Crossover Anime: Collecting Treasures from All Worlds Starting with Type-Moon

Kenneth was in a terrible state; his eyes were lifeless, he had a scar the size of a bowl on his left shoulder, and blood kept flowing from the corner of his mouth.

When he concentrated all his magical defenses but was hit by the Origin Bullet, his journey in this Holy Grail War came to an end, and he became the first Master to be eliminated in the Fourth Holy Grail War.

"By the Command Spell, my Servant, please come to my side."

Kenneth was still alive at this point; the Archibald family was, after all, a family of magicians with a long and distinguished lineage, and his body had also undergone some magical modifications. But even so, it was unlikely he would survive.

"Master is in danger!"

Diarmuid, who was still locked in combat with Lancelot, instantly sensed an ominous aura. However, before he could think further, the power of the Command Seal pulled him away from the scene.

Diarmuid, who came to Kenneth's side, was heartbroken to see that Kenneth was practically dead. He was heartbroken that he had not been by his lord's side when he suffered two consecutive times.

"Magician, I'll kill you!" Diarmuid roared, raising his red spear in fury. His eyes were bloodshot, like those of a man-eating beast.

Just then, a sudden voice rang out in front of him.

"Before that, I hope you can leave alive with your lord."

Shen Qiu, dressed in all black, had arrived at some point. He was sitting on Berserker's shoulder, and if anyone noticed, they would see that a Command Seal on his left hand had disappeared.

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Chapter Twenty-Three: The Unforgettable Lake Scenery (Seeking Flowers and Favorites)

"So that's how it is. You've formed an alliance? What despicable magicians! Will you really resort to any means to win?"

Upon seeing Shen Qiu and Lancelot appear beside Kiritsugu Emiya, he guessed the general outline of the matter: he had been being played by them all along.

Dirumdo appeared extremely grief-stricken and indignant.

Behind him, Kenneth was spitting out blood continuously. His magic circuits had been destroyed by the Origin Bullet and were going berserk. Although he was not dead yet, he was suffering a torment hundreds of times more painful than death.

"Lancelot, take him down and show me your strength."

Shen Qiu jumped off Berserker's shoulder, and with the blessing of a Command Seal, Lancelot temporarily regained his senses, which also meant that he could now use the Noble Phantasm called [Unrepentant Lake Light].

The "Not for My Own Glory" ornament that Lancelot had always worn on his head had now disappeared.

At this moment, Shen Qiu could finally see his original appearance—his purple hair was scattered, his face was extremely handsome but appeared thin and melancholy, and his eyes shone like jewels but seemed as if they might go out at any moment.

He slowly raised the sword in his hand. The longsword in Lancelot's hand, named "Lake of No Regrets," was a Noble Phantasm entrusted to humankind by the Lake Spirit, just like Artoria's Oath and the Sword of Victory.

Both sides of the sword are inscribed with Elvish script, and the blade shines like shimmering lake water; it is an indestructible object.

When Lancelot uses this sword, his Noble Phantasms "A Knight Does Not Die Barehanded" and "Not for His Own Glory" will automatically lose their effects, and in return, all of his stats will be doubled at that moment.

In other words, his original stats were already incredibly impressive, but apart from magic power, all his other stats had been raised to S! What a terrifying existence that is.

"I'm very sorry, Lancer, I haven't been able to introduce myself until now because of my berserk state."

Lancelot bowed slightly to the knight in front of him.

"My name is Lancelot! First among the Twelve Knights of the Round Table under King Arthur! In this battle, I will surely bring final victory to my lord!"

As he spoke, the Radiant Lake of No Regrets, which he held tightly in his hand, grew brighter and brighter, shimmering around everything as if moonlight were falling upon the world.

"So it was Lancelot. No wonder."

Upon hearing this, Diarmuid gave a wry smile. Everyone knew the story of King Arthur and his twelve Knights of the Round Table, and Lancelot, as the strongest knight under his command, had created a glorious record that was difficult for Diarmuid to match.

His original plan to take his lord away was probably going to be shattered.

"My name is Diarmuid Ua Ua Duibhne, the chief warrior of the Fiona Knights, often referred to as the Radiant One!" Diarmuid raised his twin pistols and charged resolutely toward Lancelot.

"O spirit of the lake, grant me strength."

Lancelot held the holy sword tightly in front of him.

"O King of the Land, grant me courage."

In an instant, the silvery moonlight that had been scattered all around seemed to be summoned and concentrated on his sword blade.

"This is the power to sever everything; all enemies will be reduced to nothingness by this single strike!"

Lancelot suddenly opened his eyes.

"This style—its name is..."

In that instant, it was as if the world had changed color and the air itself had come to a standstill.

"The lake scenery is unforgettable!"

Amidst the deafening roar and dazzling white light, even the Sharingan could hardly discern what was happening at that moment. This was power that could rival Artoria's holy sword!

"This is way too bright, it hurts my eyes..."

Slightly dazzled by the bright light, Shen Qiu smiled wryly, while Emiya Kiritsugu beside him was in no better shape. After a moment of disorientation, Shen Qiu finally saw clearly what had happened.

Lancelot's Unwavering Lake Light pierced through Diarmuid's entire body, shattering his spirit core instantly—

The Lord of the Clock Tower and his Servant Lancer were officially eliminated in the Fourth Holy Grail War, paying the price of their lives.

"I'm sorry...Master..."

After leaving behind a feeble apology, Lancer turned into specks of light and dissipated into the air. Kenneth, lying on the ground, finally breathed his last after seeing Lancer disappear.

"Berserker, you are very strong."

After watching the entire battle, Shen Qiu sighed with emotion, while Lancelot gave him a knightly salute.

"Thank you very much for your praise, Master. The Command Seals are about to expire, and I have some personal requests at this moment. I wonder if you could grant them—"

"I know what you want to say, Lancelot. I will agree to your request. Don't worry, you will be fighting her one-on-one. If possible, it would be best to shatter her obsession."

Before he could finish speaking, Shen Qiu had already begun to answer.

"Thank you."

After a burst of black mist, Lancelot returned to his original berserker form.

At this moment, Maiya drove a military off-road vehicle to the side of the road. She pulled a woman's corpse out of the vehicle and threw it next to Kenneth. It was Sora, who had been riddled with bullets.

"A family should always be together."

Shen Qiu muttered to himself.

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Chapter Twenty-Four: The Conspiracy of All Parties (Seeking Flowers and Favorites)

Shen Qiu and Kiritsugu Emiya were not the only ones concerned about the final outcome of this battle. Tokitomi Tohsaka, Waver, Kirei Kotomine, and even Irisviel were all paying close attention to the battle's result.

"Assassin couldn't see what was happening. Every time he tried to get close, Caster intercepted him. I'm sorry, Master." Kirei Kotomine said emotionlessly to Tokiomi after returning to the Tohsaka family.

Lying on the bed, Gilgamesh drank the wine in his goblet without a care in the world.

"It's alright. At least we know that Kiritsugu Emiya has allied with that mysterious Caster Master. But we still don't have any clues about that Caster Master?"

Shichen's mind was in turmoil. At first, he was full of confidence and thought he had victory in this Holy Grail War in his grasp, but now he didn't think so anymore.

In preparation for this Holy Grail War, he not only searched for the sacred relic, the world's first molted snake skin, years in advance, but also allied with the Church, which was supposed to be neutral.

At the same time, Kirei Kotomine, the son of a priest of the Holy Church, is not only a powerful agent, but also the Master of Assassin.

With such thorough preparation, there shouldn't be any more mistakes.

"I don't care. After all, I possess that Servant, and this Holy Grail will surely belong to me." Tokiomi Tohsaka looked at the distant starry sky and drank the red wine in his glass in one gulp.

On the other side, Weber was staying at his grandfather's house.

"Mr. Kenneth...is dead..."

Around dawn, the Church announced Kenneth's death to all Heroic Spirits and Masters. His body was taken back by the Church—after all, the Church was responsible for handling the aftermath of the Holy Grail War.

Having followed the Conqueror to the Church, he naturally witnessed his teacher's utterly miserable state.

His magical circuits bulged out like veins all over his body, his eyes were as white as a dead fish, and there was a scar the size of a bowl on his left shoulder. His fiancée, Sora, was covered in sores that she looked like she had been riddled with bullets.

"Is this the cruelty of the Holy Grail War? I can't do it, I can't do it, I definitely can't do it. Even a powerful magician like my teacher couldn't survive the second night, I definitely won't live much longer either. Why? Why did I have to participate in this damned Holy Grail War?"

At this moment, Waver's eyes were lifeless. He had been muttering to himself like this ever since he returned. After all, before this, he was just a student who talked back to the teacher in class, and he only came to participate in this Holy Grail War to prove himself.

However, when the bloody truth was laid bare before him, he realized how naive he had been.

"Hey, Master, although it seems I shouldn't say more, you can't go on like this." Iskandar sighed as he looked at his Master and put down the game console in his hand.

"To be honest, I don't like your teacher because, in your description, he is an arrogant and conceited person."

"And Waver, you should know that arrogant and conceited people rarely survive long on the battlefield, not only in the Holy Grail War, but on any battlefield."

Iskandar paused, then, seeing that Weber's complexion had improved slightly, continued.

"Only by remaining humble and vigilant at all times can one survive longer and ultimately achieve victory in the midst of battle."

"If one can win the Holy Grail War simply by relying on their own strength, then this Holy Grail War should not be held at all, and should be given directly to the most powerful magician."

"Pfft."

Upon hearing Rider's words, Webber couldn't help but laugh, and a lot of snot even came out.

“Of course, the most important thing is—” Iskandar stood up, flexing the massive muscles in his arms.