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Beside him, Kotomine Kirei nodded.

They had not expected that in this Holy Grail War there would be a straightforward hero like the King of Conquerors, Iskandar, who not only openly revealed his true name but also used it to gather all the Servants in one area.

It would be fine if their Servant was just an Assassin with no sense of honor, but that was not the case this time.

Tōsaka Tokiomi knew very well the temper of the ancestor he summoned, and could also foresee how attractive this move would be to him, so he thought to himself that something was wrong.

And the fact was just as he expected. Just when Tōsaka Tokiomi and Kotomine Kirei felt something was wrong, that bad premonition soon came true...

"Humph!"

Accompanied by a low cold snort, a golden light slowly emerged, and then a man wearing golden armor appeared on the street lights around the port.

--boom! !

The sound of shattering rang in my ears.

As if to express his inner dissatisfaction at the moment, the golden heroic spirit suddenly stomped his feet, directly crushing the wick of the street lamp under his feet into pieces.

A golden heroic spirit appeared, seemingly with a grudge against the streetlights! !

"I never imagined that three of these cultivators would dare to call themselves kings... in just one night."

He looked down at the four people below (Weber didn't count in his eyes), and spoke with a haughty attitude and a cold tone, not taking these top heroes in history or mythology into consideration at all.

Is this the golden Archer who used overwhelming strength to eliminate Assassin at the Tohsaka residence?

Seeing the appearance of the Golden Heroic Spirit, everyone who had collected intelligence in advance also turned their attention to this terrifying opponent, and couldn't help but sigh in their hearts.

"It's truly powerful!!"

Another formidable opponent who is not inferior to, or even stronger than, the four Heroic Spirits present...

After just one encounter, the four people present had a certain estimate of the strength of this golden heroic spirit.

"Even if you say so..."

Facing the Golden Heroic Spirit's ridicule, King of Conquerors Iskandar did not get angry. Instead, he stroked his beard with a thoughtful look on his face, and said to him,

"My name is Iskandar, the King of Conquerors. The other three are also famous heroes in mythology. Now that they have all been named, as the king, would you please also state your name?"

"Ok?"

It was clearly just an ordinary inquiry and test, but Iskandar's words sounded so harsh in the ears of the Golden Heroic Spirit that he frowned.

The next moment, as if offended by something, he stepped on the street lamp and completely broke it into pieces.

——Bang bang bang! !

A series of explosions, accompanied by angry sounds, rang in my ears.

"You have the honor of worshipping my glory, yet you don't even know my true name. This arrogance and blindness is simply a crime worthy of death!!"

An angry voice fell, and then the golden king's palm suddenly swung in the air.

Then, countless golden ripples rippled slightly in the night sky, and then appeared continuously. Flashing golden light gates opened in the night sky, and countless golden treasures poked out from them, directly aimed at Iskandar below.

"These are all Noble Phantasms?!"

Seeing the treasures continuously emerging from the golden light gate, this unreasonable scene made the heroic spirits present feel a pang of anxiety.

Compared to Altria who was shocked and Iskandar who was confused about the situation, Scathach and Finn who were standing aside had their eyes lit up when they saw the unfolding golden light gate, as if they had thought of something.

Finn bit his finger, then began to think about the possible answer.

"Are we going to start fighting now? He's such an unreasonable guy..."

Iskandar, who was on the ground, naturally did not dare to be negligent in the face of so many treasures. He held the reins of the wheels tightly with both hands, and his eyes immediately became serious at this moment, ready to fight them at any time.

"Ah...ah, Rider...are these really Noble Phantasms?"

Compared to Iskandar, who was still distracted despite being locked by dozens of Noble Phantasms, Waver, who was curled up in the Godly Wheel, was completely unable to hold back.

In his short life, he never dreamed that he would one day see so many treasures from the mythical era, and even be locked in them! !

Unlike Iskandar, Waver, as an excellent student, could even recognize the true names and functions of those Noble Phantasms through his memory. It was precisely because of this that he was extremely panicked and could only hold Rider tightly, trembling.

Seeing this scene, Finn couldn't help but frown, and the strength of his grip on the double-headed gun also secretly increased a bit.

He didn't care about Rider's safety, but Waver was his lord's disciple after all.

Although the master kept complaining about the two unfilial disciples, Finn could tell that Kenneth had no intention of killing Rowe and Weber, but was more of a reproach and a lesson.

This also greatly changed his opinion of his master.

He was exceptionally talented and arrogant. Although he had a number of minor flaws, they were not major, making him a perfectly normal person. No, even among magicians, such qualities could be considered exceptional.

When he first met him, Finn knew that he could vaguely see some of his own shadow in Kenneth...

So he knew very well that if his lord was here, he would never watch his student being killed. So he could ignore Rider, but he had to save Waver's life! !

Although if the golden heroic spirit above his head is indeed that person, it will be difficult for him to defeat it in his Lancer state, which is not the strongest class. Fortunately, some of his achievements in his lifetime have given him a good restraint relationship with this king in terms of compatibility. If he has the support of this ocean, he may not be without a chance of winning.

Thinking of this, Finn had secretly prepared for battle.

Scathach, who also noticed this, smiled slightly and set her sights on Artoria, whom she had been thinking about since daytime.

If she really wants to have a fight, she has to choose a decent opponent, and this Saber is just the right one.

"Yes, my little Master."

In response to Weber's question, Iskandar gave a positive answer.

Those above his head were all treasures, and they seemed to be of a fairly high level.

"Then... then what should we do?!"

Faced with the overwhelming magic power and the sharpness of the Noble Phantasm, Waver was so frightened that he hugged Iskandar's arm tightly, at a loss.

"Hey, hey, even if they are all Noble Phantasms, you look really outrageous, don't you? My little Master."

Rider shook his head helplessly at Waver's actions.

"Then... no one should show up now..."

Before he could finish his last words,

"Arrrrr—rrrr!!!!"

A sharp and furious roar suddenly rang in my ears.

Immediately, a pitch-black heroic spirit swooped down from the sky, a violent aura emerging from it!

Chapter 6: The Pot of This World (K words)

"Is that the Servant that Tōsaka Tokiomi summoned?"

In the port area, after getting the consent of Matou Zouken, Matou Kariya appeared in public and rushed here with Berserker.

When he looked at the golden heroic spirit that appeared on the streetlight, he almost had the answer in his heart.

Rider is the Servant of the handsome black-haired young man, Saber is Einzbern's, and Scathach is Rowe's. Judging from the intelligence, Lancer is probably not one of them either. So the only person who could be Tōsaka Toki's Servant is the golden Heroic Spirit above his head - Archer?!

After thinking through the whole process, Matou Kariya no longer showed any hesitation and directly ordered the dark Heroic Spirit, Berserker, under his control, to charge into the battlefield.

“Arrrr…”

After receiving Matou Kariya's order, the pitch-black knight looked at him silently.

Originally, in order to enhance Lancelot's destructive power, Matou Zouken was planning to cast a magic spell of double berserk, but considering Matou Kariya's weak physique, it was completely unrealistic to want to control a Berserker that had undergone double berserk.

Although he did not care about the life of this unworthy descendant, he had to admit that Kiri Kariya still played some role in this Holy Grail War.

He could indeed die, but not too soon. Furthermore, if this kid's incompetence caused the double-maddened Lancelot to lose control and ruin his plans and layout, then the loss would outweigh the gain.

So even though Lancelot is a Berserker whose rationality has evaporated this time, he is not completely uncommunicative.

only……

"How is this going?"

He turned his head silently and found that Berserker did not fight as ordered. Instead, he stood there blankly, staring blankly at Artoria on the battlefield, and then entangled with her without hesitation, violating the orders he gave.

This scene left Matou Kariya puzzled.

"..."

In this regard, Matou Zouken saw a lot of things.

"Is this what happens when Lancelot and King Arthur meet?"

"However, King Arthur's foundation has just been exposed. At this moment, we should test the depth of Archer."

He did not panic, but instead pondered a lot of things.

"In that case, let's use the Command Seals. Using them up early can also create the illusion that Berserker has left."

Matou Zouken gave orders to Matou Kariya through his familiar.

"Control Berserker and attack Tōsaka Tokiomi's Servant directly to test his strength. This is what you wanted to do anyway, am I right?"

"Old bug..."

Hearing the voice next to his ear, Matou Kariya clenched his fists, feeling quite unhappy.

But he had to admit that what the old bug said was indeed what he wanted to do, so he nodded silently and continued to focus his attention on the battlefield.

"I give the order in the name of the Command Seal. Berserker, ignore Saber and attack Archer directly."

……

……

"Hmm? What's going on with this Black Knight?!"

Artoria, who was chosen by Berserker and forcibly dragged into the battle, was a little frightened. She swung the sword with a firecracker-like green wind blade and kept slashing at the black shadow in front of her, trying to block the opponent's attack.

Although the opponent was a berserker who had lost his mind, his outstanding martial arts seemed to have been engraved in his body. Even when facing her sword, he could dodge and counterattack with his instinctive reaction.

However, these were not the things that frightened Artoria the most.

Most importantly, she discovered that the black knight in front of her actually knew the length of her sword blade and was very familiar with her attack moves.

Every counterattack was just right, making her feel powerless.

Between several fights and collisions, Artoria couldn't help but frown, because she actually felt a vaguely familiar aura from this black knight.

Although it became a little thin due to the black air it emitted and its frenzy, she always felt that this knight should have some special connection with her.

Is it his former enemy?

She couldn't help but think in her heart.

"Another amazing guy has arrived..."

Iskandar also sighed.

"Another example of Kamiyo's martial arts. This dark knight must be a top-tier hero."

Finn thought seriously.

"Humph, it's just a mad dog!"

In response, the Golden Heroic Spirit's eyes still showed disdain.

"..."

This time, it was Scathach, whose opponent was robbed, who didn't show much expression.

Unlike other unrelated people, she knew about this Dark Knight and naturally understood the cause and effect of the matter.

Berserker's real name: Lancelot, Knight of the Lake.

Possessing unparalleled martial arts, he is the most powerful warrior among the Knights of the Round Table in terms of martial arts and overall strength.

As early as when she knew that Saber's identity was King Arthur, she had vaguely anticipated this situation. After all, the damage Lancelot had inflicted on King Arthur was no less than that of Mordred.

Although a knight, he had an affair with his lord's wife, King Arthur's queen, Guinevere. This led to his own injustice, the queen's infidelity, and the Knights of the Round Table falling into internal strife and division, thus accelerating the demise of Britain.

In Scathach's view, Lancelot's contribution to the destruction of Britain was no less than that of Mordred, and both of them should bear most of the responsibility.