Chapter 17: The Prologue to the Holy Grail
A secluded harbor with containers lined up and streetlights on both sides of the street illuminating the surrounding landscape.
A Diarmud with two brushes, phew, and two spears was fighting fiercely with the Dumb King with an invisible sword, and Alice Phil, dressed in snow white and delicate like a doll, was silently cheering for Artoria beside him.
Every time the two of them fought, the concrete ground under their feet shattered inch by inch, and the sparks from the collision of guns and swords burst out in all directions, and even the air seemed to vibrate, which was completely beyond the reach of humans, like two humanoid beasts fighting.
Professional Voldemort and Justice's sidekick, Emiya Kiritsugu is crouching on an elevated shelf, secretly observing the battlefield with the high magnification lens of a sniper rifle.
There was a loud bang in the sky, accompanied by a thunder splash, and the King of Conquest rode his chariot, and Webb, who was full of weak temperament, appeared on the stage.
The sacred cow pulling the chariot let out a roar of 'moo-moo', like a long bell ringing from eternity, and both the two servants and the masters hidden in the shadows couldn't help but vibrate.
Dressed in a huge red trench coat and covered in muscles, Iskandar opened his mind and looked around at the people, revealing two rows of silver-white teeth, and said so heroically: "Before the king drives, the two sides will stop fighting!" Iskander, King of Conquerors, came to life as a Rider in this Holy Grail War. β
Is this guy stupid?
Hidden in the shadows, or watching all this with demons, the Lords silently watched the burly and tall Iskandar with a black line.
In the world of the Heroic Spirit, once the real name is known, it means that its weaknesses and flaws are also known, and it is easy to be targeted, just like a certain heel, after all, the Heroic Spirit itself is a hero who is praised by the world, and the legends that describe the heroes often roughly record their experiences and fighting methods.
Just like the mystery of the magician itself, the more people who know about it, the easier it is to decipher the principle structure, and the magic after cracking it will be weakened in disguise. The same is true for the Servant, once his true name and identity are revealed, as long as he takes advantage of his weakness, even a weak magician can kill the Servant in one fell swoop.
Therefore, the general servant will not tell his real name to anyone except the master.,The reason why a secret is a secret.,Because once there are more people who know it.,It can't be called a secret.γ
"What the hell are you thinking, you idiot, how can there be a servant who said his real name from the beginning!" As if he was shocked by his own servant's operation, he was stunned for more than ten seconds, and after pulling the corner of Iskandar's trench coat, Webber complained without tears.
Ignoring his master's complaints, Iskandar snapped his fingers at Webber's forehead to calm him down.
"Although fate has made me compete with you for the Holy Grail, before I do that, I want to ask one thing: you ...... Do you intend to come under my command and give me the Holy Grail? Then I will treat you as friends and share the joy of conquering the world with you! β
In response to Iskandar's invitation, Diarmuid shook his head and flatly refused: "I forgive you for refusing this offer, the only one I will offer to the new monarch who has made a contract in this life, and not you, Rider." β
Artoria looked at Iskandar with a hostile expression and said coldly, "Are you just interrupting my competition with Lancer just to say these jokes?" This is an unforgivable insult as a knight! β
"The treatment is negotiable." Iskandar plucked out his ears, then pinched his thumb and forefinger together in an attempt to negotiate with the two.
"Long-winded!"
"Long-winded!"
Artoria and Diarmuid shouted in unison, much to Iskandar's embarrassment.
"I'll say more, I'm also the king of Britain, and no matter how big you are, I can't bow down to you!"
Iskandar raised his eyebrows and stared at Artoria in surprise: "Oh~ King of Britain? It was really surprising that the famous Knight King turned out to be such a little girl. β
Artoria's delicate face flashed a gloomy color, raised the invisible sword in her hand, and said coldly: "Do you want to be cut by the little girl in your mouth?" King of Conquer! β
"Alas, it seems that this negotiation broke down, what a pity, what a pity." Looking at the menacing Artoria, Iskandar sighed and touched his head with some regret, and next to him was Weber, who counted all kinds of things that his own servants were not like.
Observing the figures of Iskandar and Webber with a high-powered mirror, Emiya Kiritsugu was a little speechless and said, "Has the world ever been almost conquered by that kind of stupidity?" β
"Really? Is that you? I'm still wondering what the hell you did to steal my holy relics, but I didn't expect you to take part in the Holy Grail War yourself, my dear student, Webb Velvett-sama! β
As if amplified by a loudspeaker, the cold, deep voice echoed through the harbor, causing Webb to subconsciously grasp Iskandar's cloak with a look of deep fear on his face.
"Let me give you a special counseling: let me tell you unreservedly about the horror and pain of the magicians, and you should be glorious."
The moonlight shone on Kenneth Ermelo Archibald's face, a mocking smile on the corners of his mouth, staring at his disobedient student.
Feeling Webber's panic, his big hand gently soothed his master's back, Iskandar shouted to the sky, "Magician, it sounds like you wanted to replace this boy as my master?" If that's the case, then it's really funny, the man who becomes my lord must be a warrior who gallops with me, and a coward who doesn't even have the courage to show up is not qualified to be my master. β
Hearing Iskandar's mocking reply, Kenneth's face twisted, suppressing the anger in his heart, but he didn't speak again.
After a burst of laughter, Iskandar turned his head and yelled around, "Hey, there's anyone else, right?" The guys who hide in the dark and peep. β
"What do you mean by that? Riderγ Artoria frowned slightly and asked.
"Saber and Lancer, the competition between you is so exciting, I guess I'm not the only one who was attracted by the clear sound of the sword. The Heroic Spirits who have been summoned by the Holy Grail are gathered here now, and the cowards who are afraid to show their faces will inevitably be despised by Iskandar, the king of my conquests. β
With his hands clenched into fists and his head looking up at the night sky, Iskandar unleashed the EX Skill Full Map taunt.