I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

Although they were hiding behind, the other servants never relaxed their attention on the battle situation.

When they saw Astolfo's Noble Phantasm of Liberation, the "Declaration of Destruction", which neutralized the magic bullet, they were extremely happy; when they saw Astolfo gradually approaching the black coffin, but encountered new obstacles, Their hearts also lifted.

Thanks to the archers' "clairvoyance" skills, Chiron and Atalanta discovered the existence of the enemy archers earlier than Astolfo. And they immediately confirmed that the archer, like them, had entered the divine realm with archery skills. The level of the magician was also extremely high, and it was not the Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, Semiramis, or the one they expected. Any one of Karna and Shakespeare.

Who are they?

Where did Amakusa Shiro Tokisada find such a strong person?

The doubts in their minds did not affect the reactions of the two archers. They fired their bows almost at the same time to protect the forward Astolfo.

Just before the arrow is fired, Joan uses her privilege to find the answer.

Perception in kilometers showed that it was a Servant. Although the distance is too far to activate the "True Name Seeing" skill, through the panel that records the basic information of all the servants, the identities of the two people can be identified - it is the second of the five newly appeared knights.

The status of the five servants on the panel is still dead, and they may have borrowed their power in some special way.

Upon hearing this explanation and speculation, Achilles was furious.

"These bastards don't even spare the dead heroic spirits!!! I really want to kill them right away. Hey, ruler, isn't it time for us to appear yet?"

"Wait a moment, it's not the time yet."

"When will we have to wait until..."

"Wait until eight of the eleven turrets are aimed at the Rider. Now it's six...seven...eight. It seems that the Red Assassin is more restless than I thought. Let's go, Red Rider, Aka Luce."

"oh!!!"

A strong light flashed under the dark sky.

It was a surging flow of magic power that suddenly erupted from inside a bird-shaped golem.

Accompanied by a loud neighing, the silver chariot pulled by two immortal horses carried the companions through the air.

"Here is Achilles, son of Peleus, poisonous woman of Assyria, come out to die!"

"Don't yell, it's really rude and rude. Didn't your Poseidon mother and the teachers around you teach you etiquette?"

Semiramis was obviously not the kind of good person who would just be scolded without replying, so he directly transmitted his voice through magic.

"Etiquette is for friends, not enemies. For a vicious woman like you, the best way is to pierce your throat with a gun so that you can no longer speak."

"Only you?"

The remaining three black coffins deflected and aimed at the speeding undead chariot, projecting a barrage of enemy force levels.

"I'm not the only one who wants to kill you."

In Achilles's heroic laughter, divine light flashed from his head.

The holy flag in his hand flew violently under the strong wind as cold as a knife. The girl who is not in a chariot but standing on the back of a divine horse can be said to be majestic.

In this Holy Grail War, there is only one Servant who can physically withstand magic bullets of an exceptional level, and that is Joan of Arc.

He does not belong to any of the seven branched knights, but is an aloof and absolute arbiter.

But in Semiramis’s words, it became—

"Rude country girl."

Jeanne continued to deflect magic bullets with her holy flag, ignoring the enemy's insults and calmly speaking out.

"Where is Amakusa Shirou Tokisada?"

"Master is making final preparations. If we don't hurry up, the world will be destroyed."

"Does he really want to destroy the world?" Joan of Arc confirmed for the last time.

"Yes or no, I don't care. If you want to stop the Master, you can just catch up. Of course... the premise is that you can break through our defenses!"

Before he finished speaking, a "sun" rose in the sky courtyard.

Even before the war started, Shirou told her several trump cards hidden by the enemy, including general information about the Holy Flag and the Magic Book. Therefore, as soon as the magic bullet was blocked, she informed Karna.

Praised in India's oldest narrative poem, the Mahabharata, he was a hero standing at the top of human history. After receiving the vast magical support of the Great Holy Grail, the son of the Sun God became the most powerful blade without a doubt.

Unlike Semiramis, who was good at playing tricks and exuded a sense of malice and coldness, Karna's magic was filled with a sense of fire that made people's hearts swell.

Without having to worry about the consumption of magic power, he released the sun's flames wantonly, and the dazzling brilliance almost lit up the entire night sky.

"——I'm sorry, I can only make you fall."

He turned the divine spear with one hand and casually deflected the arrows coming from the side. Then, driven by the flames of the sun, he headed straight for Astolfo's Hippogriff at a speed faster than a light bullet.

While accelerating, he did not forget to glance at Chiron who launched the sniper attack. This glance was the liberation of the Noble Phantasm.

"There is no need for weapons or anything like that. A true hero kills his enemies with his eyes! Brahmastra, covers the earth!"

"not good!"

Achilles' expression changed. There was a magic bullet in front of him and a Brahma light on his side. He was running at full speed but he had no time to dodge. And no matter which side hits, his undead chariot is finished.

"It's fine."

Jeanne poured power into her hands and shouted the true name of the Noble Phantasm.

"My God is here (Luminosite Eternelle)!!!"

It was blessed by God, and it was a flag that united countless faiths.

"As long as the Saint is waving the flag, we will not be defeated."

The simple and simple faith of the soldiers spread to the whole world as Joan's popularity increased, and finally appeared as the saint's unique Noble Phantasm.

And the figure holding the flag and fighting——

Much like someone who is fighting against all the evil in the world.

It also looks very similar to someone who fought against the falling planet.

It's very similar to everyone who uses their insignificant human body to fight against "that" in front of them.

With dignity, will, love, anger, or some other belief, even in the face of powerful violence that can easily kill tens of thousands of people, people still have the heart to rise up and fight with courage that transcends fear.

As long as this belief does not collapse, as long as the flag is still flying high, and as long as the saint has not fallen, no matter it is the extraordinary magic bullet, the light of Brahma, or any other violence, it will not be able to shake this protection.

This is Joan of Arc, an unparalleled saint who, despite being born in an era of mysterious decline, can still stand shoulder to shoulder with the top heroes of the mythical age.