I Will Eventually Become a Partner of Justice

But Webber stayed there tremblingly at the moment, naturally he didn't even bring his seat belt. Therefore, now he can no longer pretend the usual solemn and majestic expression.

Beside him, his Servant, Iskandar sat there with a majestic expression.

"Ri...der...hurry down...hurry up!"

Because of the cold and fear, Webber shivered and said, but the tall Servant didn't care at all.

"It's perfect to stand on guard here. But now let me look at the scenery here to change my mood."

He flipped through a book called "Modern War Art" in his hand from time to time, while from time to time he raised his head and stared at the west bank indifferently.

There is a large warehousing terminal there, which is the place where shipping containers are stocked in Fuyuki City. Although Webber couldn't see it, he knew from Iskandar's words that the Servant they had spent nearly 4 hours tracking down should be there.

In order to be able to reach the enemy, Iskandar has been wandering around the city in the morning. And just at noon today, he felt the breath of the Servant.

Webber wanted to go straight forward, but Iskandall just watched his opponent from a distance. Facing Webber's questioning, Iskandar only snorted from his nose.

"That's obviously to lure us out. The other party's aura is so obvious, how can no one notice it? Not just me, I'm afraid other Servants are also watching them. If we watch the changes, maybe there is an impatient Master. Action. This is the time I have to wait."

For Iskandar's strategy, Weber felt quite reasonable, even surprised. This tall man who looks bold and upright still has such a meticulous mind.

Indeed, as Iskandar said, first wait for the changes, and the people who are waiting to act rashly and the opponent's snipe.

Although I don't know what kind of strength this provocative Servant has, since he has the courage to provoke aura, his strength is bound to be not weak. And the Servant that is drawn out will not be too weak.

Then, as long as the losing side of the two sides retreats, Rider can attack and defeat the victorious side, and he can take advantage of it.

The matter is so decided. The other party has been wandering around the city, while Webber and Iskandall are keeping a certain distance to follow them.

But... Although you can understand the meaning of the phrase "stand tall and see far," there is a limit no matter how tall you are. Let's not talk about Servant, just take an ordinary person as an example. If you fall from here, you will definitely die. Iskandar must know this very well, but why does he even run up here regardless of Webber's safety?

"Fall... I fell! No, let me down! I... I... can't take it anymore!"

"Don't worry, can't you calm down? Waiting for an opportunity is also a kind of battle."

Rider said in an indifferent tone while reading the book, ignoring Webber's face that was about to cry. It seems that between the two people, there is no such a consensus that "high places are dangerous".

"If you are really so free, just look at my books, good books."

Hearing this, Weber remembered the resentful weight in his backpack. When it was clear that the luggage had to be streamlined, the bag was still filled with thick and heavy books.

It was the book that Iskander raided the library last night. War history written by many military strategists and historians, and a map of the world. Forget it, Iskander, who was crowned the king of conquerors, would be interested in geography and war history.

But why do you have to pack it all in a backpack? As the war is approaching, do you take these books against the enemy? Moreover, because Servant will be spiritualized from time to time, it is impossible to carry luggage, so the heavy burden of carrying luggage is borne on Webber's delicate and delicate body.

"Rider... why should you bring these books when you are fighting?"

Webber asked bitterly.

"Of course this is the necessary preparation for the battle." Iskandar answered Webber's question with a smile.

"Either the necessary preparations, everything is fine! Anyway, hurry down! Hurry up! I...I can't stand it!" Webber shook his legs and yelled. His eyes didn't dare to look down at that height. Enough to make him faint.

Iskandar smiled and said: "Boy, you said before that you came to this battle to prove yourself, right?"

"So... so what? Do you want to preach to me? Do you have to show courage if you want to prove yourself? I don't listen, you have to figure out your identity, I am the master! It's Master! You have to listen to me!"

"Hahaha, for leaders, it's useless to talk and lose your temper. The most important thing is that you have to learn how to use your own mind." Iskandar smiled and slapped Webber on the shoulder. With strength, he directly shot Weber down.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

Falling from a high altitude, the feeling of weightlessness, the feeling of cold wind, and the fear of death made Webber scream in fear.

It's over!

It's dead!

The idiot Servant has killed the master!

Thinking like this in his heart, a thick arm picked him up and raised him in front of him.

Iskandar watched the tears and snot flowed down, very embarrassed Webber, he didn't mind reaching out to touch the other party's tears, and he laughed loudly and said: "You need to have enough courage. Okay, boy, It's time for us to appear!"

"Stupid, idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot--!!!"

Iskandall didn't care about the scolding of the master, carrying Webber's back collar, driving a chariot named [Shenwei Wheel], smiled and cut across the sky.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

"I want to go home...I want to go back to England..."

Like a wayward little wild cat, Weber, who was carried by Iskander's back collar, screamed, bursting with tears and snot, and took a mouthful of the cold air.

"Hahahahaha—"

The conquering king gave out a hearty laugh.

Chapter Thirty Grass Mud Horse! Did you hear that? Grass mud horse! [Second more]

Altria and Di Lu Muduo fought fiercely, so that the cold late autumn night was also full of fiery, exciting and tense air.

"Rumble--!!!"

Suddenly, a thunderous roar came from the distant sky.

A new Servant is here!

Altria and Di Lumuto glanced at each other, the clanging of weapons for a moment, then suddenly retreated, and then looked at the sky in the southeast at the same time. The source of the sound is clear at a glance.

Shilang also looked up, and saw a flying object drew a straight line in the sky, coming straight to this side, and it also sprinkled purple lightning sparks in the night sky. The sound must be undoubtedly from it.

Alice Phil was stunned and opened her mouth in surprise: "...Chariot!"

Judging from the appearance. This is an ancient chariot with two fronts. It is not a war horse that is tied to the cowl. It's a burly bull with its muscles tumbling like waves. The hooves stepped on the void, pulling a luxurious and magnificent chariot.

No.

The chariot is more than simply floating in the air. The wheels of the chariot were rumbling, and what was stepping on the bull's hoof was not the ground but lightning.

Every time the hooves and the chariot drove against the empty sky, purple lightning flashed its spider-web-shaped tentacles, rolling up the atmosphere with a deafening sound. The magical power emanating from the lightning might be comparable to the blows Lancer and Saber used all their abilities to launch.

You can easily kill the Shirou, who are all E and have no combat experience.

Conquest King Iskandar finally appeared as a Servant.

And in his hand, Webber's slender body was lifted by Iskander like a small tabby cat, tears mixed with his nose streaming down his face, funny and embarrassing.