A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

If Lancer's red gun knocked out the magic power of Berserker's Noble Phantasm, then the fake Noble Phantasm that was eaten away by Berserker's black magic power would be nothing more than a pile of iron.

"Saber and I have an agreement... If you continue to be so unreasonable and intervene in our fight, why will I sit back and watch?"

"Lancer..."

Although it was a life and death fight, Saber was extremely moved after hearing Lancer's words. This heroic spirit of a spearman believes in the same "chivalry" as she does.

Even so, not everyone gathered on the battlefield praised Lancer's actions.

"What are you doing Lancer? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to defeat Saber."

A voice asked sternly. This voice showing displeasure must be Lancer's Master. However, Lancer unexpectedly showed a serious expression that was inconsistent with this heroic spirit.

"The battle with Saber! This is the battle where I, Diarmuid Odina, stake my honor!"

Lancer shouted toward the empty sky.

"Let me first show you how I killed that rabid dog. The reason why I did this is because I am the king! The duel between me and Saber..."

"no!"

Ruthlessly interrupting Lancer's excited sigh, Lancer's Master ordered in a colder tone:

"Lancer, help Berserker kill Saber. I command you with the Command Seal."

The air on the battlefield was frozen with tension.

Command Seal. It is an absolute command to the Servant. No matter how great a heroic spirit is, it is impossible to disobey the Command Seal. So Lancer no longer has the power to freely control his own will——

The tip of the red gun turned around and headed towards Saber with a low groan. The two magic spears, long and short, passed by Saber in succession and streaked across the sky.

Without even looking back, Lancer used the two guns in his left and right hands to attack the target directly behind him. This astonishing gun skill and the two guns that can be freely changed are the essence of Lancer. The precision of Lancer's technique didn't even elicit rebuke from his opponents.

"Lancer...!"

In the middle of her shouting, Saber suddenly became speechless. Lancer turned around, humiliation and anger filling his face with a sad and indignant expression, which spoke of the feelings of the Heroic Spirit Diarmuid better than any words could express.

Lancer's body was bound by the Command Seal. His body no longer belonged to him. He is nothing more than a ruthless machine as a Servant. All the skills and abilities honed by the heroic spirit Diarmuid are used at will, regardless of his personal beliefs, and are only used to carry out the supreme orders of the Master. Lancer's regret was shared by Saber, who was also a heroic spirit.

Berserker, who was next to Lancer, was approaching step by step. Although the war situation has changed, Berserker's target still seems to be Saber alone. Berserker picked up the iron pillar that was split into two pieces by Lancer's red spear, and this time combined it into a long spear and placed it in front of his chest. Although the shape of the Noble Phantasm has changed slightly, there is no inconvenience in using it.

Saber was at a loss.

If his left hand was not injured, he might still be able to find a way to survive. But now Saber has reached the limit of her ability just to deal with Berserker alone. At this time, even Lancer is her enemy, and Saber has no chance of winning.

"...Saber...I'm sorry..."

Lancer groaned in pain, but stepped closer to Saber. Contrary to Lancer's embarrassment, the murderous magic hidden in the two guns on the left and right floated into the sky like rising heat.

The black knight standing next to Lancer remained silent, but the density of his murderous wave was doubling and he was approaching Saber. Black leaf veins densely covered the fragments of the iron pillar, but the fragments turned into alien weapons that were more terrifying than swords. And threatened Saber with the fragmented head.

Saber stared calmly at those Noble Phantasms, then suddenly glanced sideways at Irisviel and winked at her.

"Irisviel, I will control the situation. During that gap——"

Saber's thinking has fallen into a dilemma, leaving only one extreme choice. I had to do this when I was desperate. No matter how many signs of failure he shows now, he must protect Irisviel. Even if you want to lose your life...

"In that gap, I will at least get you out of danger. You can run as far as you can."

Saber reported this urgent decision to Irisviel indifferently, but Irisviel was unaware of Saber's true intentions.

The proud knight girl will sacrifice her own life to find a way for Irisviel to survive.

Irisviel shook her head resolutely. At this moment, she had no intention of letting Saber die.

"Irisviel! No matter what you do-"

"Don't worry Saber. Trust your Master"

Saber realized the true meaning of these profound words, but she was still very confused.

"Kiritsugu—are you here?"

In fact, Irisviel did not solve Saber's confusion. But she always believed in Kiritsugu.

Neither she nor Saber had any fault that things had developed to this point. They followed Kiritsugu's instructions and fought right on the spot. Now Saber becomes the focus of the battlefield.

Everyone regarded this petite knight as a thorn in their side.

The two guns, Demon Breaker and Must Destroy, and the iron block soaked with black murderous intent... neither threatened Irisviel. All of this happened according to Kiritsugu's plan. That is - now Saber and Irisviel have the upper hand.

"So—please, by all means, Kiritsugu."

Irisviel faced her husband whose whereabouts were unknown and prayed to him without any doubt.

Emiya Kiritsugu made the decision to take action not because he felt his wife's longing, but based on his calm grasp of the war.

The first person to be protected was Irisviel as the "Holy Grail Container". Since Saber can no longer protect her Master, there can be no hesitation at this moment.

"... Maiya. You cooperate with my countdown, attack Assassin, and suppress it with shooting."

An "understood" reply came immediately from the other side, and a tense atmosphere filled the air.

Now in this situation, you need to kill Lancer's Master first. This is the only way to break the deadlock.

"--six."

Kiritsugu began to count down in a low voice and pointed the sight of the heat sensor detector at Lancer's Master.

After the WA2000 sniper rifle was customized and before it was brought to Japan, it was tested and fired abroad, so Kiritsugu was already familiar with the performance of the gun. But the feasibility of cooperation with the dark vision system has not been confirmed... At this time, Maiya's shooting skills can only be relied on.

"--five."

According to Maiya’s report—the sight adjusted the shooting distance to 500 meters. The crosshairs of the sight are consistent with the trajectory of the bullet from the muzzle to the target 500 meters away.

When shooting at a long distance, the bullet does not advance in a straight line, but moves in an extremely slow arc in the air. That is to say, when the aiming target is slightly closer than the shooting distance, the impact point should be slightly deviated from the aiming direction and a little lower.

It is less than 300 meters away from Lancer's Master. So Kiritsugu carefully adjusted his aiming point.

"--Four."

Lancer was forced by the Master's command spell to carry out the mission of attacking Saber. After the Master is shot to death, it is impossible to predict how he will react, but he probably will not continue to attack Saber. Then, facing the threat of Berserker alone, Kiritsugu should be able to come up with an idea for Saber and Irisviel to escape from the danger.

The final issue is Kiritsugu's own safety. The reckless act of launching a sniper attack right next to Assassin was a last resort in this situation.

"--three."

In order to reduce the risk, Kiritsugu asked Maiya to launch according to the timing. Maiya's AUG can fire 56mm thunderous high-speed bullets, which are so powerful that they cannot harm Assassin, a Servant. But Assassin was accidentally shot, and perhaps ignored another sniper shooting in front of him - needless to say, the preparation and estimation of this shot were seriously inadequate.

"--two."

If Assassin mistook Maiya, who was pretending to attack, as an enemy, but Maiya was far enough away from Assassin, it would be possible to escape. Perhaps, before this, Assassin ran away because he was afraid of showing up in front of other Masters.

However, if all possibilities fail, Assassin may immediately attack Kiritsugu next to him. At that point, it's just a last-ditch fight. There is no time to think about the chances of winning. This is the only option.

"--one."

Kiritsugu breathed quietly and slowly pulled the trigger. The muzzle of the gun did not waver at all, and the empty muzzle seemed to be staring at the target with a murderous look.

At this moment, there was a deafening roar.

The sound was neither the shooting sound of Maiya's AUG nor Kiritsugu's shooting sound.

The sound was not that of a rifle-level shot, but an impact sound that was enough to shake the earth.

It was Luo Lei who suddenly visited the battlefield. Its flashes are enough to turn day and night upside down, making people dizzy, and it even roars louder than thunder.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

Lightning does not fall from the sky, but passes across the ground. No—that thing that looks like lightning is a racing chariot filled with thunder and lightning.

Lancer quickly turned over and jumped, avoiding the chariot in time. But Berserker, who was focusing all his attention on Saber, didn't even have time to look back and see what happened.

Following Rider's cry, the two sacred cows first kicked the black knight to the ground with their four front hooves, and then ruthlessly trampled the black knight with their four hind hooves. The cow's hooves were wrapped with rolling purple lightning, and just one kick was a very heavy blow. Berserker was stepped on eight times by the sacred bull, and the injuries he suffered must have been fatal. After Rider's chariot roared past, Berserker didn't even have the strength to stand, and his black-armored figure lay on his back and rolled to the ground.

Rider was sitting on the chariot that suddenly stopped, looking down at the beaten enemy, with a smile on his high-spirited face.

"——Oh? What's wrong with you, you man with backbone?"

Berserker still didn't die. He was convulsing weakly.\\nHe was slowly getting up. The black knight, trampled by the sacred bull, finally bent over and climbed out of the chariot's track. Rider saw what he was doing. Berserker was finally lucky enough to avoid the decisive maximum attack brought by the wheel.

Rider's Noble Phantasm flew past Saber's eyes.\\nWitnessing the overwhelming destructive power of the Noble Phantasm, Saber was speechless.

"Divine Wheel"...its power obviously does not lie in fighting people.\\nIt lies in fighting armies. Rider had obviously carefully considered the speed he had just taken. If Rider wants to eliminate everyone in one fell swoop, Lancer and Saber will become ghosts under the hooves and wheels.

Berserker, who was lying on the ground, weakly stretched his legs to stand up, but due to the heavy blow, he seemed to realize that he could no longer fight. As soon as he had calmly stopped moving, his outline began to blur and dissipate like a light mist. The physical body was eliminated, the spiritual body was restored, and the body escaped.

"In this case, the only thing I can do is ask the black guy to leave first."

Rider on the chariot looked as if nothing had happened, facing the sky, bending his fat neck and shouting.

"Lancer's Master. Although I don't know where you are peeking, but you have insulted the war between knights with your despicable means... You are not worthy of being a magician's opponent."

Speaking of reaching this point, the burly Servant used an extremely ferocious smile to intimidate his invisible opponent.

"Let Lancer retreat. If you are still here to make trouble, I will help Saber. The two of us are going to defeat your Servant, how about that?"

"..."

The invisible magician's anger enveloped the entire battlefield. But he didn't delay.

"——Retreat Lancer. This is the end of tonight's battle."

After hearing the order, Lancer breathed a sigh of relief and put down the gun in his hand.

"Thank you very much. Conqueror."

Hearing the beautiful gunman's whisper, Rider smiled with great satisfaction.

“The beauty of the battlefield is the people who deserve to be admired.”

Lancer once again expressed his gratitude to Rider with his eyes. Then he nodded to Saber.

There is no need to put it into words. They confirmed their vows to each other. Saber also nodded to Lancer.

The duel takes place at another time——

After Lancer confirmed this. The spiritual form disappeared.

After a destructive storm roiled the battlefield. Silence comes to visit.

The sound of waves hitting the rock walls and the noise of distant streets began to secretly decorate the night sky. Lancer's Master must have broken the dense barrier nearby.

Saber looked at Rider, the last person on the battlefield, with extremely complicated eyes.

"...Why did you come here? King of Conquerors."

"Ah, I haven't thought about that carefully."

Facing Saber's question, the sturdy Servant seemed to have nothing to do with it and shrugged indifferently.

"What reasons, plans, and troublesome things? Let the historians of later generations give me a reason. We heroes just need to do whatever we want and run on the battlefield with hot blood."

"...Those are words that can only be said by a king."

Saber's disappointed reply was firm. She believes in honest chivalry, which is far different from Rider's unscrupulous principles of action.

"Oh? Is my kingly way alien? Huh, that's a natural thing."

Rider sneered and ignored Saber's provocative gaze.

"All royal ways are unique. As a king, I and you as a king are incompatible... You want to completely divide this world into black and white." ()