Emiya Shirou doesn't want to work overtime

In a forest somewhere, a beam of red light shot up from the ground and soared into the sky, its powerful pressure sweeping across the entire battlefield.

Although it cannot match the oppressive force generated by Karna and the Aerial Garden, as a Noble Phantasm against a city, any normal person would feel the terrifying power contained within it.

On the other side of the red light was an incomparably dazzling golden beam of light.

Emiya also felt a large amount of magical energy draining from his body.

The Holy Grail War is far from over.

"Rider! May I borrow your Noble Phantasm?"

Shirou Emiya leaped up and sat on Astolfo's mount.

Shirou Emiya was seen clutching his head, blood flowing from his mouth, when a lance appeared in his hand.

Astolfo's mount seemed to sense a familiar aura, and as Emiya waved his hand forward, it also sped towards the location where the two pillars of light were erupting.

"That's my mount!!!"

Astolfo watched in utter disbelief as his mount was ridden away so easily, without even the slightest intention of stopping.

Astolfo turned to look, but Joan of Arc had vanished from the spot.

The battle here is over. Although Joan of Arc has many questions, her priority now is to get to the battle that is taking place over there.

Having already missed so many battles, she had to fulfill her duty and rush to Arthur's battlefield.

Jeanne d'Arc was seen running across the ground at an extremely fast speed, living up to her title of Runner, and even catching up with Shirou Emiya, who was not very skilled at using mounts.

Shirou Emiya read how Astolfo rode his mount, but because his body had never tried it before, he couldn't match Astolfo's speed.

Chapter 174 Trust

Accompanied by the chirping of birds in the silent forest, the light of dawn shone from the horizon.

A few scattered stars dotted the pale blue sky.

The entire land was shrouded in a hazy mist, as if draped in a silvery-gray veil, with a thin fog drifting above the forest.

At this moment, the sky had already begun to show a faint hint of egg white.

A blazing fireball followed, scorching the entire earth.

"You can't just fall asleep like that!"

A voice that seemed to belong to some despicable woman appeared in Arthur's ear, jolting him awake from the darkness.

Arthur felt a wet sensation on his cheeks, as if some creature was licking his face.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a small deer in front of me, nuzzling my cheek.

Then a feeling of weakness, accompanied by intense pain, spread from the soles of my feet throughout my entire body.

I simply don't have the strength to stand up.

At this moment, Arthur felt a sense of foreboding; the situation was probably worse than he had imagined.

Arthur possesses the Crimson Dragon Heart, which allows the Holy Sword to exert a powerful healing effect.

It's not a fatal wound. So, it's just a minor injury. Merlin once called his heart a "magic furnace," and its expanding magical power, combined with the properties of the Holy Sword, will firmly protect his body. The wound will heal. Only the pain will remain.

If Arthur could feel so weak even with abundant magic, then it could only mean one thing.

The injuries he had sustained were extremely severe. If it weren't for the sword sheath's continuous healing, which kept him alive, he probably would have perished in that explosion long ago.

But it won't last long; after a while, it will probably withdraw from the scene very easily.

Arthur couldn't help but smile wryly.

If Achilles' spear had actually struck, he probably would have been eliminated.

Just as Achilles' spear was about to pierce Arthur, Achilles vanished from his spot as if teleported.

In that instant, Arthur also realized what had happened to Achilles.

"He was summoned back by his Master."

However, this also allowed Arthur to breathe a sigh of relief, at least he no longer had to face Achilles's unprepared spear and could concentrate on dealing with the Noble Phantasm unleashed by Spartacus beside him.

The terrifying energy poured out like seawater, and even Arthur, who possessed such high magical power, felt an extremely strong sense of crisis.

If he takes such a blow head-on without taking any defense, he will probably only die in the northwest, becoming the first Servant to leave the battlefield in this Holy Grail War.

But the predicament he faced was far more than that. The absence of Achilles only meant that Arthur had a chance to survive in a deadly situation, not that he would survive such a terrifying explosion.

Not to mention, a red beam of light, posing an extremely powerful threat to him, was approaching from afar.

"Excalibur!!!"

The holy sword shone brightly in his hand, and the Noble Phantasm was unleashed once again.

He could only sigh inwardly, thankful that his magic power was so abundant, otherwise he would not have been able to unleash two Noble Phantasms in such a short period of time.

It's important to understand that the magical energy required for an EX-rank anti-city Noble Phantasm is not something an ordinary magician can afford.

We must acknowledge that we must fight for survival.

It must be a one-on-one battle.

It must be acknowledged that it must not go against humanity.

It is acknowledged that one must not be an enemy of the elves.

Four sounds rang out in the almost frozen moment, and terrifying golden light, like a fountain, shot out from the golden sword in Arthur's hand and collided with the terrifying explosion at extremely close range.

Compared to the previous three liberation oaths, the fourth oath was far more powerful. The dazzling light, in the instant it collided with the violent impact generated by Spartacus, completely engulfed the entire area.

The dark red beam of light followed, followed by a deafening roar.

The world became quiet.

In the darkness, by the light of the moon, one could vaguely make out a figure flying out of the explosion and crashing into the depths of the forest.

Even though Arthur's Noble Phantasm is so powerful, the situation is different now compared to when he faced Atalanta's Noble Phantasm.

On the one hand, Atalanta's Noble Phantasm is launched from a distance, so the two will not collide at such close range.

On the other hand, Atalanta's Noble Phantasm is made of arrows, and Arthur's Noble Phantasm will directly devour them without impacting them and causing an explosion.

Spartacus's Noble Phantasm was released in the form of an explosion, and at such close range.

Even if the impact of the two forces could be offset, Arthur could not completely avoid such damage.

Arthur lay on the ground, feeling his immobile body, watching the slivers of light filtering through the leaves, a bitter smile on his face.

Suddenly, Arthur seemed to sense something and turned to look at the golden sword beside him.

An incredibly dazzling light burst forth from it.

Emiya Shirou's idea was simple: to do everything in his power to help Arthur recover.

Instead of thinking it over and then calling Arthur back to his side before letting the Black faction make a decision.

In that instant, Shirou Emiya didn't have many thoughts. Even if he did have many thoughts, Shirou Emiya would still choose to devote all his Command Seals to restoring Arthur.

Magic is called magic because modern technology can do almost everything that magic can do. If even Command Seals can't restore Arthur, then what's the point of healing magic?

Shirou Emiya had spoken with Arthur and knew why he was able to summon the [Knight King]. He also knew that the sword on Arthur's body had a scabbard.

Arthur also told Shirou Emiya all the information he had, without hiding anything from him.

Arthur answered almost all of Shirou Emiya's questions, as long as they were questions that Arthur knew the answers to.

Arthur trusted Shirou Emiya so much, and Shirou Emiya returned the same trust without the slightest hesitation; the power of the Command Seals manifested in Arthur.

Arthur felt the holy sword beside him flash with an incomparably dazzling light, and a warm power flowed into his body, gradually piecing his previously shattered body back together.

Arthur gradually regained awareness of his body, but before he could even stand up, the second Command Seal was applied almost the instant the light from his sword sheath was about to disappear.

Chapter 175 An Accidental Encounter with Mordred

Command Seals themselves contain the power of miracles. They can not only provide Servants with a large amount of magical energy, but also enable them to do things that are impossible under normal circumstances.

For example, spatial transfer and physical restoration are within the scope of what Command Seals can accomplish.

Not to mention that Arthur himself possesses a restorative Noble Phantasm.

Stimulated by the Command Seal, Arthur's mangled body slowly returned to normal in the blink of an eye.

He was basically out of danger, but Arthur could still feel a strong sense of weakness.

Arthur felt he would be able to fully recover his strength after just half a day of recovery.

After all, he is currently in a state where he has no shortage of magic power, so his recovery speed will naturally increase several times over.

But before Arthur could head towards the Yggdrasilian castle, the arrival of the third Command Spell instantly restored Arthur to full health.

"Thank you very much, Master."

Arthur expressed his heartfelt gratitude towards the direction of the Yggdrasilia family's castle. The unreserved use of Command Spells made Arthur feel the trust that Shirou Emiya had in him.

Night fell as Arthur was about to arrive at the Yggdmillennia castle.

It wasn't because Arthur was far away from the Black Faction, but because on his way to the Yggdrasilia Castle, he encountered a blonde girl and her Master sitting in a restaurant eating like a bottomless pit.

This pair is naturally Shishigaki Jie Li and Mordred.

Mordred, who was eating, seemed to sense something and looked at Arthur standing on the side of the street.

Having been discovered, Arthur naturally didn't stand there dumbfounded, but walked over.

He sat down at the table where Lion's Revenge and Mordred were dining.

"Hey, you guy!"

Mordred instantly produced a dark red longsword, intending to smash it down on Arthur's head.

Because Arthur was not her real father, Mordred's attitude was extremely casual.

"Mind your manners; you're a member of the Knights of the Round Table."