It's normal for an evil god to raise an Abyss.

"Needless to say, I am also the king of the Kingdom of Britain. No matter what kind of king you are, there is no reason for you to bow down to others."

“Oh? The King of Britain?” Rider seemed to be somewhat interested in what Saber said, and his brows furrowed a little.

"I didn't expect it. It's really a bit shocking that the world-renowned Knight King is actually a little girl."

"Then try to eat the sword of the little girl in your mouth, King of Conquerors."

Saber's tone was calm, but hidden in her words was the same sharp edge as her sword.

Under normal circumstances, Saber would not care too much about her female identity, but Rider's remarks made her feel fooled. Now, being able to maintain a relatively calm tone was already the limit of her patience.

"King of Conquerors, I admire your courage in introducing yourself, but I already have a new master in this life and I will swear allegiance to him. I cannot serve two masters again."

Lancer waved his spear to show his attitude.

"One, two, three people all want to recruit a weak Caster like me, making me feel like a hot commodity for a moment~"

Facing the King of Conquerors' last look, Xueyue said lightly,

"But unfortunately, I am not a king or general whose name will go down in history, but I also have no intention of being a minister. It is better to say that other so-called emperors are just something I want to wipe out. If you, King of Conquerors, want to continue to pester me, I can only let you stay here forever."

Rider frowned and sighed, "It's a pity that the negotiations broke down like this..."

"What should we do now? You keep talking about conquering others, but in the end you become the target of concentrated fire. Do you really think you can defeat three Servants at the same time?"

Waver's low wailing did not make Rider feel any guilt. Instead, he burst into laughter:

"Isn't there a saying that goes, 'Nothing is better than a try'?"

“I’m afraid that [A Hundred Talks Are Worth a Try] is not your real name!” Waver was furious and continued to hammer Rider with his pitiful strength.

"Oh, is that so? So that's how it is..." The resentment that seemed to have solidified into substance turned into words and floated towards the ground.

“I was wondering, how could you be so crazy as to steal my holy relic? Oh, come to think of it, maybe you also want to participate in the Holy Grail War, right, Mr. Waver Velvet?”

Chapter 10: The King of Streetlights

When Waver heard someone calling his name so viciously, he naturally guessed who the source of the words was. Lancer's Master was the lecturer in the Clock Tower - Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald.

During Weber's years of study in the Clock Tower, he was ridiculed by his lecturer Kenneth more than once. He threw away the thesis that Weber had conceived for several years and written carefully for a year like garbage, and openly mocked Weber's ignorance in class.

"[Inquiring about the path of magic in the new century]... 'A magician's origin can be compensated by experience, and magic circuits are not the decisive factor'. That's your opinion, right? If you have such delusions, you are not suitable for studying magic."

The condescending tone, which even carried a hint of pity, accompanied the lecturer's words, and the laughter from the students around him, made Waver extremely ashamed and angry.

(That guy is nothing special. Watch me make a big news. Then it will prove that I am right!)

With this in mind, Waver stole the relic prepared by Lecturer Kenneth for the Holy Grail War - the fragment of the King of Conquerors' cloak, and came to Fuyuki City to summon the King of Conquerors first.

In this way, as one of the Lords of the Clock Tower who has great connections, even if he loses one relic, he must be able to find other relics easily. So it is natural for Kenneth to appear here.

"What a pity! I wanted my lovely student to live a happy life. Waver, with your talent, you are still just a 'mortal' after all. You should have a stable life that only mortals can live."

Kenneth's voice came again, making Waver feel a little dizzy. The fear of being suppressed by the teacher as a student involuntarily surged into his heart.

Kenneth, who was in the dark, saw the changes in Waver's expression. He continued in a cold and playful voice:

"At this point, there is nothing we can do, Waver-kun. Let me give you some extracurricular lessons. I will teach you the true horror and pain of the slaughter between magicians without reservation. Feel honored by this!"

"Alas!"

Waver's entire body was trembling; the murderous intent of his former lecturer, which had solidified into reality, made him breathless.

Rider grasped Waver's shoulders. His rough and thick fingers seemed reliable, gentle, and powerful at this moment, calming the boy's shaky fear.

"Hey, magician, it looks like you're going to replace my little Master and become my Master."

Rider asked Kenneth who was nowhere to be seen, with a malicious smile on his face.

"If that's the case, it's really hilarious. Although my little Master looks very weak, he is a warrior who dares to fight on the battlefield with me. He is not a coward like you who dares not even show his face!"

That party was silent, but a silent anger seemed to spread in the air. Rider ignored it and laughed loudly towards the night sky.

“Come out! Come out, all of you who are hiding in the darkness and watching! How pitiful! The heroes gathered in Fuyuki, with real names worthy of boasting, are hiding their heads and showing their tails like rats. They are so cowardly. Aren’t you ashamed of this?”

After laughing loudly, Rider continued to look around with a provocative look.

"Heroic spirits who have descended upon this world in response to the Holy Grail War, gather here now! I, the King of Conquerors, have no intention of insulting you, you cowards who dare not even show your face. Just wait to be crushed by my iron hoofs!"

Rider's resonant voice was clearly heard even by Emiya Kiritsugu who was hiding in the container in the distance and Maiya who was standing opposite him.

"Has the world ever been conquered by such a fool?..."

Unable to understand the way of thinking of the ancient heroes, Kiritsugu could only complain.

Assassin, relying on his ability to share vision and hearing, naturally reported the situation to his master Kotomine Kirei who was far away in the church. Kirei used the jewel communicator to inform Tōsaka Tokiomi of the situation.

"Le, can that golden guy still hold back now?" Xueyue was waiting for the appearance of the "Street Lamp King" with an amusing attitude.

At the top of the street lamp ball about ten meters above the ground, a golden light appeared, and the light gradually condensed into a figure wearing golden armor.

Although they had only seen him briefly in the sight of the familiar, the golden figure was too impressive. Everyone present recognized him at a glance. Needless to say, the Servant who had previously used an overwhelming offensive to directly blast Assassin to pieces must be Archer.

"You really don't take me seriously. I didn't expect that two ignorant guys who call themselves kings would appear overnight."

Archer's tone was quite unhappy, and his eyes were full of disdain for the Servants below him.

Rider did not seem to have expected that someone with an attitude even more exaggerated than his own would appear, and he could not help but scratch his chin in confusion:

"Even if you speak rudely...I, Iskandar, am still a famous conqueror in the world."

"Humph, I am the only hero in the world who can truly be called a king. The rest are just a bunch of bastards."

Archer simply made a declaration that was a hundred times and a thousand times worse than an insult, already overflowing with arrogance.

Saber was already extremely shocked, but Rider just sighed and asked in return:

"Now that we've come to this, how about you tell me your name? If you were also a king, you wouldn't be afraid to even mention your own name, right?"

Hearing Rider's question, Archer stared at Rider below with his red eyes filled with anger.

"Are you questioning me? Are you, a common cultivator, qualified to ask me questions?" The golden heroic spirit gradually revealed murderous intent.

"That guy who looks arrogant is the king of Uruk, the king recorded in mankind's oldest heroic epic, Gilgamesh." Xueyue reminded from the side.

“The King of Heroes? I didn’t expect him to be such a guy. He seems to be a strong opponent.” Rider instead felt a surge of pride.

"Heh, it seems that not all the miscellaneous cultivators are ignorant. Now that they know my name, they should sincerely pay homage to my glory." Archer's expression eased a little.

However, Xueyue's next words made his face change.

Chapter 11 The Last Rider Appears

"I heard that the King of Uruk was a wise monarch, not as crazy as he is now. If you are really that heroic king, I'm sure your friends will be disappointed by this~"

Xueyue spoke so slowly on purpose.

"Haha...hahahahahaha..." Archer laughed arrogantly, "Okay, very good, you actually question the king's identity. Then, do you want to try and see if the king's anger is real or fake?!"

Archer's murderous aura became more apparent, several golden ripples appeared in the air, and he unsheathed a variety of shining weapons.

Saber, Lancer, and Rider witnessed and also took a fighting stance. The might brought by Archer could not be ignored.

Abigail tugged at Xueyue's sleeve, worry evident on her face, but Xueyue simply held Abigail's hand tightly in return, turned her head and gave her a reassuring look, indicating that Abigail need not worry.

On the ground where it was extremely difficult for anyone to notice, shadows were faintly surging.

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"Haha, hahahaha."

In a dark corner, there was a young man who was infested by "worms" and he also let out an unclear laugh.

There was no doubt that Archer was the Servant of his target of revenge - Tōsaka Tokiomi.

First crush his Servant, then take revenge on the person who trampled on his happiness. What a crazy excitement it is. Tonight is the prelude to revenge the previous shame!

"Berserker! Take down Archer for me!" The young man named Matou Kariya ordered the Servant in the distance.

In a corner of this chaotic battlefield, a torrent of magical power suddenly arose, attracting the attention of most people.

While others were wondering about the new guy who had just joined the battle, Xueyue had already understood that the most uncontrollable guy had finally arrived.

It was a burly and tall figure, wrapped in a suit of armor as black as a shadow. In the tiny gap between the helmet, there was a pair of pupils burning like fire, emitting a terrifying light, as if it was a demon that had just crawled back from the abyss.

Unlike Saber, Lancer, Rider, Archer and other "glamorous" heroes who can be seen at a glance, the guy in front of him is more like an "anti-hero", exuding an uncomfortable and ominous aura all over his body.

"It's impossible to judge. I can't tell his ability at all." Weber shouted.

The Masters in the Holy Grail War will be granted the power of perspective to see through the ability values ​​of other Servants, so that the Master can make better strategic plans by comparing the ability values ​​of both Servants.

In fact, there was no need for Weber to shout, as everyone present had noticed the abnormality. No matter how hard they concentrated, they could not accurately capture the figure of that guy.

Just like projecting an out-of-focus image, the outline of the jet-black armor always appears so blurry, as if there are two or three figures overlapping each other. In addition to vision, this power can even affect the Master's perspective ability. Perhaps this is that guy's special ability or curse.

With the appearance of Berserker and Assassin who some people are still unaware of, the Servants of this Holy Grail War are finally gathered. Such a chaotic scene has fallen into a strange balance.

If someone launches an attack first, he will most likely be besieged by other Servants. Even if the Servant himself has the desire to fight, I am afraid that no Master will let the Servant go and make a scene in this situation.

Seeing everyone in a stalemate, Xueyue simply took out a set of tables and chairs, asked Abigail to sit down, and started drinking tea amid everyone's slightly surprised gazes.

While Saber and Lancer were still weighing the pros and cons, Archer made new moves.

"Hmm?" Archer cast a murderous look at the newly appeared Berserker. He easily felt Berserker's gaze.

In Archer's opinion, Berserker should hide like a rat in a gutter. It was disrespectful for him to appear in front of him, not to mention staring at him with such a "vile and dirty" look.

Archer chose Berserker as his first target without hesitation.

“I will cut you into pieces, you bastard!” As the words fell, a gun and a sword flew towards Berserker.

For ordinary Heroic Spirits, a Noble Phantasm that is enough to be a trump card was simply "consumed" by Archer like a cannonball, which was undoubtedly very careless and reckless.

Even so, the Noble Phantasm was still a Noble Phantasm, with destructive power comparable to that of a small bomb, which directly hit the position where Berserker was standing, raising a huge cloud of dust.

After the smoke cleared, Berserker still existed.

In the brief confrontation, Xueyue saw clearly: Berserker grabbed the sword that arrived first and then knocked away the spear that arrived later.

From a universal point of view, a Noble Phantasm can only be used flexibly in the hands of a dedicated Heroic Spirit, and Berserker's ability to perform such delicate operations is related to one of his Noble Phantasms.

[Knights Do Not Die Unarmed] This Noble Phantasm allows Berserker to control anything he recognizes as a "weapon."

Archer was not surprised by this, but rather, he was furious.

"How dare you touch my Noble Phantasm with your dirty hands? Are you so anxious to die?! Miscellaneous!"

In response to that murderous intent, sixteen Noble Phantasms appeared around Archer and fired at Berserker at the same time.

Despite this large-scale carpet bombing, Berserker showed no signs of defeat. He skillfully used the Noble Phantasm to block the incoming weapons.

The sixteen Noble Phantasms were fired one after another, and except for Berserker standing in the center, the surrounding terrain could no longer be seen in its original form.

Berserker casually threw the two weapons in his hands, easily cutting off the lamppost Archer was standing on, forcing Archer to fall to the ground.

"Miscellaneous cultivator! You dare let me, who is so high and mighty, stand on the ground with a fellow like you?!"

Archer's anger had reached its limit, and the rage had turned his originally handsome face into a completely ferocious one.

"Such disrespect is enough to make you die thousands of times, Zaxiu. I will cut you into pieces, and you will repent in hell for your sin of angering me!"

Archer was roaring furiously, and Berserker was silent in the distance. For a moment, it was hard to tell who was the real "Berserker".

The golden light illuminated the night sky as if it were daytime. This time, Archer took out twice as many Noble Phantasms as before, thirty-two of them. One could not help but wonder if this guy's Noble Phantasms were endless.

Xueyue gently put down the teacup. If Archer's "cautious" Master didn't stop her, then she would have to consider taking some action. It would be too boring if Archer really got upset tonight.

Chapter 12 The melee ends

"...Gilgamesh is getting serious. He's going to use the King's Treasure."

After hearing Kotomine Kirei's report, Tōsaka Tokiomi couldn't help but hold his head. Although he was in good health, he felt a severe headache at the moment.

From the moment he summoned Gilgamesh, Tokiomi feared the reputation of the Hero King and served him with the courtesy of a subject, wanting to respect Gilgamesh's wishes to the maximum extent he could tolerate. But who would have thought that Gilgamesh would approach the so-called limit of tolerance so quickly?

In Tokiomi's eyes, the intelligence from all parties is still unclear. It is undoubtedly irrational to reveal all the cards, and it is unacceptable to go all out...