Saber cried out in surprise. She found that Richard’s speed kept increasing within a dozen steps, and soon reached a level that she could not keep up with at all.

With the lightning speed and the support of a pride of lions, this is comparable to the charge of an entire order of knights.

“Hahahahaha, you are indeed the King of the Battlefield who defeated Saladin. Such courage is truly impressive. How can I, the King of Conquerors, not follow suit?”

“Gee! Charge!!”

With a flick of the reins in his hand, there was a crisp sound, and the divine bull roared loudly. Thunder flowers bloomed under its feet, turning into a sea of electricity that was as shocking as the Berserker’s Fire Road.

One king crashed into the battlefield from the ground, and another king stepped into the battlefield from the sky. The combined power of the two deeply shocked Saber.

“——But I don’t have a Noble Phantasm that can charge!”

She screamed in agony, and could only hold up the sword of victory and run as fast as she could.

Well, I don’t have the aura of those two at all.

……

……

On the other side, Diarmuid spat out a mouthful of blood and knelt weakly on the ground. His left hand hung limply, and the joints were twisted so much that it was obvious at a glance that it had lost its function.

He put away the yellow rose, and now Diarmuid was struggling to support his body with the help of the magic-breaking red rose.

Opposite him, Gilgamesh was covered in dust, and apart from the gunshot wound on his waist and abdomen, he had no other injuries.

This is the cruel reality. Even if Diarmuid seizes the opportunity of the collapse of the divine tower to launch a sneak attack, this is the only result he can achieve.

“I will praise you, bastard. You may be a fool who cannot see the way forward and does not know what loyalty is, but your resilience and bravery are impeccable.”

Gilgamesh breathed as he took out a wand made of entwined emerald wood from the treasure chest.

This wand is overflowing with amazing vitality. Just the breath it exudes can make grass and trees sprout under its feet.

He mobilized his magic power to activate the spell built into his wand, and the curse carved by the yellow rose on his waist and abdomen disappeared, which made Diarmuid smile bitterly.

“As expected of the Hero King of the Age of Gods, that all-encompassing treasury is the nemesis of Servants.”

“What are you talking about! You should be thankful that you met a caster-class king. If weapons weren’t restricted to wands, you would have been pierced by thousands of swords by now.”

“Archer is actually stronger than you. I can’t believe it. My Lord’s road to victory is truly paved with mountains.”

After struggling to stand up, Diarmuid once again pointed his spear at the king in front of him, whom he could not defeat despite his best efforts.

“But I have played my part, Hero King. Look behind you, I’m not the only one who sees you as a mountain and wants to push you away.”

“Humph.”

Without making any more sarcastic remarks, Gilgamesh knew that his current situation was not good.

King Arthur, the Conqueror, the Lionheart.

All three of them were top-tier servants. Even an Archer-class servant like him would have to take their siege seriously, not to mention a Caster whose own treasure trove was limited.

But he looked down at the EA in his right hand, and its noble color was still not dusty.

“It doesn’t matter. With you in my hand, I am not afraid of any enemy. I will let them experience the scenery of the original hell again.”

Red divine runes gradually spread across the cylindrical sword body, and EA began to spin as if in excited response. Endless wind was sucked in and compressed, turning into a void gasp that shook the space.

The lion’s roaring red lotus was already in sight, followed closely by the thunder in the sky. Gilgamesh’s mouth curled up as if he was laughing wildly.

“Hahahahahahahahahaha, I’ve finally been able to get this king excited. Be happy, this king will show his full strength for you.”

As he spoke, he raised EA high, and all things that were bound were freed. His whole body turned into a desperate situation, a place where life was cut off.

Diarmuid could only stagger and flee in the opposite direction, trying his best to avoid the aftermath of the battlefield.

“Wake up again, EA! And wipe out all the traitors who claim to be kings before you.”

“The Star of Creation and the Separation of Heaven and Earth!”

The torrent of pure power crushed the heaven and earth like a millstone, and the aftermath inevitably rushed towards the attacking heroic spirits.

This was the second time that everyone had seen the true form of this power, but unlike watching from a distance, the fear and powerlessness they faced head-on were completely different.

There is no chance of winning in a head-on collision. No matter how powerful the Berserker’s charge is, it will never be a match for the Divine Work.

Unless Saber still has the energy to launch another Sword of Promised Victory to offset some of EA’s power, Berserker will have to leave the stage.

“This won’t do. How can we lose such a great general so easily?”

The King of Conquerors had a bold expression on his face. He had come up with the answer and made the decision in a split second. Now he was the only one who could save Berserker in time.

“Okay, now that we’ve made the decision, there’s no need to hesitate.”

Driving his chariot downwards, the King of Conquerors seemed to be targeting the Berserker.

“berserker, do not resist. I am here to save you.”

“Ok?”

The Lionheart King, who had let his mind burn with lust, was suddenly stunned. He seemed to smell a hint of wind and sand.

The King of Conquerors looked at the might of the Sword of Separation so close to him and scratched his head with some emotion.

“I never thought that the first time I revealed my strongest trump card would be to hide it instead of to conquer. It’s such a shame, but it has to be done.”

As he spoke, a whirlwind began to rise around Iskandar, mixed with hot sand and dust, which filled Waver and Kenneth beside him.

“Come, my comrades, lend me your arms once again and protect me.”

“【King’s Army】!”

The rider shouted the true name of the Noble Phantasm, and the sandstorm suddenly expanded, enveloping the Berserker below.

In an instant, they disappeared from the world. The storm of EA rolled over here, and the space was completely shattered, but there was no trace of their retreat.

Did rider and berserker die quietly like this?

Given the power of the Sword of Peril, such an outcome is only natural, but if it were really that simple, why hasn’t Gilgamesh relaxed yet?

Saber in the distance didn’t know all this. Because of her slow speed, she was not within the range of the aftermath, but that didn’t mean she was safe.

A certain existence that gave her complicated feelings appeared. Now, Altria’s attention was completely drawn to the figure in front of her, and an incomprehensible expression appeared on her face.

“Illya’s caster, you finally came to join the battle.”

“Because I am Gilgamesh’s ally, I naturally cannot leave him alone to be attacked by a group. This is the moral obligation.”

“Then you and I can only fight.”

Although she said this, Saber had no intention of taking action immediately. She looked at Aiwen and asked a question hesitantly.

“Irisviel, is she okay now? Even though you took her away, she is still Illya’s mother. Please treat her well.”

“Don’t worry, Aunt Ellie is watching a soap opera with her daughter right now. It’s obviously a boring script, but she keeps laughing. I guess she’s happy.”

“She’s smiling…that’s good.”

“Well, enough of the small talk, aren’t you going to take action?”

Aiwen was standing in the middle of the road, holding a small ornament on his book, and the sound of “dingling” rang out.

Although she had no intention to kill, Saber still treated it as a formidable enemy.