Falling from the roof, Gilgamesh walked straight towards Artoria. Although the arrogant behavior of the other party was annoying, Artoria did not take any precautions because she did not feel hostile.

"If only you could overcome me. There was no anger, Artoria said flatly.

This is also the price of being able to get what he wants from him, in order to save Alice Phil, Artoria and Gilgamesh made an agreement, if Gilgamesh wins the final battle, then Artoria must agree to become the other party's princess. And if Artoria wins, the Noble Phantasm will be Artoria's trophy.

Although Artoria has absolute confidence in herself, it is still quite risky to make this bet in the first place, but she has no other way for Alice Phil.

Therefore, this battle cannot be lost no matter what, not only because you can't accept this kind of thing, but also because the dignity of the king cannot be desecrated.

"Come on, this king has been looking forward to this moment coming, before it was just a boring drama of a group of rats, only at this moment, is it really a battle between kings!"

With a gentle wave of his hand, the magnificent wine utensils emerged from the king's treasure. It was the famous wine of the gods drunk at the King's Feast, and Gilgamesh poured the remaining wine from the bottom of the bottle into two glasses.

"Holy King of Britain, this king recognizes your merits!"

Taking the floating wine glass, seeing the hero king raise his glass, Artoria smiled slightly in response. Your own glory is not something that can be denied by others with a word, but if you can be recognized, it should be a happy thing. With this, Artoria doesn't care about having a drink with Gilgamesh, after all, the other party is indeed a real hero.

"You are the first person recognized by this king except for Enqidu, and you are the first woman this king likes. In any case, the king will get you. ”

As the most ancient king, Gilgamesh only has what he wants, and nothing he can't get. He was arrogant, he never had to hide what he thought, he always said what he wanted, and although the tone was always extremely annoying, this was Gilgamesh. The king who is never bound by anything and only abides by the rules he has drawn up.

'Bang dang...'

"I'm still the same thing, better than me. Artoria slammed the glass on the ground and said coldly.

"The king's decision cannot be changed even if it is the gods, so obediently become my possession, Saber!"

The group of treasures floating in the air seemed to understand the master's mood, and shook its sharp blades as if threatening to approach Artoria. The haughty Heroic Spirit never felt that anyone could be his opponent, even if it was as powerful as Artoria. In his eyes, there are no rivals who compete on an equal footing, enemies only deserve to be toyed with and humiliated, and he likes to admire the way they give in to him.

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Yan Feng Qili has been looking forward to the showdown with Emiya Kiritsugu.

Emiya Kiritsugu is his biggest opponent in this Holy Grail War, and if there is anyone who can take the upper hand from Kiri at this stage, it is him.

Kiritsu unilaterally believes that Emiya Kiritsugu is the same type of person as himself, and participates in this war in search of the hollowness of his heart. I have no interest in the Holy Grail, even if I don't have any thoughts in my heart to fulfill my wishes. Because in his mind, as long as he can tear up that man's ideals, even if it is a holy grail that is worthless to himself, it has meaning to be captured.

The excitement of the approaching battle made Qili's hands tremble, and the high-spirited battle intent burned in his chest, as if he was about to pull out the black key and pierce everything in front of him. In the dark space that emitted the smell of blood, Yan Feng Qili laughed loudly. The beating of the soul has never stopped over the years.

"Come quickly, Emiya Kiritsugu............"

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The sprawling building is completely dark, and the silence gives it an oppressive feel. Emiya Kiritsugu walked into the darkness step by step with Alice Phil's body in his arms, and Alice Phil's body began to collapse after entering the gate, slowly losing her human form.

Emiya Kiritsugu moderately relaxes the muscles of his whole body and does not exert excess force on any part. On the other hand, the nerves are like a mirror that is quieter and clearer than the surface of an icy lake, reflecting the panorama of the surrounding area. Sharper than hearing, clearer than visual, without any dead ends. Transform yourself into a probe that will immediately detect the slightest movement, and wander in the dark.

Emiya Kiritsugu knew very well that Yan Feng Qili should be waiting for his arrival somewhere in this Fuyuki Civic Hall. As a result, Kiritsugu's ambush plan did fall through. But he felt no remorse. Because he was finally able to grasp the true face of Yan Feng Qili, an enemy full of mysteries, it was quite rewarding. It was precisely because all of Kiritsugu's predictions fell short that he relied on the elimination method to come up with the answer.

In a word, the man had no interest in the Holy Grail.

Normally, all mastes fight for the Holy Grail. This preconceived notion has blinded Kiritsugu to this day. Because of this, Yan Feng Qili's actions that had nothing to do with the Holy Grail made Kiritsu puzzled.

However, Kiritsugu saw Kirei's strategy for the Chalice Advent ceremony tonight and realized that he had made a fundamental mistake. Qili's preparations for the use of this Fuyuki Civic Hall as an altar were too thorough. This fragile fortress is inherently deficient as a fortress of magic. He didn't take any defensive measures, and he couldn't have had a time crunch problem with more time than he had.

And even if there is a cause that you can't anticipate, you should at least set up simple traps and barriers. Taking a hundred steps back, even if he really didn't know anything about magic as a means of defense, then why would he choose the most unsuitable location for defensive warfare among the four spirit veins.

Thinking of this, Kiritsugu could only think that for Yan Feng Qili, the advent of the Holy Grail was secondary. The man chose the Fuyuki Civic Hall simply because it was the least likely place to be ambushed. Rather than smoothly bring the Holy Grail down, he wants to gain a favorable lead in the final battle with Maste.

The purpose of the Rite of Grace is not the Holy Grail, but the bloodshed in the process of achieving it. That reason is neither inquisitable nor needs to be explored. It is enough to understand who the agent is targeting.

Kiritsugu slowly gripped the handle of the gun, his fingers touching the solid walnut, and he pondered the face of a man he had only seen in photographs. Even if I think about where I am and how I have formed a relationship with Yan Feng Qili now, it is only an empty attempt. Kiritsugu's life was not easy enough to assert that he had never made a feud with anyone. It's just that an outsider who broke into the Holy Grail War purely because of a personal grudge against Kiritsugu can only rule out that possibility on the basis of probability. Although it is extremely unlikely that an outsider survived the Holy Grail War to the end and directed a farce that disrupted the direction of the Holy Grail's belonging, the reality is in front of him, and Kiritsugu has no choice but to accept it as a fact.

Emiya Kiritsugu never sought the truth and the answer to things. For him, the only thing to care about is the situation.

He just vowed in his heart to save more people, and there is no high or low life to be saved. The scales in which sacrifice and relief are measured have nothing to do with the justification or the circumstances. That's how he survives. He would never be foolish enough to inquire into the meaning of his actions. Therefore, there is no longer the slightest fear and sense of crisis in Kiriji's heart that he once had for Yan Feng Qili.

From the moment he knew what his purpose was, the man was reduced to a mere obstacle to Kiritsugu's progress. No matter what kind of strong enemy the other party is, as long as you are sure that it is the person you must challenge, then you will no longer be the object of affection. There is no fear, no hatred, neither contempt nor mercy, only exclusion is considered. That's the only function that Kiritsugu has given to himself as a killing machine.

"The Lord awakens my soul, please guide me on the right path except Allah. ”

The passionate blessing verses were sung not far ahead, and it was clear that the other party had sensed his arrival. Since the enemy wants to win the battle with dignity, Emiya Kiritsugu has no choice but to accept the challenge without any hidden chess. Neither of them is a simple character, which is why he didn't involve Maiya.