This is My Holy Grail Battle

"Huh? I said boy, you are the master of this king after all, so it's only natural that you can see the attributes of a servant?" Rider patted Weber's head and said, "Look carefully."

"No...not at all!" Weber's face was full of disbelief, "The opponent can fight Assassin, he is undoubtedly a Servant, but... But I can see Assassin's ability, but I can't see through him!"

"It should be Berserker?" Weber guessed when he saw Lancelot's crazy look.

"Okay, since I can't see it, I won't force it." Rider asked: "My little master, have you recovered now?"

"My little master, have you recovered now?"

"It's okay." Wei Bo replied slightly puzzled.

"Very good." The rider shouted boldly: "Sit still, kid, I'm about to drive!"

The next moment, amid Weber's painful screams, the rider drove into the berserker!

The chariot pulled by the bull rushed to the battlefield accompanied by lightning and thunder.

Assassin saw it and dodged it easily.Compared to Archer's Noble Phantasm covering the sky, avoiding Rider's chariot couldn't be easier for her.

The chariot was full of momentum, and when it arrived, it plowed the ruins along the way again.

But even so, it can't eliminate the obsession in Berserker's heart.He didn't even hide, he was still staring at Assassin.

The next moment, the bull's hooves kicked on Berserker's body... With a "crash", the wheel of the cart ran over Berserker's body heavily.

Berserker stood up tremblingly, then turned into a spirit body and fled away.

Kariya Matou regained control of Berserker's body when Berserker was hit hard.He gave the Berserker the order to retreat immediately.

"I am the King of Conquerors, Iskandar. This time the Holy Grail War will appear as a rider." The rider stretched out his hand and invited, "Assassin join my army."

"You shouldn't help me, rider." Assassin said stubbornly, "I can win!"

"There's no need to force yourself..." Assassin picked up his words as soon as Rider finished speaking.

"Berserker's pace has slowed down, and his strength has gradually dissipated..." Assassin said, "I can feel that his magic power is about to fail!" She showed a crazy look.

You know, Assassin thinks that it is completely impossible for him to win this Holy Grail War.But as long as she kills a servant, she can live to meet the next Holy Grail War.

The opportunity slipped away from her, causing her to lose her mind for a short time, but she regained her composure immediately.

"Sorry... the battle just now made me a little crazy." Assassin apologized to the rider, "Thank you for your help, actually I've been losing." The pain is still stimulating Assassin's nerves, like a beast smelling blood.Fortunately, her reason gradually gained the upper hand.

"It doesn't matter," Rider said, "My lord, from your tone just now, it seems that there is a way to defeat... Berserker?"

"Yeah." Assassin nodded and said, "As long as it drags on, I can beat him."

"Can you hold on?" Rider asked, "Your battle with Archer consumed a lot of your stamina, right?" Not only did it consume a lot, Assassin was almost killed by Archer.

"Archer is very strong." Assassin nodded to admit his weakness.

"You have consumed too much tonight. If you take on the battle with an all-powerful attitude, surely your method of defeating the Berserker will work?" Rider pointed to the blood that had drawn across Assassin's cheek, telling Assassin of his now exhausted attitude.

"I don't know." Assassin was very frank. In fact, she didn't know how long it would take to win Lancelot, but as long as it dragged on, she would be right.

"Goodbye rider, maybe one day we can be friends." Assassin said before leaving, but rider stopped her.

"Don't be so anxious, assassin." As he said that, the rider actually took out a barrel of red wine from his chariot.I really don't know how he hid the barrel of wine on the bumpy chariot. "If you go out in the way you are now, you will definitely become the hunting target of others, so you might as well rest for a while."

While saying that, Rider smashed the lid of the barrel.Immediately, the aroma of red wine permeated the entire ruins: "Are you interested in participating in the battle victory celebration banquet? By the way, let's talk about ideals! My king is very curious about the reason why you responded to the Holy Grail call."

"Ideal... My wish is very small." Assassin gestured with his hand, "If I have to say it, my wish is as insignificant as a falling feather in front of the long-cherished wishes of other heroic spirits."

Chapter 018

Here are the ruins, here are the battlefields, here are the ashes of the burning pages everywhere...

"An insignificant wish? Let's talk after a drink, assassin." Rider took out the wine bottle and shook a spoonful of red wine.

"Rider..." Weber, who finally got up from the chariot, couldn't bear it anymore: "Why did you tell me all about your class and real name?!" He yelled hysterically.

"My king's name is a bit famous. Wouldn't it be great if we could have assassin join us?" Rider smiled foolishly and rubbed the back of his head.

"You..." Which idiot will join your army!Seeing Rider's smug look, Waver couldn't help but want to beat him up.

"Wipe the blood off your face first, kid." Rider said, "Don't lose face in front of the guests."

Wei Bo touched his cheek in a daze, his fingers were stained red.

He's just woken from a coma after the library explosion nearly killed him.

The fierce battle made him forget the pain for a short time, and now when the blood color came into his eyes, the pain surged into his brain.

"Hmm..." Weber clutched his wound, he caught sight of Assassin.Only then did I realize...the girl's body was covered with wounds all over her body.

A broken dress, a back covered in blood... a twisted left hand, and a right hand clutching the sword desperately.Both hands were obviously trembling, but the hand holding the sword was gripped so hard that it almost touched the hilt.

Thick and dried blood not only spread on her hands, but also stuck to the gold threads on Assassin's temples.

Weber didn't know what Assassin had gone through, but the girl's heavy eyes made him feel deeply pitiful...

The aroma of red wine, accompanied by the pungent smell of burning ashes invaded Assassin's nostrils.

Rider got off the chariot, crouched and handed it over.

Wine... Looking at the rippling red liquid in the wine bottle, Assassin hesitated.

"Assassin, don't be so nervous. Relax, let me see your original appearance." Rider sat cross-legged on the ground and said, "Isn't it too restrained to pretend to be drinking while drinking?!"