I, the Human Race, Hit You!

"I didn't expect the Holy Grail to give you the glory of participating in the battle, the knight king who symbolizes the honor of knights."

"The heroic spirits invited by the Holy Grail through time and space, no one will misread your shining gun."

"Being able to fight against the famous King of Knights is the dream of countless knights!"

On the surface, Diarmuid acted extremely indifferent, but in secret, he held his two swords tightly, and his whole body was on guard against the attack of the King of Knights.

Diarmuid was a little embarrassed when he almost recognized the wrong person.

Although it is not clear why the rumored King of Knights is a girl, Diarmuid believes what she said.

An excellent swordsman can understand his opponent as long as he meets his opponent's weapon once.

Her upright style of play, that clear and clear fighting spirit.

The opponent was undoubtedly the King of Knights.

But now, the mount called out by the other party voluntarily exposed his identity.

Then what awaits him next must be a thunderbolt.

In a simple fight, Diarmuid realized that she surpassed him in all the values ​​of the heroic spirit.

Except that Diarmuid has a little confidence in agility, he is at a disadvantage in terms of strength and durability.

And the servant's most important treasure--if it is the world-renowned King of Knights, the holy spear she holds may be an A-level or even stronger treasure.

Thinking of this, Diarmuid smiled.

"Haha, hahahahahahahaha!"

He laughed out loud.

Is it dangerous?Of course it's dangerous.

Facing the Holy Spear emitting a single radiance, Diarmuid felt that the god of death was approaching.

Are you scared?Of course I'm afraid.

If you can't be loyal to your master, it's a terrible fact.

That being the case, then——

Can't lose.

Diarmuid took a deep breath.

During his lifetime, because of geis, he was not allowed to be loyal to the monarch; also because of geis, he died at the hands of wild boars.

And now, as a Heroic Spirit, he was invited by the Holy Grail to come here.

For the first time, he got rid of the curse of the mole of tears, and once again had a monarch worthy of allegiance.

"How could I fall so easily before dedicating the Holy Grail to my Lord."

Diarmuid put on a posture.

attribute gap?The gap between treasures?What's the deal?

It is through overcoming countless difficulties and creating countless miracles that human beings become heroic spirits.

"If there are external unfavorable factors, then create new miracles here."

Artoria looked at him with calm eyes, looking at the defending Diarmuid.

"This is something you can only say now, Saber."

In the normal Holy Grail War, Arturia would not choose to expose the Noble Phantasm so early.

Premature exposure, even if it can indeed reduce a servant, will inevitably be disadvantaged in the future.

If it is weak, it will be defeated by the strong first.

If it is strong, it will be jointly excluded by the weak.

The Holy Grail War is a war to determine the winner, not the strong one.

But this Holy Grail War is different, Arturia will put the elimination of the rest of the servants in the highest priority.

Even if you expose your identity, even if you liberate the Holy Lance, if you can go one step further with the Holy Grail, you will not hesitate.

...But it takes a good grasp of the effort.

Artoria thought to herself.

The power of the holy gun is too great, if one step is not careful, the entire warehouse area will be destroyed, and even the seaside park not far away will be affected.

But in other words, just be careful.

Now in the evening, the entire warehouse area is empty.

In order to prevent unrelated people from entering by mistake, Diarmuid also specially set up a magic barrier.

If this is the case, Arturia will still be tied up and refuse to release the Holy Lance. Until the Holy Grail War is completely over, there may be no chance to release the Holy Lance again.

Holding the Holy Spear in her right hand and the reins of her beloved horse in her left hand, Artoria stared at Diarmuid coldly.

"Blooming brilliance with the end-"

The girl dictated the words of liberation.

The light is spreading.

Endless brilliance spewed out from the Holy Lance, illuminating the entire pier brightly as the sun was about to set.

The Holy Lance Lungominiad is the tower at the end that nails the history of mankind to the surface of the earth, and it is the farthest spear that shines in praise of the light of the stars.

Its body is the pillar of light that maintains the surface of the world, and the spear of light wedged like the core of the world.

Its essence is a 'phenomenon' that is far from the Noble Phantasm. It can barely appear in the form of Noble Phantasm after going through thirteen layers of seals.

Now, the seal has been loosened slightly.

The pillars of light that sustain the surface of the world, even the most rudimentary liberation, are forces beyond imagination.

"It tears the skies apart and binds the earth together! Spear of the Storm!"

Light was pouring into the tip of the spear, and the originally clear light was as conspicuous as sunlight at this moment.

"R..."

"Put away your weapons, in front of this king."

A heroic voice has already resounded on the battlefield.

Someone intervened in the duel, and Arturia and Diarmuid looked over at the same time.

Not far away, a flying object streaked across the sky, leaving a string of purple sparks and lightning in the air.

Those flying in the air are chariots.

The chariot is drawn by a bull riding on lightning and walks on the air.

Standing majestically in front of the chariot was a burly middle-aged man who presumably was the owner of the chariot.

Behind him is a little boy with a timid temperament.

Every time the bull kicked in the air, purple lightning rose from the hooves of the bull, making a deafening sound in the air, strengthening the aura of the giant.

But Lancer is the king of knights who is famous all over the world, how can he be shaken by simply roaring twice?

Having exposed his identity and exposed his treasure, if he doesn't achieve some results in battle, wouldn't it be detrimental to the name of the King of Knights.

"Rhongomyniad"

The girl yelled.

Call out your real name.

Endless brilliance poured out from the holy spear, turning into an indestructible spear of light, spreading wantonly into the distance.

The pillar of light that maintains the surface of the planet, even if it is only a part, is a world-class power. The two heroic spirits opposite Artoria have no means to resist this pillar of light.

Diarmuid, who was waiting in battle, also had to feel the strength of this power.

Even the magic sword that he is most proud of is not as powerful as the eleventh.

In the face of such power, one should not open a distance and wait for an opportunity to find a flaw. The correct solution is to continue close combat and stop Lancer from using the treasure.

When Diarmuid secretly felt that he had made a mistake, the Spear of Light blasted towards the bullock cart in the sky with the momentum of thunder in Diarmuid's ignorant eyes.

An unknown heroic spirit appeared, but Artoria didn't know if that heroic spirit was threatening.

One thing Artoria knew clearly was that Saber was standing on flat ground, and if she was not careful, the released spear of light would hurt innocent people.

And the bullock cart is in the sky, attacking from bottom to top, Artoria can go all out.

Hitting who is not hitting?Not bad.

Chapter 27 Conquest

Light is rushing, light is roaring.

This is the light of human reason that nails the human history on the world, and it is the cornerstone to keep the human history from being modified by the planet.

Dazzled by his vision, Weber couldn't help closing his eyes.

In the clock tower, his talent was suppressed by the nobles, and Weber was extremely dissatisfied.

With one's own talent, as long as it is an equal competition, it is impossible to lose.

To win this war, the remnants of those aristocratic schools would have to face up to their own talents—with this in mind, Weber participated in the Holy Grail War in the Far East by relying on Mr. Kenneth's holy relic.

At this moment, Weber finally realized one thing.

The most important thing, I got it wrong.

The Holy Grail War is not a magic contest between summoned servants among magi.

It is a battle between Heroic Spirits and Heroic Spirits.

allegiance?color bit?crown?

No matter what level of magician, in front of this brilliance, they are just inconspicuous dust.