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Artoria and Dilumudo's duels begin to be murderous, sinister and ruthless.

The time for both of them to test each other has passed, and now - the time of blood and death!

"Almost, it's not time for any of them to leave."

Rao couldn't see the movements of both of them, and they both sensed that their battle had reached its most intense moment.

Who told me that the storm of wind that was generated when the swords and spears collided was about to overturn the ground of this shopping street?

The swordsmen and cavalry who had been fighting for more than ten minutes sank more than three inches into the ground, and the marks of various exaggerated sword marks and spears were engraved on the desolate land, like a crack in the ground.

"Skaha, unleash your momentum with all your might to oppress them." Webb said.

When he arrived on the battlefield, Weber did not choose to call Skaha Master Skaha, but chose to call her by her full name.

And she didn't refute it, and acquiesced.

As for the reason for the pressure on the two knights in front, of course, it was to make them stop.

I believe that they will not remain indifferent in the face of Skaha's domineering aura.

After all, no one wants to be attacked by someone in their back when they are in the middle of a fight, about to kill or be killed by the opponent.

There was some silence in the air where Skaha was, and it took her a long time before she replied to Weber: "Is it really good to do that?" They were knights, real knights, and knights took this kind of duel very seriously. ”

"If I choose to intervene and force them to stop... I'm afraid you won't be recognized by them. ”

"If Saber doesn't admit you, you don't care, but that Rider..."

Skaha also saw Rider's identity.

The Knight King, or is it better for her to be the Lion King?

She is a Heroic Spirit born from the usual Artoria "different possibilities".

As the main armament, the Holy Lance was adopted instead of the Holy Sword, and Britain was ruled.

Therefore, it is not like choosing the holy sword, which causes the body to stop developing in the "normal" Artoria. Armed with a holy spear, she had grown to a physical age worthy of the king's identity.

"Do you really, want me to choose to intervene?" Skaha in mid-air asked calmly.

If I could, I wouldn't want to interfere.

Webb sighed and uttered these words: "There are some things that can't be deviated from, so... Meddle, Skaha. ”

The so-called original track refers to the original plot.

Now that the plot has collapsed too much, the world of FateZero has become strange in Webb's eyes.

As a weak traverser, although he has a golden finger in his hand, a system called "Lord God", he is still too weak when he first embarks on the journey.

He can't rely on his strength yet, and he now has to survive with his familiarity with the plot.

Therefore, in order to prevent the later plot from collapsing more seriously, Webb did not hesitate to give the order to intervene in the knight's battle.

Artoria, it's his obsession that's right, but... What Weber values most now is survival and the promise he made to the original Weber.

That, I will definitely get the Holy Grail and honor the promise of the Holy Grail War.

So, we'll have to wait and see if we can make amends.

“... Then I got it. ”

The black-purple spirit condensed in the air, forming a woman with purple hair and hips with a gun.

“――――!”

The astonishing momentum burst out as she condensed into an entity, and the invisible momentum even took her as the origin, scattering waves of qi in all directions.

The royal road is domineering.

Webb looked at the back of Skaha, whose long hair was floating without the wind, and the word popped into his head.

It's a good word for what is now Skaha.

Indifferent, majestic, domineering, arrogant.

Obviously there are some ethereal people who do not look like people in the world, but they are as dazzling as the protagonists of heaven and earth.

This is Skaha, the queen of the Shadow Realm, a warrior who kills countless gods.

And because of the momentum that Skaha suddenly burst out, the two knights who were fighting fiercely did not hesitate to put down the movements in their hands.

Dilumudo looked directly at this place with an ugly face, and Artoria stepped back in front of Alice Phil for a moment, holding her gun in both hands in a protective pose.

"Who-!" Dilumudo is drunk cold.

From his point of view, in front of the position he was standing at the moment, in the shadows that people couldn't see, a strong and domineering momentum was unscrupulously released.

The shadows seem to have been applied by some small means, making it impossible to see the person or thing inside.

"Two warriors have been fighting for so long, there's no point in fighting hard, right?"

Skaha paced out of the shadows, his black and purple combat uniform outlining his figure perfectly proportioned, and the blood spear he held in his hands covered by black gauze gloves was conspicuous.

"- guns?"

Dilumudo was stunned for a moment, he looked at Skaha, and then turned to look at Artoria, a little clear.

"Looks like you're the gunner... Well, spearmen! The lowered hand lifted again, and the tip of the black sword he held pointed directly at Skaha.

"Give me a reason, a reason to interrupt a glorious duel between knights!"

His attitude towards Skaha is somewhat nasty, in contrast to his attitude towards Artoria.

Webb was upset.

"I ordered Lancer to do that." He stepped out of the shadows and spoke before Skaha could answer.

"Oh?"

Dilumudo looked at Webb and raised his eyebrows, his expression a little bohemian.

He lowered the black sword pointed at Skaha, staring at Webb's delicate face with a somewhat grim smile.

"You know..."

“Saber！ Don't talk yet! Just as Dilumudo was about to say something, a shrill male voice that had been magically used rang out from all directions.

The man, who had been casual and uninhibited from the beginning, bowed his head under these sharp words and bowed slightly into the void.

"Understood, my monarch."

This voice was made by the lord of Dilumudo.

And his lord --

Kenneth Al Meloy Achipouud. A first-class instructor at the Clock Tower and a mentor to former Webb.

"I'm still wondering why you went on a mad stealing my relics. So you want to take part in the Holy Grail War yourself, Mr. Webb Wilwitt. ”

There was a hint of disgust in his sharp tone, and Weber listened to his sarcastic words without making any response.

Now he is as silent as a stone.

"It's a shame - I wanted to make your lovely student happy. Webb, I think that a mortal like you should have an ordinary life that a mortal should have. ”

The thick contempt in her words made the cold expression of Skaha frown, and when she wanted to say something, Webb stretched out his hand to stop Skaha.