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Chapter 218 The Conqueror King Enters the Scene

Perched atop the cliff, Kenneth gazed at the chaotic battlefield below and fell into deep thought.

Fuyuki's Holy Grail system should, unless under special circumstances, only allow the summoning of seven Servants.

Based on the intelligence he gathered through various channels, the participants in this Holy Grail War should be no different from the script of "Fate/Zero" that he knew.

But where did this guy, who is suspected to be El-Melloi II, and that purple-haired girl wielding a huge cross shield come from?

What are the reasons for intervening in this war?
"Do you want me to take action?"

A cool, yet slightly eager voice rang out beside me.

Scáthach had somehow found herself standing on the edge of the cliff, her long purple hair dancing wildly in the night wind. Her red eyes, which seemed to have seen through life and death, reflected the firelight of the battle below, gleaming with the light of a hunter.

"Hmm~"

"Then let Caster leave the stage."

Kenneth hesitated for a moment, then his tone regained its monarchical composure.

The moment the words left her lips, Scáthach leaped off the cliff!

Like a purple lightning bolt, she ripped through the night sky, which was disturbed by moonlight and magical radiance, and silently descended onto the battlefield.

The moment she landed, two crimson spears, gleaming with an ominous red light, appeared in her hands.

She didn't say anything extra, nor did she make any fancy moves; she simply stepped forward and brandished her gun.

That seemingly casual swing contained profound martial arts principles at the level of a god.

The trajectory of the spear tip seemed to cut through the very laws of space, tearing the air apart and emitting a sharp screech.

Those slimy, twisted sea demons made of filthy magic, upon contact with the gun wind, were like fragile flesh crushed by an invisible force, instantly exploding into a sky full of foul-smelling magical residue.

In just a few breaths, the sea monster army that had once given Saber a hard time was cleared out, creating a large vacuum zone!

This earth-shattering scene left everyone on the field momentarily stunned.

Saber's emerald pupils suddenly contracted. What horrified her was not the opponent's destructive power, but the martial arts that had returned to simplicity and reached a state of perfection!

Every shot was flawless, as if it were the most perfect "principle" in the world, making even this knight king who had crossed countless battlefields feel a chill in her heart.

On the other hand, El-Melloi II's shock came from a completely different level.

His eyes widened as he stared intently at the purple figure, his mind completely blank.

How can it be……

Servants are not the actual heroic spirits, but rather a aspect of their achievements and legends, which are brought to the world by the Holy Grail using "spirit origins" as containers and through "classes".

The woman wielding dual pistols before me is undoubtedly a Lancer.

According to the memories etched deep in his soul, the Lancer-class Servant in this Holy Grail War should be Diarmuid, the "Radiant One" summoned by his teacher Kenneth!
Who is this woman before him? Why has Lancer been replaced? Could it be that from the moment he arrived at this singularity, the entire Holy Grail War has been developing in a direction he cannot comprehend?
Before El-Melloi II could recover from the immense chaos, the battle was over.

Scáthach's figure moved like a ghost, passing through the last few sea monsters that blocked her way, and appeared directly in front of the crazed Caster Gilles de Rais.

With her magical skills, she could easily see through the so-called magician in front of her. He was just a half-baked magician, and the core of all his power came from the evil magic book in his hand.

"Do not--!"

Gilles de Rais let out a piercing scream, but it was all too late.

puff!

Two scarlet spears, one piercing his heart, the other precisely striking his prized grimoire. A devastating burst of magic erupted instantly, reducing both man and book to dust.

In his final moments, Gilles de Rais's frenzied expression faded, leaving only a complex sense of longing. He glanced one last time at the golden figure in the distance, as if silently telling a story, before transforming completely into spirit particles and dissipating into the night wind.

Caster's story ended so dramatically on the very first night of the war.

With his disappearance, the surging sea monsters, like the receding tide, vanished into nothingness with a shriek, and the beach returned to silence.

Meanwhile, the black knight who had been relentlessly pursuing Saber suddenly stopped.

The crimson light flickered intermittently from the gaps in his helmet, as if he were receiving some kind of command.

A few seconds later, he let out a low growl of resentment, and his entire body turned into a cloud of black mist, quickly dissipating and disappearing from the scene.

Were they summoned back by a Command Spell?
Saber did not breathe a sigh of relief upon seeing this. Instead, she gripped the invisible holy sword in her hand, came to Irisviel's side, shielded her behind her, and stared warily at the powerful, suffocating purple-clad spearman.

"Elmerosan, please give your instructions!"

Almost simultaneously, Mash, having lost her target, immediately turned around, her massive shield slamming into the ground with a thud, firmly protecting El-Melloi II. She asked anxiously...

Faced with the vigilance of the two groups, Scáthach simply twirled her spear casually.

A knowing smile played on her lips, and her red eyes, filled with pure fighting spirit, fell upon Saber.

"Excellent! It's been a long time since I've seen such an outstanding soldier as you..."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it reached the ears of everyone present clearly.

She exuded the excitement and longing of someone who had been searching for a worthy opponent for so long.

A major battle seems imminent.

But at that moment, another unexpected event occurred!

The once clear night sky was now covered with dark clouds, and muffled thunder rumbled from the depths of the clouds.

The next second, blinding bolts of lightning ripped through the sky, tearing a twisted rift in the air!

Accompanied by the thunderous roar of thunder, an ancient yet imposing chariot, pulled by two divine oxen, crashed down from the crack, crushing the lightning!

On the chariot, a burly man with a mountain-like stature and red hair and beard like a lion was spreading his arms wide and letting out an extremely bold laugh.

"Hahaha! Brilliant! What a magnificent battle! No wonder these heroes from different eras have gathered here!"

The oxcart came to a steady stop in the center of the confrontation between the groups of people. The burly man looked down at everyone, his voice booming.

"Hear my name! I am the Conqueror, Iskandar!"
Arriving in this Holy Grail War as a Rider!

What about the knight over there, the unknown Valkyrie, and everyone else hiding in the shadows?

"Do you wish to join my ranks and offer the Holy Grail as a gift of submission? If you agree, I will share with you the supreme joy of conquering the world!"

Looking at that domineering figure and listening to that undisguised declaration, El-Melloi II's expression instantly became incredibly complex, a mixture of shock, nostalgia, bitterness, excitement... making him even forget to answer Mash's question for a moment.

However, just as he was feeling agitated, a slightly immature and exasperated voice came from the oxcart.

"Baka!! Are you an idiot?! Why did you have to reveal your real name right away?!"

A black-haired boy dressed in modern green clothing peeked out from behind the Conqueror King, pointed at him, and complained loudly.

Looking at the boy's figure, both familiar and unfamiliar, and listening to that familiar complaint, El-Melloi II couldn't help but frown...

(End of this chapter)