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Running wildly all the way, Iskandar broke into the woods like a whirlwind and gradually caught up with the figure emitting magical fluctuations.

As if sensing the presence behind him, the mysterious Servant turned around and faced Iskandar head on.

"This is...!" Waver poked his head out from under his servant's armpit and looked at the giant figure in front of him that was taller than Iskandar, with shock on his face.

He was a dark giant with muscular body and wearing a battle skirt. He had wild long hair that fell past his shoulders. His right eye had a red pupil and his left eye was golden. He held a heavy axe in his wrist-bound hands.

Even though he remained silent, the giant's ferocious aura still emanated from him unreservedly, giving people a deep sense of oppression.

"I have never met you in this Holy Grail War, strange Servant." Iskandar put down his Master, clenched the Sword of Cyprus in his hand, and was ready for battle.

, has already left the stage,,,, we have all encountered this before, what is going on? Is there something unusual in this Holy Grail War? "Weber looked at the black giant vigilantly, while moving behind Iskandar to give the two servants enough space to play.

However, at this moment, Waver suddenly felt something soft on his head.

"Eh?" Weber turned around subconsciously and saw a purple-haired woman with an eye mask and a cold temperament standing behind him. She lowered her head and looked down at him condescendingly.

“Wooooaaaaaaa!” The cries of a small animal resounded through the sky. Iskandar, who was confronting Hercules, had his pupils constricted and turned his head subconsciously:

"Weber!"

"Watch your back, idiot!"

Even though he was tied up by Medusa's snake-like hair, Waver still did not forget to remind his servants.

Iskandar turned his head like lightning, and saw the swordsman wearing armor and holding the inverted holy sword was already in front of him, and he slashed down with his sword.

"Ping!" At the critical moment, Iskandar raised his sword and blocked the sudden attack.

"You are... the Knight King! No, this reversed aura..." Iskandar stared at the petite swordsman with an extremely solemn expression.

"What on earth happened in this Holy Grail War!"

Chapter 156 The Last Two Command Spells

In the woods, an extremely turbulent flow of magical power erupted, announcing what kind of fierce battle was taking place in the forest.

"Bang!" The inverted holy sword drew a purple arc of light, which was shattered by the hard sword of Cyprus.

After a brief moment of shock, Iskandar reacted and did not get entangled with the opponent any further. Instead, he changed direction and flew towards Medusa, who had grabbed Weber and was beginning to retreat.

For a Servant, the Master is the lifeline and is someone who must be saved!

However, there was not only one who blocked his way. With a roar, Hercules transformed by the Class Card pressed forward like a mountain, aiming his axe at Iskandar's head and chopping it down!

"Don't stop me!" Iskander raised the sword of Cyprus, his muscles bulged, and he pushed the axe back with one move, then raised the sword high:

"Charge with me, Bull!"

"Moo!" Thunder suddenly appeared and the chariot appeared. Even though the frame was broken and the divine bull was injured, when the conqueror sat on his chariot, it was like a real storm, sweeping everything around it.

The axe and sword were spread out, the swordsman was knocked back, and the King of Conquerors let out a deafening roar, and with thunder he knocked away Medusa, who had no time to act, and pulled his master back to his side.

"Hold on tight, Waver. I don't know why so many servants have gathered together, but we must retreat first!"

"I agree. Let's go to the Cathedral Church and report this to the Overseer—"

Before Weber could finish his words, he saw Iskandar's expression change drastically. He put his big hands around his body and held him in his arms.

"Pfft!"

Time seemed to stand still.

Amid the sound of blood and flesh splattering, Weber stared with wide eyes as he watched a red spear break through Iskandar's armor and penetrate his chest, with blood and flesh splattering and passing by his nose.

! ! ! "

Amid Weber's heart-wrenching cries, the sacred bull wailed and fell under the blow of his sword. The already wounded bulls lay in the grass, gasping for breath, and Weber barely managed to crawl out from under his unconscious body. He looked at the animal-skin man who had thrown the shot, his face turning gray due to the experience of death.

"I now understand who is commanding you, Spear of Deaththorn."

"The move that Miyu used was indeed a failure, but it's too late to know now." The man with black armor slowly walked over, and the puppet on his shoulder spoke the voice of Shuoyue, "Weber, run away, the farther away from the Holy Grail War the better, but as a Servant, you must die here."

"It's you, Shuoyue." Even though his calves were trembling and every cell in his body was transmitting fear, Waver still stood up tremblingly and protected the unconscious red-haired giant, his servant, "But I haven't lost yet.

"No, you've already lost." Shuoyue sighed, "Why bother struggling any longer? With your wisdom, you should know how well I've prepared for this Holy Grail War - even if you can escape this time, can you escape next time?"

"Thank you for your affirmation." Weber pulled the corners of his mouth and forced a smile. "By the way, let me ask you something off topic - is my teacher, Kenneth, dead?"

“He died because of the backlash of the contract that Kiritsugu and I created. He was sent away by my own hands.”

"As expected..." A sense of guilt swept over him, and under the nausea caused by the double mental oppression, Waver almost fell to the ground, but he still gritted his teeth and slowly raised his right hand, with the Command Seal on his hand shining:

"Ah, yes, after blinding myself for so long, I must admit the crime I have committed - I took the teacher's luck for myself and lived to this day. If it weren't for my incompetence and hopelessness, the teacher should have been able to achieve the glory of the family."

The remaining two Command Spells began to glow. From beginning to end, Shuoyue did not make any move, but just listened quietly to Waver's monologue.

"I am a mediocre, or even inferior magus - I have realized this. But he is different. He is the king who conquers the world. He is my distant and unattainable ideal. He has the possibility of winning the Holy Grail War - then as a Master, even if I am shattered to pieces, I must prove this to the world!"

"Iskander, the King of Conquerors, must not stop here!"

Following the magician's announcement, the Command Seal symbolizing 'miracle' transformed into power and was injected into the King's gradually weakening body.

"I order you with the Second Command Spell to recover from your injuries and wake up!"

The concentrated magic power instantly poured into the Servant's body, repairing his shocking penetrating wound. But even so, Iskandar only frowned and did not open his eyes.

The fatal injury that almost touched the soul core could not be easily repaired by a command spell.

Upon realizing this, Waver used his final authority as a Master without hesitation:

“I order you with the third Command Spell—get up, idiot!”

Two Command Spells were released in succession, unleashing miraculous magic power that created a whirlwind. The sudden feeling of emptiness in his heart made Waver fall to the ground, staring blankly at the figure of the Servant in front of him.

As a magician, he probably wouldn't have a second chance in his lifetime to use such a huge amount of magic power - but for the first time in his life, he felt happy from the bottom of his heart for his wasteful behavior.

"Well, good luck to you, Weber." Shuoyue sighed softly and began to order the servants to retreat.

Servants transformed from these class cards alone cannot resist the wrath of the King of Conquerors blessed by the Command Seals.

However, he was still a step too late.

"I didn't let you go, you rats!" The moment he opened his eyes, Iskandar turned over and sat up, with flames of anger burning in his eyes. He took the weak Master with him and started driving to chase the retreating servants.

Although he fell into a self-protective coma, Waver's declaration still reached his mind through the contract.

"I have the best Master, a friend I am most proud of. As a king, how can I let his efforts go to waste - 'King's Army!'

Roaring loudly, with the endless supply of magical power from the Command Spells, the King of Conquerors opened his Noble Phantasm, and the World Egg expanded at an extremely fast speed, chasing after the Servants who were fleeing in panic in front of him.

But at a certain moment, it came to an abrupt end.

"Please stop, King of Conquerors."

Behind the gradually disappearing servants, a man holding a moon-colored spear stood in front of the angry Overlord. As the Moon Spirit Spear stuck upside down in the ground, strange waves spread out, hindering the expansion of the Conqueror King's Noble Phantasm.

"Don't bother them. Let me accompany you to vent your anger."

"You actually showed up on your own initiative, Shuoyue!"

"No, something's wrong. He looks different from Shuoyue!"

With a trembling sound, the World Egg matured completely, wrapping up the King of Conquerors and the mysterious man, and disappeared into the woods.

Chapter 157 Who are the gunshots for?

A soldier named "Offensive Program".

As an advanced program structure, the "invader" is a small boss.

The remaining spirits of the servants are transformed into "Shadow Servants" who simply carry out missions like lower-level non-commissioned officers.

Just like the immune system, it shuttles across the battlefield, delivering the Shadow Servant's special offensive program "Controlled Body".

——And, using some kind of "material" and huge magic power to copy the spiritual base data of the servant. Its ability is no less than that of the original "copy servant", and it is also the general who commands every war zone.

As if from another dimension, the interlocking war system collided head-on with the King's Army of the Conqueror. Servants versus servants, soldiers versus soldiers, the entire desert covered with yellow sand was turned into a meat grinder of flesh and data.

In the end, it ended in a draw as expected.

It is impossible for Iskandar to use up all his magic power due to a momentary anger, and those who come to stop the Overlord have no reason to fight to the death.

After the spearman in blue tights was surrounded by the seven attendants and finally beheaded by Iskandar, the inherent barrier dissipated, the king's army disappeared, and everything around the man was merged into his moon-colored spear and disappeared.

At noon in the mixed woods, two figures stood facing each other.

"Why do you want to stop me, mysterious participant?"

"It's just a convenience. Even if I don't do it, he will have no shortage of ways to deal with you."

It's you who will be participating in the first half of the King's Banquet. Please tell us your name.

"It's just 'No Name', the great King of Conquerors." The white-haired man showed a self-deprecating smile. If you look closely, you can see that his black pupils contain a deep blood-like luster.

"Please enjoy the final collapse of this war. I will take my leave now."

After leaving the last words, the man who called himself "Wuming" said goodbye and left, while Iskandar stood there, watching the figure disappear.

"I'm fine, kid. I'm just a sad drifter. Let's go."

The riot of the Class Kayingling ended here. Although the impact was still fermenting, for a certain mastermind behind the scenes, the current results were enough.

"The King of Conquerors didn't catch up?" After receiving the report, Shuoyue frowned and quickly ordered, "Tear down the large magic ritual formation at the other end of the forest. If innocent people are sucked into the imaginary space, it will be troublesome."

The order was received and the voice fell silent. Shuoyue sorted himself out and showed a mixture of panic, confusion, and a sense of mission on his face. Then he pushed open the door of the police station.

When all the participants were in a panic, Shuoyue was finally able to run out of the big hole and do what he had planned from the beginning.

"Hello, I want to report a crime - I know who bombed the Hyatt Hotel!"

Hyatt Hotel!

As soon as these words were spoken, the noise in the police station suddenly disappeared and it fell into an eerie silence.

For the citizens of Fuyuki City, the impact of the explosion at the Hyatt Hotel was as serious as the destruction of the Oriental Pearl Tower in Magic City. Even though the Holy Church had tried its best to suppress it, it would still take time to further block the news.

And now, the person who claimed to know the suspect was standing in front of a group of police officers.

Seeing several police officers in the police station panicking, and even the patrol chief in the office running towards him in a hurry, Shuoyue revealed a barely perceptible smile and raised the ziplock bag in his hand.

"This is the evidence I collected. Please handle it with caution, okay?"

The hint magic was activated, and everything went as Shuuyue expected:

"The person I want to report is — the priest of the Fuyuki City Church, Kotomine Kirei."

Half a quarter of an hour later, Xindu police swarmed out and rushed towards the church under the stunned gazes of passers-by.

Amid the shrill sound of sirens, countless police cars surrounded the cathedral church on the hillside of Xindu.

"I'm a police officer, please don't move!"

"Please put your hands up and stay where you are!"

A large number of armed policemen swarmed in and blocked the interior of the church. It was obvious that in order to capture the criminal who caused the terrorist attack, and under the influence of Shuoyue's suggestive magic, the police were already facing a formidable enemy.

The old priest Kotomine Riki, who was in the church, was caught off guard and was immediately controlled. After a search, Kotomine Kirei, who was recuperating in the basement, was also found, and then he was pointed at with countless guns and handcuffed with silver bracelets.

"At X:X in the afternoon of X month X, the suspect Kotomine Kirei has been arrested!" After the captain of the operation reported on the intercom, he personally escorted Kotomine Kirei towards the police car.

"Wait... did you guys make a mistake? My son Kirei has always been strict with himself, and it is impossible for him to do anything that is against the law of nature." As the old priest spoke, he calmly activated a device in his pocket.

That is a replica of a holy relic held by the Holy Church, and it has a function similar to that of suggestive magic. By using this, the predicament can be temporarily resolved.

However, the captain of the operation remained unmoved, and the old priest's suggestion was deflected.

This is... a magic barrier! This means that there is indeed a magician targeting the church!

Kotomine Rizheng immediately realized that something was wrong, but at this moment, he was helpless and could only watch his son being taken into the police car and disappear from his sight.

Who on earth committed this evil deed?" Whispering angrily, Kotomine Li was walking back to the church, intending to report the matter to the Eighth Secret Society and ask the church to use secular power to save people.

But the moment he stepped into the church, a man in a black coat, sitting on a church chair with his legs crossed, appeared in his sight.

"Emiya Kiritsugu." The old priest couldn't help but read out the man's name.

Hearing the voice behind him, the man turned around and smiled for the first time:

"I came here only to ask one thing - as an ally of Shuoyue."

Templar church

The afternoon sun shines through the stained glass windows, illuminating the dim church.