My name is Illya,
I'm protecting Weber's transformation barrier.
70:48:19
Rider piloted a B2 bomber and performed a Cobra maneuver and Khafre roll in front of Gilgamesh. As a result, the Ancient King immediately became furious and chased after him in a Huizhou. Only Ryunosuke Uryu and Berserker were left to deal with the black-armored Saber—oh, and junior brother Kotomine Kirei who was left behind just now.
But even if a few of the Four Assassin Kings were added, it would not be enough for the Black Saber to fight. Ryunosuke looked at the Black Saber who was suppressing the Berserker because there was no air pressure, and asked Junior Brother Kirei to discuss the retreat.
"Junior brother, the teacher is calling you to go home..." "Please let Berserker help me fight off Saber, Ryunosuke."
"Huh?" Ryunosuke was stunned for a moment: "It's possible, but I can't control berserker's actions without a command spell——"
Then he was startled by the large Command Seals revealed by Kirei as he rolled up his sleeves.
"Transferring the complete command spell is more troublesome, equivalent to transplanting a magic circuit, but these defective products and fragments are no problem, reach out." "Oh..."
Ryunosuke followed his words and showed Kirei the back of his hand, which only had faint traces left on it. It could be vaguely seen that it was three tangled lightning bolts.
"[...]" Kirei recited a mantra that although there was a sound, could not be classified into language, onomatopoeia or even phonetic symbols. In this weird sound, many tiny red fragments on his arms floated like ashes. Down.
While they gathered into a lightning pattern on the back of Ryunosuke's hand, the jumbled up command spells on Kirei's arm began to vaguely reveal their original shape due to the disappearance of the leftover materials - although it was still very abstract.
"Okay, order him to use the strongest Noble Phantasm." Kirei retracted his hand and said.
"The strongest? Is it the ability to transform into someone else?" Ryunosuke touched the command spell and turned his head to look at Berserker, who was increasingly at a disadvantage: "If we let him become Gilgamesh, we will be dead later. ?”
Although the Ancient King was having fun fighting Iskandar in the air above, if he glanced over here and discovered "himself", he would probably abandon the battle with Rider and throw away thousands of Noble Phantasms. And accompanied by a murderous rebuke - "Bastard! How dare you steal my image!?"
Ryunosuke was frightened by his imagination.
"...You just give the order. I have studied the history of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table." Apparently Junior Brother Kirei also thought of it, and his face looked a little bad.
"Okay," Ryunosuke pressed the lightning: "In the name of the Command Seal, Berserker, use your strongest Noble Phantasm!"
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"Ouch!"
The black berserker suddenly put no defense at all, and threw two logs at Saber as if to exchange injuries. Saber, who could not receive treatment because the master was not around, had to return the sword to parry, and cut Berserker's arm. A wound.
"Ah--" Berserker threw two logs and took advantage of the situation to retreat far away, placing his hand on his empty waist.
Even though Saber Alter didn't hear Ryunosuke's order, he could feel the surging magic power of his opponent, so he planned to attack first to prevent him from using the Noble Phantasm.
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However, a premonition of facing an enemy made her stop for a moment. As King Arthur with the heart of a red dragon, she had experienced countless cruel and dangerous battles, and had never felt such a trembling feeling as if she was encountering an enemy.
Even though she put this emotion aside immediately, her movements were still a little slow.
With a bang, the layer of black mist around Berserker exploded outwards, revealing its original posture - it was an extremely delicate and beautiful pure white heavy armor that shone in the morning sun, with ice blue and ice wrapped around it. Golden stripes make it more luxurious.
The helmet disappeared, and his shoulder-length hair was slightly curled. What emerged from it was a handsome but melancholy face. He was looking at Saber with a look that said "I hate iron but cannot become steel".
"Well, although I expected it, it's really interesting that even the expressions are exactly the same, Sir Lancelot." The black-armored Saber held the sword in front of her and looked at Berserker who revealed his true face from a distance.
"You are not King Arthur -" Berserker, or Knight of the Round Table Lancelot stared at Saber fiercely, his voice still hoarse from long-term roaring: "Or, you don't deserve to be called King Arthur!"
"Not to mention that I was the King Arthur in your heart," Saber sneered: "You have to maintain her image even though you betrayed her? Do you think this is atonement?"
"You fake king——"
"If my Lord Lancelot sees you, he will probably kill you without hesitation." Although she still felt the enemy's aura from Lancelot, Artoria still said without hesitation: "Although he was called a rebellious knight because of his unconditional opposition to any of my decrees, his proposal to marry Guinevere when I was about to marry him, his deliberate killing of the enemy generals I was about to release, and so on - but he has never, ever , treason, country.”
"Neither have I—" "France is an enemy country."
"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" The black helmet that had disappeared reappeared on Berserker's head, and he started roaring loudly again.
"Tsk, are you just pretending to be crazy?" Saber said contemptuously, but she held the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, because the feeling of hostility in Berserker's body was too strong to ignore.
Zhengjun - Wearing only a helmet, Berserker pulled out a black half-sword with unknown bloodstains from his waist with both hands, and pointed it at Saber from a distance.
"Huh, [Lake Light without Regrets]?" The source of the feeling of hostility was confirmed, and Saber relaxed instead: "So not all of your British dragons have been killed yet."
In Saber Alt's memory, all the dragons in Britain and the surrounding areas were killed by Mordred, even the larger lizards were not spared. The child seemed to want to come up with a weapon with "dragon-slaying" properties. She came to challenge Artoria, who had the heart of the red dragon, but her plan failed completely. She seemed to name the sword "Glorious Rebellion Against My Father"?
"[Reaching the end, breaking through the limit, King of the other side, please look at this light——]" The long sword in Lancelot's hand began to emit turbulent blue light.
"Haha, let me completely shatter your fantasy of atonement. You destroyed the round table and killed your colleagues. Your sin is unforgivable." Saber Alter took half a step back, and the low-hanging black broken steel sword began to absorb the surrounding light. .
"[All the locks are broken? Aroundight overload]!"
"[Sword of Oath and Victory (excalibur)]!"
The two rays of jet black and lake blue light shot straight towards each other with indomitable momentum.
70:44:16
Two aircraft, one gold and one black, were chasing each other. Huge explosions continued in the back. Even inside the mansion, explosions and sword clashes were heard one after another.
Weber felt that he couldn't be more stupid here to check the enchantment around the mansion and strictly follow its chain to carry out a circular and in-depth transformation.
However, it is not all without gain. At least the high-concentration magic power that originally enveloped the entire mountain has been reduced to the surroundings of the mansion. Even if it breaks out now, Teacher Kenneth and Mrs. Sola can resist it with their abilities. As for myself—— She should be able to protect herself.
Weber turned away and looked at Caster, who was floating not far behind him and seemed to be distracted.
Compared to the high-sounding excuse of "not analyzing the allies' wards", Weber is more willing to believe that the "Winter Saint" didn't help him change the wards because it was too troublesome - she found it too troublesome to even walk. You'll know when the magic is floating.
"I always feel like you're thinking of something rude." Caster floated in front of Weber, staring at him as he walked backwards.
"I'm thinking that the final outer barrier will be there soon," Weber said without changing his expression: "The magic power disturbance generated after the transformation will make everyone inside the mansion discover that Teacher Kenneth is fine, but if an Assassin rushes out to attack, Trouble."
"In that case, don't worry." Caster summoned a round transparent water ball in the palm of his hand. It flowed and gradually froze, and finally turned into a blue crystal-like transparent ice ball.
As if aware of Caster's distraction, a dark shadow suddenly rushed out from the back garden of the mansion, and two daggers, one red and one blue, stabbed Weber viciously in the back.
"Bang." The ice ball in Caster's hand hit the Assassin's arm first and then. He quickly turned into an ice sculpture centered on the place where he was hit, and fell down due to his own inertia at the next moment. On the ground, broken.
Weber continued to walk towards the final barrier without even looking back. During these ten minutes of getting along, every time Caster started to play with ice and water inexplicably, it was a sign that Assassin was about to break out and be dealt with. The bad luck just now The ghost is the ninth.
"This Holy Grail War Summon Servnt is pretty good as a thug. At least it won't leave any corpses." Weber heard Caster say from behind: "Seances or summoned objects will also work."
You are also a servant yourself, is that really okay?
"Are there other types?" Unable to hold back his curiosity, Weber asked.
"Charming animals, summoning creatures from other worlds, and even recruiting mercenaries," Caster shook his head: "A river of blood will flow from the fight - fortunately, the masters this year are all good."
"As for the consequences, for example, if an animal breaks into your mansion accidentally and dies in a hard-to-find corner...ah~" Caster's tone was filled with obvious disgust, "It's still my way of dealing with it. Okay, but we are running out of space recently, should we use it to open an exhibition hall?"
How to deal with it and where to store it... No, forget it, Weber felt that if he continued to ask, he would risk losing his sanity, so he shut up decisively.
And at this moment, the continuous blasting sound from the back mountain stopped and was replaced by some kind of strange whistling sound. It sounded like a train was approaching?
Before he could tell what it was, he saw Caster suddenly stop him and arrange a circular ice wall of no less than three layers in the direction where the sound came from.
Judging from Caster's previous experience of being able to defeat Assassin with only a fist-sized water ball, what is coming this time should be some kind of powerful——
boom! ! The torrent of black and blue magic power hit the ice wall hard.
——Noble Phantasm direct attack.
