I, authentic, little sun

On the other side, on the Temple Noble Phantasm "Vanity's Sky Garden"——

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada was looking up at the Holy Grail, when he noticed the sound of footsteps, he turned around and saw Shakespeare, the caster on the red side.

"Caster, my Noble Phantasm is ready."

"Well, Master, my Noble Phantasm is also ready."

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada's Noble Phantasms "Righthand Evil Eater" and "Lefthand Xanadu Matrix".

"Red" Caster's Noble Phantasm——"The opening time is approaching, here is a thunderous applause (First Foilo)".

The Noble Phantasm of the two men was neither a weapon given to a hero by the gods, nor a famous horse obtained during an adventure.

Amakusa Shiro's Noble Phantasm is the materialization of the miracle bestowed on people by the boy.

"Red" Caster's Noble Phantasm is the "book" that he failed to write down during his lifetime.

No matter what it is, it is just a sublimation of the legend they left behind.

It cannot be used against the army, and it is completely impossible to use it against the city.

If you think about it in terms of the category of Servant, these two riders are undoubtedly third-rate existences.

However, at this moment, as long as the Noble Phantasms of the two meet, all values ​​will be reversed.

If it was a holy sword or a sharp spear, it should be easy to destroy the Great Holy Grail.

However, among the Servants who can "dominate" the Great Holy Grail, there are only these two knights among the Servants participating in this Holy Grail War.

"The 'line' has been connected, because your magic power supply will also be replenished in this way."

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, as the object of the Master's supply of magic power, is actually only the "red" Assassin.

Other than that, the Servant only controlled the most fundamental part of himself as a Master.

In terms of mana supply, it is completely completed through the Great Holy Grail connected from the time of robbery.

"Is it finally about to start? I'm really looking forward to it..." Caster said.

"Yes, after 60 years of thinking and worrying, I'm finally here."

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada smiled, as if rejoicing at the upcoming rescue, but at this moment, he looked at Caster as if he had suddenly thought of something.

"Ok?"

In Shakespeare's surprised eyes, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada stretched out a hand to him, and the Command Seal on it was shining dimly.

This made Caster's expression froze immediately: "Master?"

"Caster, I respect you as a writer from the bottom of my heart, and at the same time I trust you.

And because of that, one thing I've learned is that you're bound to want to write tragedies, so..."

As he said that, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada consumed the Command Seal with a smile on his face: "I order with the Command Seal, Caster, that there must be no tragedy about me."

"Woo...!!"

As soon as the words fell, the Command Seal immediately bound Caster like a chain, not only the body, but even the spirit of the Servant could be strongly suppressed.

"Master... this kind of treatment is really too much. It's too cruel, it's really too cruel."

"Red" Caster sighed loudly, this is also a matter of course, for a well-known writer, although such behavior does not hurt much, it is extremely insulting.

But what Shakespeare has to admit is that he did have the idea of ​​writing tragedy before.

"Well, I've already read the four tragedies first, and that's why I decided to use the Command Seal."

"...Is that so? It's too bad!"

"Red" Caster couldn't help crying, but it turned out that it was because of his recommendation, so did the master really read the novel I wrote? !

However, a sudden vibration interrupted the conversation between the two.

Both Amakusa Shiro Tokisada and Shakespeare became serious, because they knew that there was only one reason for a sudden shock in this situation.

"Are you here, saint..." Amakusa Shiro raised his head and looked at the distant sky.

At almost the same moment, the Assyrian Empress "Red" Assassin opened her eyes on her throne.

"Well, did you come at this time?"

Although it is an enemy that will come sooner or later, it still feels a little strange.

Normally, magicians should try their best to choose a time when the night is quiet in order to keep the rules of mystery and not to be revealed, but they happened to attack at this time...

This made Semiramis a little puzzled, but anyway, they had to fight, no matter what time, the result was the same.

"Archer, Rider... They have already arrived, let's meet them immediately, although I don't know what kind of flying method they used to come here, but it is by no means something that can withstand our attack.

Rider, crush them with your flying chariot. "

Hearing the spoken words, Rider responded with a voice full of surprise, disbelief, and even suspicion of life.

"Ah, if I could crush it, of course I would, but it might take a little time."

"What's the matter? Did they use some incredible technique to break in?"

"You'll know just by looking at it."

After hearing this sentence, "Red" Assassin projected the outside scenery onto the ceiling... Then she couldn't help but fell silent.

In mid-air, several horses stepped on the flames and shone brilliantly, pulling what could be called a gorgeous and mighty chariot galloping forward.

Not only that, Lancer is standing at the front, it seems that he is the driver of the chariot.

Next to him is Rider riding a hawk, and behind him can see the android who will become his new Master.

Not to mention anything else, for them, the heroic spirits of the gods, this scene is comparable to the sun god driving a chariot in charge of day and night.

"You bloody 'black' side..." Semiramis couldn't help cursing, the other side didn't talk about martial arts!

Let's not talk about the defensive power of the chariot, just the few beasts pulling the chariot, if they rampage and land on the sky courtyard.

Maybe a big hole can be directly smashed out, and that divinity is obviously related to that Lancer.

But why is your spearman's chariot treasure more powerful than cavalry? !

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It's no wonder that rider Achilles doubted life. He used spear skills to fight Lancer before, and now Lancer uses chariots to compete with him.

what is this?Role reversal?

As the saying goes, it is not terrible to bump into a shirt, and whoever is ugly is embarrassed. For Achilles, the current situation is the same - whoever loses is embarrassed!

"Heh—" Facing such a severe situation, rider Achilles showed a wild smile.

"My lord empress, can you stop activating the defense mechanism of the sky garden for the time being?"

"Huh?" This was the first time a rider called himself an honorific, and Semiramis was very surprised: "Rider, what are you going to do?"

"When packing up Lancer, I'll remove the flying scrap metal by the way."

Hearing that ferocious beast-like voice, "Red" Assassin couldn't help but feel a gloomy chill running down his spine.

Although he was a demigod born before his father who was a hero and his mother who was a goddess, he was also a great hero of the Trojan War.

But as long as the skin is peeled off, he becomes a monster dedicated to fighting.

Faced with such provocations, it would be rather strange if he remained indifferent!

"Okay, I'll leave it to you." The Empress of Assyria readily agreed, as if she didn't think there was anything wrong with this.

After all, this is also one of the essential elements of being a great hero.

Cruelty and arrogance, together with a self-importance that believes in one's own strength, are the hallmarks of what makes a hero a hero.

"Archer, I'm counting on you for rear support, you just get rid of that guy riding on the eagle and his master."

"No, I have to make a break with the black archer."

Unexpectedly, Archer Atalanta turned down Achilles' request.

If the Rider's roar just now was the roar of beasts before they were slaughtered.

Then, the emotion contained in Atalanta's voice is only infinite joy, that is the excitement of being able to fight against the recognized strong.

"what?"

If it wasn't for the fact that the voice was actually made by the female hero Atalanta, the Assyrian empress thought it would be Rider who said it.

Because in Assassin's view, "Red" Archer belongs to the kind of hero that is relatively easy to understand.

As a hunter, although she would also be happy because of fighting, but more of it is not in the fighting process, but in the aspect of hunting prey.

For this reason, no matter whether it is a trap or a sneak attack, as long as it can kill the opponent, it doesn't matter whether the method is fair or not.

But what Semiramis didn't know was that Atalanta was also an archer in addition to being a hunter.

Now, it is rare for her to meet an opponent whose shooting skills are not weaker than her own, or even stronger. How could she not have the intention of competing at all!

"Forget it, anyway, 'Black' Rider is planning to rush over with that half-baked monster anyway, since that's the case, let me shoot him down."

As he spoke, Semiramis's eyes shone with cruelty, and he uttered chilling words in his still sweet voice.

"Then, start killing, the Great Holy Grail belongs to us!"

"..."

Caster Shakespeare sighed a little speechlessly after listening to the exchange of several people in the reading.

To be honest, no matter the careless decision-making or their speech, it sounds like a complete villain.

However, Shakespeare couldn't make any comments on this, because the fact is that compared with those heroic spirits of the age of gods, other servants have a qualitative gap.

If they are Servants now, it's okay to say that the spirit base will limit the maximum output, so that the level gap between the heroic spirits is not so obvious.

However, it is a pity that there are no ifs in this Holy Grail War. Even if they are both first-class heroic spirits, the side that will win the battle must be the heroes of these ages of gods.

To say why, apart from being older and more mysterious, it is because they are all related to the gods.

Don't look at a certain Mr. Jin and a certain bba, divinity can only be regarded as a debuff, but apart from throwing out these exceptions, it is still very important to be related to the gods.

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Probably due to the interference of the magic power of the sky garden, as the chariot approached, it started to slow down like a mountain with a heavy load on it.

After realizing this, Fiore felt very fortunate, if Lancer hadn't hidden such a hole card.

Otherwise, if Black is really forced to choose to use a flying vehicle such as an airplane to launch a surprise attack.

The chances of success can be said to be appallingly low, unless there is special care of restraint, otherwise no matter how you look at it, they will die halfway.

Unlike today, even though everyone could feel the icy wind swirling around like a knife, the holy flag in Joan's hand was violently fluttering because of this.

However, they were still wrapped in the warmth of the chariot, and they didn't feel the slightest discomfort. They were so comfortable that they didn't feel like launching a surprise attack, but going out for a drive.

In this way, the trace of "Vanity's Sky Garden" is getting closer and closer to Black Fang, until it is enough to be seen by human naked eyes.

"I have seen it!"

"Yes, mine too."

"I saw it too! Oh, no matter how many times I watch it, it's still so powerful, that thing!"

Indeed, Zhengzong also agreed with this, and now he suddenly realized the feeling of Alstof before.

In an instant, I feel that the sun chariot under my body is not fragrant. Could it be that the romance in the man's heart is at work, and he always prefers the big one?

But there is no way around it. Assassin's sky garden can be summed up in one sentence as a huge fortress shining with golden brilliance.

The scene of such things flying in the sky can only be described as full of fantasy. In Masamune's view, only battleships and Gundams can be compared with it.

At this moment, suddenly, a strong light flashed from the sky courtyard.

It was an incomparably huge torrent of magic power, and the chariot pulled by three horses controlled by "Red" Rider Achilles was making a piercing hissing sound and gliding in a stream in the air.

Whether it is the opponent's body or the chariot under the seat, the magic power and sense of oppression are many times stronger than before. If there is no accident, this is one of the results of their capture of the Holy Grail.

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