In the sky above Fuyuki City, the lonely bright moon showed its cold brilliance. Like water and moonlight, pouring the earth, this also makes the dark night sky not so monotonous.

Outside the barren corridor, the two people who had just gone through a fierce battle stood motionless at this time. They adjusted their breathing, their eyes glued to each other, and they were tightly prepared for the next attack.

A large dark cloud floated in the quiet night sky, and when this originally inconspicuous thing passed by the bright moon in the sky, it quietly obscured the clear light that sprinkled on the earth. Suddenly, the sky and the earth went dark, and the surrounding scenery became blurred. Originally, I could still find things outside by moonlight, but now it was pitch black three feet away.

At this time, Lancer was after a lot of consumption, and after being seriously injured, his forehead was covered with dense sweat. However, the current spearmen of the great enemy did not dare to relax their vigilance easily, and the high concentration made him exhausted. A bead of sweat the size of a bean ran down his forehead, and as it passed through his eyes, it was obstructed by his eyelashes and seeped into his eyes. Stimulated by this, Lancer squinted his eyes slightly, it was the slack of this moment, but Artoria seized the opportunity.

In an instant, Artoria moved!

The petite figure shot out like a cannonball, and the supreme holy sword shone with golden brilliance, and it had an eerie flavor in this moonless dark hour.

With the right time, the right place and all the right people, Artoria's attack this time had too many advantages, and she treated it as a sure blow. There is no reason to fail, and when the holy sword shines, it is the moment of victory!

For Artoria's surprise attack, Lancer hastily met it. He brandished his twin spears head-on at the other side, and the dignity of a knight made it impossible for him to escape. However, there is already a gap in strength, and now that it has lost its first opportunity, Lancer's action this time is extremely dangerous, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is doomed.

However, even if the pace is slower, the spearman will never lose to the opponent in terms of momentum. I saw him roar loudly, and immediately rushed back towards Artoria, who was attacking. Two swift bolts of lightning streaked through the darkness, one blue and one blue, and the moonless night that ordinary people could not see had no effect on the Heroic Spirit.

The two of them were entangled in the electric sparks, and only the sound of sharp weapons cutting through the flesh was heard, accompanied by a muffled snort, and the two crossed over. Everything that happens in the dark is too fast for people to peek into everything. However, in this less than a second of time, the winner has already been decided. This means that from now on, one of these Heroic Spirits will bid farewell to the Holy Grail War and return to the throne. The other is to continue the unfinished battle.

The dark clouds drifted by, the bright moon appeared, and in an instant, endless brilliance shrouded this earthly land again. Although it could not expel the darkness like the red sun, thousands of wisps of clear light also illuminated people's vision, and the scene of the end of the battle was immediately apparent.

The demon-breaking red rose had been slashed by Artoria, and at this moment, Lancer had to hold the yellow rose that was deeply embedded in the ground with both hands, gasping for breath. His abdomen was pierced by the peerless sword of the king, although it was not a fatal place like the heart, but there was no possibility of healing under the destructive power of the sword in the stone, and it continued to destroy the body of this magical structure until he died completely.

Lancer was doomed to death, but his face was serene. Indeed, it was a battle without regrets. Enjoy a perfect fight with your most desired opponent, and the spearman's wish has been fulfilled. The heroes who were originally in two eras due to the limitations of time and space have appeared in this world due to the miracle of the Holy Grail, which is even more shocking than the epic.

Artoria was silent with her sword, gasping slightly, but then slowly adjusted. The battle was not difficult, but it was by no means simple. The Lancer is very powerful, and he is still a powerful servant even in this war. If it weren't for an opponent like himself who completely restrained him, the spearman might have been able to go far.

"It's a great fight, Saber, I'm really grateful to you for being able to fulfill my long-cherished wish."

True knightly duels are always civilized and rational, and even losers who have paid the price of their lives will not hesitate to praise their opponents. For the spearman, although he died by Artoria's sword, it was not an honor for him as a knight.

"Is it necessary, lancer, you fought with your own convictions, and I responded to this great battle, that's all"

Not accepting a thank you from Lancer, which was unnecessary in Artoria's mind. His own arrival was an inevitable factor, and the spearman was able to fulfill his wish solely because of his own belief that he would fight. Because he advocates morality and is eager to fight, he can have such an opportunity. If you have to conquer the world like a rider, then it won't help if you meet anyone.

"Yes, but I still want to thank you!"

Lancer's body gradually began to become transparent, and points of light that could not be seen by ordinary people broke out of his body. One, two, gradually the naked eye can no longer count. The countless points of light are unusually beautiful, but Artoria knows that behind this beauty is the fact that Lancer is about to pass.

Alice Phil looked at the smiling Spearman, guessing that he must be reminiscing about something good in the past. Everyone has the most beautiful memories, memories that belong only to them. Maybe at the end of the day, he will be like him, reminiscing about the short past

"The master is a proud man, if possible"

Leaving the last word, Lancer finally came to an end. Before he could greet the rising sun of the second day, the spearmen withdrew from the battlefield of the Holy Grail with a serene smile.

Looking at where Lancer had disappeared, Artoria was slightly distracted. Although she had dealt with another Servant, she didn't have much joy, but a little bit of a sense of loss.

Maybe it's because there's one less opponent to respect.

"Ellie, what's wrong with you?" Just when Artoria was a little emotional, she suddenly found that Alice Phil's body behind her was a little shaky, as if she couldn't stand steadily, and hurriedly stepped forward to support Alice Phil.

"Thank you, Artoria, if it weren't for you, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to stand. Panting slightly, Alice Fell said with a wry smile.

"What's going on, why is it suddenly in such a bad condition?"

"I'm overwhelmed, after all, more and more Heroic Spirits are leaving. ”

"Why do you say that? What the hell is going on? Artoria stared at the other, this time hoping that Alice Fell would tell her all the things she was hiding.

"I'll tell you everything when I get back, okay? Alice Phil said with a slight pleading.

She knew that Kiritsugu was still not far away, and she didn't want Kiritsugu to see her like this. Similarly, she doesn't want to see Kiritsugu actually kill, even though she knows everything.