In Type-Moon, it all starts with adopting Sakura.

"Irisviel, retreat immediately!"

The situation was becoming increasingly dire, and Artoria realized that they couldn't continue fighting like this. If they continued to wear down Lancer in front of them, they would surely die. So now they had to fight to the death!

Thinking of this, she gripped the holy sword in her hand again, controlling the azure gale to block the waves while shouting to Irisviel behind her.

Soon, she will unleash her Noble Phantasm to break the deadlock...

However, because her Noble Phantasm was too powerful, Irisviel would be in great danger if she stayed there, so she had to cover Irisviel's escape first.

"But, Saber..."

Upon hearing this, Irisviel's expression showed some worry.

"Don't worry about me! I have a plan!"

"Okay, alright, be careful, Saber."

Seeing Artoria's extremely serious expression and hearing her anxious cries, Irisviel knew that staying would be pointless. With the Command Seals in Kiritsugu's hands, she, as a fake Master, couldn't offer Saber any real support. So she nodded solemnly, then turned around without hesitation, preparing to leave before the two Servants engaged in their final battle.

"..."

Finn merely glanced at them indifferently without intervening. He had long since realized that these two were not master and servant, and the message his lord had just delivered confirmed this. Therefore, there was absolutely no reason for him to attack that woman.

He was a hero, not a murderer. Without his lord's orders, he was unwilling to commit meaningless killings.

Thank you.

Seeing that Finn did not stop her, a hint of gratitude appeared in Artoria's eyes.

"No need to thank me. This is a battle between you and me, and innocent people should not be involved."

Finn nodded slightly, his body leaning against the sea, continuing to wield his spear and gather more waves. Finally, he asked Artoria a question.

"Now comes the final showdown. Are you ready, King Arthur?"

"Yes, bring it on, Lancer!"

Looking at the towering waves overhead, Artoria took a deep breath, already knowing the outcome of the competition.

However, even so, she showed no fear whatsoever. She nodded slightly and then bravely swung her sword to meet the attack.

This was his last move; it was a battle to determine who was superior and who would die!

As the last sentence was spoken, both of them lowered their voices.

The sea breeze made the atmosphere even more somber.

After exchanging glances, the two prepared their actions, and then—

"Then, the release of the Noble Phantasm..."

Before he could even utter the final incantation of liberation, he was alone.

Suddenly, they heard soft footsteps beside them, and a third person emerged from a corner of the harbor.

"Is this how it's going to be decided? It seems I entered the fray a bit too late..."

As the mist dissipated, a figure stealthily emerged from the shadows. A slender yet not frail body was clad in a tight-fitting purplish-black bodysuit, a black veil covered purple hair, and red eyes filled with a bewitching allure. Her beautiful face was veiled...

She was indeed incomparably beautiful, but even more so, she possessed a captivating allure. Even if one could not fully see her face beneath the veil, her beauty could be discerned through the hazy shadow.

"...Who are you? The Lancer from earlier today!"

Upon seeing Scáthach emerge from the mist, Artoria's eyes widened, and she immediately called out his identity.

"It's you, Saber. We meet again. I was originally planning to personally challenge you to a battle, but someone beat me to it."

"And my partner wasted some time because he was obsessed with magic, which is why he was a little late."

Completely disregarding the tense and solemn atmosphere of the battlefield, Scáthach swaggered out from the corner and greeted them, "You too, good evening. It really has been a long time. Finn McCool, descendant of the God of War Nuada. I never expected to run into you here."

"Ugh……"

Upon seeing this beautiful and familiar figure, Finn's face showed a complex expression. He then raised his hand to greet Scáthach, "You are also the Queen of the Other Side of the Demon Realm. I never expected that I would have the honor of meeting you again in this Holy Grail War."

As a descendant of the gods in Celtic mythology, Finn was naturally no stranger to the equally famous queen before him.

However, when he saw that the true name he had kept hidden all this time while fighting Saber was easily called out by the other party, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Scáthach didn't care about this, because she knew very well that when she and Finn appeared in the same Holy Grail War, hiding their true names was no longer meaningful.

Now, having met two other top heroes from Celtic mythology, the fighting spirit hidden deep within her could no longer be suppressed.

Scáthach flipped her hand, and two crimson lights flashed, revealing two crimson magic spears, one long and one short, firmly in her grasp.

"Now...who wants to go first? Or should we all come at once?"

He twirled his gun slightly in mid-air, then his crimson eyes swept lightly over Finn and Artoria. Finally, a surge of immense magical power erupted from his body, causing the two present to change their expressions.

"Two Lancers?"

Seeing the magic spear spinning endlessly in Scáthach's hand, Artoria couldn't help but turn her head to look at Finn standing in the distance, her small eyes filled with great confusion.

Chapter Thirty-Four: The Battlefield Grows Increasingly Lively (Part Two)

"Things are really in a mess..."

Upon seeing Scáthach suddenly appear on the battlefield, Finn, who had been confidently preparing to take down Saber and her Master in one fell swoop with his Master, paused, then stopped, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Located in a coastal area, with the sea at his back, he has countless water currents at his disposal. As long as he is in this harbor, he will have an absolute advantage, and even King Arthur would not be his match.

If a clash of Noble Phantasms had actually taken place, the power unleashed by that holy sword, which could not be fully unleashed, would have been absolutely insufficient to withstand that colossal wave.

In fact, he had been holding back somewhat from the very beginning of the battle. His tactics, employed to wait for other Servants to enter, were merely attrition and containment. However, Artoria failed to recognize her actions immediately, allowing herself to be gradually drawn into the game. Furthermore, even knowing that the homunculus behind her wasn't her Master, Saber's actions suggested its importance. Attacking the woman named Irisviel would undoubtedly distract King Arthur, exposing a greater vulnerability.

It can only be said that after dying, he reappeared in the world, but not as the senile old man. Instead, he existed in his favorite state of youth. Finn missed the time when he was still a knight and a hero so much that he did not want to end it so soon. He unconsciously let some water out of him... no, it should be said that he let the sea out of him.

He felt that King Arthur, a hero not known for his martial prowess, should not leave so bitterly and resentfully. He believed that she should unleash her brilliance at the last moment, which is why he gave Artoria one last chance to fight.

Of course, he was different from some other knight who would go against his lord's wishes in pursuit of justice among knights. Finn did this because he already saw his inevitable victory, and he would fulfill his lord's orders before satisfying his own desires.

However, because he hadn't had such a satisfying battle in a long time, he gradually got carried away and, seeing that no other Servants had arrived for quite some time, assumed that no one else would come, which caused him to miss his chance...

He was simply careless and missed a golden opportunity. He must remember this mistake and never repeat it.

Now that Scáthach has entered the scene, Finn, who knows the abilities and reputation of this Queen of the Shadow Kingdom, naturally dares not underestimate her in the slightest.

He glanced at the two crimson demonic spears in his hand, one long and one short, his eyes narrowing with apprehension.

Honestly, he was more wary of Scáthach's two magic spears, capable of slaying gods, than of King Arthur.

The original balance between the two sides was completely shattered by the intervention of this force.

He could still use his Noble Phantasm to directly clash with King Arthur and then crush her with the power of the ocean, but that would only lead to one outcome.

Even if he can defeat King Arthur, it doesn't mean he can achieve a complete victory. On the contrary, after unleashing his Noble Phantasm, he will be in a vulnerable period, revealing a huge flaw. If Scáthach, who is in a third-party position, takes the opportunity to shoot him, he will most likely die here.

His goal is victory, not to have his achievements stolen, so for now he can only put aside the release of his Noble Phantasm and confront the two Heroic Spirits present.

Having also grasped the situation, Artoria naturally wouldn't rashly unleash her Noble Phantasm. She looked warily at the two Heroic Spirits wielding spears before her, her eyes filled with doubt.

Finn's weapon is indeed a gun, and given the unparalleled martial arts skills he displayed in the battle just now, he must be Lancer.

Although this made Artoria wonder what class the purple-haired woman she saw on the street today was, she didn't think too much about it. Perhaps she had misjudged her, and the other person might actually be an Archer or an Assassin.

However, with the afterimages of the two crimson magic spears spinning in her palms, and the fierce fighting spirit that was no less than Finn's, Artoria's doubts rose again.

One Holy Grail War, two Lancers?

Could it be that this isn't a battle between the seven riders, but rather a chaotic free-for-all?

Then, just as she was beginning to feel confused about the current situation, something unexpected suddenly happened...

—Boom!!

It was accompanied by a deafening roar like thunder fragments.

Immediately afterwards, a blue lightning bolt ripped through the night sky and struck the battlefield, stunning Scáthach, Finn, and the others who were eagerly preparing for battle. They looked at the lightning bolt with suspicion and uncertainty...

A flash of lightning followed, and then a wave of heat from the thunder dissipated, revealing that the true form of the lightning was actually a majestic and imposing war chariot.

A war chariot traveling in the sky.

"It's a tank..."

Finn bit his finger, the first to recognize the true nature of the lightning. The chariot was an ancient one, carved with bull heads, and the riders on it were not horses, but two blue divine bulls, treading on lightning and pulling the magnificent chariot.

"Both sides, lay down your weapons! You are before me now!!"

The one making such a high-profile entrance, loudly announcing his arrival, is a red-haired heroic spirit named Rider. He drives his living room chariot and rampages into the battlefield, loudly proclaiming his arrival.

"..."

"..."

The three people present were stunned by this outrageous scene, and then looked at the red-haired giant, whose appearance was obviously out of place, with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot.

Beside him was a black-haired boy who had been traveling too fast in mid-air and was somewhat disoriented from the cold night wind and the astonishing height. This was Webber Wilster, one of the traitors Kenneth had been searching for.

"Is this the lord's student?"

Having seen photos of Webber and Rowe beforehand, Finn recognized them the moment they appeared.

"Haha, everyone has stopped, that's good. Now listen carefully! My name is Iskandar, the Conqueror. I have reappeared in this Holy Grail War as Rider. Are there any like-minded heroes willing to submit to my command?!"

Rider, who made a high-profile entrance and revealed his real name directly, proclaimed this.

"..."

The scene was completely silent, almost deathly quiet.

"...So, does that mean the world was once conquered by such an idiot?"

This thought simultaneously popped into everyone's mind.

That's truly pathetic...

"How...how should this be evaluated?"

Finn was somewhat at a loss.

"What exactly are you trying to do?"

Scáthach was particularly unhappy.

"Where did he... just appear out of nowhere?"