Type-Moon: Root Seiko

After a while.

Under Luo Zhen's irresistible smile, Webber rubbed his inexplicably bloated stomach and followed him out of the house step by step.

Neither Luo Zhen nor Joan of Arc spoke; they simply led Weber to a vast open space in the suburbs.

Weber seemed to understand the meaning, and stopped walking after a certain distance.

Only when they were about thirty meters apart did Luo Zhen and Jeanne turn around to face the magician who was trembling like a withered branch in the darkness.

Luo Zhen was very direct: "I want to say that I have no ill intentions, but I'm sure you won't believe me too much, Webber. I understand."

"So let's be frank. The heroic spirit beside you can also appear, if you're willing."

"Hahaha! I really like the phrase 'open and frank,' it has a kind of joyful feel to sharing a feast with your opponent before a big battle!"

Accompanied by that thunderous, booming voice, a giant red-haired man appeared beside Webber.

His arm was almost as thick as Webber's waist, making the poor young magician look even more frail.

Seeing Webber instinctively hide behind the red-haired giant's cloak, Luo Zhen shook his head with amusement.

He didn't beat around the bush and asked directly, "Waveber, how do you provide magic power for the heroic spirits you summon?"

"And why did you summon a Heroic Spirit before you even arrived in Fuyuki City, and before the Greater Grail had even begun to provide magical energy? This is important, please answer me."

Chapter 62 Joan of Arc's Noble Phantasm

"what?"

After hearing Luo Zhen's words, Weber almost wrote the radicals and components incorrectly.

He felt that the handsome, rich, and successful man in front of him was probably crazy (compared to himself).

Otherwise, he was clearly a participant in the Holy Grail War, and had Heroic Spirits by his side; he should have been the one fighting against him.

Now he asks himself the secret of offering magic to heroic spirits, as if he really believes he can answer him?

(Ah, I get it now), Weber suddenly realized.

He must look down on himself.

Just like those rich kids in the clock tower, just like that mean-spirited blond lecturer!

From the very beginning, they never saw themselves as a threat.

Even if he stole Kenneth's relics, actually came to this island nation in the Far East, and actually summoned the great ancient king!

They didn't even look at him properly, still thinking of him as a coward who would answer any question and say anything if he was scared a little!

"Hey, kid."

The red-haired king lowered his voice, glancing at his master's trembling fist.

"Anger is not all bad; don't let emotions cloud your judgment."

"If you want to prove yourself, you should do it the right way."

"Of course I know! I'm a magician too!"

Waver cried out, his voice trembling with sobs, but his gaze toward the Heroic Spirit was filled with tears.

He almost pleaded, "Rider! Fight for me, and win! You're the strongest Heroic Spirit, right? Then you'll definitely beat them!"

"..."

The red-haired king didn't say much to his Master's self-destructive attitude.

He only looked at Rozen across from him and Joan of Arc beside him.

At Luo Zhen's nod, Joan of Arc's aura swept across her body.

Her sweet, everyday outfit of a short skirt and stockings instantly transformed into solemn silver armor. A sacred banner, unfurling in the wind, also appeared in her hands.

This made the magnanimous king grin, and he even nodded with a hint of gratitude.

He knew that the master and servant opposite him had responded to his wish and were willing to fight.

The King of Conquerors lifted his Master up by the hand:

"Be happy, kid! The war you've been waiting for has arrived!"

"This is your first time on the battlefield, the first step in your coming-of-age ceremony!"

"Any immaturity will be tempered by wind and thunder! Even if you don't want to, you will have to say goodbye to your past naivety!"

While Webber was still confused and struggling, the King straightened his chest and finished his speech.

He drew his ancient-style sword from his waist and slashed at the sky, tearing through space!

Accompanied by surging thunder and magical energy, a magnificent chariot, pulled by two imposing divine bulls, galloped towards them.

And the red-haired king, with one hand, leaped up, carrying his Master, and grasped the reins amidst Waver's pitiful cries:

"Come forth, unknown heroic spirit! Witness the blessing of the great god Zeus, and my charge to conquer all!"

"My name is Iskandar! I have appeared in this Holy Grail War as the Rider Throne! O maiden, radiating holy light, state your name!"

"Using the charge of a chariot to ask a question? That certainly has the aura of an ancient king."

Having received permission from Rōjin to fight, Jeanne d'Arc fearlessly charged head-on towards the chariot.

Luo Zhen will not participate in the battle; this is a friendly sparring match between two heroic spirits.

Joan of Arc's mission in this battle was to prove the strength of her side—to directly withstand the charge of Alexander the Great, one of the most influential monarchs in human history!

"I am Jeanne d'Arc. Master Ryoma's Servant, Saber Jeanne d'Arc!"

"Oh?!"

When Joan of Arc waved her banner and actually smashed a charging bull head-on with her spear, even the Conqueror King standing on the wagon couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

These two robust bulls pulling the chariot both possess divine blood, and their strength far surpasses that of ordinary creatures.

But Joan of Arc withstood the thunder and lightning that swept up during their charge, and no matter how the sweeping lightning struck her body, it could not leave a single scorch mark on her gleaming silver armor.

Even her eyes grew brighter and brighter.

With a loud shout, one of the divine bulls was forced to derail its running path!

The bull of God bellowed, its sharp horns struck violently by the holy banner.

This caused it to deviate from its running angle while running headlong, almost colliding with its companion next to it.

The Conqueror King on the chariot immediately pulled the reins, using his superhuman strength to control the divine bull, forcing the chariot to soar straight into the sky through the void!

The speed, far more thrilling than a roller coaster, left Webber clinging desperately to the car, his face ashen as he struggled to hold back his vomit.

The conqueror king, driving his oxcart at an almost vertical angle and galloping across thunderbolts, let out a laugh louder than thunder:

"Hahahaha! What an impregnable female general! What an indestructible saint!"

"You're clearly Saber, but your weapon is a long spear-like military banner! Then I'll force you to draw that sword from your waist!"

The Conqueror King then slapped the reins and accelerated once more!

While Joan of Arc did indeed possess the defensive capability to withstand chariots head-on, that was contingent on the Conqueror King, who had a superior mobility, deliberately ramming into her.

But classic chariots weren't only used for ramming.

Using the blades of the wheels and the attacks of the crew on the chariots would be a more effective way to inflict damage.

In a true cavalry tactic, the Conqueror King used his superb riding skills to maneuver two divine bulls, sending them chariots past Joan of Arc time and again, yet avoiding her direct counterattacks.

The sweeping lightning bolts ravaged the earth time and again, leaving behind horrific scorch marks on the ground.

Joan of Arc remained steadfast, waving her holy banner with prophetic insights to absorb the thunderous impact.

But with the thunderclaps becoming more and more frequent, it's impossible for this saintess to have emerged completely unscathed.

The Conqueror King made a keen judgment: even this saintess has her limits; a sustained, relentless attack is the only way to win!

"Ora Ora Ora!!!"

Once again, the chariots brushed past each other, and the Conqueror drew his sword and slashed at Joan of Arc. The sword and the flagpole collided violently!

In that instant, the Conqueror King clearly saw the saintess's expression of pain, her resolute brows furrowing noticeably.

...This is the opportunity!

The Conqueror King, trusting his war instincts, ruthlessly extracted the magical energy provided by his Master:

"Distant Devastation and Domination!!!"

Joan of Arc immediately understood that it was one of the Conqueror King's treasures.

The divine bull and chariot that liberated the true name, their awe-inspiring presence was as if the great god Zeus himself had been present, sweeping away thousands of troops with the force of thunder.

Although the King of Conquerors had no intention of attacking the enemy Master.

However, simply being within the affected area makes one highly susceptible to being hit by the dense lightning strikes.

Therefore, Jeanne d'Arc did not hesitate to retreat to Rōzen's side and used the Holy Banner to attract the lightning strike in advance to prevent her Master from being injured.

To the Conqueror King, this was certainly a demonstration of loyalty, but also a clumsy one!