Across the heavens, I am the Avatar Sword Master

Toosaka Tokiomi's painfully twisted face occupied the center of the picture, with every wrinkle and every drop of cold sweat clearly visible.

Chen Yu's fingers gently turned the focus ring, and the picture gradually became clear from blurry.

He held his breath, fearing that the slightest tremor would affect the quality of the photo.

When the focus is achieved, gently press the shutter button with your index finger.

"Click——"

The crisp sound of the shutter is particularly loud in the silent night sky, as if announcing that this moment has been frozen forever.

Naiyali came closer curiously and gently placed her slender fingers on Chen Yu's shoulders.

His eyes moved back and forth between the camera and Chen Yu, with curiosity gleaming in his eyes.

"Darling, what are you doing?"

She asked softly, her voice as sweet as a nightingale.

The corners of Chen Yu's mouth slightly raised, revealing a meaningful smile.

He looked down at the camera's LCD screen, and in the picture, Tōsaka Tokiomi's face, twisted in pain, came alive.

Nodding with satisfaction, Chen Yu raised his head with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

"Let's take a picture. It's rare to see Tokiomi like this."

There was a hint of joy in Chen Yu's voice, as if he had just accomplished something exciting.

He turned to look at Matou Kariya, and the smile on his face became even brighter.

"I'll give you a copy when the photo is developed."

Chen Yu said, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

Upon hearing this, a complicated light flashed in Kariya's eyes.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he was suppressing some strong emotion.

After a moment's silence, Kariya muttered in a low voice, "What a bad taste."

Chen Yu shrugged, the smile on his face not diminishing at all. "This is a rare souvenir, don't you want it?"

There was a hint of teasing in his tone, but there was a sly gleam in his eyes.

Kariya was silent for a long time, and finally sighed helplessly.

"Give me a copy, as a punishment for that bastard."

His voice was low and hoarse, revealing years of resentment and pain.

Chen Yu patted Yan Ye's shoulder gently and was about to put the camera back into his pocket.

Then I heard Archer's voice coming from the rooftop.

"You bastards, are you guys having a good time chatting down there?"

Archer's voice was like a sharp dagger, piercing the silent night sky from above the rooftop.

Under the moonlight, Archer's golden hair fluttered gently in the breeze, like flowing gold.

His sharp eyes like an eagle slowly swept over everyone present, his eyes full of disdain and contempt.

Archer crossed his arms over his chest, leaned forward slightly, and looked down at everyone condescendingly.

The corners of his mouth curled up in a sarcastic smile, revealing his white teeth.

"You bastards are so relaxed that you even have the energy to play the photo game here."

There was a hint of cold mockery in his voice, and every word seemed to hit everyone's heart hard.

"Have you forgotten that we are on a battlefield?!"

Archer's voice suddenly rose, piercing everyone's ears like a sharp sword.

His eyes became sharper, as if they could see through people's hearts.

Matou Kariya raised his head and saw Archer's figure in the moonlight like a golden statue, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

He felt a chill running up his spine and his hands began to tremble unconsciously.

Cold sweat oozed from his forehead and slid down his cheeks.

Part of it was because he was frightened by Archer's sudden words, but more of it was because of the pain in the magic circuits in his body.

But facing Archer's threat, there was no fear on Chen Yu's face.

Chen Yu raised his head and looked directly into Archer's red eyes.

There was a gleam of curiosity and challenge in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a faint smile.

His body remained in a relaxed posture, as if he was completely unaware of the tense atmosphere around him.

"Archer, what did you do with the Holy Grail?" Chen Yu's voice was clear and firm, and every word seemed to be engraved in the air.

He paused for a moment and continued to ask, "Why did Tousaka Tokiomi become like this? Why did the defeated Saber, Lancer, Assassin and others resurrect?"

Archer frowned slightly, his golden eyebrows forming an elegant arc in the moonlight.

His expression clearly revealed his displeasure at Chen Yu's direct questioning.

The slender fingers tapped lightly on the crossed arms, and the golden armor made a crisp sound with this action, like a proud little tune.

"Are you questioning this king?"

Archer's voice was full of contempt and disdain, as if he was looking at an ant that overestimated its own capabilities.

He slowly raised his chin and looked down at Chen Yu condescendingly, his golden hair fluttering gently in the night breeze.

"I am only considering Tokiomi's magnanimity. The rest has nothing to do with you."

Archer said lightly, a sneer on his face.

His voice was as smooth as silk, yet as sharp as a knife.

"Tonight, the Holy Grail will surely descend." His voice gradually became colder, like a winter wind blowing past. "You thieves who want to get your hands on my treasure should also receive the punishment you deserve."

Before he finished speaking, Archer bent his fingers gracefully.

Golden ripples suddenly appeared in the air, as if the water surface was hit by a stone.

Seven treasures shining with cold light suddenly popped out from it, each emitting a different light, shooting towards Chen Yu like a meteor.

Naiyali's reaction was as fast as lightning. She flashed in front of Chen Yu almost the moment the treasure appeared.

Her movements were graceful and fluid, like a graceful cheetah.

The Whip of Separation in her hand danced like a spirit snake, drawing a graceful arc in the air, and the moonlight reflected a faint purple glow on the whip.

"Crack! Crack!"

Two crisp sounds echoed in the night sky, and the Whip of Separation accurately hit all the flying treasures.

The sound of metal colliding was crisp and pleasant. The seven treasures fell to the ground one after another, making dull thuds and leaving several small pits on the ground.

Chen Yu's gaze swept across the battlefield like a radar, and finally fell on the panicked Matou Yanye standing aside.

Yanye's face was as pale as paper, his hands were shaking unconsciously, and his eyes were full of fear and confusion.

Chen Yu realized that Yan Ye might have just followed them here subconsciously and was not aware of the danger he was about to face.

Besides, Matou Kariya doesn't have much fighting ability, and staying here will only be a hindrance.

“Nai Yali.” Chen Yu said in a deep voice, “Send Matou Kariya to a safe place first. He won’t be able to help in the next battle.”

Naiyali nodded slightly, "Okay, Darling."

She gently waved the whip in her hand, and a blue light instantly enveloped Matou Kariya.

The next second, Kariya's figure disappeared from the spot.

“Don’t send Kariya too far,” Chen Yu reminded, a trace of worry flashing in his eyes, “After all, Saber still needs Berserker to stop her.”

He was well aware of the connection between the magician and the servant. The greater the distance, the more difficult it would be to supply magic power.

Naiyali gave an understanding smile, "I know. Don't worry, Darling. I sent him to a safe place nearby. He will not be affected by the battle, but can still maintain contact with Berserker."

With that, she turned back to Archer, ready for the next wave of attacks.

Archer's gaze slowly shifted away from Chen Yu and the others, disdain and contempt flashing in his red pupils.

He turned his gaze to the battlefield in the distance where Berserker and Black Saber were fighting fiercely, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a sarcastic smile.

"How boring." His voice was low and full of contempt. "The Leo girl actually still has the heart to reminisce with her old friend? Has she forgotten the purpose of letting her go there?"

Archer turned gracefully, his golden armor gleaming brightly in the moonlight.

Every movement he made revealed nobility and arrogance, as if the whole world should submit to him.

He looked down at the twisted and deformed mountain of flesh.

“Tokiomi, give the order.” Archer’s voice was cold and majestic, and every syllable was filled with unquestionable orders. “It’s time to let Berserker leave.”

As Archer finished speaking, the distorted face of Tousaka Tokiomi in the meat mountain suddenly opened its eyes.

His eyes were bloodshot and filled with unspeakable pain and struggle.

The surface of the meat mountain began to wriggle violently, as if something was about to break out.

Tōsaka Tokiomi's lips trembled as he repeated Archer's orders word by word.

With each syllable, an expression of extreme pain appeared on his face, as if each word was tearing at his soul.

"Sa...ber..."

His voice was intermittent, and every syllable seemed to exhaust all his strength.

The surface of the meat mountain began to wriggle more violently, and streams of black liquid oozed out from the cracks.

"Use...the...treasure..."

Toosaka Tokiomi's eyeballs bulged out as he stared at the battlefield in the distance.

His whole face was distorted, as if he was in unimaginable pain.

"Defeat...Be...rserker...with all your strength..."

As the last syllable was uttered, a distinct red light flashed from the surface of the meat mountain, and the power of the Command Spell was instantly transmitted to the battlefield in the distance.

Then, Tousaka Tokiomi in the meat mountain closed his eyes again, and the movement on the surface of the meat mountain gradually subsided.

The disgusting stench in the air grew stronger.

Archer nodded in satisfaction, a glimmer of anticipation flashing in his red eyes.

He turned back to the battlefield again, a cruel smile on his face.

He stood on a high place, like a god above, and continued to admire the battle between Saber and Berserker.

As Tōsaka Tokiomi issued the Command Spell.

Chen Yu keenly sensed that Saber's magic power not far away was rapidly expanding.

Black mist began to surge out from around her body and spread around like a tide.

Black Saber held high the Sword of Promised Victory, and strange red lines appeared on the blade.

Then, Black Saber’s cold voice echoed in the night sky:

"The iron hammer of the humble king, the reversal of the rising light——"

The tip of the sword pointed to the sky, and a beam of black and red light shot up into the sky.

"Swallow the light, sword of vowed victory!"

As the last syllable fell, a torrent of black and red magic power swept across the entire battlefield like a tsunami.

Berserker's huge body was swaying in the torrent of magic power.

He roared in pain and tried to struggle and resist, but under the dual pressure of the Command Spell and Saber's attack, his strength was rapidly draining away.

The magical torrent became stronger and stronger, and Berserker's figure gradually became blurred.

His angry roar gradually faded and finally disappeared into the night.

When the torrent of magic power dissipated, only Saber's lonely figure remained on the battlefield.

Berserker's presence completely vanished, as if he had never existed.

"Darling, Berserker has left." There was a hint of nervousness in Naiyali's voice. Her eyes were fixed on the battlefield in the distance. She could also sense that Berserker's breath had disappeared.

Chen Yu frowned when he heard this, feeling the urgency of the current situation.

"It seems that the best way now is to deal with Archer before Saber arrives. Otherwise, if it's two against one, we will be passive."

Before Chen Yu finished speaking, Naiyali's figure turned into a blue light and instantly appeared on the roof where Archer was standing.

Under the moonlight, her figure was graceful and powerful, and the Whip of Separation in her hand drew a graceful arc in the air.

"Whoosh!"

The sound of the whip breaking through the air was sharp and piercing, as if it was going to tear the night sky apart.

It flew straight toward Archer's face at lightning speed, and the air even whistled sharply at the high speed.

Archer reacted very quickly, a sneer of disdain appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The next moment, a gorgeously decorated sword flew out from the ripples.

It blocked Archer's way accurately and collided with the Whip of Disobedience.

"Ding!"

The crisp sound of metal colliding was particularly clear in the silent night sky.

Sparks flew as the two weapons reached a stalemate.

But Archer didn't stop there.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light flashed in his pupils.

Almost at the same time as the sword blocked the whip, another golden ripple quietly emerged behind him.

A sharp dagger shot out from the ripples, streaking across the night sky like a meteor, heading straight towards Naiyali.

The tip of the sword flashed with a cold light, as if it could pierce through the darkness.

"Bastard, do you think an attack of this magnitude can hurt me?"

Archer's voice was filled with disdain and contempt, and every word revealed his contempt for Naiyali. "It's simply ridiculous."

Faced with the sudden sneak attack, Naiyali reacted just as quickly.

Her body twisted in the air, and the blue light enveloped her entire body again.

Just as the dagger was about to touch her, her figure disappeared like a phantom, cleverly avoiding the fatal blow.

One has an infinite arsenal of Noble Phantasms, and the other can teleport infinitely.

Naiyali's figure flickered in the air like a nimble butterfly.

Each of her flashes was just the right time to avoid Archer's Noble Phantasm attacks.

The golden light drew dazzling tracks in the night sky, but it could never reach the elusive figure.

Black Saber was approaching quickly after destroying Berserker.

Looking at Black Saber who was getting closer and closer, and then looking at Naiyari who was engaged in the battle.

A question popped up in Chen Yu's mind.

No, Naiyali, you want me to hit Saber?