knight in pitch black armor said.

"Huh?" Iskandar on the chariot scratched his head in surprise: "Don't you understand when you see this? ”

"Nope." Saber's dragon-like golden vertical pupils didn't fluctuate at all.

"Even if their bodies are destroyed, their heroic spirits are still called, and they are the legendary warriors of my righteousness!" Iskandar opened his hands to the Heroic Spirits: "Eternal friends who have traveled through time to respond to my summons, they are my treasures!" It's my way of overlordship! ”

Oooh oh——! The Heroic Spirits responded like a tsunami.

"You who follow the path of the lonely king, don't you have such friends?" Rider turned around and stared at Saber who frowned slightly: "You can choose to join me, and I will share with you the joy of conquering the world, no, conquering the universe!" ”

"So, even after death, you want to enslave them?" Saber· Alter's tone became even more indifferent, she raised her hand to stop Iskandar, who wanted to explain something, and stretched her pitch-black two-handed sword forward: "It just so happens that this is your inherent enchantment, so let me show you the so-called 'Lonely King'." ”

"Oh?" Rider raised a thick red eyebrow, "Please." ”

"[King of Britain, Chief Knight of the Round Table, Artoria Pendragon, is here for a round table discussion! 】”

Saber· Alter closed his eyes and said aloud.

A huge round table that was completely dark appeared in front of her, and more than a dozen apparitions of armored knights appeared on the seats surrounding the round table.

"[This king judges that Iskandar, the conquering king in front of him, is an enemy that must be destroyed, please start voting!] Saber raised his oath and sword of victory: "Approve or disagree! 】”

A pitch-black light enveloped the blade of the Broken Steel Sword as he spoke.

"[Gawain, Recognition]"

"[Jaylant, Approved]"

"[Gareth, Gares, Recognition]"

With a sound of "approval", more black light began to wrap around the pitch-black holy sword.

"[Lancelot, abstain]

"[Galahad, abstaining]"

......Saber looked at the two of them along with the other apparitions, and their figures vanished in an instant.

"[Bowes, Approved]" "[Bedwell, Approved]"

"[Kay, Approved]" "[Ranmarok, Approved]"

The Knights of the Round Table's deliberations continued, and while Excalibur didn't show any greater might other than being wrapped in more black light, Iskandar had already taken a defensive stance.

"[Posival, Approval]" "[Trist, Recognition]"

"[Kay, Approved]" "[Eckert, Approved]"

[Mordred, against!] 】”

The Knights of the Round Table turned en masse again, and this time the black apparition who voted against it did not intend to disappear at all, and although it could not say anything other than the comments, it was still expressing "no" with body language.

"[Merlin, approve of the results]", said a hooded figure who appeared outside the round table.

[End of roundtable commentary!] Recognize Iskandar and his Heroic Spirits as enemies! Allow the Holy Sword to be unleashed! 】”

The pitch-black round table disappeared in an instant, and the black light wrapped around the holy sword that was held high by Saber had formed a tornado-like vortex, and its power even caused the desert in the distance to begin to form a sandstorm confrontation.

"Rider, let us verify your domineering—" Saber swung his sword at Iskandar and the group of Heroes behind him, and the boundless black tide rushed towards them like a black wave falling from the sky.

"[Oath and Sword of Victory (Ex~calibur)! 】”

40：39：41

After the Heroic Spirits on both sides disappeared at the same time, Kiritsugu slowly drove the off-road vehicle to the top of the mountain road, while staring vigilantly at Webb, there was a Rider beside him who had specially summoned the Heroic Spirit to protect him in order to prevent the formation of a two-on-one here, and he could not carry out a sneak attack, but there was no guarantee that he would not take action with the protection of the Heroic Spirit.

However, until Kiritsugu left the place of battle and arrived at Hayashi Hao's side, Webber remained motionless with a puzzled expression that seemed to have something to figure out.

Most of the time I can't understand why Rider didn't just kill us, and to be honest, those so-called knights or fair fights are also difficult for Kiritsugu to understand, but that doesn't affect his use of those who follow this path.

"Can you get in the car yourself?" Kiritsugu got out of the car and looked at Lin Hao, who was sitting in a wheelchair at the corner of the mountain road, and said.

Maybe Rider took the little girl away just to force Saber into a one-on-one fight with him? After all, even if the Assassin disguised himself as himself to snipe Webb, he would have to hold his identity and not attack the Master who was completely unequal in strength.

"Yes, huh." Lin Hao snorted at Kiritsu, stretched out his hand to turn the wheelchair and walked to the car door.

The girl still didn't like her, Kiritsu lit a cigarette and thought, but what was Caster stuck up with? Would you leave your Master alone for so long? Although she has been acting alone and has never cared much about this master and let her take care of herself all the time, she usually controls the wheelchair except for Ellie who can push it by herself...... Wait a minute?! Magic control?!

"Kiritsugu!" Maimi's urgent voice rang out.

At the same time, a dagger glowing with black light stabbed into the back of Emiya Kiritsugu's waist.

40：31：52

"Hehe, if the lecturers of the clock tower knew that the genius in their eyes had made such a thing, they would die of laughter."

In the afternoon, there are not many pedestrians on the winter wood streets, and many residents will take a nap at this time, even if they do not have the habit of napping, and brave the scorching sun to rush to work or study in advance, there is a lazy atmosphere.

At this time, a "vehicle" that ordinary people cannot see is passing through the bustling shopping streets of Xindu at a very high speed, and its strange path does not touch any obstacles, and passers-by who pass by it will only feel a gust of wind blowing.

This "vehicle" looks somewhat like a giant portable shrine that is carried by at least sixteen people at some Japanese festivals associated with the gods, except that the place where the idol should be placed is replaced by two high-backed chairs, on which Kenneth and Sora sit side by side.

"Well...... this"

Hearing his fiancée's familiar, high-minded taunt, Kenneth felt lost and relieved at the same time, sure enough, Queen Sora, who was still in the "proud" mode, was easier to deal with, and looking at her slightly reddened cheeks, he knew that the previous "Jiao" experience was not without influence, maybe it would become the "complete body of the tsundere mode" that Weber once said - what did that stupid student learn from the Japanese game!

"I just want to make a means of transportation that can quickly keep up with Luna, and if I need power, I can summon spirits instead," Kenneth said, "Who knew that Japan would have such strange 'vehicles' and 'power'." ”

As the chief lecturer of the clock tower who is proficient in alchemy, summoning, and séance, Kenneth is sure that all of his steps are fine, so the reason for this strange situation could only be cultural differences—on what occasion could this "double chair carried by eight old ladies" be regarded as a "noble vehicle worthy of the queen's status"?

If it weren't for these old ...... Well, the old female soul is very enthusiastic about the so-called sedan chair, and it is powerful enough in itself, and if the speed of progress is extremely high, Kenneth would probably have already lifted the alchemy and summoning of this failure.

As for Luna...... Kenneth looked up into the air, where a silver-white figure was flying level, gliding, and ascending, continuing the cycle of level flight, and Luna, who had unexpectedly regained her sword and shield form, had gained the ability to maintain her flight with a strange series of movements, and was rushing in a straight line in the direction of Einzberen Castle - if only she hadn't suddenly determined to go to war against her allies.

"She said Saber killed her father," Sora began, "and that Berserker's real name was Lancelot, which could explain a lot as well." ”

"The problem is that we don't have a spell to restrain her," Kenneth thought about something else, "If we let her attack Saber alone, Caster might misunderstand us and decide to betray, and we'll be in trouble." ”

Whether it is Emiya Kiritsugu's scientific attack methods or Saber's superior force, it is not as big as the shock that Caster brought to Kenneth, what she understated was difficult for many prestigious magicians in the clock tower to do, worthy of the servant who appeared in Caster's rank, and it was because of her that Kenneth was able to take this Holy Grail War seriously, not just as a "magic game in the countryside".

Even if you can coldly dismiss the help she offers as if it didn't exist, you can't ignore the effects of being an enemy of such a powerful magician, and you must find a way to avoid outright hostility between the two sides, at least not until Tosaka Toshitomi's camp is completely defeated.

Boom Boom Boom –

As soon as the "Old Lady's Seat" left the new capital city, a huge roar like the roar of a fierce beast sounded behind it, and a huge golden motorcycle chased after it from behind, and quickly rushed to a position parallel to Kenneth.

"Yo, you're kind of a fun mount." The rider greeted briskly, and Kenneth couldn't help but feel a chill run down his back when he saw the rider's blonde hair, which was even brighter than his motorcycle.

It was Gilgamesh, the Ancient King.