Starting in the Nasuverse by Adopting Sakura

At that moment, Emiya Kiritsugu's brow twitched as he felt three immense magical energies rapidly approaching from behind. He abruptly turned his head, his eyes reflecting the afterimages of three primary colored gems that were still drawing nearer.

"Shh, can we make peace?"

"At this moment, are you joking?"

Kenneth let out a cold laugh from behind him.

Boom—!!

Fierce magical energy and explosions covered the entire area.

The night was still long, and the battles of the heroes were indeed spectacular. However, in a completely unknown place, the battle between Masters seemed to be no less interesting.

Chapter 33: Two Lancers? (2/2)

While the Masters were fighting to the death in their fated battle.

Under the night sky on the other side, the battle between the holy sword and the demonic spear also gradually escalated to its peak as time passed.

Because they were at the port near the ocean, the water flow that Fionn could command was inexhaustible, giving him an absolute advantage. With every move, he manipulated the vast ocean towards the enemy as if he were a sea god from mythology. Even Artoria's slashes with her starlight could not cut through this ocean.

Even the legendary King Arthur would feel particularly powerless when facing nature alone.

Time was almost up...

After fighting for so long, Fionn realized it was time to end this battle immediately.

Just now, his master had informed him via Command Seal that the Einzbern Master behind Saber was indeed fake. His master had caught a big fish and gained a significant advantage, and would soon eliminate Saber's true Master. He had been ordered to go all out and stall for time, absolutely preventing the Sword Heroic Spirit from returning to defend. Therefore, what he needed to do now was to finish off King Arthur in one go.

Immediately, Fionn, having received the order, no longer hid his strength. He swung his double-headed spear fiercely, increasing the number of water currents from several to dozens. This instantly tipped the already suppressed situation completely out of balance, creating an overwhelming advantage. Artoria alone could not simultaneously fend off so many water attacks.

She finally realized why Lancer had chosen to fight at the port.

Concealment was one reason, but more importantly, he had a home-field advantage here. A strong individual who could control water currents had the sea at his back. What was the difference between this and a magus being in their workshop? In such a place, Lancer's powerful strength could be at least several times greater than usual.

However, by the time she realized this, it was clearly too late. She had completely fallen into Fionn's trap.

With a wave of his hand, he summoned several more roaring water waves directly from the sea, which then condensed in mid-air like a water dragon, sweeping towards Artoria. This forced her to retreat repeatedly, completely controlling the rhythm of the battlefield.

"Irisviel, retreat quickly!"

As the situation grew more dire, Artoria realized she couldn't continue fighting like this. If she kept depleting her strength against this Lancer, they would surely die. Therefore, she had to make a desperate gamble!

With this thought, she gripped her holy sword tightly again, controlling the azure gale to block the surging waves, and shouted towards Irisviel behind her.

Soon, she would unleash her Noble Phantasm to break the stalemate...

But because her Noble Phantasm's power was too immense, if Irisviel continued to stay here, her situation would also be very dangerous. Therefore, she had to cover Irisviel's escape first.

"But, Saber..."

Hearing this, Irisviel's expression was filled with worry.

"Don't worry about me! I have a way!"

"Alright, alright, be careful, Saber."

Seeing Artoria's extremely serious expression and hearing her anxious cry, Irisviel understood that staying here any longer would be of no use. The Command Seals were in Kiritsugu's hands, and she, the fake Master, could not provide Saber with any meaningful support. So, she nodded solemnly, then turned without hesitation, preparing to leave before the two Heroic Spirits made their final desperate move.

"..."

Fionn merely glanced at them indifferently and did not stop them. He had already seen that these two were not master and servant, and the message from his master had confirmed this. Therefore, there was no reason to attack the woman.

He was a hero, not a murderer. Without his master's command, he was unwilling to commit meaningless slaughter.

"Thank you."

Seeing that Fionn did not stop her, a hint of gratitude appeared in Artoria's eyes.

"No need to thank me. This is a battle between you and me; the innocent should not be involved."

Fionn nodded slightly, leaning against the sea, and continued to wield his spear, condensing more waves. Finally, he asked Artoria.

"The final clash is next. Are you ready, King Arthur?"

"Yes, bring it on, Lancer!"

Looking at the monstrous waves overhead, Artoria took a deep breath. She already had an answer in her heart regarding the outcome of this confrontation.

However, even so, she showed no fear. She nodded slightly, then bravely swung her sword to meet the attack.

This was her last move. They would decide both the victor and their fate!

With the last sentence spoken, both of them lowered their voices.

The sea breeze blew, and the atmosphere became even more solemn at this moment.

After confirming their intentions with a glance, they both prepared their moves, and then—

"Now, Noble Phantasm relea—"

Before the final incantation could even be uttered.

Suddenly, a faint sound of footsteps reached both of their ears. From a corner of the port, a third person walked out.

"Are you going to decide the winner like this? It seems my entrance is a bit too late..."

As the mist dispersed, a slender figure emerged from the shadows. A dark purple, form-fitting outfit encased a slender yet not weak body. A black veil covered her purple hair, and her red eyes were filled with demonic allure. Her beautiful face was obscured by a veil...

Her appearance was indeed peerlessly beautiful, but it was also filled with an overwhelming sense of demonic allure. Even without being able to fully see her face beneath the veil, one could discern her beauty from her hazy silhouette alone.

"...Who are you? The Lancer from earlier today!"

Upon seeing Scáthach arrive late from the mist, Artoria's eyes widened, and she directly called out her identity.

"It's you, Saber. We meet again. I had intended to personally invite you to battle, but someone beat me to it."

"And my partner wasted some time being obsessed with magecraft, which is why I'm a little late."

Without any regard for the tense and solemn atmosphere of the battlefield, Scáthach swaggered out from the corner and greeted them, "And to you as well, good evening. It truly has been a long time, descendant of Nuada, the God of War, Fionn mac Cumhaill. I didn't expect to encounter you here."

"Sigh..."

Upon seeing the beautiful and familiar figure, Fionn's face showed a complex expression. He then raised his hand and greeted Scáthach, "And to you as well, Queen of the Other Shore of the Mystic Lands. I also did not expect to have the honor of meeting you again in this Holy Grail War."

As a descendant of the gods in Celtic mythology, Fionn was naturally no stranger to the renowned queen before him.

However, seeing that her true name, which she had kept hidden while fighting Saber for so long, was so easily called out by the other party, a wry smile involuntarily appeared on his face.

Scáthach paid it no mind, as she knew that the act of hiding one's true name had long since lost its meaning when she and Fionn appeared in the same Holy Grail War.

Now, having seen two other top-tier heroes from Celtic mythology, the battle intent hidden within her heart could no longer be contained.

Scáthach flipped her palms, and with two flashes of crimson light, she firmly grasped two crimson demon spears, one long and one short, in her hands.

"Now... who wants to go first? Or shall we all go at once?"

She twirled a spear in mid-air, her scarlet eyes lightly sweeping over Fionn and Artoria. A surge of immense magical power erupted from her body, causing both of them to change their expressions.

"Two Lancers?"

Seeing the demon spears spinning in Scáthach's hands, Artoria couldn't help but turn her head to look at Fionn standing in the distance, her small eyes filled with great confusion.

Chapter 34: The Battlefield Grows More Lively (Part 2)

"Things have really gotten messy..."

Seeing Scáthach cutting into the battle, Fionn, who had been full of confidence and ready to finish off Saber and her Master with his own Master in one go, paused. He stopped his actions and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Located in the coastal area and with the sea at his back, he had countless streams of water at his disposal. As long as he was within this port, he could hold an absolute advantage; even against King Arthur, he wouldn't be his opponent.

If they had truly engaged in a Noble Phantasm clash just now, the power that sword could unleash without being fully liberated would absolutely not have been able to withstand the monstrous waves.

In fact, he had been holding back from the very beginning of the fight. In order to wait for other Servants to enter the fray, the tactic he employed was merely attrition and containment. However, Artoria had failed to notice his actions immediately, allowing herself to be gradually drawn into his rhythm. Moreover, even knowing that the homunculus behind her was not her Master, Saber's performance allowed him to infer her importance. Attacking the woman named Irisviel would undoubtedly prevent King Arthur from concentrating, thus exposing a greater weakness.

It could only be said that Fionn, who had returned to existence after death not as the senile self of his old age, but in the state of his youth, which he favored the most, was too nostalgic for his time as a knight and hero. He didn't want it to end so quickly and had unconsciously held back... no, he should say he had gone easy.

He felt that a hero like King Arthur, who was not renowned for martial prowess, should not have been so stifled and left with such regret. She should have displayed her brilliance at the last moment, which was why he gave Artoria a final chance to fight back.

Of course, he was different from someone who, in pursuit of justice among knights, would even go against his liege's wishes. The prerequisite for Fionn doing something like this was that he had already seen his inevitable victory. Before satisfying his own desires, he would complete his liege's orders.

However, because it had been so long since he had such an exhilarating battle, he became increasingly engrossed in the fight this time. Seeing that no other Servants had come for such a long time, he thought no one else would arrive, which caused the delay.

He could only blame himself for being careless and missing a good opportunity. He had to keep this mistake in mind and not repeat it.

Now, with Scáthach's arrival, Fionn, knowing the capabilities and reputation of the Queen of the Land of Shadows, naturally dared not show any contempt.

He looked at the two crimson demon spears in her hands, his eyes narrowed, filled with apprehension.

Honestly, compared to King Arthur, he was more wary of the two demon spears in Scáthach's hands, which could slay gods.

The original balance between them had been completely shattered by the insertion of this force.

Now, he could still use his Noble Phantasm to directly clash with King Arthur and then crush her with the power of the ocean. But if he did, there would only be one outcome.

Even if he could defeat King Arthur, it didn't mean he could win completely. Instead, after unleashing his Noble Phantasm, he would enter a vulnerable period, exposing a huge weakness. If Scáthach, who was in a third position, were to seize the opportunity and strike him, he would likely meet his end right there.

His goal was victory, not to have someone else snatch the prize. Therefore, he could only set aside the liberation of his Noble Phantasm and confront the two Heroic Spirits present.

Artoria, who also understood the situation, naturally would not recklessly unleash her Noble Phantasm. She looked warily at the two Heroic Spirits holding spears before her, her eyes filled with confusion.

Fionn's weapon was a spear, and coupled with the peerless martial skill he displayed during their fight, he had to be Lancer.

Although this made Artoria wonder what class the purple-haired woman she saw on the street earlier was, she didn't think too much about it. Perhaps she had misjudged, and the other party was actually an Archer or an Assassin.

However, with the afterimages of the two crimson demon spears constantly spinning in her hands, and the sharp fighting spirit that was no less than Fionn's, Artoria's confusion deepened.

Two Lancers in one Holy Grail War?

Was this not a battle of seven Riders, but a more chaotic free-for-all?

Then, just as she was feeling confused about the current situation, a change suddenly occurred...

--BOOM!!

Accompanied by a piercing roar like the shattering of thunder.

Immediately after, a blue lightning bolt tore through the night sky and directly struck the battlefield. This caused Scáthach and Fionn, who were already eagerly preparing to fight, to freeze. They looked at the source of the lightning with surprise and uncertainty...

The lightning flashed, and as it dissipated, a heatwave of thunder arose. The true form of the lightning was a majestic war chariot.

A war chariot traveling through the sky.

"It's a chariot..."

Fionn bit his finger, being the first to discern the nature of the lightning. The war chariot was an ancient chariot carved with a bull's head, and the steeds pulling it were not horses but two azure divine oxen. They were treading on lightning, pulling the magnificent war chariot.

"Both of you, put away your weapons! You are before this King now!!"

The red-haired Servant known as Rider made a rather conspicuous entrance, loudly announcing his arrival as he charged into the battlefield driving his war chariot through the living room.

"..."

"..."

The three people present were stunned by the absurd scene, and then all looked at the red-haired man with the gaze one reserves for fools, as his appearance was clearly ill-timed.

Beside him was a black-haired youth who, having traveled too fast through the air, was already disoriented by the cold night wind and the astonishing height. This was one of the rogue disciples Kenneth had been searching for, Waver Velvet.

"Is this my lord's student?"

Having seen pictures of Waver and Rove beforehand, Fionn recognized them the moment they appeared.

"Haha, everyone's stopped fighting. That's good. Now listen up! My name is King of Conquerors, Iskandar! I have reappeared in this Holy Grail War as Rider. Are there any heroes who share my ambition and are willing to submit to my command?!"

Rider declared loudly, making a grand entrance and revealing his true name immediately.

"..."

The scene was utterly silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

"...So the world was once conquered by an idiot like this?"

The thought simultaneously crossed everyone's minds.

How truly pathetic...

"How... How should I even comment on this?"

Fionn was at a loss for words.

"What is he even trying to do?"