Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

--No.

"But……"

Just when Saber was about to say something else, Lancelot raised his hand to stop her. …

"Look at yourself, my king, no one of your subjects blames you, it's us who should bear the sin... not you..."

His voice gradually weakened, and slowly disappeared like a spiritual body.

But everyone knows that Lancelot has really returned to the Throne of Heroes this time.

"Wait! Lancelot Garonne..."

Saber stretched his arms forward weakly, as if he wanted to keep Lancelot, but the rules of the Holy Grail War were absolute, and it was impossible for Berserker to do things like Archer without acting alone.

Just as Di Lumuduo sighed for the departure of his 'companion', a voice he absolutely did not want to hear came from the smoke.

It was Gilgamesh's growl full of anger.

"Nice job, bastard."

The violent storm blew all the smoke away, Gilgamesh's upper body armor had been destroyed, and the chain of heaven was wrapped around his body like an armor. Presumably Gilgamesh relied on this to escape the light. Torrent of tyranny.

What's more important is that his most precious treasure - the deviance of heaven and earth. The star of development has turned to its limit, which is a sign of the completion of the Noble Phantasm.

"This time, nothing can get in the way of this king!" His handsome face became hideous, and he slammed the 'cylinder' in his hand down.

"The heaven and the earth are deviated, the star of development (EnumaElish)-------!"

With a sword swing, the world is cut open.

That's the red storm.

After the suppression force was desperately suppressing, the overwhelmed whine after the space was cut.

The earth was blown up and torn apart by all the gusts of wind.The turbulent wind rushed towards Saber and Dirumdo like a running dragon, trying to crush them with the sharp fangs of the wind.

"not good!"

Saber kicked DiLumuduo out subconsciously, and with the support of the magic power of the system, she raised the holy sword in her hand to release the Noble Phantasm again.

"The Oath - The Sword of Victory!"

The golden light and the red wind touch in the next second.

Then, an unimaginably loud sound erupted.

Chapter [-]: The ideal land far away from the world

"Wow..."

Feeling the huge wind and waves coming towards him, Rope put his arms around Irisviel with one hand, and clung to the chains extending from the madness hell with the other, so that he and she would not be blown away.

"...Gilgamesh's liberation of EA is even more exaggerated than expected. I wonder if Saber can hold it." He said with admiration.

Rope is extremely grateful for his decision.

With this kind of power, if Gilgamesh released this Noble Phantasm at that time, I'm afraid he would have to shed a layer of skin even if he didn't die?

However, it was such an attack that God did not smash the floor tiles of Liudong Temple, which made Luo Pei curious about the true face of the rumored hardest Noble Phantasm.

"……Well!"

In the gust of wind, Irisviel gripped Rope's clothes in pain, looking like she was having trouble breathing.

"Berserker has returned?"

Rope glanced at Irisviel and instantly knew her condition.

That's right, Berserker is a very magical class, and it can't even materialize without the supply of Master.

"If it doesn't work, you can rest here. I'll go over and check the battle situation myself."

"……fine."

Irisviel shook her head firmly.

"It's just three Heroic Spirits. Avalon is repairing the imbalance in my body, so it's not a big problem. Compared to this, I want to go to Saber's side and return her Noble Phantasm to her..."

Irisviel didn't want to see Saber's death, so she was eager to return the Noble Phantasm that originally belonged to Saber to her, so that Saber could have a better chance of winning.

"You're not kidding."

Rope was stunned for a moment, then said. "If you don't have Avalon now, you may fall into an unprecedented state of weakness, so it doesn't matter?"

"That was my destiny."

Irisviel lowered her eyelids, not looking at Rope.

"...As you like, it's just as long as your soul is not affected. I promise you, and I will definitely do it."

This can be considered a way to increase the probability of victory...

Thinking like this, Rope hugged Irisviel tightly and continued on in the howling wind.

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The liberating power of the two Noble Phantasms collided with each other, leaving a large circular pit on the earth again like a meteor hit the ground, and the protagonists of the incident were standing in the pit and looking at each other.