Faced with Tosaka Tokitomi and Archer, who suddenly came to the door, the emotions shown by Maki Yanya were not accidents, but surprises.

If it weren't for Shi Chen's refusal to leave the Tosaka family, so that Yan Ye couldn't find a chance to attack, he might have come to the door to find trouble.

Yan Ye is not a fool, and it is not a clever idea to venture to the magic position of the Tosaka family.

However, now that Shi Chen has run out by himself, then don't blame him.

Perhaps because of the arrogance of the magician nobles, or perhaps because of the pride of the king, Tosaka Tokitomi and Archer did not launch a sneak attack, but directly challenged the door.

Cold air blew through the broken door into the room that had once belonged to Ryunosuke's private room, and the identity of the intruder was observed, and a man in a shabby hooded jacket walked in from inside. Beside him, a shadow appeared. Yes, it can only be described as a shadow, wrapped in ominous magic, the shadow with a tall body and broad shoulders, and its whole body is covered in armor. It's not the same as Archer's extravagant gold armor.

The shadow's armor was black. No delicate decorations, no polished colors.

Darkness, hellish blackness. Even its face is covered by the helmet, deep in the tiny slit of the helmet. All you can see is the seeping light of the eyes that burn like fire.

Each step brings with it the sound of armor colliding, reminiscent of medieval heavy cavalry.

There is no doubt that this is a servant.

He is also one of the great heroes who came from an unknown era. Of course, the way it looks now is clearly not related to noble words like heroes, but more similar to the existence of 'demons' and 'ghosts'.

It's Berserker this year. A berserker among the seven Servants.

"Makiri, did you hear that you are preparing to be my enemy for Sakura?" Tosaka Shichen said coldly, "So, I'll come by myself." ”

Jian Tong Yan trembled slightly at night.

He wasn't scared, he was excited.

"Since you're here, don't go any further."

He smiled unusually happily.

It's as if he's going to take all the negative emotions that have accumulated before. It's all vented on Shi Chen.

Ryunosuke's house was devastated, but the culprit of this result continued to ignore it and engaged in a fierce fight. Maybe this is the battlefield of heroes. The aftermath of the war alone is like a typhoon, sweeping through the surrounding things, tearing apart and blowing away. The black knight roared like a curse, his heavy, swift steps shattering the earth and the air screaming. The pitch-black sword light suddenly flung towards the golden king.

It was less than a dozen seconds of confrontation. The terrifying momentum was already on display.

It's a battle that no one can meddle in.

Enjoy the joy of battle and roar for the thrill of revenge.

- This is my prey.

The Golden King grinned, strange ripples appeared in the void behind him, and countless glorious crystals, the Noble Phantasm, slowly emerged, turning into dozens of arrows of light under his command.

"Die, rabid dog, please this king with your mournful cry before you die."

The black knight shuddered and let out a loud roar, an unconscious roar. With its roar. The dark air flow that was wrapped around him - the magic power was like a volcanic eruption, and he slashed at the dozens of streamers with his pitch-black two-handed greatsword.

Although the amount is nowhere near as good as the streamer. But under that terrifying momentum, it was not weak at all, and even above the golden king. It fearlessly stepped out of the earth-shattering kick, and rushed towards the dozens of streamers with its sword, as if it wanted to knock them all away in one go.

This is obviously impossible, how can a single sword knock so many treasures flying at the same time?

But the Black Knight did.

Between the flips of the wrists, countless black trajectories were drawn, outlining dazzling sword shadows, but each blow happened to hit the flying Noble Phantasm, some directly flew away, and some slightly missed the flight trajectory. No matter how fast the Shower flies, the Black Knight's sword is faster and more perfect, and every slash is the art of combat.

There is no mud and water, flowing water movements, just the right amount of strength.

It seems that even the movement of the pace has been calculated with the utmost precision, and no superfluous movements can be found.

Perfect and furious, this is Berserker, the hero of madness.

Thoroughly integrate martial arts into the soul and instinct, and sublimate it. It can be said that this 'irrational' state not only did not weaken its strength, but allowed it to let go of its hands to fight without reservation.

Without superfluous thinking, how terrible it is for a hero who devotes himself to the battle.

The Black Knight is telling the enemy with real actions.

"The king has said that a lowly bastard like you is not even qualified to look up to the king, and it is an unforgivable sin to stand before the king, so repentance with your blood! GateofBabylon! Archer grinned, his bright red eyes filled with all the rage that burned everything.

The right hand was raised slightly, and the ripples in the void behind him suddenly expanded several times, and the effect of further liberating the Noble Phantasm was an increase in the number of sword rains, but it was not a simple increase in the number, and the level of the Noble Phantasm it shot out would also increase.

If what was just shot out was just some C-grade B-grade cheap products, then the current sword rain is completely composed of A-grade, in other words, the top-level treasures.

The battle between the Heroic Spirits is attributed to the Heroic Spirits, and the battle of the Masters is attributed to the Lord.

Maki Yanya also took the initiative to stay away from the battlefield of the Heroic Spirit together with Tosaka Tokitomi to prevent himself from being senselessly affected.

The battle between these two old enemies is about to begin!

……

War swept across the land, and scenes from what were once mythological times were recreated.

Yan Feng Qili was not in a hurry, and slowly walked out of the uninhabited alley with decisive and light steps.

He moderately relaxes the muscles of the whole body and does not exert excess force on any part. On the other hand. The nerves are like mirrors that are quieter and clearer than the surface of a frozen lake, reflecting the panoramic view of the surrounding area. Sharper than hearing, clearer than visual. There are no dead ends. Transform yourself into a probe that will immediately detect the slightest movement, and wander in the dark.

Even so, the fact that he was unable to meet the battle in such a perfect state made him feel a subtle sense of disobedience.

He was waiting, waiting for the end of the battle between Shi Chen and Yan Ye.

I have to admit that maybe Amen's words are correct, but Qili is still tempted by some Archer's words.

Whether it's the entanglement of the ministers. is still the hatred of the wild goose, coupled with the fate of the collision of these two people, it is really a good show that is really staged.

This is really enough for someone like him who barely feels pleasure. Be able to raise up the mind that comes to watch.

Yan Feng Qili had no doubt that his curiosity was greater than his malice, and he realized that he was fortunate to have Li Amen's guidance, otherwise if he blindly enjoyed the pain of others, then falling into the abyss would be inevitable.

He's looking for it, too. Find out why the Holy Grail is attached to himself. The reason why you have so much expectation of yourself.

Qili thought about her wish again.

Originally, the word wish had always been far away from him, and he even thought that he did not exist in this world at all.

But the mysterious man he still hasn't figured out whether it's a heroic spirit or not.

The act of seeking without a desire can be called a desire in itself.

So, can the Holy Grail give him a way forward?

For the first time, Qili's heart swelled with feelings similar to longing.

It doesn't hurt to say it's anticipation.

Perhaps, the Holy Grail should come sooner?

It was precisely because of this realization that Yan Feng Qili would let that person kill the Assassin easily. Turning the cost into the basis for success is not a meaningless sacrifice.

Qili really felt a different version of herself.

A sense of freshness and curiosity that catches my eyes.

It's like being reborn. Even that person may not be able to understand it.

The corners of Qili's mouth curled, still waiting in place, waiting for the outcome of that battle to be.

The outcome of one side defeating the other, in fact, he is not looking forward to it, and the best result is actually a dead score.

That would be a lot of fun!!

Qili looked forward to that scene and decided that if something unexpected happened, it would be time for him to get involved.

As for Emiya Kiritsugu, it's the last big meal, so let's let that guy go for the time being.

Anyway, there's still plenty of time before the Holy Grail comes.

……

Sola thought that even if she lost the Noble Phantasm, as long as it was Lancer, she would definitely be able to win the final victory.

This is a woman's blind trust!!

But-

Although she was very unwilling, Sora, who was hiding in the dark to watch the battle, still discovered the fact that Lancer had to fall into disadvantage because of the weapon problem.

"It's all Kenneth's unscrupulous command, otherwise how could Lancer lose his treasure?" Sora gritted her teeth and thought, "If this continues, will Lancer really lose?" No way...... Lancer is not going to lose. ”

She was hesitating, ready to summon Lancer back with the Spell when she really couldn't do anything.

"Ahh

As if the faucet hadn't been turned off, blood gushed from the section of her slender wrist, and Sora watched in disbelief.

The right hand is gone.

With just one blow, the right hand was easily severed. The fingers and nails that had been carefully cared for and proud of, and the spell on the back of the hand, which was more important than anything else, had disappeared from Sora's right wrist.

was taken away.

The despair of the feeling of losing what was most important to Sora, rather than the chills caused by pain and blood loss, plunged Sora's mind into darkness.

"Ahh Ahh ”

Sora let out a hoarse scream of some delirium, and struggled and groped on the ground, trying to find her vanished right hand.

No way. Absolutely not without that thing. Without that thing, you can't summon Dilumudo, you can't ask Dilumudo for help.

The time was almost ripe, and when Dilumudo had a better opinion of her, he used all his spells to order Dilumudo to "please love me", so that he could be restrained and possessed for himself. So it's really troublesome to have a spell without a right hand. No matter what happens, even if it costs you your life, you have to get that spell back. If not......

But no matter how much you looked on the cold concrete floor, all you could do was blood splattering everywhere - and a pair of feet in boots stood motionless in front of you.

Blurred vision due to severe blood loss, Sora looked up while still on the ground. There stood a strange dark-haired woman. Don't say the look of pity on your face, you don't even have any expression. The woman looked down at the dying Sora with an expressionless face.

"Hand ...... My hand ......"

Grabbed the woman's boot with her surviving left hand - Sora fainted.

Maiya Kuyu slashed off the female magician's right hand with a survivalknife, and then threw it away without any nostalgia. The spell engraved on the back of that hand could probably be retrieved somehow. But Maiya didn't know this method, so this hand was of no use to her.

Quickly tie the broken bread on the right wrist to prevent further blood loss. Maiya carried the unconscious prey on her shoulders and gave Kiritsugu a mobile phone with her free hand.

"-How's it going, Maiya?"

"In the new capital has already taken care of Sora. Nazelle. Sophia Leigh is up. The right hand engraved with the spell was severed entirely, but it was not life-threatening. ”

"Well done. Retreat now. ”

"Understood."

After explaining things clearly in the most concise words, Maiya hung up the phone. Run briskly down the stairs.

The artificial (Homunculus) ribs transplanted by Alice Field's hand have not yet fully fused with the body, and they still experience rejection, sometimes with a dull pain. But it didn't create any obstacle to normal action. As a result, Maiya Kuyu was able to follow Lancer and his Master with the same agility today as she did before she was wounded, and seized the opportunity to capture Sola while Servant was unable to separate herself due to the battle.

Kiritsugu was correct in his judgment that Lancer's Master was different, but he still listed Kenneth, who had lost his master's rights, as a target to be erased. Once a human has been chosen and becomes a master, even if he loses the spell, he needs to be vigilant, which is Kiritsugu's consistent policy.

He orders Maiya not to kill Sora, but to capture her alive. Kiritsugu's real intention was to ask the woman where Kenneth was hiding. This interrogation must have been a painful and cruel process for Sora, but even so, Maiya did not show any sympathy or pity for it.

In the case of man-to-man fighting, cruelty is not something uncommon. Don't talk about Kiritsu, even Maiya understands and accepts this simple truth calmly.

As for the battle between Saber and Lancer, even Maiya has absolute confidence.

Of course, if there is a chance to win more easily, Maiya believes that Kiritsugu will definitely do it. (To be continued......)