The Collection of The End

My name is Elijah,

I'm protecting Weber and transforming the barrier.

70:48:19

Rider drove a B2 bomber and performed a cobra maneuver and a Kafra roll in front of Gilgamesh, but the oldest king immediately chased after him in a blazing boat in a rage. Only Yusheng Ryunosuke and Berserker were left to deal with the black armored Saber—oh, and Kotomine Kirei-senior who was thrown down just now.

But even adding a few Assassin Four Heavenly Kings was not enough for Black Saber to fight. Ryunosuke looked at Black Saber who was pressing Berserker to fight because of the lack of air pressure, and asked Kirei-senior to discuss retreat.

"Junior brother, the teacher calls you home..." "Please ask Berserker to help me repel Saber, Ryunosuke."

"Huh?" Ryunosuke was stunned for a moment: "It's possible, but I can't control Berserker's actions without Command Spells—"

Then he was taken aback by the large piece of Command Seals that Kirei rolled up his sleeves to reveal.

"The transfer of a complete command spell is troublesome, which is equivalent to transplanting a magic circuit, but there is no problem with these defective products and fragments. Reach out." "Oh..."

According to Ryunosuke's words, he showed Kirei the back of his hand with only faint traces, and it could be vaguely seen that it was three entangled lightning bolts.

"[...]" Kirei recalled the spell that although there was sound, it could not be classified as language, onomatopoeia, or even phonetic symbols at all, and in this weird sound, many fine red fragments on his arm floated like ashes Down.

At the same time that they converged into a lightning pattern on the back of Ryunosuke's hand, the Command Seals on Kirei's arm began to vaguely reveal their original shape due to the disappearance of leftovers—although it was still very abstract.

"Alright, order him to use the strongest Noble Phantasm." Kirei withdrew his hand and said.

"The strongest? You mean the ability to transform into someone else?" Ryunosuke touched the command spell, and turned his head to look at Berserker, who was at a disadvantage: "If we let him become Gilgamesh, we will die later." Bar?"

Although the Oldest King had a great time fighting Iskandar in the sky, if he took a look here and found "himself", then he might not hesitate to give up the battle with Rider and lose thousands of Noble Phantasms. Accompanied by a rebuke full of murderous intent - "Bastard! How dare you steal the image of this king!?"

Ryunosuke was terrified by his own imagination.

"...That's what you ordered. I've studied the history of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table." Apparently, Junior Brother Kirei had thought of it, and his face was a little grim.

"Okay," Ryunosuke pressed the lightning bolt: "In the name of the command spell, Berserker, use your strongest treasure!"

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"Aww!!"

The black berserker suddenly didn't defend at all, and smashed two logs in his hands towards Saber as if he was going to exchange injuries for injuries. Saber, who couldn't get healing because the Master wasn't around, had no choice but to parry back with his sword, and took advantage of the opportunity to cut Berserker's arm. a wound.

"Ah————" Berserker threw out two logs and took advantage of the momentum to retreat far away, pressing his hand on the empty waist.

Even though Saber Alter didn't hear Ryunosuke's order, he could feel the surging magic power of his opponent, so he planned to attack him first to prevent him from using the Noble Phantasm.

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However, a certain premonition as if she was facing a natural enemy made her stop slightly. As King Arthur with the heart of a red dragon, she had experienced countless cruel and dangerous battles, and she had never felt such a sense of trembling as if she had encountered a natural enemy.

Even if she put this emotion aside immediately, the action was still a little slow.

With a bang, the layer of black mist around Berserker exploded outwards, revealing its original posture - it was extremely delicate and beautiful,

The pure white heavy armor gleamed under the sunshine, and the ice blue and golden stripes wrapped around it made it even more luxurious.

The helmet disappeared, and his shoulder-length hair was slightly curly, revealing a handsome but melancholy face, and he was staring at Saber with a "hating iron" gaze.

"Well, although it was expected, it's interesting that even the expressions are exactly the same, Mr. Lancelot." Saber in black armor leaned on the sword in front of him, and looked at Berserker showing his true colors from a distance.

"You are not King Arthur—" Berserker, or Lancelot, the Knight of the Round Table, stared at Saber viciously, his voice was still hoarse due to long-term roaring: "Or, you are not worthy of being called King Arthur!"

"Let's not say that I 'was' the King Arthur in your heart," Saber sneered, "I still want to maintain her image after betraying her? Do you think this is atonement?"

"You false king—"

"If my Lord Lancelot saw you, he would kill you without hesitation," Artoria said without hesitation, although she still felt the aura of a natural enemy from Lancelot : "Although he was called a rebellious knight because he unconditionally opposed any of my government orders, proposed marriage when I was about to marry Guinevere's child, deliberately killed the enemy general I was about to release, etc. - but he never, Wei, treason, country."

"Neither have I—" "France is an enemy country."

"Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

"Hey, pretending to be crazy if you can't say it?" Saber said contemptuously, but both hands held the hilt of the sword tightly, because the natural enemy feeling in Berserker was too strong to be ignored.

Clank——Berserker, who was only wearing a helmet, pulled out a black handle from his waist out of thin air with both hands, and pointed at Saber from a distance with a half-sword with an ominous bloodstain in the middle.

"Heh, [Lake of No Regrets]?" The source of the feeling of natural enemies was confirmed, and Saber relaxed instead: "It turns out that your British dragons haven't been killed yet."

In Saber Alter's memory, Mordred killed all the dragons in Britain and the surrounding areas, not even the bigger lizards. The child seemed to want to make a weapon with the attribute of "slaying dragons" To challenge Artoria, who has the heart of a red dragon, but the plan completely failed, and the last sword seemed to be named by her as "Glorious Rebellion against My Father King"?

"[Reaching the limit, breaking through the limit, the king on the other side, please look at this light—]" The long sword in Lancelot's hand began to emit a raging blue light.

"Hehe, let me completely shatter your fantasy of atonement. You are unforgivable for destroying the round table and beheading your comrades." Saber Alter took half a step back, and the low-hanging black broken steel sword began to absorb the surrounding light .

"[All locks broken? Overweight Lake Light (Aroundight Overload)]!"

"[Oath and Sword of Victory (Excalibur)]!"

Both the jet black and lake blue rays of light shot straight at each other with an indomitable momentum.

70:44:16

Two aircrafts, one gold and one black, were chasing each other in the sky, and the huge explosions on the back mountain continued, and even the sound of explosions and sword clashes came from inside the mansion.

Weber felt that he was here to honestly check the enchantment around the mansion, and strictly follow the chain to carry out the circular and in-depth transformation.

But it’s not all fruitless, at least the high-concentration magic that covered the entire hill has been reduced to the surrounding mansion. Even if it erupts now, it can be resisted with the skills of Mr. Kenneth and Mrs. Sola. As for myself—— She should be able to protect herself.

Weber turned his face away to look at Caster, who seemed to be absent-minded, floating not far behind.

Compared with the high-sounding excuse of "not analyzing the barriers of allies", Weber is more willing to believe that the "Saint of Winter" is too troublesome to help him transform the barriers—seeing that she even finds it troublesome to walk. Just know the magic.

"I always feel like you're thinking about something impolite." Caster floated in front of Weber, staring at him as he stepped back.

"I'm thinking that it will be the last outer barrier soon," Weber said without changing his expression, "The magic disturbance after the transformation will let everyone in the mansion find out, Mr. Kenneth is fine, if an Assassin rushes out to attack Trouble."

"For that, don't worry." Caster summoned a round transparent water ball in the palm of his hand, it flowed and gradually froze, and finally turned into a blue crystal-like transparent ice ball.

As if aware of Caster's distraction, a pitch-black shadow suddenly rushed out from the back garden of the mansion, and two daggers, one red and one blue, stabbed viciously at Weber's back.

"Crack." The ice puck in Caster's hand hit the Assassin's arm first. Centering on the hit place, he quickly turned into an ice sculpture, and fell due to his own inertia in the next moment. On the ground, broken.

Weber continued to walk towards the final barrier without even looking back. During the ten minutes of getting along, every time Caster started to play with ice and water inexplicably, it was a sign that Assassin was about to rush out and be dealt with. The bad luck just now The ghost is the ninth.

"Speaking of which, it's not bad to call Servnts to be thugs in the Holy Grail War, at least no corpses will be left behind," Weber heard Caster say from behind: "Spirits or summons are also fine."

You are also a Servant, right? Is it really okay to say that?

"There are other types?" Unable to hold back his curiosity, Weber asked.

"Charming small animals, summoning creatures from other worlds, and even recruiting mercenaries," Caster shook his head: "When they fight, blood flows into rivers—fortunately, this year's masters are all good."

"As for the consequences, for example, in this mansion of yours, what if some small animal accidentally breaks in and dies in a corner that is difficult to find... Hey~" Caster's tone was obviously disgusted, "It's still my decision." The method is good, but there is almost not enough space recently, should we take it out and open an exhibition hall?"

How to deal with it and where to store it... No, forget it, Wei Bo felt that if he continued to ask, he would risk losing his sanity, so he decisively shut up.

And at this moment, the constant blasting sound from the back mountain stopped, and was replaced by some kind of strange whistling sound, which sounded like a train was approaching?

Before he could figure out what it was, he saw Caster suddenly stop him and set up no less than three layers of ring-shaped ice walls in the direction of the sound.

Judging from Caster's previous experience of being able to deal with Assassin with only a water ball the size of a fist, this time the upcoming one should be some kind of powerful——

boom! ! The torrent of black and blue magic power slammed into the ice wall.

——Treasure Phantasm Direct Hit.