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It will be shot through like paper.

However, Semiramis could never have foreseen that sending Emiya to the altar was not their primary objective.

Semiramis had absolutely no time to react to such a tightly planned scheme produced in such a short period of time.

"In the name of the Command Seals, resist the poisonous fog! Rider! In the name of the Command Seals, resist the poisonous fog! Rider! In the name of the Command Seals, unleash your Noble Phantasm! Rider!"

"Rider, in the name of the Command Spell, resist the poisonous fog!"

As Semiramis moved the magical light array, a male voice and a female voice rang out from the barrier released by Joan of Arc.

In this situation, there is no need to calculate the use of Command Spells; just cover everything up.

Although Jeanne only uttered one sentence, her understanding of Command Seals far surpassed that of Astolfo's Master. With just one sentence, she was able to use two Command Seals to bless Astolfo.

"Received! Master!!"

Under the blessing of the five-stroke command spell, Astolfo, whose entire body and even his mount were covered in silver armor, transformed into a silver meteor in an instant.

"A phantom horse (Hippogriff) that does not exist in this world!!!!!!!!!"

As Astolfo finished speaking, his figure vanished from the spot like a phantom.

On one hand, there was that extreme speed, and on the other hand, with the release of the Noble Phantasm, Astolfo had already left this dimension and was rushing towards Semiramis in the illusion.

As an extremely powerful magician, Semiramis's reaction was undeniably swift.

The magic arrays aimed at Shirou Emiya immediately began to rotate again, and terrifying beams of light shot out the instant Astolfo charged out.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The terrifying beam of light struck Astolfo, who charged out of the barrier, without any deviation.

But the next second, an extremely ominous premonition surged into Semiramis's heart.

"How is this possible?!!!!!"

Before the smoke had even cleared, a silver figure emerged unharmed.

Semiramis stared in disbelief at the unharmed Astolfo. She knew the armor's defensive capabilities; it couldn't possibly withstand such a bombardment and would be easily torn to shreds like paper.

However, it should be noted that when the Noble Phantasm is activated, Astolfo is already in an illusory world, and even attacks capable of destroying gods and Buddhas cannot interfere with him.

Even if Karna unleashes his Noble Phantasm, it won't be able to harm Astolfo in the slightest!

Chapter 206 Shakespeare

At this moment, Astolfo, clad in armor, was enveloped in purple poisonous gas. Even with the armor's protection, the Command Seals' enhancement, and the presence of the eagle in the illusory space, Astolfo was not completely immune to the poisonous gas.

He could only muster the last of the strength that everyone had gathered and let out a cry from the bottom of his heart.

"End all of this!!!!!!!!! Eagle!!!!!!!!!"

Astolfo used the last of his strength to wield the reins.

"Eek—!"

In response to Astolfo, the speed of the eagle beneath him increased once again.

It was so fast that Semiramis didn't have time to cast a defensive spell.

"boom------!"

A loud noise came from the walls of the church.

Despite Semiramis's modifications to the Church's defenses, the Church's walls remained extremely sturdy, refusing to collapse even after being struck by a B+ rank Noble Phantasm.

"puff----!"

A large mouthful of blood gushed from Semiramis's mouth.

Intense pain and weakness filled Semiramis's mind.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!!!"

Semiramis's face was contorted as rings of magical light appeared around her.

She was angry and resentful; her advantage vanished in an instant.

She was unwilling to accept that the multiple layers of defense she and her Master had erected had been breached in such a short time!

Endless anger filled her mind.

She was furious that even Bashium's appearance couldn't stop the Black team's attack.

She was furious that she had been struck by a Heroic Spirit she had always looked down upon.

The purple poisonous fog vanished without a trace the moment Semiramis lost her ability to resist. The surrounding purplish-black poisonous gas seemed to have never existed, and the Holy Church returned to peace once more.

As a monster feared even by the gods, Bashium is not something Semiramis could summon and allow to exist in the mortal world for an extended period, like a Hydra.

Even the gods are subject to its power, and Semiramis also needs to pay a price. Although it is not a very severe price, it only requires a large amount of magic power to maintain Bashium's descent.

However, Semiramis, who was severely injured, was clearly no longer able to smoothly provide Bashium with the magic it needed.

But now, the outcome is already decided, and any further struggle is futile.

The instant the magical light array appeared, several gunshots rang out from behind Astolfo.

Before Semiramis could react, the finger flick shattered the attack she had devised in a very short time.

Never underestimate your enemy, not even a magician who cannot fight against a Heroic Spirit.

It's not that finger flicks have the ability to destroy magic circles; it's just that those magic circles that Semiramis temporarily created would break on their own with just a little interference from other magic.

Shiki-kai-ri also found the weakness of this attack method immediately.

It resolved Semiramis's last struggle.

"It looks like we've won!"

Suffering from the deadly poison, Astolfo collapsed onto the ground from the eagle, which also lay powerless on its own.

Semiramis no longer needed to expend energy to control herself; the powerful impact shattered her spiritual core in an instant, and apart from that final struggle, she could no longer use any other means.

Golden light emanated from her body.

Seeing Semiramis subdued and beginning to retreat, Joan of Arc breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the ground, exhausted. The golden barrier surrounding her also dissipated.

Whether it was unleashing her Noble Phantasm with all her might or concentrating on preventing even the slightest bit of poison gas from invading, both were extremely draining on Jeanne's spirit.

Moreover, her Noble Phantasm had already been hit by the aftershocks of Karna's Noble Phantasm. The fact that she had been able to hold on until now was Jeanne's limit. If she had been a second later, her Noble Phantasm might not have been able to penetrate it.

But Joan of Arc was also unable to prevent the poison gas from entering.

Joan of Arc slowly lowered the flag in her hand, clenched her fists, and gazed at the Great Grail before her with a look of prayer.

As they struck Semiramis, Shirou Emiya stepped into the altar, merged with the Greater Grail, and disappeared.

At that moment, an untimely voice rang out from in front of the Holy Grail altar.

"What an epic! What madness! Even if it means burning away everything pitifully, would they stop this desire to save the world?"

Accompanied by such exaggerated words, which felt like the language used in a stage play, a burst of light particles condensed before the Greater Grail, transforming into a Servant.

He was a man dressed in medieval aristocratic style clothing, holding a pen in his hand and carrying thick books under his arm.

The man recited these lines with deep emotion, then bowed deeply in the direction of Joan of Arc.

All eyes were drawn to him. They were so engrossed in their struggle against Semiramis that they almost forgot there was another Servant on the Red side whose face had never been revealed.

"Nice to meet you all. As you can see, we are the casters from the Red team, and we have been waiting for you for a long time!"

That's what the man said.

Joan of Arc also saw through his true name in that instant.

"Shakespeare—!"

The message that Zhenming saw through caused a slight change in Joan of Arc's expression.

The serious expression on their faces softened and gradually turned into one of surprise.

William Shakespeare.

Most people know this name.

He is the most outstanding playwright in the history of British literature, one of the most outstanding writers in the history of Western literature and art, and one of the most outstanding writers in the world.

His surviving works include 38 plays, 155 sonnets, two long narrative poems, and other poems.

His plays have been translated into various major languages ​​and performed far more often than the works of any other playwright.

In terms of fame alone, this Servant's fame even surpasses that of top Servants such as Jeanne d'Arc, Karna, and Achilles, making her one of the most famous people in the world.

Unfortunately, Shakespeare wasn't even a magician during his lifetime; he was just an ordinary writer. It was only because of his fame that he was elevated to the status of a heroic spirit. He didn't actually create any amazing legends or achievements.

In other words, let alone a follower, even an ordinary magician could potentially defeat Shakespeare.

Of course, there is also the most important point: as an English writer, Shakespeare can be said to be Joan of Arc's number one hater.

Those insults were incredibly offensive, and Joan of Arc received the knowledge bestowed upon her by the Holy Grail upon learning her true name.

This is one of the reasons why she was so surprised.

Chapter 207 The Inside of the Great Grail

Quiet.

Quiet.

Quiet.

The moment he entered the Holy Grail, Shirou Emiya felt all the surrounding noise vanish, leaving only endless silence.

Everything seemed to return to calm, and Emiya felt that everything around him was silent.

He seemed to be suspended in the endless universe, constantly floating in the endless deep space.

The concepts of time and space seem to cease to exist.