Across the heavens, I am the Avatar Sword Master

"Ea, it looks like you're excited too."

Archer looked at the streets that he had turned into ruins with his own hands, without any sense of guilt.

To Archer, life is just something that "dies now" or "will die sooner or later".

It is something these humans should feel honored to die in the aftermath of the collision between EA and the Holy Sword of the Stars.

"But it's still a little too much. I hope the 'puppets' made by those magicians can be stronger. Otherwise, I will be very disappointed."

The Ea in his hand turned into a red light and disappeared into Archer's hand.

Archer stepped into the ruins that could already be called ruins.

The gravel crunched underfoot.

Dust kicked up with every step, floating in the air.

Amid the rubble, a streak of silver reflected the faint sunlight.

Archer leaned over, rummaging through the rubble with his hands, and immediately grabbed hold of it.

His muscles tensed, and he pulled upwards violently, dragging Irisviel out of the rubble.

Her dress had been torn by sharp stones and was covered with fragments of dust and dirt.

Under the torn fabric, the pale skin was covered with tiny scrapes and bruises.

Irisviel’s silver hair was messily stuck to her face, stained with dust and sweat.

Her breathing was weak and rapid, and her chest rose and fell slightly.

"They're not dead yet. It turns out that bastards are very tenacious."

Archer grabbed Irisviel's hair with one hand and lifted her up.

For Archer, creating humans is a right that only gods have.

The artificial humans created by humans are nothing more than fakes, fakes among human fakes.

So in Archer's eyes, Irisviel has no rights as a human being at all.

Archer's scarlet eyes flashed with cruelty and coldness, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his lips.

No matter how exquisite the doll is, it is just an object.

Those Einzbern magicians merely decorated the items.

"Stop playing dead, puppet!"

Following Archer's order, Irisviel weakly opened her eyes.

There was no color in his face, as if all the life force had been drained away.

His chest rose and fell slightly, and each breath seemed labored.

Even though it was just the aftermath, Irisviel was seriously injured.

Archer’s fingertips lightly touched Irisviel’s paper-white cheek.

"You have something I want inside of you, bastard."

Irisviel's pupils suddenly shrank, and her whole body began to tremble involuntarily.

Archer's slender fingers slowly moved down and stopped at her smooth abdomen.

"Is the location here? Let me confirm it."

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly inserted his hand into Irisviel's body.

Warm blood flowed down Archer's arm and gathered into a dark red puddle on the ground.

Irisviel screamed miserably, and the echo echoed in the ruins.

Archer ignored it and focused on searching for the Lesser Holy Grail.

Until his fingertips touched something hard.

"found it."

Archer narrowed his eyes slightly and pulled the Holy Grail out of Irisviel's body with all his strength.

At this time, the Holy Grail had only absorbed the souls of Lancer and Assassin, and its functions had not been fully activated or deployed.

Therefore, what Archer held in his hand was not a holy grail dripping with blood, but a block-like object that emitted a dark halo like a magic crystal.

Archer carefully examined the trophy in his hand, a proud arc on his lips.

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot, there is another trophy waiting for my favor..."

Archer turned and left, leaving the dying Irisviel lying in a pool of blood.

A green flash suddenly came from behind.

"——!!!"

Archer quickly turned sideways, avoiding the fatal attack from behind.

The killing curse cut through the air, bringing with it a pungent burnt smell.

Naiyali and Chen Yu appeared on the battlefield, and the magical fluctuations disturbed the surrounding air.

Archer raised the corner of his mouth and looked at the newly appeared enemy with some pride.

"Caster, and his Master, did I disturb your vacation?"

His voice was low and sarcastic.

Archer raised the "Little Holy Grail" in his hand and said in a boastful manner: "You are late, but unfortunately my goal has been achieved."

Naiyali stared at Archer, her lips curled down and her brows furrowed.

She gritted her teeth and said, "Archer, you ruined my important date with Darling."

A purple whip appeared out of thin air in Naiyali's hand, emitting a strange light.

"Naiyali is going to teach you a lesson!"

Archer sneered: "Teaching me a lesson? That's just wishful thinking."

Golden ripples spread out behind Archer, and the Noble Phantasm was ready to be launched.

After saying this, Archer's raised hand suddenly dropped.

Then, the treasure shot out from the King's treasure like a bullet.

Chen Yu immediately clasped his hands together, and a huge portal made of sparks appeared right in front of the two of them.

The Noble Phantasm instantly entered the portal and rained down from above Archer.

"What, you bastard!!!"

The clanging sound of metal colliding filled the hollow, deafening.

The sharp sword cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound.

The heavy axe hit the ground, stirring up a large cloud of dust.

Gravel was flying, dust was everywhere, and the air was filled with the smell of earth.

Dust enveloped the surroundings like a thick fog, and visibility dropped sharply.

Archer's figure was looming in the dust and fog, sometimes dodging, sometimes blocking.

The sound of metal colliding was endless and sparks flew everywhere.

Ah... this move, this move is called "returning a favor in their own way".

Archer had always been the one using the King's Treasure to hit people, this time he would let him experience the feeling of being hit by his own treasure.

When the smoke cleared, Archer did not have any injuries on his body.

He was not hurt by his own Noble Phantasm.

But I felt more and more dissatisfied in my heart.

"You damn bastard! Taste this!"

As Archer roared, a number of Noble Phantasms emerged from the golden ripples behind him.

The new treasure is obviously different from the previous one. Its appearance has changed from luxurious to somewhat simple, but the magic power contained in the treasure is at least one level higher than before.

The treasure fell like an arrow again.

Chen Yu wanted to use the portal again to send these treasures back, but a sense of alarm suddenly arose in his heart for no reason.

Intuition told Chen Yu.

If the same move was used against Archer again, the result would definitely be different this time.

Chen Yu, who didn't want to explain his resurrection here, retreated without any hesitation.

"boom!!!"

The incoming rain of treasures fell on the spot where Chen Yu was a moment ago, raising thick smoke and flames.

"Tsk, you actually noticed it?"

Archer smacked his lips in annoyance.

After the violent retreat, Chen Yu stabilized his body and felt the abnormality of the space in the surrounding environment, secretly surprised.