Decisive Battle, Rider and Exit

A tsunami, surging in the form of a sky-high tidal wave, attacked.

Rider's face instantly turned ashen. To be precise, his expression had completely changed from the moment the sky split open.

"Rider!!" Waver screamed in terror.

The King of Conquerors yanked hard on the reins, driving the Divine Bull Chariot, and instantly leaped into the air.

At this moment, he had no time to worry about all his compatriots under his command.

The giant wave rolled in with the force of Mount Tai crushing down, and where it passed, there was only chaos.

Whether it was a legendary hero or an ordinary soldier, once caught in it, there was no difference. They were quickly swept away by the current, crushed by the water pressure, and gradually disappeared from the Reality Marble.

The world-devouring floodwaters raged like demons across the entire world.

In the blink of an eye, the vast, boundless desert land had turned into an ocean.

However, all of this was far from over. In the darkness, the second sun in the sky plummeted rapidly like a meteor.

On the chariot, Rider witnessed this scene, his heart sank, and he completely abandoned any thought of escape. He glanced at Waver beside him, gently patted his shoulder, and with a shift of his mind, dispelled the Reality Marble.

The sun, like a meteor, roared past them. Rider could still clearly sense the immense power contained within it—a terrifying might capable of destroying the entire world.

BOOM!!!!

The world seemed to be ruthlessly torn apart by a giant hand and instantly collapsed.

The scene abruptly changed, reappearing on that very beach.

The ocean that had poured out after the Reality Marble shattered also flowed into the real sea.

Amidst the surging waves, a jet-black warhorse burst out of the water, galloped onto the beach, and slowly stopped.

Rider dismounted, gently placing the unconscious Waver on the ground.

The previous chariot had been destroyed while blocking the opponent's Noble Phantasm. Now, Rider was left with only this warhorse.

"Rider, you lost this war."

Shiki descended from the sky, followed by the Black Knight, who appeared holding a Demon Sword, guarding him.

"Hahaha, truly magnificent! This young Master, I concede defeat in this war with no regrets."

After settling Waver, Rider strode towards Shiki.

He gazed at the young boy whose eyes still had traces of blood, gave him a thumbs-up, and said, "To lose to a Master like you, this King has no complaints."

To control such immense magical energy was itself an extraordinary ability, and to unleash such a powerful attack, to still be unconvinced would be arrogance.

"However, young man, it is absolutely impossible to make this King stop his advance."

That's right, even though he was convinced, he, the King of Conquerors Iskandar, would never stop pursuing his dream.

Hearing the Black Knight's translation, Shiki understood.

This was the King of Conquerors' attitude. He could admire others and give them due respect, but to make him submit was neither possible nor realistic.

"Since that's the case, then let's send him off, Sir Lancelot."

"As you command, Master."

Meanwhile, on Rider's side, seeing the Black Knight draw his Demon Sword, he first let out two loud laughs, then his expression turned serious, and he asked, "Before we fight, I wish to inquire, loyal Knight Lancelot, will my Master be safe?"

The Black Knight glanced at Waver behind Rider and nodded with an equally serious expression.

"Rest assured, King of Conquerors, my Master is not one to kill indiscriminately. I swear on my knightly honor that your Master will be perfectly safe."

For some, a knight's honor was a most solemn oath.

Rider nodded in acknowledgment, "Then this King is at ease. Lancelot, come on!"

He drew his personal sword, and the imposing King of Conquerors, like a maddened beast, charged towards the Black Knight.

In response, the Black Knight displayed his full strength, galloping towards Rider.

"Die!!!"

With a swing of his sword, Rider's figure vanished from this beach.

His dream, his obsession, once again came to a halt on the beach.

Such an outcome was not unexpected. As the King of Conquerors of the Rider class, his martial prowess could only be described as mediocre, unless he changed his class.

"Master. I promised Rider that I would ensure his Master's safety."

"No problem, Sir Lancelot, you can handle this."

"Thank you very much, Master."

Killing Waver, a novice Magus, would bring him no benefit. Moreover, Shiki was not a murderer.

Killing was wrong, and taking another's life was a terrifying act.

He could kill, but he had to bear the responsibility for it and must not let his conscience be harmed. Otherwise, his humanity would gradually erode, and he would eventually become a madman or a demon who killed without blinking.

Deep down, he could not abandon his spiritual bottom line.

After settling the unconscious Waver, Shiki and the Black Knight arrived at the Emiya Residence together and appeared before Saber.

Saber, leaning on the holy sword, sat upright in her chair. Seeing the two arrive, she offered a faint smile.

"As expected, it would be you two who arrived before me in the end."

"King of Knights..."

The Black Knight's voice carried a hint of barely suppressed excitement.

Soon, he would be able to fulfill his wish. For this wish, he had even been willing to fall into the Berserker class.

If he hadn't met his new Master, perhaps... Never mind, all that was irrelevant now, it was all in the past.

After a brief exchange with Saber, Shiki turned his gaze towards the main house. He could sense that there were others inside.

Saber directly told Shiki the answer: "Kiritsugu Emiya and Kirei Kotomine have arrived. These two seem to be planning to join forces. What do you think, young Shiki, will you feel pressured?"

"Heh, King of Knights, you truly jest."

They were merely two Magus. He had never feared them, and now, with Avalon's protection, why would he feel any fear?

Saber nodded, indicating her understanding.

She then looked at the Black Knight, a fighting spirit igniting in her gaze, and said, "Lancelot, I will wait for you."

"King of Knights, thank you."

The Black Knight had just emerged from a fierce battle and had not yet fully recovered his energy. By the code of honor for a knight, challenging an opponent in this state would be unfair.

Therefore, Saber was willing to wait for the Black Knight to recover before their duel.

However, the location would not be here. There were too many people here, and if a battle were to break out, it would easily harm the innocent, which went against the spirit of knighthood.

Seeing the two, one waiting and one recovering, Shiki suddenly felt bored.

He pulled open the door and walked into the house. Inside, Kiritsugu Emiya and Kirei Kotomine were leaning against the walls, one on each side, like sculptures, silent.

"Gentlemen, aren't you going to chat?"

His only response was endless silence.

"Alright, if you don't want to talk, then so be it."

In truth, at this point, there wasn't much left to say.

The final two Heroic Spirits, regardless of who won or lost, meant the Holy Grail War was nearing its end.

This was the final battle, for both the Heroic Spirits and their Masters.

Oh, no, Shiki didn't consider this his final battle.

After defeating Kiritsugu and Kirei, he still had to face a disgusting fellow, that little dark-skinned man who had spoken on his behalf without his permission.

He still had to resolve that trouble; only then could it be considered the true final battle.

And then he had to accompany the Saintess to the "Root." If he let her go alone, she might not come back.

Sigh, he had only awakened a few days ago, yet he already had to run around so much.