I Will Eventually Embark on a Road of No Return Called a Hero

"Do you care more about these little things than making this world a paradise?" Kotomine Shiro frowned.

"Let this world become a paradise? This should be done by human beings with their own hands, not the obsession of the dead," Siddigar curled his lips.

"I see, do you still believe in humans now?" Kotomine Shiro sighed, turned and walked towards the sky garden, "It seems that I can only become an enemy with you."

"We have not been companions since the beginning," Sidgar shook his hand, the crystal in his left bowl symbolizing the blessing of Ares, the god of war, lit up, and the blood-colored lines spread along Sidgar's arm to his face.

Joan of Arc glanced at Kotomine Shiro who was leaving leisurely and wanted to stop him, but the bigger trouble made her have no time to interfere with him.

"This Noble Phantasm must not be activated any longer," Jeanne called out the battle flag.

"Before that," Siddija roared in the direction of the golem with a soft voice, "Hey! I know you can hear it! Caster stops the growth of your Noble Phantasm! As long as you can guarantee that this Noble Phantasm is only as tall as this , and if it does not erode the earth, I will not see it!"

"Hey! How can you do this!" Jeanne opened her mouth wide, "This Noble Phantasm violates the rules no matter how you look at it!"

"It's against the rules for someone to put a Noble Phantasm," Siddija stretched out her right hand and pressed it on Joan of Arc's face.

"but!"

"Impossible," Avisbronn lifted his spirit form and appeared on the golem's shoulder. "This Noble Phantasm is my long-cherished wish. Now I have no regrets. Next, this giant will—"

"call out----"

A sharp arrow pierced Avisbronn's heart with precision.

Sidiga silently turned her head to look at Atalanta who was ready to make up for the second arrow.

"He refused," Atalanta spread her hands and looked innocent, and at the same time the second arrow shot and burst Avisbronn's head.

Joan of Arc was a little speechless, the ruler's authority clearly told her that the black caster Avis Bron was destroyed and the spiritual foundation completely disappeared.

Because of the loss of Avisbronn's control, the giant... ran wild.

"Ah~ something big has happened," Sidika carried the Ares-shaped [Heavy Forged Pandora] on her shoulders with some headache, "By the way, why is this scene so familiar."

"No matter how much it costs, stop it!" Joan looked at the giant who started roaring with determination.

"You're going to blow yourself up?" Siddija tilted her head.

Why is this village girl who can only level A and invincible shield confident that she can deal with this giant who is already 70 meters fast.

Joan of Arc's expression froze, and she said with some hesitation, "That... Of course I won't hesitate, but the Lord's revelation told me that an abnormality is in that priest, and if I use the Noble Phantasm now, I can't stop that priest. "

"Understood, then look at helping me," Sidika beckoned to Atalanta, "Atta help."

"Wait a minute! I can suspend this Holy Grail War and use the Command Spell to let other servants help deal with this giant," Jeanne said hurriedly.

"No!" Siddija stretched out her hand and squeezed Joan's face.

"Why! It's an emergency!"

"Come on, the Command Spell is a method used when a Servant violates the rules, not a method used to order other Servants," Siddigar sighed, "I said, now I seriously doubt that the Command Spell will be used by the Servant. You misuse it, you want to use Command Spells on all Servants so casually."

Jeanne's face froze. To be honest, she was a village girl who didn't know a word. With luck and boldness, she forced the invaders to blow up. How could she have thought so deeply? The command spell has been used.

"Then what about this giant..." Jeanne pouted.

"It is the duty of the ruler to solve the abnormality," Sidgar patted Joan of Arc's face and walked slowly in the direction of the giant, "Now that the abnormality has appeared, of course it is to solve it~"

"boom-----"

A huge object fell from the sky and smashed next to Sidika, and the huge figure stood up in the smoke.

"My ally, where are the oppressors now!" Spartacus smiled and put Frankenstein on his shoulders on the ground.

"Huh? Woohoo!" Frankenstein, who fell to the ground, first sniffed the air, then ignored Siddija and rushed directly to the ruins.

"Are you an ally?" Siddija stretched out his right hand towards Spartacus, and the hideous black scales slowly dissipated, "Then please."

"Yeah! The road to freedom is up to me!" Spartacus' huge palm wrapped around Siddija's right hand.

"Wait wait wait!"

With the roar, a chariot stopped beside Siddija, and Achilles, who was all tattered, jumped down and clapped his hand on Spartacus's hand with excitement.

"Count me in if you fight with you!"

"Really good? Cooperate with us Black," Chiron shook his head and jumped off the chariot.

"Teacher, you still came by my ride," Achilles curled his lips, "and I just want to help Ruler maintain the Holy Grail War, this big guy will make me fight very uncomfortable."

"Then I have to maintain the Holy Grail War~" Chiron smiled and put his hand on Achilles's.

"Teacher!" Achilles looked serious.

"Huh?" Chiron tilted his head.

"Don't press me from behind!" Achilles moved uncomfortably, and now Chiron pressed his chin on his head with the centaur's advantage, reminding him of the past and Chiron for a while. The days of Rong's life are inexplicably a bit...

shame!

Atalanta silently leaned against Siddija's back.

She doesn't want to mix with stinky men.

This person, trusted by them, is clearly a battle for their own selfish desires, but he can make them willingly hand over their backs to each other.

I'm really envious. His words probably really don't need a Command Spell...