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

What just happened?

Weber Wilster, the only ordinary person present, clearly did not understand what had just happened.

"This is truly remarkable..."

On the contrary, Iskandar beside him praised the incredibly dangerous scene as if he were holding his eyes up.

Just now, when faced with hundreds of Noble Phantasms shooting at him from all directions without any blind spots, the dark-skinned knight did not choose to simply dodge.

Instead, he crouched like a wild beast, dodging the first two Noble Phantasms in a blur, then casually grabbed the other two in mid-air, one in each hand. With his exceptional dual-sword skills, he easily withstood the barrage of Noble Phantasms. Then, with a swift movement, he appeared beneath the lamppost where Archer was, and effortlessly cleaved it in two with a single swing of his sword.

That's not all...

What shocked the assembled heroes even more than his unparalleled martial arts skills was the black magic emanating from his palm.

In their sight, the golden weapons that had originally sprang out from the golden gate of light were merely touched and grabbed by the black knight, and then, as if they had been painted with black paint, they were dyed with Berserker's own color. Berserker then used them to attack the true owners of these Noble Phantasms.

"One can possess multiple Noble Phantasms, and the other can steal Noble Phantasms... These two are just too..."

Having witnessed the strength of these two newly appeared Heroic Spirits, Artoria's already ominous expression grew even more grave.

She looked at the black knight whose aura seemed somewhat familiar, and at the same time, she began to ponder his true identity.

The Black Knight... The Black Knight... Where have I seen him before?

"Arrrrr——!!"

On the other hand, even though Berserker's body was driven by Command Spells, he never forgot to keep an eye on Artoria beside him during the battle.

Especially when he noticed Wang's familiar gaze, he, as Wang's number one fan, shouted excitedly and fought even harder.

Because he no longer had his second berserk state, although he occasionally made irrational judgments due to the influence of the Berserker class, he could still regain some rationality after venting his berserk state through his extraordinary willpower. Therefore, he became even more excited after sensing King Arthur's gaze.

oooooooo!

It is the king's gaze!

It is the king watching over me!

In that case, I absolutely cannot let the King down!!!

As if injected with chicken blood, Lancelot fought with increasing ferocity, showing no sign of retreat even in the face of overwhelming gunfire. With his boundless martial arts prowess, he could not be easily defeated by such a haphazard fighting style.

So when he saw Archer land, he excitedly rushed over to him.

"..."

Scáthach, witnessing this battle on the battlefield, also deeply admired Lancelot's martial arts skills.

The pinnacle of mortal existence...

Meanwhile, Artoria was still marveling at the Berserker's agility and racking her brains to guess his identity.

"Are you... serious?"

Isn't that your Knight of the Round Table? Even if he has the ability to conceal his true identity, you should be able to recognize him just by his martial arts skills, right?!

Scáthach gave Artoria a strange look, her perception of Artoria's obliviousness reaching a new level.

Lancelot's brilliant performance seems to have failed to impress anyone...

"You bastard! You mad dog, how dare you make me, the king, fall to the ground and stand at the same height as you! You deserve to die a thousand deaths!!"

With the streetlight cut in two, Archer, forced to stand on the ground, had his face contorted with rage, especially after seeing that the opponent was using his own Noble Phantasm. He felt his dignity as a king had been greatly offended.

To diminish the king's stature and steal his treasures... these crimes go beyond mere offense; they are utter disrespect! He must be executed to uphold the king's majesty!

Anger, extreme anger...

Archer, who was already furious because three kings had appeared in one night, felt his anger rise even higher.

Under his overwhelming rage, more and more golden gates opened in the night sky, and countless golden ripples, like golden waves rising in the night sky, replaced the original darkness and dyed the sky gold.

Under his control, thousands of golden light gates opened simultaneously, surprising all the heroic spirits present.

From the moment he appeared, no one thought Archer was weak, but seeing him control thousands of Noble Phantasms and prepare to fire them all at once still shocked people.

This level of volley fire is far superior to what we saw before; even top-tier Heroic Spirits would find it difficult to completely withstand such a number.

As expected, this golden Archer is terrifyingly powerful!!

At this moment, a major problem that had been troubling them has now been answered clearly.

Who is the strongest among the Heroic Spirits present?

If we only look at the Noble Phantasm, it's probably King Arthur wielding the strongest holy sword, right?

Considering the terrain, Finn, who can ride the ocean waves, should be stronger.

I think it should be Scáthach, after all, the Queen of the Land of the Dead is definitely not someone to be trifled with.

If we're just talking about titles, then Iskandar the Conqueror isn't out of the question.

Now...

Who is Archer?!

This overwhelming array of Noble Phantasms has completely cemented his status as the strongest Heroic Spirit in this Holy Grail War.

Berserker is in for a rough time this time.

Just as everyone was silently mourning for Berserker, who was being targeted by thousands of Noble Phantasms, suddenly...

Archer, who had been so imposing, suddenly froze...

He looked up at the sky with an incredulous expression, and then heard a voice in his ear.

“My king, I admonish you with a commandment that now is not the time for a decisive battle, so please calm your wrath and return to your land.”

The familiar voice, carrying a powerful sense of constraint, made it difficult for Archer to continue his actions. The source of that constraint was undoubtedly a Command Seal!

At this moment, Tokiomi Tohsaka, who was at the Tohsaka residence watching Gilgamesh cause a ruckus, could no longer contain himself.

His original plan was to preserve his strength, cooperate with his disciples, and then rely on Gilgamesh's powerful strength to secure victory in the Holy Grail War.

However, Gilgamesh's actions at this moment undoubtedly contradicted his plan.

It's important to understand that the Holy Grail War isn't a one-on-one arena battle, but a massive free-for-all.

While Gilgamesh is the strongest among them, King Arthur, the King of Conquerors, the Queen of the Shadow Kingdom, and the Godslayer are all exceptional Heroic Spirits. If Gilgamesh were to reveal his true strength in anger while fighting the Black Knights, it would inevitably arouse their fear and even lead to a coordinated attack. After all, no hero would want to face such a terrifying opponent as Gilgamesh alone.

Even Gilgamesh, wielding the sword Ea, would be forced to retreat if attacked from multiple sides simultaneously. At that point, with only Assassin remaining, he would have absolutely no hope of victory. This was something he absolutely could not accept.

Therefore, in this crisis, Tokiomi Tohsaka decided to use his extraordinary wisdom to advise the king, and then use Command Seals to summon back this lawless ancient king to stabilize the situation, and then proceed slowly.

What he didn't realize was...

His extraordinary wisdom fueled Gilgamesh's already furious anger even more.

"Tokiomi Tohsaka! You insolent bastard, how dare you attempt to use Command Seals to quell my wrath..."

At this moment, he glared angrily at the black knight before him and all the Servants around him, and said with a gloomy expression:

"You false kings and monstrous cultivators, continue your brutal slaughter here like wild dogs. Remember this: only true heroes are worthy to stand before me."

Then, under the force of the Command Seal, its golden body finally lost its support, instantly turning into a golden light and then disappearing in an instant.

Although Gilgamesh maintained an aloof demeanor as he left, everyone present could clearly see that it was the effect of a Command Seal.

"It's a Command Seal..."

"To actually use a Command Spell to forcibly recall a hero in battle, it seems Archer's Master is rather foolish..."

Iskandar stroked his chin, looked in the direction Gilgamesh had disappeared, and said thoughtfully.

In his opinion, Archer Master's behavior just now was simply suicidal...

Let alone the extremely proud Archer, if his Master dared to recall him at that time, he would also let him experience the wrath of the Conqueror King.

However, the other heroic spirits present could vaguely understand their thoughts: they were worried about being attacked by a group if they revealed too much of their strength, so they left first...

As a Master, there's nothing wrong with this tactic, but has he really thought through what to do next?

If a magician treats heroes like familiars, ordering them around as if they can control them, they will suffer greatly later.

Scáthach squinted, seemingly already anticipating the fate of some unfortunate fellow.

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Emiya Kiritsugu, Your Wife is Lost! (4K5 words)

Emiya Kiritsugu...

This is a man known as the Magician Killer, and a notorious scoundrel in the magic world. With his horrifying record of killing nearly a hundred magicians, he is a dangerous figure with a reputation even in the world's magic circles.

Yet this incredibly dangerous man appeared unusually sorrowful at this moment.

Under the cold night sky, a man, dressed in tattered clothes and pale-faced, had blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He was writhing in excruciating pain throughout his body, leaving him paralyzed with agony. Even his once-cold expression was now contorted with agony. If he could, he would desperately want to smoke a cigarette to calm himself down.

However, Artoria, who was standing in front and dragging him along on the flatbed cart, clearly did not understand his intentions.

And so, under the cool night sky, the two, who were already somewhat at odds, one responsible for pulling and the other for lying down, silently made their way forward through the grove.

"..."

Exhausted, Kiritsugu Emiya blinked, wanting to speak, but the dryness in his throat made him give up on this difficult task. Finally, he mustered his strength, reached into his pocket with his numb hand, and took out a cigarette, lighting it in his mouth.

Comfortable……

The pain has eased a little.

The smell of nicotine slightly eased his brow. Then, the man named Kiritsugu Emiya, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, gazed blankly at the night sky, reflecting on the battle that had clearly gone wrong that night.

From any perspective, tonight's plans and the battle can be described as a complete failure.

The current situation is indescribably bad.

First, regarding the Master, there's not much to say. His online matches were completely dominated by Kenneth, and he was utterly powerless to fight back.

His only gains were a few pieces of intelligence that he barely managed to obtain at the cost of half his life. First, his opponent had been confirmed: Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald, the trusted monarch of the Clock Tower, the Lord of the Mineral Department, the head of the El-Melloi School, a magician from a powerful family that had been passed down for nine generations, and a Color-Rank Magician.

Although he had learned through his investigation that there were two orthodox magicians from the Clock Tower in this Holy Grail War before he came, he did not expect that there would be a Lord from the Clock Tower in this Holy Grail War, and that the other party was an extremely outrageous Lord.

Logically speaking, a ninth-generation magician like Kenneth, an old nobleman of the Clock Tower, and a color-rank magician, should be an arrogant and disdainful being. Even if he participated in the Holy Grail War, he would most likely not take second-rate magicians like them seriously and would disdain using his full strength in battle, thus giving them a chance to turn the tables.

Unlike orthodox magicians, he wields the immense weapon, the [Origin Bullet]. If his opponent is unaware of his abilities, and he can seize the opportunity to hit the target with a single bullet, then no matter how powerful the magician, he can use the Origin Bullet's properties to bring them to their knees, achieving a decisive first-meeting kill.

However, Kiritsugu Emiya had no idea what had triggered Kenneth's actions.

Attending a rural magic ceremony, his entire outfit could be described as fully armed, practically from toes to teeth. Defense, invisibility, reconnaissance, positioning, and amplification magic... there's almost nothing this guy can't do. He's completely armed himself like a rogue warrior among magicians, his survival instinct is off the charts.