Zongman, the history of a devil's rise

She is the wisest, bravest and most perfect knight.

She is the representative of knights.

When she was the King of Great Britain, she had captured the hearts of countless aristocratic girls.

No girl can remain unmoved by a handsome and perfect knight.

Even Irisviel, a girl who had already married and become a woman.

"Really? Saber is so cunning."

Suddenly, Saber took a step forward and stood in front of Irisviel. Irisviel's burgundy eyes instantly met Saber's.

"It must be the enemy Servant's!"

"Is such that!"

Saber nodded seriously.

"Then let's accept this provocation and go straight ahead."

Chapter 4 K Beautiful Flowers on the Battlefield

"puff……"

The next moment, the golden tip of the gun scratched Altria's wrist, and blood gushed out instantly, dripping onto the ground.

The wind roared up instantly.

The man who wanted to move forward with the gun again was pushed back heavily by the violent magic of the wind.

"Your on-the-spot reaction is really good. You are worthy of being King Arthur."

Standing high on the container, Vitan's eyes were full of praise for the beautiful girl on the battlefield.

Diarmuid's combat IQ is definitely good. He hides one of his treasures to let the enemy relax their vigilance, and then directly gives them a fatal blow.

Of course, Altria's reaction was also quite quick-witted.

The moment he rushed forward, he considered that the Heroic Spirit could not have only one Noble Phantasm, and the other gun definitely could not be just for decoration.

That's why Artoria was able to twist her body at that moment and forcibly deviate from the course of the battle.

The tip of the spear only scratched his wrist, and at the moment when the blood-red spear could not turn around immediately, the powerful Wind King barrier erupted, pushing away Diarmuid who wanted to rush forward again, and creating a safe distance.

"Come on, it's time for us to show up, Lancelot."

"If you continue not showing up, your king might be in danger."

"Master, are you going to show up as well?"

Lancelot absolutely agreed with Vitan's words that his king was in danger.

His master had already told him the effects of the Noble Phantasms used by the Heroic Spirits this time, as well as their weaknesses.

Diarmuid's two spears are both anti-personnel treasures.

A red spear and an ink-piercing red rose.

A sharp spear that can negate defenses made of magic. Its attacks are particularly effective against armor made of magic. Magical enhancements and additional abilities applied to weapons will lose their effects when they come into contact with this spear.

The bloodstain on Altria's abdomen now was caused by the gun piercing through her armor.

The yellow pistol will destroy the yellow rose.

A yellow pistol cursed with "absolutely unhealable wounds". Once damaged by this pistol, irreversible trauma will be caused. Even using "healing magic" or "regeneration ability" will not be able to remove the "injured state" caused by it.

And his king's tendons had been cut by this gun.

This means that the king's left hand has been crippled.

Similarly, this also means that the release of the king's greatest weapon, the treasure, has been completely blocked.

The sword pressure and power released by holding the sword with one hand and holding it with both hands at the same time are completely different.

This is absolutely fatal in a battle between strong people of the same level.

So he had to step forward and protect his king once.

But Vitan also wanted to appear with him, which he could not understand at all.

"It doesn't matter."

Vitan's eyes were disdainful, and his body was disintegrating bit by bit like light particles.

"It is quite an interesting experience for me to be able to witness the gathering of all of you heroes on the spot."

"It would be too boring if you could only watch from a safe place like a dark mouse."

"Besides."

Vitan's body has almost disappeared, but his arrogant voice still echoes in this space.

"Are those magicians worth my attention?"

The Holy Grail War is basically like this, a fight between heroic spirits and a fight between magicians.

This is basically the case, except for the Assassin whose ability value is very low and can only assassinate the Master frequently.

But my Master is different from those magicians.

A man who can fight his master head-on and remain undefeated.

How could such a man be assassinated by those magicians and weak Assassins?

This is my Master.

A Master who can make his servants feel at ease and free to act unrestrained.

You don't have to worry about protecting your master's safety on the battlefield, you just need to fight.

Lancelot, thinking this, also hid himself after Vitan.

"Then let's fight the first battle like this."

……

Saber and Lancer stared at each other again, and the atmosphere was tense.

Saber wanted to take this opportunity to immediately break Lancer's gun and take back her left hand.

Otherwise, being in this state would be a great weakening of her abilities.

Lancer also wanted to take this opportunity to cut the Gordian knot and directly take off Saber's head to avoid any accidents.

But at this moment, not far from the battlefield between the two, black magic power rose up.

The magic power that rolled up gradually condensed into an unyielding human figure.

His position was probably closer to the port on the fourth lane where Lancer and Saber were standing, and his figure could only be described as a 'shadow'.

"Who?"

"Servant."

The sudden appearance of a shadow quickly separated the two heroic spirits who were ready to fight.

The jet-black knight stood with a sword in hand.

He was emitting dark energy all over his body, just like a ghost on the battlefield.

Not only the Servant, but also the black energy gradually condensed into a black armored knight.

A spatial distortion was also slowly unfolding in the black fog.

Another young figure also appeared here.

"Hello everyone!"

This was an extremely unfamiliar voice to the two Servants and Irisviel on the field.

But there is no doubt about it.

These people have already stretched their nerves to the highest level.

"Master?"

Irisviel exclaimed in surprise and then covered her mouth, but curiosity was still in her eyes.

Could it be that this young man in front of me, who looks to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, has such high attainments in magic?

That should be the usage of imaginary space! !

However, compared to Irisviel’s obvious surprise, the hairs all over Altria’s body were about to explode.

In her era, there were also several magicians who mastered the use of imaginary space.

All these magicians caused her a lot of trouble at that time.

Because this kind of magician is a natural assassin.

They can appear and disappear at will easily, and if a strike misses, they can escape thousands of miles away. This is the essence of an assassin.

I am not afraid of this kind of assassination.

But there was no way that Irisviel behind him could withstand the assassination of the magician who had mastered space magic.

"Hello two beautiful ladies."

"I am the Master of Berserkar, and I am very happy to meet you here."

Perfect gentleman etiquette.

A bold style of doing things.

This was the evaluation that Altria gave to the boy in front of her when they first met.

There is no need to say much about gentleman etiquette.

Altria herself dared to make such a guarantee. The nobility that she exuded naturally was so great that even the top nobles in her country at that time could not compare to her.

But what surprised Altria even more was.

This Master was not afraid of the threat from his Servant at all and actually stood so far away from his Servant.

This kind of person is either a fool or a fool.

Or they are absolutely confident in their own abilities.

"Are you Berserkar's Master?"

Altria held the invisible sword in one hand, while bright red blood continued to seep from the wrist of the other hand.

"That's right, Your Excellency the Knight King!"

Vitan seemed a little nonchalant.

But he did.

Because from the moment he appeared, he could feel multiple gazes directed directly at him.

Not only that, but it also feels like I'm being directly locked in.

(This feeling of being targeted, to the southeast is Emiya Kiritsugu's sniper rifle.)

(There are also west and east ones.)

(Is that Assassin and Director Ken?)

(However, Hisau Maiya did not feel it.)

These guys thought they had locked onto Vitan.

But in fact, they had already been monitored by Vitan when he was at home.

Thinking of this, Vitan raised his head slightly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

……

"call……"

The sea breeze was howling. The wind was already very strong at the seaside, and it naturally seemed even stronger on top of the container or even higher.

The pure black hunter windbreaker blends perfectly with the surrounding dark night.

The hem of the windbreaker rustled violently in the strong wind.