Chen Luo: A Mount Battle? Chiyou, Get In There! (Continued)

But Iskandar had some vague guesses.

Even so, the golden longsword in Chen Luo's hand was indeed extremely eye-catching.

"..." Artoria had a curse in her mind, but she didn't know if she should say it.

Artoria wanted to argue, but hiding her true name was a very important thing in the Holy Grail War.

Otherwise, the other party might discover your weaknesses.

The most famous are Achilles' heel and Siegfried's back.

Although it wasn't honorable, and not in accordance with Artoria's way of life, it was for Irisviel's sake...

In short, it was quite frustrating.

"You've mistaken me for someone else. King Arthur is indeed here, but it's not me, it's her. I'm just an ordinary caster," Chen Luo said, pointing at Artoria, who looked like she was about to explode.

After hearing Chen Luo's words, Artoria suddenly felt much better.

At least it's someone else recognizing me, not me saying it myself, so it won't put Irisviel in a difficult position.

"It's truly astonishing that the renowned Knight King is actually a little girl." Iskandar's eyes widened.

While reality and legends are always different, this difference is just too great.

"Do you want to be slashed by this little girl you're talking about?" Artoria raised her Excalibur with a look of anger.

Iskandar made a precise mistake.

"Sigh, the negotiations have broken down." Iskandar sighed, then looked at Chen Luo.

"And you? Are you interested?" Iskandar asked.

"The renowned King of Conquerors is interested in a mere caster like me? I am truly flattered."

"An ordinary Caster? Putting aside whether you, a Servant who can overpower Saber the Knight King in Sword Skill, are ordinary or not, are you really a Caster?" Iskandar asked incredulously.

You're telling me this is a caster?

"You don't believe me?" Chen Luo raised an eyebrow.

"I don't believe you. You're probably more like a beserker. A perfectly normal beserker," Iskandar said.

"Then I'll prove it to you. My magical prowess." Chen Luo said.

"Boom!"

A bolt of lightning, even more terrifying than the lightning that descended when Iskandar rode the divine bull, crashed down and struck directly in front of Iskandar's chariot.

"Moo!" The two divine oxen pulling the chariot in front of it suddenly buckled at the knees, but thankfully they didn't kneel down.

Terrifying lightning struck again, as if it were about to tear the sky apart.

This time, the two divine bulls immediately lowered their heads, standing there trembling, as if in awe of the gods.

"Although this chariot is your Noble Phantasm, I suggest you don't play with lightning in front of me anymore, or I might not be able to resist sending it to meet God," Chen Luo sincerely warned Iskandar.

"Who exactly are you, that thunderbolt that even the river god bull, the chariot offered to Zeus, submits to?" Iskandar frowned as he looked at Chen Luo.

Although his own Noble Phantasm might not fully represent even 1% of Zeus's thunderous power, the opponent's thunder was indeed terrifying enough.

And without any warning.

"I already told you he's just an ordinary caster. Oh, by the way, do you want to play a mount battle or a lightning battle?" Chen Luo suddenly asked Iskandar.

"Hmm?" Iskandar frowned.

What's the meaning?

"Ride, this Servant who calls himself a Caster seems to be using the weapon that everyone in this Holy Grail War is best at to defeat the opponent," Artoria suddenly said.

"The one who dealt with Lancer used a gun, while the one who used it against me was my Excalibur. In a sense, we both lost because of our own strengths. Now it's your turn," Artoria said with some resentment.

Although I don't know why I was affected by the other Master's laughter, I am indeed still alive because the other Master showed mercy.

"Oh, so there's someone even more arrogant than me in this Holy Grail War? It seems the other party is indeed a Berserker." Iskandar said with certainty once again.

"I've already said I'm a Caster, are you all deaf?" Chen Luo said, somewhat annoyed.

"Who are you calling a berserker? I'm a puppeteer, you hear me? A puppeteer!"

"A puppeteer?" Everyone present was taken aback.

This person in front of me doesn't seem to exist anywhere. He looks like a puppeteer, doesn't he?

However, if he appears in the world as a puppeteer, then he could indeed be a caster.

"Master, quickly check the opponent's basic attributes," Iskandar asked, slapping Waver on the back.

"I can't see clearly."

"Hmm? How can I not see clearly?"

"The opponent must have a Noble Phantasm used to conceal or disguise themselves, so their stats are completely unclear. We can only sense that they are a Servant," Waver said.

"Oh, it's you." Just as Waver was about to try to continue, a voice suddenly rang out.

It was Kayneth's voice, the one who had just instructed Lancer to unleash his Noble Phantasm.

The fact that the other person can speak now means that Lancer has probably been saved.

Upon hearing the voice, Waver broke out in a cold sweat and looked in the direction from which it came.

However, due to the influence of the barrier, it was impossible to determine the exact location.

"I was wondering what had gotten into you that you stole my relic, but I never imagined you were planning to participate in the Holy Grail War yourself. Waver Velvet, my friend."

Upon hearing that familiar voice and the way the other person addressed him, Waver broke out in a cold sweat.

Here's what happened.

Kayneth is essentially Waver's homeroom teacher in Ride.

After being scolded by Kayneth in class, Waver discovered that he had obtained the Master qualification. Since he was Kayneth's student, he was entrusted to hand over the relic to Kayneth.

Then... Waver stole Iskandar's relics.

The current situation is like a thief running into the culprit, plus a student running into their homeroom teacher.

Just as Waver was at a loss and even covered his ears to avoid listening, Iskandar's hand landed on Waver's back, and then he unleashed a torrent of abuse on Kayneth.

A coward who doesn't even dare to show his face, yet he wants to be my Iskandar's Master?

Upon hearing Iskandar's taunts, Kayneth looked at Diarmuid, whose wounds had just been healed, and became even more displeased.

As a Lancer, I was actually defeated by a Caster who used a gun.

Kayneth subconsciously ignored the fact that he, as the King of Knights, had lost to a swordsman caster.

"Alright, alright, Iskandar, stop laughing and hurry up and choose a fighting style. As the Saber next to me said, this time I intend to kill all of you here, or be killed by you... well, in your areas of expertise." Chen Luo directly interrupted Iskandar's maniacal laughter.

"Uh..." Iskandar, whose laughter had been interrupted by the middle finger, remembered that there was an even more troublesome enemy in front of him.

"Caster... let's call you Caster for now. Do you really have a mount?" Iskandar asked with some doubt.

"Hmm... Although I don't have a proper mount, I do have something that can barely be called a mount." Chen Luo took a deep breath and snapped his fingers.

"Boom!" A foot, as tall as a pillar that could blot out the sky, suddenly stomped out and landed in the sea next to the dock not far away, creating a tremendous impact and stirring up a huge wave.

Upon sensing the commotion, almost everyone looked up at the sky.

Then everyone saw a creature with one leg as large as a giant mountain slowly emerging from a huge crevice.

The terrifying pressure and the monstrous size caused a small earthquake near the dock with just a light step.

The ferocious and terrifying head that was about to emerge seemed to foreshadow just how terrifying this thing called a mount would be if it were to actually reveal its entire body.

I'm afraid that even just turning over would crush the entire Fuyuki City, right?

"Stop! I only doubted whether you had a mount. I never said that my specialty was mounted combat. Actually, my specialty is group combat," Iskandar shouted.

Iskandar said this because it was obvious that he could never be a match for his opponent on horseback.

Secondly, it's because I am indeed better at group battles.

That's the truth.

"Moreover, what you're doing violates the principle that the Holy Grail War should be conducted in secrecy."

Before Iskandar had even finished speaking, the giant wave stirred up by Chi You's foot had already begun to surge beneath Iskandar's chariot.

Artoria rushed over, picked up Irisviel, and jumped onto the container.

"You, a cavalryman, are not best at mounted combat? Shameful." After giving Iskandar a disdainful look, Chen Luo put the Chi You, who had just stepped out with one leg, back into the Puppet Collection Vault.

At the same time, it instantly dispersed the waves surging towards it.

As a river god, he could control the water, so the huge waves quickly receded under Chen Luo's guidance.

In fact, it would only take Chi You a moment to leave the Puppet Collection Vault, but life always needs some sense of ritual.

"Ahem." Iskandar coughed twice.

To be honest, my most prized mount, Thunder, is not as good as you, so I can only rely on my size to intimidate you.

But... let alone engaging in mounted combat, Iskandar suspected that one of the opponent's mounts could crush his sacred bull to death.

Even if you unleash your own Noble Phantasm and release your own Reality Marble, if the opponent rolls around, your side might be wiped out instantly, right?

Is this guy really a Servant?

How can it summon such a terrifying being?

"So you mean you want to fight me for my underlings?" Upon hearing Iskandar's reply, Chen Luo could barely contain his smile.

"What's wrong? Is it not okay? Are you scared?" Iskandar asked with a smile.

"No, no, no, to be honest, if you chose to fight on mounts, you might have a tiny bit of a chance of winning, but you insisted on fighting a puppeteer in a minion battle. How about this, I won't bully you... I'll just call someone. If you're lucky, you might be able to win." Chen Luo said as he took out the Soul Summoning Bell and threw it into the small river that appeared at his feet.

Soon, three Soul Summoning Bell slowly rose from the river and landed in Chen Luo's hands.

Upon seeing Chen Luo's actions, Artoria narrowed her eyes.

Artoria remembered that when the other party was fighting her, they seemed to have summoned a golden and silver Excalibur in the same way.

River, lost items, ordinary, gold and silver...

"Ring ring ring!" Chen Luo picked up the golden Soul Summoning Bell and shook it gently. Twenty cards appeared in front of Chen Luo.

"Damn! Now you know you're here, what were you doing back then?" Chen Luo looked at the first card among the 20 cards, unsure whether he should utter a curse.

"What's wrong?" Iskandar couldn't help but ask.

"It's nothing, you're just going to be in trouble." Chen Luo sighed and then took the card down.

"... I don't think any puppet can compare to my subordinates." Hearing Chen Luo's confident words, Iskandar even inadvertently revealed a little bit of information about his Noble Phantasm.

The Army of the King, EX-level anti-military Noble Phantasm.

Iskandar's true trump card, his ultimate Noble Phantasm, Reality Marble that allows him to continuously summon his former subordinates as independent Servants to fight against the enemy.

Once all the personnel were summoned, they formed an army of tens of thousands. All members of the army were genuine Heroic Spirits, but due to the King of Conquerors's limitations, none of the members possessed Noble Phantasms.

Even so, it can still be described as terrifying.

"Oh, really? Who said I summoned a puppet? May I ask, King of Conquerors, have you ever fought an angel?" Chen Luo gently tossed the card in his hand.

Morgan was nestled in Chen Luo's arms and trying to hide his laughter by using a silencing barrier, glanced at the card and saw its name.

Gabriel [Main Body]

The timing is slightly different from the original storyline. Chen Luo and Diarmuid started their battle earlier, and it is only now that the sun has just set and the moon has not yet risen.

But the next moment, a full moon suddenly rose into the sky.

The full moon shone on the earth, and countless moonbeams gathered in front of Chen Luo, slowly forming a figure radiating golden light.

As the illusory wings behind the other party flapped, the light and shadow shattered instantly, revealing a figure with soft, white wings.

As everyone stared in disbelief at the angel descending from the moonlight, their gazes gradually fell into a daze.

"Come on, please begin your performance," Chen Luo said humbly and respectfully to Iskandar.

"..."