Final Battle (End)

Diarmuid made no attempt to defend himself against the mockery of "Irisviel".

"What, speechless now? Servant? In the end, they're just a high-level familiar!"

Seeing the Knight of the Spear's silent expression, Irisviel was about to press her advantage and continue questioning him when she noticed that the knight had raised his head again, sighed softly, and looked completely at ease.

"Ah, that's right. Even if it was because I had no choice, that cannot be used as an excuse for my previous crimes. And that's precisely why—"

Raising his spear, the Knight of the Spear's gaze was like a sharp sword, aimed directly at "Irisviel":

"I will then cut off your head, you wicked creature, and offer it to my lord. Surely then, my sins will be washed away in the slightest."

"Tsk!"

Seeing the murderous spearhead pointed at her, "Irisviel" instinctively averted her gaze. When she came to her senses, she turned and glared at the Knight of the Spear, gritting her teeth and saying firmly:

"Go to hell!"

The moment Irisviel finished speaking, the Berserker and Rider, now fully regrouped, roared and charged forward once more!

"Rider is in your hands now, Saber!"

Without the slightest hesitation, after leaving behind only these words, the Knight of the Spear strode forward to meet Lancelot was charging at the forefront!

The next second--

The clash between the jet-black demonic sword and the crimson Magic Spear resounded once more across the entire battlefield.

Not only over there, Saber, who arrived a little later, has also begun a direct confrontation with Rider.

The fight between the two was direct and intense.

There were no fancy moves or any need for probing. The two simply brandished their weapons, engaging in a back-and-forth battle.

In this battle that teeters on the brink of life and death, there's no need to hold back; all you need to do is fight with all your might and kill your opponent.

Rider's moves are wide and sweeping, and every sword strike he makes reflects his heroic spirit.

While Saber, Rider's opponent, also wields a sword, her fighting style is more agile and fluid compared to Rider's.

The two swords clashed fiercely in mid-air, sparking hundreds of sparks, and the rising momentum of the two warriors stirred up turbulent air currents on the battlefield.

Dozens, or even hundreds, of rounds have passed.

The scales of victory have begun to tip gradually toward one side.

The Sword of Excalibur Cypriot Sword, the sword that severed the Gordian Knot and earned the title of "King of Conquerors," still pales in comparison to Excalibur, the Holy Sword in Saber's hand, crafted from the crystallization of the planet's interior.

Moreover, the "King of Conquerors," who appears as a Rider, is not known for his martial arts skills. After Medea destroyed the "Gordius Wheel," the Rider's advantage was completely gone.

If it weren't for the magical support from the Greater Grail, Rider would probably have been defeated by now.

Even so, it won't be easy for Saber to win. In fact, as time goes on, Saber's chances of victory are gradually decreasing.

Saber gritted her teeth as her body began to feel heavy.

Since the start of the battle, Saber has only managed a few fleeting moments to catch her breath, and the aftereffects of her mana depletion are now clearly evident.

She needed to find a way to kill him in one fell swoop. With that thought in mind, Saber's gaze began to sweep over Rider, looking for an opportunity to finish him off.

Found it--

After Saber parried Rider's slash with his Holy Sword, perhaps due to being lost in his frenzy, Rider did not defend the wide-open doorway in front of him.

Saber seized that moment and pounced on him!

The next moment, blood splattered everywhere.

The golden Holy Sword pierced flesh with a sound that sent chills down one's spine.

Despite the victory, Saber's heart was sinking.

--Too shallow!

In the end, she was defeated by magic. Her heavy body prevented Saber's Holy Sword from penetrating Rider's armor and going no further.

Seeing that her attack had failed, Saber immediately decided to retreat, but things obviously did not go as smoothly as Saber had imagined.

Due to the depletion of magic power, his movements became slow, giving Rider the opportunity to strike his abdomen, sending him flying backward.

After crashing heavily into the ruins and rubble left by the previous battle at the edge of the battlefield, Saber coughed up blood, her face contorting in pain.

"Laaaaa--!!!"

However, Rider had no intention of showing any chivalry towards women.

The constant pain from the wound made him roar angrily like a wounded beast.

Raising his sword, Rider's figure, coupled with his unstoppable momentum, was like a bulldozer running at full speed!

Seeing Rider charging towards her, Saber, barely managing to sit up, responded with an undiminished fighting spirit in her eyes.

Can I survive Rider's attack?

Such a question would never even cross Saber's mind.

All she knew was that she couldn't do nothing in this situation.

With that thought in mind, Sabe mustered the last bit of magic in her body and fearlessly faced Rider.

The two were closing in on each other, and just as they were about to clash, a sound emanating from the other side of the battlefield echoed throughout the entire battlefield:

"In the name of the Command Spell, Saber, restore you to your full glory!"

The next second,

Rider's Cypriot Sword spun and landed at the edge of the battlefield, in front of the man who still had his arm raised.

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"This is..."

Saber, having knocked the weapon from Rider's hand, felt the surge of magical power within her. While she was overjoyed, her previously anxious heart gradually calmed down.

For the first time, Emiya Kiritsugu gave Saber a reliable impression.

"Rider!"

Suddenly, taking advantage of Saber's momentary lapse in concentration, a young boy lunged into Rider's arms, who had just had his weapon knocked away.

"Danger..."

Saber, who was about to pull the child out of Rider's arms, stopped in her tracks when she heard a familiar voice.

"It's alright, Saber!"

As the voice raised its head, Saber noticed that the black mist around Rider's body was gradually dissipating, just like Diarmuid had been. Saber sheathed her weapon and nodded to Rider.

"You're awake."

"Haha, this time we've really lost all face!"

Scratching his cheek, even someone as bold as Rider couldn't help but feel a little ashamed of his earlier actions.

But...

Feeling the touch in his arms, Rider, his expression softening, placed his rough hand on the boy's head:

"It's all thanks to my little Master."

Seeing this, Saber breathed a sigh of relief and then turned her attention to the other side of the battlefield, to where her Master, Emiya Kiritsugu, was.

"Kiritsugu..."

The trembling voice revealed Irisviel's turbulent emotions.

The moment she saw that figure, emotions that shouldn't have arisen suddenly welled up inside her. Why did these feelings, which didn't belong to "her," jump out at this crucial moment and disrupt her thoughts?

Irisviel didn't want to understand and couldn't understand, but there was one thing she had to do:

"Hey, Kiritsugu, [I (the Holy Grail)] am right here, [I (the Holy Grail)] will grant your wish."

This is the price of using the body of "Irisviel". Even though the [inner self] has been replaced, Irisviel's sincere and pure desire has long been engraved in the memory of her body.

"Ah, I'm sorry, Iris..."

Looking at the "familiar" face in the Black Mud, Emiya Kiritsugu mechanically raised his gun and pointed it at "Irisviel" in the center of the main hall.

The next second, the finger pulled the trigger--

"Is this your answer, Kiritsugu?"

The bullet, without any magical enhancements, couldn't even penetrate the barrier outside the main hall, but the moment it left the barrel, tears welled up and suddenly soaked Irisviel's cheeks.

But what was strange was the uncontrollable smile on Irisviel's lips.

That way, your consciousness can dissipate, right?

The lingering heaviness in her heart finally disappeared, bringing Irisviel a sense of joy mixed with a feeling of loss.

However, given the body you've provided for me, I will ensure you have no regrets on your journey.

So--

"Emiya Kiritsugu, and all of you, you should all die!"

The malicious words had barely left his lips when Lancelot, who had been locked in combat with Diarmuid, suddenly increased his speed, sending the unsuspecting Lancer flying before roaring as he charged toward Emiya Kiritsugu.

Clang--

A petite yet resolute figure once again blocked Lancelot's advance.

"Artrrrrrrrrrrr--!!!"

Looking at the frenzied black knight before her, a trace of sorrow flashed in Saber's eyes, but it instantly turned into determination as she raised the Holy Sword in her hand. "Rest in peace, Lancelot."

This torture must not be allowed to continue.

Glorious Knight, my friend.

--I will surely use that evil thing to sacrifice your pure soul.

Unsurprisingly, despite the "Lesser Grail's" fierce boasting, even Lancelot with his berserk buff was powerless against a team with multiple Servant.

The battle didn't last long. Surrounded by the three Heroic Spirit, Saber quickly seized an opportunity and pierced Lancelot's black armor with her Holy Sword.

As the knight's spirit gradually dissipated, a trace of sadness flashed in Saber's eyes.

Even if the purpose of this battle was to grant Lancelot liberation, how could she possibly feel good about killing the knight she respected most with her own hands?

However, now is not the time to talk about these things. Having composed herself, Saber raised her head and looked at "Irisviel" in the center of the main hall with a gaze as sharp as a sword.

"You've already lost. Hand over the two children."

"Lost? You must be joking!"

The "Lesser Grail" sneered, its expression showing no sign of panic despite Lancelot's departure.

"Lancer, could you please rescue the two children first?!"

A bad feeling was growing stronger in Saber's heart, and she turned to Diarmuid and asked him.

If the goal is to rescue the two children, the Knight of the Spear, known for his speed, is undoubtedly the best choice. Moreover, the crimson spear in his hand, capable of severing all magical cycles, is the nemesis of all barriers.

"Certainly!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the red spear appeared in Diarmuid's hand, but what happened the next second forced him to stop in his tracks.

"Oh—sorry, passage is prohibited here."

A mocking smile appeared on "Lesser Grail's " lips as he snapped his fingers with his raised right hand. Immediately afterward, Black Mud gushed forth from beneath the bluestone floor of the main hall plaza.

In that instant, not only Diarmuid stopped in his tracks, but everyone instinctively stepped back to avoid being corroded by the Black Mud, keeping a distance and remaining vigilant. Everyone understood the consequences of being contaminated by this substance; it was absolutely the nemesis of Heroic Spirit!

Do you really think you can survive by just dragging this out?