After unlocking all CGs, a Type-Moon girlfriend comes knocking.

Previously, Vortigern was able to be fearless because he knew that Alvin did not have the Holy Spear in his hand, and he had lost the magic supply from his master. Even if it was a protracted war, he would definitely be the final winner.

But now...

Alvin [appeared alone], and with the Holy Sword of the Star in his hand...

Vortigern had already begun to back down in his heart, but he still maintained a bit of composure.

He knew very well that if he made even the slightest move to retreat, the magic power of the Holy Sword of the Star would instantly burst out towards him.

"I never thought we would meet like this during the Holy Grail War... Logically, berserkers are supposed to be servants stripped of their 'rationality'. Apparently, you're cheating, aren't you?"

Alvin stared silently at the mythical 'fairy' man before him and said slowly, "Your master should be Irisviel, right?"

A hint of surprise flashed across Hisau Maiya's beautiful eyes.

Even though they haven't leaked anything about Irisviel since the Holy Grail War began...

He hired Emiya Kiritsugu to participate in this Holy Grail War and made everyone think that he was one of the seven masters...but in fact, the real master of Berserker was Irisviel.

Hisau Maiya thought they had done this matter perfectly, but she never imagined that Saber had already known the secret.

Vortigern was stunned for a moment, then quickly laughed: "You guessed right, my master is indeed not Emiya Kiritsugu... But give up, my master is beyond your perception."

"Alvin, I'm different from you. As early as when I accepted the summons, I had already asked the Master to hide."

"After all, once the Master dies, the Servant, without the supply of mana, will quickly become a worthless creature, even inferior to a familiar, until they eventually become mere nutrients for the Holy Grail."

"If I were you, I would save my magic power now, and then find the next master as soon as possible, praying that she would sign a contract with me..."

Vortigern looked at Alvin, then glanced at the Holy Sword of the Star in his hand with some fear.

He slowly circled Alvin and said, "Although we were enemies in the past, since you and I are both dead, there's no need to decide the winner, right?"

"If we continue to fight till the end, you will definitely be the one to die."

"Are you stalling for time?"

Alvin seemed to have noticed something, and the pair of golden eyes under the mask stared at Vortigern quietly.

He is a white dragon, but so is Vortigern.

In the game CG, they completed the transfer of power between the old and new White Kings, and now, the new king and the old king appeared in a Holy Grail War at the same time.

This should have been an earth-shattering battle, but Vortigern was the first to "cowardly".

Or perhaps, he was already a little scared when he saw the Holy Sword of the Star.

No one would be willing to fight with a dying trapped beast, not to mention that Alvin has the Sword of Stars that can save the world in his hand.

"Are you thinking that since I've lost my master's mana supply, there's no need for me to fight to the death?"

Alvin's voice echoed faintly in the silent rooftop: "Even in my Servant state, it's impossible for me to unleash the full might of the Holy Sword of the Star... Is that what you think?"

Futigeng's eyes flickered slightly. For some reason, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Logically speaking, without the magic supply from Aika Shajo, Alvin's magic should be dissipating all the time.

But from the beginning, Alvin's magic power not only did not dissipate, but it seemed that something in the dark was supplying him with magic power.

"There's no sign of your magic power draining away... Is someone supplying you with magic power?" Vortigern finally noticed something unusual.

Alvin said nothing, but just stared at Vortigern quietly through the eyes of the white mask.

"The Holy Sword of Stars is a Noble Phantasm that surpasses EX. Normally, a Servant can only use it once before their magic power is almost exhausted."

"Now for the questions—"

"Guess how many times I can use the Holy Sword's Noble Phantasm in my current state?"

For some reason, Vortigern's heart suddenly beat violently.

Under his uncertain and terrified gaze, Alvin slowly raised the Holy Sword of the Star.

The magic power of the root rushed into the body frantically, and the golden magic power of the Holy Sword of the Star soared into the sky, completely lighting up the night!

Chapter 116: Commit Suicide, Berserker (4.5K)

The blazing and dazzling golden magic power condensed in the Holy Sword of the Star, as if completely illuminating the entire night sky.

Vortigern's pupils suddenly contracted, and at this moment, he suddenly felt a familiar feeling.

When he was in Britain in the past, he once devoured the glory of the Holy Sword in the form of a dragon. The Knights of the Round Table could not resist his power. If it were not for Alvin and Morgan's design, and the existence of the Holy Lance, perhaps Britain would have restarted the Age of Gods by now.

Now, this damn sense of déjà vu has returned.

However, the holy spear that once killed it has become the [Holy Sword of the Stars], which is said to be able to cut through stars.

Even for Alvin in his servant state, the power of the Holy Sword of the Stars should not be underestimated.

Vortigern instinctively wanted to retreat, but he had no way to retreat because Alvin had locked onto him from the beginning.

"You overestimate yourself, Alvin! What's the use of the Holy Sword of the Stars? You are just a Servant. There is no way you can unleash the Holy Sword of the Stars' full power!"

Vortigern finally broke through his inner fear and growled hysterically, "I was able to devour the Holy Sword in the past, and I can do it now!"

Compared to his calm demeanor just now, he now looked more like a berserker, as if he had fallen into complete madness and was fighting only through instinct.

And at this moment, a sacred voice seemed to come from the Holy Sword of the Star.

——Roundtable vote.

In fact, under normal circumstances, the Holy Sword of the Stars' Noble Phantasm also has EX-level anti-city power.

But EX is the limit of the Noble Phantasm, not the limit of the Holy Sword of the Stars.

When the round table vote began, voices of "agreement" seemed to be faintly heard from Thirteen's restraints.

[Acknowledge][Arthur][Bedivere][Gareth][Lancelot][Mordred][Galahat][Kay]

In just a few seconds, the sound of "acknowledgement" echoed on the rooftop one after another.

After half of the thirteen seals were lifted, the holy sword in Alvin's hand turned into a shining sword that saved the stars.

Noticing the movement on the rooftop, servants from all sides subconsciously looked in the direction of the rooftop.

A golden beam of light pierced through the sky and earth. Feeling this magical power, Morgan le Fay couldn't help but mutter subconsciously, "Is he crazy?"

She knew exactly what it meant to surpass a servant's magical output.

Even though Alvin possesses the magic power given by the root, he is not truly connected to the root.

If Shajo Aige is directly connected to the source, then Alvin is indirectly receiving the magic power of the source...to put it bluntly, it's wifi.

There is an upper limit to the magic power possessed by a servant. Once the Noble Phantasm released by Alvin exceeds this limit, there may be a risk of disappearing.

What kind of enemy did he encounter that required him to use the Holy Sword of the Star?

"Is this Saber's true Noble Phantasm?"

Gilgamesh's scarlet eyes were fixed on the rooftop in the distance, and he seemed to be suddenly filled with interest.

He could feel that the power of the Noble Phantasm released by Alvin at this moment might far exceed the limit of what a servant could achieve.

However... after this time of using the Noble Phantasm, his magic power has almost reached its limit.

Thinking of this, Gilgamesh was about to set off, intending to go and see the battle on Saber's side for himself.

However, at this moment, a figure blocked his way.

Gilgamesh narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of coldness in his scarlet pupils: "Caster... Your courage in standing before me is commendable, but do you understand the consequences?"

"No servant can get close to him now. That's all I know."

Altria spoke calmly, but the 'Staff of Selection' in her hand seemed to be suppressing terrifying magical power.

She didn't know if there was any hatred between Gilgamesh and Alvin, but one thing was certain: the servants on each side of the Holy Grail War had their own stance.

Even if there is no hatred between the two... there is no guarantee that the other party will secretly attack Alvin when approaching him.

"Is that so... you're worried about Saber and don't want anyone to disturb his battle? It seems my initial guess was correct. Are you indeed someone Saber knows?"

While Gilgamesh was guessing, he looked at Altria for a few times and said, "A relationship between superior and subordinate... or, lovers?"

"Never mind. This prince is not interested in your affairs... But since you dare to stand in front of this prince—"

As Gilgamesh spoke, he slowly raised his right hand.

The golden halo behind him suddenly lit up like ripples!

A delighted smile spread across his face. "As a token of appreciation for your courage, I will give you the reward you deserve!"

In an instant, countless treasures were suddenly launched from the king's treasure!

Seeing this, Mordred was about to step forward, but at this moment, a thunderous light suddenly erupted from the "chariot" in the distance.

The Conqueror King stood on his chariot, staring at Mordred, and said in a deep voice, "Lancer, if you're just going to stand by and watch, I won't intervene. But if you're planning on going two against one... then I can only help this golden fellow."

Although the Conqueror King looks rough, he is actually quite delicate. From the moment the caster appeared, he had already noticed something was wrong.

Because from Saber's reaction just now, it seems that he and Caster know each other... and as Archer said, the two have a close relationship.

Once they form an alliance... the situation of the Holy Grail War will be completely different.

Mordred snorted coldly, "Even if Archer hadn't happened... the outcome between us hasn't been decided yet, Rider."

If Alvin hadn't appeared just now, the battle between Mordred and the King of Conquerors might have already been decided.

Seeing that the King of Conquerors was actually provocative, Mordred's desire to win was aroused once again.

"Retreat first, Lancer."

However, before she could do anything, Kenneth, who had been hiding in the dark, finally spoke.

"Tonight's battle involves too many people... There's no need for us to get involved in this mess."

Mordred was stunned for a moment, and seemed a little unwilling: "But——"