Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

In short, for some reason, Cú Chulainn felt that ever since he mastered this javelin technique, he had rarely been able to successfully defeat his opponents using this Noble Phantasm when facing strong enemies.

Just as a certain Irish Child of Light with negative luck was grumbling in his heart, Samael, who had safely weathered the crisis, couldn't help but look at the black-armored knight blocking his way, his eyes showing surprise.

"Saber, what brings you here?"

"Tch, do you think I wanted to come?"

The crimson-black holy sword was plunged into the rocky ground. The knight king in front of him raised his hand to wipe away a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, placed his fingers and palms back on the hilt of the sword, and remained on guard. He turned his head to glance at Samael behind him and snorted coldly.

"It was Alice who asked me to protect you."

Samael's gaze fell upon the woman's hands, their knuckles cracked and bleeding, resting on the hilt of the sword, and the trickles of blood flowing from the hilt down to the blade. He rolled his eyes, too lazy to care about the woman's attitude, a warm feeling welling up inside him. He looked around and casually asked her a question.

Where is Alice?

"It's right there..."

Artoria snorted irritably, turned her head, and casually pointed to a spot on the outskirts of the dilapidated castle.

However, in the instant the Knight King turned his gaze back, he saw a slender figure standing high above, looking out with a relieved smile, before swaying and falling.

"Ellie!"

Upon seeing this, the two men's pupils contracted sharply, and they immediately turned and ran towards higher ground.

"Hmph, I want to leave!"

But the instant the two turned around, Cú Chulainn, holding his crimson spear, broke through the billowing smoke and thrust straight at them with a cold smile.

"when!"

Artoria swiftly retreated to defend, her longsword flashing upwards to narrowly deflect the crimson spearhead.

However, as a sharp gust of energy grazed past from the side, a faint bloodstain appeared on the Knight King's fair and delicate cheek.

Samael stopped in his tracks, his eyes filled with hesitation.

"What are you waiting for! Go now!"

However, before the ancient serpent could hesitate, Artoria decisively shouted and immediately swung her sword to meet the Irish Child of Light who was charging forward.

Seeing the two heroic spirits locked in a fierce battle, unable to gain the upper hand, Samael gritted his teeth, turned around, and rushed towards the high ground to investigate.

A moment later, the rapidly moving ancient snake arrived at the scene. Its gaze swept across the area, and its tense expression relaxed slightly.

Fortunately, the two battle maids of the Einberlen family were guarding Irisviel's side at that moment.

"Quick, something's happened to Miss!"

The more intelligent Sera, upon seeing Samael arrive, immediately and hastily grabbed this man who always seemed to create miracles and pulled him to Irisviel's side.

The once cheerful Winter Saintess now lies on the grass with her eyes closed, her delicate face pale and bloodless, like a fragile piece of white porcelain.

Seeing this, Samael's previously relaxed nerves tightened again. He immediately placed his fingertips on the pulse at Irisviel's wrist, channeling a wisp of divine power into it, preparing to examine Irisviel's condition.

"boom!"

However, at the moment of contact, a sudden shock, like a landslide or tsunami, swept over the ancient snake as if it had been hit by a high-voltage current. It flew out and crashed into the rock, sinking several meters deep into the stone.

Not only that, but a strong sense of numbness spread to half of his body, and his trembling fingertips also felt a sharp pain like being pricked by needles.

hum!

At the same time, Irisviel, who was lying on the grass, had layers of ripple-like golden light patterns floating and spreading within her body. Her delicate body, like white porcelain, flickered in the swaying light and shadow, and the outline of a large golden cup could be vaguely seen in her almost transparent abdominal cavity.

The contents, resembling liquid, flowed and rippled, their shimmering light almost overflowing the rim of the glass.

Samael, who had gotten up in a disheveled state, changed his expression upon seeing this.

The Holy Grail, full!

Meanwhile, in a dense forest on the outskirts of Enswasberg.

Light patterns etched in the darkness flickered and shimmered, several patches of soil were turned over, leaves rustled, and several tall, deformed figures crept towards the gentle slope in the darkness.

As they drew closer, several pale arms extended grotesque bone spurs, pointing directly at the magicians in the center of the open space.

Boom!

However, just as these lurkers in the darkness were about to cross the shadows at the edge of the forest and step into the camp to launch a surprise attack, a series of light patterns appeared beneath their feet, followed by a sudden explosion.

Before the monsters behind the branches could react, the pale, deformed body was reduced to pieces in the blazing firelight and dazzling halo, falling in a flurry.

"Roar!"

Outside the blast radius, dozens of monsters with pierced skulls and mutilated limbs rose from the ground, letting out an angry roar before charging towards the camp. Their crossed arms transformed into chainsaw-like blades, humming and vibrating as they swiftly slashed.

If the skull isn't "Homkrus's" weak point, then the core is usually...

Amidst the dull tremors of the earth, the designated seal executor, standing in the shadows at the edge of the forest, looked up at the bulging chests of the deformed androids, seemingly lost in thought, and slowly put on his rune gloves, assuming a fighting stance.

On the other side of the open space, the celestial monarch Marisbury gracefully raised his hand, and the stars trembled and fell.

Boom boom boom!

Each falling starlight was like a targeted bombardment, blasting the earth and stone golems that rushed out of the dense forest into pieces.

In the center of the clearing, Tokiomi Tohsaka, who had just caught his breath, and Waver, who was on guard nearby, glanced at the deafening forest in front of and behind them and secretly felt relieved.

It must be said that the Ainsworth family has laid down quite a few defensive mechanisms in this forest.

If they hadn't seized the initiative, launched a surprise attack, and stormed the enemy's lair, breaking through obstacles step by step like overcoming all obstacles, they would have likely exhausted a considerable amount of magic power by the time they actually arrived at Enzwasburg.

But now, all the struggles are in vain.

At this moment, deep in the dense forest, two fleeting shadows darted about.

Just as the pursuers behind were rapidly closing in, the long-haired girl with black hair, who was running wildly in front, suddenly turned around and swung her hand.

Whoosh whoosh!

Suddenly, with a sharp whooshing sound, dozens of drifting black feathers shot backward like bullets.

However, the pursuers behind did not stop at all. With their hands hanging down, they each picked up three black keys and swept them horizontally, turning them into an impenetrable steel barrier.

Dangdangdang!

Immediately, amidst a series of crisp chimes, the black feathers that had been shooting at them were effortlessly swept away and drifted around a certain priest.

But just as Kirei Kotomine stepped over the shattered feathers and prepared to give chase again, Misaya Reirōdō, who had been looking panicked, suddenly raised the corners of her lips into a cold smile, and clenched her right fist tightly as she held it out to the side.

In an instant, the black feathers spontaneously combusted without fire, turning into wisps of black flames. Upon contact, they burned fiercely, like fire meeting oil, quickly burning through the divinely enchanted clothing and spreading towards Kirei Kotomine's arm.

Succeeded?

Seeing this, Misaya of the Linglong Pavilion felt a sense of vengeful pleasure on her face and couldn't help but sneer inwardly.

Die! You lackeys of the church!

"puff!"

However, as blood splattered, the three inches of flesh clinging to the black flames were severed from the arm, fell to the ground, and burned to ashes.

"Flames fueled by magic? Intriguing black magic..."

Kirei Kotomine glanced at his left arm, from which two ounces of flesh had been cut off, his expression unchanged. In his calm eyes, however, a dark interest gleamed in the enemy magician who had injured him.

run!

In an instant, Linglongguan Meishaye, who was swept by that gaze, felt her hair stand on end and a chilling fear rise in her heart. Driven by instinct, she raised her hand forward, intending to throw out a few talismans and use the cover of the explosion to get rid of the monster as soon as possible and escape the scene.

But just as the runes were released, the church agent behind him crossed his arms and swung them forward, sending six black keys shooting straight through the runes that were tossed into the air.

Boom boom boom!

Instantly, the runes that were attacked by external force exploded one after another, raising clouds of smoke and dust.

"Cough cough..."

At this moment, Misaya Reiryuu, who had been scrambled back in a disheveled state, coughed violently as she got up from the ground. Just as she was about to turn away, the dust behind her suddenly surged and churned, and a dark figure rushed forward with lightning speed.

Immediately afterwards, Kirei Kotomine sidestepped and used his shoulder and elbow to fall into the girl's wide-open center gate.

Bajiquan Iron Mountain Lean!

"boom!"

Suddenly dizzy and completely unprepared, the magician was sent flying backwards as if he had been hit head-on by a speeding train, crashing through several ancient trees before finally coming to a stop.

"puff!"

With an unknown number of broken ribs, Reiryukan Misaya slid miserably down the tree trunk, spitting out a mouthful of blood, her face instantly turning deathly pale.

Lancer, help me!

In an instant, driven by her instinct for survival, Misaya Reiryukan disregarded her previous plan and trembled as she raised her right hand, wanting to touch the six black wing-like patterns that had emerged below her neck.

boom!

However, before the young magician could cry for help, an arm like an iron clamp shot out like lightning, mercilessly gripping her throat and lifting her frail body inch by inch.

Suddenly, the intense feeling of suffocation caused waves of dizziness to surge through Misaya Reiryukan's brain, and her vision gradually went completely black.

As the girl's consciousness grew increasingly blurred, she heard low, somber prayers.

Our Father in heaven,

May all people hallow your name.

May your kingdom come!

May your will be done on earth.

It's like traveling together in the heavens.

May you forgive our debts.

Just as we have forgiven people's debts.

They do not lead us into temptation.

Deliver us from evil.

May glory, majesty, power, kingdom, and authority all be yours.

Let us look upon this soul with pity.

Amen…

However, the devout chanting was not a sincere prayer, but rather seemed more like a mourning for the soul before him, with a hint of the satiated pleasure of a wild beast after a successful hunt.

Faced with such an absolute disparity, the current conflict is nothing more than a hunting game to clear the battlefield.

The scales of victory have tipped completely in the Church's favor.

The Enzworth faction, exhausted and on its last legs, suffered repeated defeats.

In mid-air, under the overwhelming force of their superior numbers, the Church's heroic spirits swept through the enemy lines with unstoppable momentum. Hundreds of the released hot sand sphinxes were wiped out, while the hit Dark Night Sun Ship, billowing black smoke, tilted and plummeted into the distant dense forest.

On the ground, Angelica was struggling against Scáthach's fierce gunfire, her wounds gradually increasing, and she was in grave danger.

At the edge of the forest, Beatrice, fleeing with all her might, looked at the King of Wisdom, half-naked, who was already waiting ahead of her, and her heart sank to the bottom.

Moreover, the Church's heroic spirits, now freed up, began to send reinforcements to the two stalemates between Artoria and Cú Chulainn, and between the Conqueror and Charlemagne, in an effort to resolve the battle as quickly as possible.

Whether they are enemy Servants or wandering Masters, none can escape the inescapable net that has been cast.

Alright, that's the end of the fun.

Then may the Lord forgive your sins and be with you.

Kirei Kotomine's lips curled into a pleased smile. His left hand, which was gripping his prey's throat, was slightly raised, while three black keys, held between the fingers of his right hand, were thrust into Misaya Reirōkan's abdomen.

laugh!

However, the black key that pierced through the clothing stopped abruptly in front of the snow-white skin.

Kirei Kotomine frowned, turned his head to look at a certain high ground behind him, and the excitement in his eyes immediately disappeared, replaced by solemnity and gravity.

"boom!"

Immediately, a listless murmur echoed in her ears. The dying Reiko Misaya felt the large hand that had been gripping her throat suddenly loosen, and she slid to the ground like a broken sack.

"Linglong Pavilion's beautiful gauze night? Looks like you're in luck today..."

"Cough cough!"

The magician girl, having survived the ordeal, coughed violently and gasped for breath. After her dazed mind cleared slightly, she looked up at the church representative who was walking away with his back to her, her eyes filled with confusion and lingering fear.