The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"No need." Solomon looked at Yuanzang Mountain without any arrogance in his eyes, as if in his eyes, it was not a dangerous mountain.

"Let me experience this for myself—"

"I'm curious."

"What level of magical ambush can they set for me?"

362. Solomon's Crusade/Harem Cooperation/Britain's Final Strike! (4k)

【This is an unprecedented encirclement and suppression. 】

[The remaining four servants have now all joined in the crusade against Caster. ]

[In terms of the number of combatants, you have an absolute advantage. ]

This is a fairly normal thought.

[After all, this is the Holy Grail War—each Servant has considerable strength.]

[A one-on-one fight is already difficult, let alone a one-on-several-person fight.]

[You seem to have found a way to improve your chances of winning. ]

【However--】

【You haven't thought of one thing at all. 】

[That is the Caster of this Holy Grail War, and he cannot be measured by the concept of "Servant". ]

Under normal circumstances, the seven Servants participating in the Holy Grail War all came to Fuyuki City in response to the call.

But for Caster Solomon, this law does not apply to him.

This Magic King was not summoned by the Holy Grail - because that method would not be able to affect him.

Solomon arrived at the Holy Grail War for only one reason.

That is what the future tells him he should choose to do.

Several years ago, Solomon, who was dying on the throne, threw one of his rings into the distant future.

And this ring, after going through all kinds of twists and turns, finally fell into Marisbury's hands.

Adhering to this relationship that spanned thousands of years, Marisbury "summoned" Solomon in a way that was completely independent of the Holy Grail War.

of course.

This is just a way of manifesting that is similar to "summoning".

In fact, Marisbury had no way of commanding Solomon, nor did he need to supply him with magic power.

This unique Mage King in human history cannot even be restricted by Command Seals.

By the same token, Marisbury's orders had no binding effect on Solomon.

certainly--

Out of recognition of this encounter and appreciation of Marisbury's extremely polite hospitality along the way.

Solomon still "followed" his orders as a "friend".

Kill Assassin or annihilate Lancer.

Everything is based on the recognition of the encounter across time.

Yuanzang Mountain.

"A wishing machine that can make wishes come true?" Solomon whispered what the man next to him had just said.

"Marisbilly."

"Do you have any wish that must be fulfilled?"

"..."

Marisbury was silent for a moment and nodded.

"Yes, the Magic King."

"I... do have a wish that I have to fulfill. It is very important to me, or rather, to the world."

"Do you have such great ambitions?"

Solomon looked at the respectful man beside him.

"So--"

"You can tell it to ..."

Solomon's eyes turned serious before he finished speaking.

He looked towards a certain place as if predicting something would appear there soon.

And the next moment, this symbol became reality.

I heard a shout coming from the woods.

"Phoebus Catastrophe——!"

Atalanta pointed the black and gold Tauropolos toward the sky.

Under the moonlight, hundreds of arrows fell like meteors, attacking Solomon and Marisbury.

This was a distance that could not be avoided by physical means. Atalanta had been waiting for this moment with bated breath for a long time.

This is the patience that hunters have developed over a long period of time!

"Fall, Caster!"

however--

Faced with the numerous arrows under the starry sky, Solomon and Marisbury showed no signs of moving.

The Magic King stretched out his hand as if to catch the attack.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and clenched his fist with a little force.

Boom——!

All the arrows in the air exploded and shattered in an instant, then turned into raindrops like stardust and fell to the ground.

Facing this situation, Solomon said softly:

"Did you rely on the power of Apollo and Artemis?"

"What a shame... I thought there really were humans who could shoot arrows of this level."

"Magic King." Marisbilly chuckled, "Your expectations of humans seem a little high."

"Have it?"

Solomon raised his hand, and all the stardust on the ground disappeared.

“Then maybe I have to lower my standards a bit.”

Atalanta could not hear what Caster was talking about with her "Master".

But she knew that her Noble Phantasm, the Phoebus Catastrophe, was useless against him.

hateful.

I could have achieved great success in front of my master!

Now we can only retreat.

Atalanta symbolically shot an arrow in the direction of Caster and then fled.

"Magic King, do you want to chase?" asked Marisbury.

"Yes." Solomon nodded without hesitation.

"Otherwise - wouldn't the trap they painstakingly set for me be meaningless?"

"That's it, I know."

Chasing Atalanta who deliberately slowed down her pace, Solomon and Marisberry soon arrived deep into Mount Yuanzang.

The moonlight was cold, and the forest had a more nighty feel.

In this quiet environment, a sound that seemed to be there and not there was heard.

“Illya——!”

"It's now!"

As Irisviel's will fell, another childish voice was heard at this moment.

"Berserker, go!"

Bang!

Several trees fell, and Ibaraki Douji transformed into four arms (six in total including the original arms) and pounced on Caster like a wild beast.

Her movements were so ferocious that it looked like a ball of fire running rampant.

Along with this attack came the arrows hidden by Atalanta - she was very good at taking advantage of such moments to deal a fatal blow to her prey.

only.

What neither Ibaraki Douji nor Atalanta had expected was that Solomon recognized the nature of this "combination technique" almost instantly.

"The burning will-o'-the-wisp and the arrows from the forest are an unexpected combination."

"pity--"

“This is still not a power exerted by humans themselves.”

Solomon stretched out his hand forward.

I saw a blue light lingering between his fingers, and a total of ten rings, including the one that Marisbury returned to him, shone together.

"Everything, separation."

The Magic King whispered something.

Ibaraki Douji's raging fire and Atalanta's arrows, which were originally mixed together, seemed to separate into different worlds at that moment.

By the time he came to his senses, Ibaraki Douji had been knocked flying, rolling on the ground for several circles like a fireball, and finally stopped after hitting a rock wall.

Atalanta knelt on the ground, holding her chest tightly.

She realized that Caster had reflected all of his attacks back at equal times, hitting her heart.

Can't move anymore.

If you move again, you will die.

At this moment, the little cat girl has fully understood how terrifying Caster's strength is - he may be able to deal with the six servants of the Holy Grail War alone!

On the other side, Marisbury noticed that Solomon was not using his full strength.

"Magic King, you seem to have left them a way out."

"Ah."

Solomon did not hide it.

"I really didn't try my best - after all, I could feel that they didn't intend to unite."

"You mean... is there any reason around here that would prompt them to do this?"

"Ah."

Solomon's eyes swept across the crimson color covering Mount Enzo—that was the result of the flames spreading to the surroundings after Ibaraki Douji fell.

And at this moment, the air suddenly became cold.

A dark red spear flew out from the undetectable darkness with a cold wind and headed straight towards Solomon.

"..."

Solomon remained calm.

At the moment when the dark red spear was about to hit him, his pupils turned a little redder.

A buzzing sound.