The villain's journey from the Type-Moon world

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"Be careful! There are a lot of hostile reactions from the opposite side." At this moment, Joan of Arc shouted to the King of Conquerors in front of her using magic spells.

"Huh?" Iskandar, driving an ox cart, also saw 2000 dragon-tooth soldiers and 200 wyverns flying out of the castle, and even more and more magical beasts descending.

"Go! Let those monster cubs see our dominance!" Seeing so many monsters, Iskandar became even more excited. The morale and fighting spirit of the entire legion also reached the peak level, and they collided with those rushing monsters.

"King of Conquerors Iskandar, let me see whether your legion is stronger or my Warcraft Legion is better. Hahahaha!" A familiar female voice sounded in the sky, and the masked Black Joan of Arc appeared again riding a flying dragon.

"Hahaha, unknown black knight, let's fight to our heart's content this time! Via Ecspgnatio (Distant devastation and domination)!" Iskandar drove the Divine Wheel, and the two bulls stepped directly into the air and crashed into the flying dragon of Black Jeanne d'Arc. Thunder rolled and lightning flashed around Iskandar, and he also rushed towards Black Jeanne d'Arc.

At that moment, Mad Lancelot, mingling with the warriors, was wielding a weapon he'd scavenged from who knows where, slaughtering the monsters in all directions. However, his wanton slaughter was forced to pause as a dozen purple arrows pelted him. Of course, with Lancelot's martial arts skills, he could easily shatter all of them... right? Instinctively sensing something was amiss, Lancelot chose to evade the attacks instead of using his weapon to head-on.

"Boom boom boom!"

Mud flew everywhere, even killing numerous magical beasts and Macedonian soldiers. These arrows, composed of purple magic, were no less powerful than a Noble Phantasm. A single shot would have been enough, but the enemy's fire was like that of a Gin Pikachu, unleashing a deluge of Noble Phantasm-level power. If Lancelot hadn't relied on his exceptional combat experience and instincts to dodge them, he would have been defeated long ago.

And in the crowd of monsters, a figure was running fast, constantly changing positions at high speed, shooting arrows at Lancelot while attacking Macedonian soldiers.

"Ah——!!!" Crazy Lancelot let out a loud roar, then rushed towards the figure, trying to capture him.

But the other person was so fast that not only was he unable to catch her, he was even pushed back by the chaotic enemy. He could only watch as the woman with swaying white hair shot several more arrows at him, but he could only dodge them. Meanwhile, the other person moved freely in the chaotic enemy, making this place a killing paradise for her.

"If the Master hadn't warned me long ago that you were on our side and only requested that you be prevented from contacting the Knight King, I would have blasted you to pieces long ago." The white-haired woman moving at high speed was Atalanta. Atalanta disliked the aura of Mad Lancelot. She had only followed Wang Chong's instructions, restraining him to prevent him from going mad and interfering with the duel between Mordred and Altria. Everything else would wait until the matter between Mordred and Altria was resolved.

"Mordred is really taken care of by the Master in many ways." Atalanta couldn't help but think sourly as she moved.

Kotomine Kirei's Hassan left a group of his men to protect him, while the others were scattered around the periphery of the battlefield, observing. After all, such a chaotic battle was not conducive to the combat of an Assassin class like Hassan, so being able to perform reconnaissance was already a good thing.

The Masters, observing the fierce battle ahead, couldn't help but grow worried. Jeanne, in particular, understood that the outcome of this battle lay more crucially in the attack on the Hanging Gardens than in the battle below. However, even the combined efforts of Gilgamesh and Wang Chong, the strongest of their forces, had been unable to capture this aerial fortress. With the departure of these two powerful characters, the Servant battle on the ground was already at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, not to mention the disparity in quality.

"This time, I'm afraid I have no choice but to take action." Joan of Arc took a deep breath and made a decision. If the situation turned unfavorable, she would immediately reveal her true identity and launch an attack.

Chapter 164: The Great Brawl (Part 2)

On the yellow sands, Artoria and Diarmait were arguably the two most unfortunate of all the Heroic Spirits. Artoria was naturally targeted by Mordred, while Diarmait, while not facing Mordred alongside Artoria this time, was not much better off than Artoria.

Diarmait was seen battling a petite figure while simultaneously defending himself from a barrage of arrows. Indeed, Diarmait was alone against the Gorgon sisters. Little Medusa led the frontal assault, while Euryale repeatedly stepped on the dragon's back, shooting down at Diarmait from above and disrupting his attacks.

For a moment, Diarmait was truly miserable, feeling the pain of being outnumbered two on one. His only consolation was that the enemy wasn't targeting his Master. Meanwhile, Altria faced a much more difficult battle. Without Diarmait's support, Altria was essentially dominated by Mordred, constantly forced to retreat.

Altria used every move she could, aside from Unleashing her Noble Phantasm: Wind King Barrier, Wind King Hammer, Falling Star Slash... Even using her intuition was useless. After all, she and Mordred knew each other too well, and Mordred was a pure stat monster. With skill and stats alone, Altria had no chance of winning.

In the end, Altria only managed a few dozen rounds before Mordred's sword, the Sword of Promised Victory, flew away from her grasp. Mordred then thrust his sword into Altria's neck. The defeat was inevitable; Altria could have held out much longer. Unfortunately, the events of the banquet still deeply scarred Altria, causing her to hesitate and even feel guilty when facing her former Knights of the Round Table, even Mordred.

"Saber!" Jeanne saw Altria defeated and was about to rush forward when Wang Chong's voice reached her ears: "Jeanne, wait a minute, don't forget that they are all Kiritsugu's Servants. Do you think Kiritsugu will let Mordred kill Altria?"

"This..." Because of Wang Chong's words, Joan of Arc did hesitate.

"Just wait until Gilgamesh and I break the tortoise shell up there... If anything unexpected happens to us up there... I'll be relying on you, Jeanne," Wang Chong said in a deep voice.

"...Okay. I'll wait." Out of trust in Wang Chong, Joan of Arc chose to continue watching in silence.

Meanwhile, the battle between Altria and Mordred didn't seem to end with Altria's defeat. Mordred looked at Altria, who had a gloomy expression, and asked through gritted teeth, "Why? Why did you become like this?"

Altria opened her eyes and said slowly, "I don't know what you're talking about. But now, you've won. Just this once."

Mordred was silent for a moment, then said, "So, this is why you pursue the Holy Grail? To change Britain's fate? Then tell me—"

"Why didn't you wish for my destruction? Did the British Kingdom end up being destroyed by my hands?! If you care so much about this, why would you rather erase yourself than me?! Do you despise me so much?!"

Mordred threw away the sword in his hand, grabbed Altria's collar with both hands and scolded her.

"Did you hear everything? Our conversation?" Altria asked somewhat puzzled.

"Ah, yes! I heard you arguing with that guy in the forest, and it made me want to activate my Noble Phantasm and chop you both down!" Mordred said angrily, "So answer me! Do you look down on me that much? I'm the one who destroyed Britain! Not you! Do you understand? How long do you plan to continue insulting me with those words?!"

"It's not an insult, it's just... the truth." Artoria opened her eyes, but they no longer held the same resolute look as before. Instead, they revealed a deep sadness. She slowly said, "Mordred, you were born because of me, and it's because I never understood your thoughts that you ultimately took that path. The true culprit who led to the British Kingdom's demise... was me. If I hadn't drawn the King's Sword, if someone more suitable had led the British Kingdom... perhaps everything would have been different."

"You won't be born a clone... Perhaps, you'll be born into the family you were meant to be, free from the scheming and deception of your origins. You can live healthily in the sunshine, with the happy family you were meant to have." Altria finished her words, then, as if remembering something, added, "Even during the final life-and-death battle, I criticized you for not having the qualities to be king. But in truth, I never taught you well... The truly irresponsible person is me."

"What a joke!!" Mordred threw Artoria heavily to the ground, roaring in impotence and rage, as if the winner was not her, but Artoria who was thrown heavily to the ground in front of her.

"What's that expression of yours? What's that pitiful look of yours? What's that self-righteous, compassionate word of yours?" Mordred roared. "I don't need your pity! And even less do I need your so-called salvation! Or do you think you can save Britain and me by erasing everything with the Holy Grail?"

"I tell you! King Arthur! I responded to this Holy Grail and have only one purpose in seizing the Holy Grail! Like you, I also want to go back to the moment of the Sword of King Selection! Oh, don't you want someone else to be king? Okay! I will fulfill your wish! I will make a wish to the Holy Grail, I will pick up the Sword of King Selection! Become the King of Britain!" Mordred roared.

"...Why did you go to such lengths, Mordred?" Altria struggled to get up, supporting herself, and said, "What exactly do you hate, Mordred?"

"..."But a word that Altria inadvertently revealed made Mordred's anger stagnate at this moment.

"What do I hate..." Mordred repeated. Did he hate Altria? He probably did... but if he hated someone, wouldn't he just kill her and be done with it? Then why hadn't he done it yet?

Did he resent Altria for neglecting him, for never properly fulfilling her responsibilities as a "father"? He probably did… but if that were the case, why didn't she actually ignore him this time, and even felt guilty about it? And yet he couldn't accept it? Why couldn't he even allow her to blame herself?

Why was he so angry this time? Which line in Altria's conversation with Iskandar had truly irritated him?

"...You have always saved your subjects without providing guidance, never demonstrated a king's desires, and ignored those who were lost. You simply maintained aloofness, indulging in seemingly beautiful ideals. Therefore, you are not a true king, but merely a little girl bound by an idol called "King" that exists only for others."

Iskandar's words flashed through Mordred's mind again. Mordred seemed to have grasped something, and his emotions began to rise a little.

"...a little girl...bound by the idol called 'King'."

"...The idol called 'King' is bound..."

“…The King’s…bind…”

"So... so that's how it is. Hehehe... Hahaha, how foolish... Hahaha." Was Mordred laughing? Or crying? Mordred herself couldn't tell, but at that moment, she picked up the royal sword from the ground and put it back into its scabbard.

"See you next time. If you still look like this... I will kill you. Really kill you." Mordred turned his back to Artoria who was still lying on the ground, stepped into the chaotic army without looking back, then jumped onto a wyvern and retreated directly.

Chapter 165: The Great Brawl (Part 2)

Mordred's sudden departure surprised the spectators. After all, they were at a distance and didn't hear the conversation between the two. They only saw that the two seemed to exchange some words, and Mordred looked quite angry.

But everyone quickly came to the same conclusion: their shared Master, Emiya Kiritsugu, must have intervened, leading to Mordred's furious departure. Even Irisviel thought so, though she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Altria had escaped, having even managed to reduce the number of a Heroic Spirit on the opposing team. In a sense, Altria had played a crucial role in this chaotic battle between the two sides.

"Mordred... are you the same?" Gazing at Mordred's departure, Artoria's heart grew even more gloomy. She blamed herself for all the wrongs. Even Mordred, the direct perpetrator of Britain's destruction, she no longer harbored anger or unforgiveness. Artoria could even sense the profound sadness Mordred felt at his passing. It was the same sadness shared by the other Knights of the Round Table, a sadness for herself.

"I must... must win and obtain the Holy Grail." Under this depression, Artoria's heart also became twisted and crazy. She was paranoid that only by obtaining the Holy Grail and making a wish for a miracle could all this be changed.

Artoria then cast her gaze upon the chaotic battlefield. Thunder clashed, pillars of fire rose, and the battle between Iskandar and Jeanne d'Arc reached a fever pitch. Meanwhile, her own Berserker, Lancelot (Artoria still didn't know his identity), continuously picked up javelins and other objects from the ground and hurled them with great vigor, engaging the newly emerged Berserker-class female Servant in a fierce battle. Their battlefield was now devoid of any remaining survivors, littered with debris and a hail of bullets.

Only Diarmait was left, facing two enemies at once, and was being beaten back. Artoria decided to break the deadlock by attacking Diarmait. However, Artoria didn't rush to the battlefield immediately to reinforce him. Having just fought Mordred, she had accumulated a number of sword wounds. Therefore, Artoria needed to seek Irisviel's help.

Seeing Altria rushing towards her with a sword in hand, Irisviel understood Altria's intentions. She planned to recover and then rush forward to support her with lightning speed. Irisviel stepped out and said, "Saber, I'll heal you."

"Leave it to you... Irisviel!! Get out of the way! Pick it up... woo!!" Artoria, who was about to say something polite, suddenly changed her expression and froze in place, her whole body trembling as if she was resisting something, while her hands had already grasped the two swords, as if she was about to launch an attack.

"This... this is!? Could it be?" Irisviel immediately stopped and looked around, and the other Masters' faces also changed. Kotomine Kirei even ordered Hassan to protect himself and Tōsaka Tokiomi - Artoria had been bound by the Command Seal.

"In the name of Emiya Kiritsugu, and by the command seal, Saber, kill Tōsaka Tokiomi at all costs!" A man stood under the cover of yellow sand, urging his magic power to react.

Just a short while ago, amidst the drifting yellow sand and dust, Emiya Kiritsugu's mood grew increasingly gloomy. He too had noticed that Mordred was holding back, and knowing that he wasn't the other Master, he naturally shared the same thoughts as the other Masters present.

This undoubtedly confirmed his possession of two Heroic Spirit Servants. Perhaps the other party was using this series of ironclad facts to thoroughly discredit him. Conversely, Emiya Kiritsugu saw Kotomine Kirei's Servants almost withdrawing, refusing to make any rash moves, preserving their power. He saw Tōsaka Tokiomi's Servants pretending to let Gilgamesh face the strongest frontal pressure from the aerial fortress, but that fortress never again launched the same ferocious, high-energy magical bombardment as before.

"We can't let Tokiomi and his disciples continue this charade! Saber is about to reach the closest point to the Masters! I'll use these three Command Seals you gave me now to make you pay!" A flash of red gleamed in Emiya Kiritsugu's eyes. In his eyes, the ability to bestow Command Seals upon others was something only an Overseer of the Holy Grail War, one who had previously retrieved them, could do. This generation's Overseers and Tokiomi had long been in cahoots, and Emiya Kiritsugu was even more convinced that everything he and his companions were suffering was due to the head of the family, Tokiomi.

"Perhaps, it was because so many extra Servants were summoned that the Holy Grail War started a year earlier... If it weren't for the unfavorable timing, if seven unusual Servants had been summoned in advance and plans had been made in Fuyuki for a year, the Holy Grail War would have been over on the first night. Now success or failure depends on this one move." Counting the three Command Seals given to him by the other party, plus the three he himself possessed, there were a total of six Command Seals, which were more than enough to kill Tōsaka Tokiomi.

"In the name of Emiya Kiritsugu, by the command seal, Saber, kill Tōsaka Tokiomi at all costs!" Finally, Emiya Kiritsugu seized the most crucial moment and began to use the command seal. What Emiya Kiritsugu didn't know was that all his actions were witnessed by a delicate but beautiful girl behind him. The girl smiled mockingly, the enchanting color in her pupils faded, and then she disappeared into the shadows, away from Emiya Kiritsugu.

"So you're resisting? You're so stubborn..." Feeling the will to resist coming from Artoria, Emiya Kiritsugu did not hesitate. The opportunity was fleeting, he had to make Artoria move faster, so he continued to issue Command Seals: "Reply with the second Command Seal, Saber, kill Tōsaka Tokiomi at all costs! Reply with the third Command Seal, Saber, appear before Tōsaka Tokiomi immediately!"

“Kiritsugu——!!” Three consecutive commands were issued. Even if Artoria, whose magic power reached A-level, resisted stubbornly, she could not disobey more than two Command Seals. The next moment, Artoria moved under the influence of the Command Seals and rushed towards Irisviel, who seemed to be the closest.

"Alice!" Jeanne, who had followed closely behind, reacted instantly, stepping in front of Irisviel, intending to activate her Heroic Spirit form to stop her. But the next moment, Jeanne was surprised to find that Altria had vanished.

"Three Command Seals at once? Oh no!" Jeanne realized that Emiya Kiritsugu's target was not Irisviel, and she had misjudged it in her haste.

Altria instantly appeared before Tohsaka Tokiomi, who was about to chant a magic spell when he saw the sword, filled with air currents, about to strike him. The speed of the Heroic Spirit was so great that Tohsaka Tokiomi had no time to react.

"Is it the end?!" Tōsaka Tokiomi was very unwilling. He originally thought that Hassan could stop the opponent, but the opponent's airborne Command Spell came too suddenly. Hassan was deployed at the front and had no time to provide support.

Three Command Seals, all meant to kill him. As expected, Emiya Kiritsugu's next target was himself, one of the three great families, possessing the strongest Hero King Servant. Only by eliminating himself could he win this battle at the lowest cost.

Just as Tōsaka Tokiomi gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, waiting for death, a deafening sound of metal clashing rang out. A huge gust of air instantly blew Tōsaka Tokiomi to the ground, looking extremely embarrassed. Tōsaka Tokiomi quickly stood up and opened his eyes, only to see the mad Lancelot standing in front of him.

"Berserker!? How could it be? Could it be Kariya?" Tōsaka Tokiomi couldn't help but utter, glancing at Matou Kariya, who wasn't far away. Sure enough, the Command Seals faded with a flick of Matou Kariya's hand, but Matou Kariya still had a sour face and said, "Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to save you. I just saw Saber acting strangely, and I instantly used the Command Seals to call Berserker back to protect myself. And who knows why this guy would come to save you."

"Because you sensed Saber's murderous intent... you instantly labeled her the most threatening opponent? Never mind... none of this matters!" Having narrowly escaped death, Tōsaka Tokiomi now only wanted to resolve the situation once and for all. After all, even with the Servant blocking his way, Altria's target was still him. And with the power of the Command Seals, it was feared this Berserker Servant wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer.

"Ah...Ah...Ah--Arthur!" At this time, the crazy Lancelot, who felt the familiar breath of Artoria, seemed to have fallen into a half-crazy and half-awake state, and the purple aura on his body instantly rose.

"Ah—Arthur—!!!"

Chapter 166: My Lord is Here!

"Arthur!" The voice was garbled, but it clearly called out Artoria's nickname - Arthur. With a powerful blow of his sword, the mad Lancelot actually pushed Artoria back.

"He... what's going on?" Although Artoria was very grateful that he had been able to stop her from being controlled by the Command Spell, the painful roar he let out made her heart tremble again, and a very bad feeling came over her again. It was just like the feeling she had just had when she watched Mordred leave.

"Who is he? Why does he know me? Why is it so painful?" Artoria couldn't help but think about it, but the sword in her hand did not stop, and she only wanted to rush towards Tōsaka Tokiomi behind the mad Lancelot. But the mad Lancelot had no intention of letting her go. He swung the two swords in his hands and slashed at Artoria, relying on his own strength to stop Artoria.

"Teacher!" At this time, Kotomine Kirei arrived beside Tōsaka Tokiomi, and the surrounding Hassans surrounded them. Tōsaka Tokiomi said in a deep voice, "Go! Kirei, quickly have your Servant find Emiya Kiritsugu! He must have observed us nearby. There's nothing visible from here, only the yellow sand blocking the view! Emiya Kiritsugu must be hiding in the dust."

"But the problem here is..."

"There is already a Berserker trying to stop Saber, and I'm not a magician who can only stand by and watch. You must get rid of Emiya Kiritsugu as quickly as possible. Only in this way can all this end!" After saying this, Tohsaka Tokiomi immediately used his gem magic to construct one magic spell after another, spreading them around himself, to defend against the attack launched by Artoria after she broke through the obstruction of Mad Lancelot.

"Okay, everyone, go search for Emiya Kiritsugu's whereabouts in the yellow sand and dust fog immediately!" Kotomine Kirei immediately gave the order, asking all the Hassans to enter the rolling yellow sand and dust fog to find Emiya Kiritsugu's location.

But just as Hassan left Tōsaka Tokiomi's vicinity, a bullet suddenly shot out from the dust and mist! It went straight towards Tōsaka Tokiomi. However, the defensive magic formula Tōsaka Tokiomi had just hastily constructed also responded, instantly appearing at the side of Tōsaka Tokiomi's head and striking the barrier.

"Ah! Damn it! So that's what happened!" However, although Tohsaka Tokiomi's barrier blocked the bullet, blood spurted out of Tohsaka Tokiomi's legs. For a moment, Tohsaka Tokiomi almost lost his balance and fell to the ground.

"Teacher! Hurry and go in that direction!!" Kotomine Kirei immediately pointed in the direction the bullet came from and ordered the Hassans to rush there immediately. Then he turned around and supported Tōsaka Tokiomi, and asked, "Teacher! Your magic circuits won't..."

"The lost end of the left leg...it's okay, the magic seal wasn't damaged. As expected, it's related to the amount of magic circuits activated. The more you activate, the more magic circuits will be completely disrupted in the end." Tōsaka Tokiomi said with some difficulty.

"Teacher, did you do this on purpose?" Kotomine Kirei quickly realized what was going on.

"If he hadn't done this, he wouldn't have revealed himself. Sacrificing the magic circuit of one of his lower legs not only exposed him, but also completely clarified his origins. His bullets already have a weakness, so there's no need to worry." Tōsaka Tokiomi said.

"My servants are already chasing him. There's no cover this time, so it won't be long before we catch him... Miss Leticia, isn't it time to use that Noble Phantasm you mentioned? Or are all the things you said just lies to buy time?" After Kotomine Kirei finished speaking to Tōsaka Tokiomi, he saw Irisviel and Jeanne running back, and immediately questioned them.

"Caster is ready. Master of Berserker, please have your Servant control Saber and keep her in a stalemate, unable to free her hands or dodge." Jeanne had already reported Wang Chong's response and then told everyone present what Wang Chong had said to her.

"Where are you running to?! Berserker across the way!" But just then, a female Servant's voice roared over. A black figure was seen running from a distance at a breakneck pace. When she saw the Masters, she let out a wild laugh and said, "Great! So you're all hiding here. Perfect for me to take them all down! Bow of Dark Sky! Tauropolos Skia Thermokrasia (Dark Sky Eclipse Shot)!!!"

Approaching swiftly was none other than the unusual Berserker Servant—Atalanta. A dark green longbow materialized in her hand, and she fired an arrow into the sky. A vast curtain of light appeared, encompassing all the Servants and Masters below. Soon, countless purple-black arrows erupted from the curtain like a torrential rain, threatening to engulf the entire area below.

"Go ahead, Jeanne."

A rather helpless voice rang out beside her ears, but Zhendace had already prepared herself and simply responded, "Mr. Wang Chong, I'll leave the rest of the matter to you. Now, I have to protect these people."

"I offer my prayers here. Please protect my friends and companions. Luminosite Eternelle (My Lord is Here)!" Joan of Arc's casual clothes changed, transforming into her original combat hero's attire. Under the increasingly shocked gazes of the crowd, she held the flag in both hands and prayed, then raised it high. A golden translucent field unfolded from the tip of the spear, covering everyone in the light of the activated Noble Phantasm.

The rain of purple-black arrows fell completely upon Jeanne's extended sphere, without penetrating a single ray. When the rain of arrows ceased, the outer boundary of the sphere, divided by the sphere itself, was completely pierced with purple-black arrows, a dense mass that was quite eerie. Within the sphere, however, no arrows had fallen upon it, and none of the Masters, including the two Servants still locked in a stalemate, were affected in the slightest.

"Bang!" At this moment, Atalanta (Alter) spread her wings and arrived outside the area, looking down at the crowd inside. When Atalanta (Alter) saw the blonde woman holding the banner, her first reaction was: "This girl really looks exactly like my companion named Black Jeanne d'Arc."

But soon, her eyes began to inexplicably fill with disgust. She instinctively disliked the Servant named Jeanne in front of her, as if there was some past grudge between them. In short, their compatibility was very bad.

"You're finally showing your true colors, Joan of Arc." Atalanta said directly.

"Wait? Miss Leticia is... a Servant? Or the famous French Joan of Arc?" Irisviel said with a look of disbelief.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wang Chong has always asked me to keep this matter secret. After all, this involves the Holy Grail War and the Alien Servants, so I must investigate it thoroughly before taking any action. And now, almost all the Alien Servants have appeared. As long as I eliminate all of these Servants, my mission as Ruler will be completed." Jeanne put down the flag, stared at Atalanta (Alter) in front of her vigilantly, and spoke slowly.

"Mr. Wang Chong... could it be Caster? Wait... could it be that you two have switched Master and Servant roles?!" Because Irisviel had also swapped Master roles with Kiritsugu, she quickly thought of the strange connection between Jeanne d'Arc and Wang Chong.

"No, the situation is more complicated than this... I'll explain it in detail after this battle is over... The enemy is coming again! Mrs. Ellie, stand back!" Joan of Arc sensed the murderous intent from Atalanta, and in an instant she rushed out, holding a flag, and rushed towards Atalanta, who had already drawn her bow and was ready to shoot again.

Chapter 167 Saber Changes Owner

The rivalry and grudge between Atalanta and Joan of Arc, perhaps already fought in a similar worldline, now unfolded once again in this world. Joan of Arc, waving her banner, caught up with Atalanta at incredible speed, and went straight for Atalanta's newly grown wings.

Atalanta, relying on its high maneuverability and air combat capabilities, was able to keep distance while continuously shooting at Joan of Arc. Countless arrows of light rained down, and Joan of Arc sometimes dodged, and sometimes had to forcibly rotate the gun barrel to block the arrows one by one in order to protect the masters behind her. The battle between the two sides was very stalemate.

"No wonder Black Jeanne told me to keep an eye on this guy. It's no wonder he's blessed with the Ruler class. His stats are so-so, but he's surprisingly agile, not inferior to me, and his strength rivals Servants like Black Jeanne and Mordred, known for their explosive power." Atalanta leaped aside again, dodging Jeanne's high-flying lunge. Dust flew up from where he had landed, and a massive energy wave spread outward.

"Finally here." This time, Joan of Arc did not rush to chase after him but looked up instead.

"Hmm?" Atalanta also looked up and saw a black mist in the sky, carrying something glittering, rapidly descending. Atalanta narrowed her eyes slightly. She knew who it was, but she had to put on a good show. Atalanta immediately raised her arrow to the sky, predicting the trajectory of the black mist.

"Too naive! Don't even think about it!" Joan of Arc naturally noticed that Atalanta wanted to interfere, so she instantly stabbed Atalanta, forcing the other party to shift her attention to herself.

"Damn it." Atalanta pretended to curse, but actually sneered in her heart.