The Endless Shuttle

The wind is hot and dry, as if it wants to burn everything. It's not like the forest at night, or the wind that should be in the courtyard of the castle-this wind comes from the desert, roaring in my ears.

Feeling sand in his mouth, Weber spit quickly. This is indeed sand. What was brought by the strange wind was really hot sand that could not have appeared in the first place.

Saber also raised her head, staring at the treasure that once shocked her - the unity of the monarch and his subjects, thus surpassing the miracle and reaching the 'inherent barrier' that Rider could never achieve.

——Army of Kings!

"It's actually an intrinsic barrier?!" Weber and Irisviel exclaimed... This is a phenomenon that only those who know magic can understand.

The sun scorching the earth, the clear sky, and the horizon blurred by sand and gravel. There is no obstruction anywhere in the field of vision.

The Einzbern at night would change in an instant, and there was no doubt that it was just a phantom that eroded the present world. It can be said that this is the limit of magic that can be called a miracle.

"How is it possible...you can actually realize the scene in your heart...you are obviously not a magician!?"

"Of course not, how can I do it alone."

Iskandar, standing in the wide barrier, smiled proudly and denied it.

"This is the land that our army once crossed. The warriors who have shared weal and woe with me have firmly imprinted this scenery in their hearts."

As the world changed, the five people who were originally surrounded also changed positions.

The Assassins who were forming a siege were moved to one side, and Rider stood in the center. On the other side are Saber, Archer, Lancer and two magicians. In other words, Rider stood alone in front of the Assassins.

——Could it be that Rider is fighting alone now?

Everyone's eyes widened as they stared at the mirage-like images that appeared around him. One, two, four, the number of images gradually increased, and it looked like an army. The color also gradually became more intense.

"The world can be reproduced because it is imprinted on each of our hearts."

In the astonished eyes of everyone, materialized cavalry appeared one after another around Iskandar. Although the races and equipment are different, their strong bodies and brave knights all show the strength of the army.

Only one person figured out what was going on with this eerie scene.

"These people... are all Servants..."

Because he was the only one among the people present who was the Master, he understood that the true trump card of the Servant Heroic Spirit Iskandar, the real body of the final Noble Phantasm, was appearing before his eyes.

"Look, my peerless army!"

Full of pride and pride, the King of Conquerors stood in front of the cavalry and raised his arms and shouted.

"Even though their bodies are destroyed, their heroic spirits are still summoned. They are my loyal warriors in the legend. Eternal friends who travel through time and space to answer my call.

They are my treasure! It is the way of my king! Iscanal's strongest Noble Phantasm - "The King's Army"! ! "

Facing such a majestic scene, Saber could only sit cross-legged on the desert, letting her golden bangs cover her eyes.

This feeling is... envy.

Chapter 51 Fear Strikes

Just when Rider showed the Inherent Barrier, Emiya Kiritsugu received a report from his assistant, Hisau Maiya, on the rooftop of Einzbern.

"The trap in the corridor was removed, it should be Lancer's Master."

Hearing these words, Emiya Kiritsugu set up his own sniper rifle and looked for traces of Lopez in the courtyard.

Sure enough not.

"Really, it seems that the other party wants to kill us... But how did he know that I am Saber's Master?"

"Magic perception? Or intuition."

Emiya Kiritsugu put away the pitch-black long-handled sniper rifle, took out a cigarette from his side pocket and lit it.

"No, it's not that simple. He seems to know Assassin's attack time and Rider's hole card, so he calculated the time difference to attack us. This means that he has a certain degree of confidence in killing us without using Lancer."

I'm in trouble.

Emiya Kiritsugu didn't know anything about 'Rope' at all, not even the magic he used. But judging from the current situation, the other party obviously knew his intelligence.

Information is unilaterally transparent.

Saber is within the inherent barrier, and it is impossible to be notified by ordinary methods, unless summoned with a command spell——

However, he only has one Command Seal left, if he uses it up now, maybe Saber will turn around and hack himself to death.

"Maiya, can you see me over there?"

"No problem, my line of sight is very good. If he comes up from the stairs, I will suppress the fire as soon as possible." Hisau Maiya responded.

"please."

Emiya Kiritsugu squatted down slowly, turned around and stared at the stairs when he came up, and skillfully took out his magic dress from the inside of the windbreaker.

The 14cm-long barrel is embedded in the walnut clip and handle, reminiscent of a dagger in its sheath. Except for the necessary trigger and firing pin, the texture and bore of the gun can't even be seen from the outside, and the shape is quite simple. Similar to late medieval powder guns.

In fact, this 'Predator' is a single-shot rifle. Because it was originally intended for shooting competitions. In order to use the special magic bullet, Kiritsugu replaced its gun body and cast magic on the firing pin.

Therefore, the real threat of guns does not lie in the physical destructive power exerted by gunpowder and bullets.

Using the index finger to open the shaft under the safety, the gun body suddenly fell forward, exposing the magazine, and Emiya Kiritsugu filled it with his strongest attack method in a very short time - the original bullet.

The bullet that works specifically on magicians is also the reason why he is called the 'Magician Killer'.

If you encounter a "strong enemy" who cannot exercise existing strategies against it. Kiritsugu could only use all the secret techniques he knew to contend with him as a magician.

In the dark night, after the people in the courtyard temporarily disappeared, it became very quiet. Kiritsugu was so concentrated that he even lowered the sound of his breathing.

Gradually, the corridor began to make noises, like some kind of animal's claws rubbing against the stone floor.

"It's coming, Maiya is ready."

"yes!"

Kiritsugu narrowed his eyes, raised his right hand, and stared closely at the darkness in the corridor, ready to fire at any time.

He didn't know how to describe the atmosphere, which he hadn't experienced in decades of work.

That dark and damp feeling was like a saw cutting his brain constantly, and a certain stench in the air seemed to have drifted into his nostrils.

"——!"

At this moment, accompanied by a terrifying scream, a black figure flew out from the corridor.

That speed was very fast, but it did not reach the point where Emiya Kiritsugu could not see it.