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

"It's alright, Saber. It was very enjoyable fighting you. Of course, it would have been even more enjoyable if your annoying Master hadn't been here."

As he spoke, Karna deliberately lingered his gaze on Gord for a moment. The fact that such a foolish Master was involved in the battle between warriors was simply an eyesore.

"You!...You!..."

Upon hearing Karna's words, Gord's face turned bright red with anger, but under the sharp gaze of the golden spearman, he ultimately couldn't utter a word.

"Judging by the time, it's about time to finish what Master instructed. Farewell!"

Faced with Gundam's A-level agility, Karna vanished from their sight in an instant; he had more important things to do.

"Clang!"

"Too slow, Holy Maiden! Are you distracted?"

To be honest, Jeanne d'Arc, as a Ruler, is not good at combat from any perspective—after all, the Ruler class was not summoned for combat, and even with the help of her inherent skill [Revelation], she is finding it increasingly difficult to cope.

"Rider!"

Joan of Arc looked at the green-haired cavalryman in front of her, wanting to say something, but in the end she just bit her lip. She needed to calm down and think of a solution.

The opponent was clearly very familiar with the Ruler class. Not only did they know that I didn't have any skills or Noble Phantasms suitable for combat, but they also knew my privileges perfectly well. Several times when I tried to use Command Seals, the opponent deliberately interrupted me.

"Well, it's about time to end this, Master's been getting a bit impatient."

After shooting Joan of Arc another dozen meters, Achilles touched his hair with a helpless expression. He hadn't expected Ruler to be so resilient; it was truly beyond his expectations.

"There's really no other way. I didn't want to use this Noble Phantasm under the original circumstances, but now it seems—there's no other way! Let's finish this quickly!"

As he spoke, the cross-shaped spear in Achilles' hand turned into spiritual particles and dissipated. Although he possessed many Noble Phantasms, perhaps because they were all too powerful, he could only use one at a time.

However—it didn't matter to him!

"Ruler, prepare to die!"

Achilles unleashed all the magic power within him, about to use one of his ultimate weapons, a chariot bestowed upon him by Poseidon, the god of the sea!

"Xanthos, Balius, Pedasos, heed my call and come to my side!"

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Chapter 234: The Undying Chariot - Jack in Action (Please Subscribe)

"This is... the immortal chariot of raging winds and raging waves!"

When Joan of Arc saw the magnificent chariot pulled by the three steeds summoned by Achilles, her heart sank. This Noble Phantasm was arguably Achilles' strongest offensive Noble Phantasm.

"Hey! Ruler! As the adjudicator, you should know what kind of Noble Phantasm this is!"

Achilles chuckled and called out to Joan of Arc. Compared to the extremely tense Joan of Arc, he was quite relaxed. After a period of fighting, he could be said to have completely figured out all of the saintess's methods.

Her defensive capabilities are extremely strong; she has dodged or avoided her own fatal blows many times. However, her fighting skills are poor; she is good at defense but lacks offensive ability. If you only use the Meteor Cross Spear, it will be very difficult to kill her in one hit.

Since that's the case, then let's unleash our strongest Noble Phantasm!

"Legend has it that the chariot was a gift from Poseidon, the god of the sea. Not only that, he also gave you two immortal divine horses—Xanshentus and Balius—along with the steed Pedasus, which you acquired through your conquests, and together they became your treasured weapon."

"The moment its true name is released, it will instantly reach the speed of sound. Due to its terrifying destructive power, it is simply a mobile meat grinder. Am I right, Rider!"

Although she was suppressed in battle, Joan of Arc was not inferior in spirit. Looking at Achilles riding in his magnificent chariot, she took a deep breath and then slammed the silver-white holy banner in her hand into the ground.

"Interesting. So even I know about the Noble Phantasm perfectly well. It seems that what that priest said was absolutely true."

"Priest? What priest?"

Joan of Arc immediately grasped the key point from Achilles' words: what did he mean by "what the priest said is absolutely true"? The perceptive saint immediately sensed that there must be something fishy going on.

"No, nothing."

Achilles suddenly pulled hard on the reins of the three horses, and at the same time, a large amount of green magic exploded from his body! And because this magic was so fierce, the poplar trees by the roadside were even torn in two!

"Are you ready, Saintess!"

Achilles gazed intently at the silver-clad saintess directly in front of him and spoke.

Tulipas.

This city is the third largest city in Romania, and its tourism and industry are extremely developed. Outside the city lies a vast plain stretching for thousands of miles.

At the same time, this is also the black team's stronghold.

City Police Department.

"Andreas, what are the results of the investigation?"

In the forensic office, Posel looked exhausted. As a senior detective in the Upper East Side, he had failed to discover anything despite six murders occurring in just one night, which was undoubtedly a dereliction of duty.

If the perpetrator cannot be brought to justice as soon as possible, then my position as an Upper East Side detective will undoubtedly be over.

"Poseidon, come and take a look."

Andreas, sitting next to the computer, had an extremely solemn expression, as if he had seen something incredible.

"Hmm, this is... a fingerprint? But this fingerprint..."

"Is it for a child?"

Poser looked at the tiny fingerprint pattern on the computer screen with a puzzled expression. It was so small that it probably belonged to a five or six-year-old child.

"Could it be a mistake, perhaps left behind by the victim's child or a neighbor's child?"

Posel shook his head incredulously. Although the fingerprints were extracted by him and his colleagues, mistakes could easily have occurred, which was quite normal.

“That’s what I thought at first too, but look at this.”

Andreas, whose hair was already turning gray, gave a wry smile. In his more than 30 years as an identification officer, this was the first time he had encountered such a bizarre situation.

"Are you... are you kidding me?!"

Looking at the webpage that Andreas had opened, Posel's pupils suddenly contracted. In the fingerprint data chart that Andreas had compiled, this fingerprint appeared at the scene of all six murder cases!

How could a five- or six-year-old girl kill six adult men?!

"What about the fingerprint comparison..."

Poser swallowed hard, sensing that something terrible might be about to happen in Tulifas.

"No, it doesn't exist in our database. However, I must remind you, Poseidon, that according to my estimation... the killer is very likely to strike again!"

Tulipas: KFC restaurant.

"Magicians have a fixed mindset. They think that if they are designing mystical objects or people, they should definitely hide in remote or dark places. But that's not always the case."

"For example, if we are in a crowded place, because there are so many people around and the flow of people is so great, our magic will be quickly diluted. Therefore, even if we are on their territory, they will hardly notice us."

Four people, two men and two women, were sitting in a window seat on the second floor. They were all typical foreigners, but they didn't attract any attention in the KFC – this is the third largest city in Romania.

To be honest, I don't know how many tourists come and go every year. Even the restaurant staff and customers are at least 80% not locals. Who cares about them?

"Hmm, so I get it now. This is what they mean by the most dangerous place being the safest place, right?"

Rin Tohsaka, holding a glass of orange juice, had a look of sudden realization on her face. She could only say that as expected of a seasoned magician, her thoughts were indeed more comprehensive than her own!

"Ahhhhhh."

"Awoo awoo"

Just as Shen Qiu was speaking eloquently, a rather discordant sound would always appear around him... chewing?

"This is so troublesome, Mr. Shen. In my opinion, why don't we just storm their stronghold head-on? No matter what kind of enemy they are, I, Mordred, will definitely cut them to pieces with my sword!"

Mordred is holding a spicy chicken burger in one hand and a Original Recipe Chicken in the other, with a large glass of Coke in front of him!

"So, how long are we going to wait here, Mr. Shen?"

Lion Robbery Jie Li picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip out of boredom. He didn't have Mordred's appetite, who could eat ten chicken burgers in one meal and still feel like it was just filling his teeth.

"It'll be quick, don't worry. At the latest, it'll be around ten o'clock. She definitely won't be able to resist, after all—"

"A magician's heart tastes far better than an ordinary person's."

Shen Qiu gazed at the bustling traffic outside the glass window, a barely perceptible smile appearing on his lips.

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Chapter 235: Clash of Treasures - My God is Here

"Are you scared, Holy Maiden? If you surrender to me now, I might let you die a quicker death!"

Achilles looked at Joan of Arc not far from him with excitement. Using this Noble Phantasm was an extremely exhilarating thing, and the feeling of being able to destroy everything in front of him was so fascinating to Achilles.

"No, Rider, I am not afraid, and I will not surrender to you!"

The petite girl in the silver armor showed no fear whatsoever. Of course, after all, she was the famous French Saint in history!

During the Hundred Years' War between England and France, she was only fifteen or sixteen years old when she led an army against England and won one victory after another. Even after being defeated and captured, she remained unyielding to the death. Even when she was burned alive, her faith never wavered.

It can be said that she embodied the kindness and courage inherent in human nature. Unconquerable courage, infinitely rich emotions, the virtues of simplicity, and the wisdom of integrity—all excellent qualities were manifested in her.

The wind howled wildly across the vast Romanian plains, while in the distant sky, a ray of dawn was quietly rising.

"Is that so? It seems I have no choice but to make you face the cruel reality, Ruler!" At this point, Achilles stopped talking and poured out a large amount of magic power from his body.

"Xanthos, Balius, Pedasos, come on!"

Achilles laughed heartily, now he was extremely happy and joyful, and everything related to him, from his body to the chariot beneath him, was imbued with his unique green magic!