Type-Moon: Root Seiko

Luo Zhen silently sided with Irisviel and Artoria, finding his own homage princess and knight king to be more gentle.

Joking aside, he immediately said, "It's time to press on with this momentum."

"He is, after all, a monarch. That flaw won't last long, and the Holy Seal of the Demon-Suppressing Realm probably won't affect the Heroic Spirits."

"Rider, you go up from the air and try to draw away the defenses. We'll catch up in a speedboat right away."

“Excellent! It’s interesting that opponents from different camps are united in their hatred of the villains. I’ll take the lead!”

The magnanimous King Conqueror had no objection to Luo Zhen's arrangements and immediately summoned an oxcart.

He picked up Waver, who was vomiting and looking utterly disoriented, from the side... The kid's pitiful amount of magic power was so great that he was almost killed just by the aftershocks of Hiel's attack.

But there was no time for him to rest now. The Conqueror King laughed heartily, ignoring his pleas for mercy, and with a flick of the reins, he took off immediately!

Sister Hier did not continue firing the "Conviction" gun.

The exaggerated, alien-shaped giant bow contracted and deformed, eventually transforming into an assault rifle.

...Assault rifle (ο€€€€д€€)??

"Stop complaining, you should be happy."

Luo Zhen put his arm around Joan of Arc's shoulder and explained to the deeply shocked woman:

"You probably never had any contact with people from a legitimate church during your lifetime. In fact, the Agents have always been very trendy and adept at using modern technological weapons."

"After all, one of the Church's major tasks is to hunt down Dead Apostles. Humans certainly can't compete with the Dead Apostles, who deny human history."

"What's actually more useful is the most advanced stone of our time. Just like the beaded giant (The Thames), the newer and more widespread the materials and concepts, the more powerful it will become, eventually swallowing up the entire human civilization."

Hiel: "Oh dear, I'm getting more and more curious about your true identity, Lord Luo. Your knowledge is truly astounding; you didn't even show the slightest surprise at my 'Seventh Holy Scripture.'"

The nun, dressed in her battle attire, still smiled brightly, but also subtly exuded a powerful aura.

Luo Zhen returned a hearty smile, indicating that there would definitely be an opportunity to discuss this in detail in the future.

Now is the time to throw stones.

Chiel decides to stay in Fuyuki City to clean up the golems and protect the civilians, leaving the cruise ship at sea to the participants of the Holy Grail War.

After the cruise ship was brought to a standstill, the overwhelming army of golems temporarily ceased its reinforcements.

Youzhu controlled the Thames Giant as it entered the sea, growing larger and larger as it attacked the cruise ship.

Orange controlled the port's puppets to launch a reserve of speedboats. Over a hundred small speedboats set off in batches to harass the area.

Luo Zhen, Canaan, and Irisviel's three teams of leaders and followers quickly arrived at the port and each boarded a speedboat controlled by a puppet.

Irisviel gathered her long hair, which was being blown by the sea breeze, and felt the salty seawater rushing towards her.

She laughed heartily: "Wow, Artoria!"

"We should all be rivals fighting each other, but now we are fighting against a common enemy for the same goal: to uphold the rules and protect civilians!"

"I'm so glad I could participate in this Holy Grail War! Although I've heard that magicians are all cunning and vicious, Ryou and the others are all so nice~!"

"...Hmm. So we still have to see things for ourselves to truly understand the people and things in the world."

The Knight King's gaze was one of doting affection, yet tinged with a touch of sadness and regret.

If the Holy Grail could truly be used as a wish-granting machine, how she wished she could wish for Irisviel to have a normal lifespan.

This girl deserves a happy life.

We should enjoy the entire process from youth to old age and experience every stage of life.

The mature King of Knights had no wish to make for himself.

But regarding this homunculus Master...

Like Mordred, who wasn't considered his own child, and who ultimately rebelled against him.

If I give her more care and let her experience the happiness that comes with being human, perhaps...

"Watch out, the counterattack is coming!"

Luo Zhen's shouts brought the Knight King back to reality from his reverie.

The luxury cruise ship was approaching, several kilometers away.

Thanks to Hiel's holy protection, the cruise ship's defensive barrier hasn't been reactivated yet, so there's no need to worry about magic cannon fire.

However, numerous flying golems, mixed with hundreds of cursed ancient vengeful spirits, launched attacks on the speedboat controlled by the puppets.

The larger numbers were held back by the Conqueror King, who was piloting an oxcart in the air. The booming thunder attracted a large number of golems and vengeful spirits, drawing a large group of pursuers behind him.

The Servants and Masters on the speedboat each shot down the attacking flying golems, but their positions ultimately limited their effectiveness.

“I have the blessing of walking on water.”

The Knight King shouted, "I will open the passage. But someone needs to clear out those rabble first before the Masters can pass."

"The Conqueror!"

Luo Zhen raised his hand cannon "Rose" and blasted a gargoyle to pieces, shouting at the sky at the same time.

The burly, red-haired man piloting the oxcart in the air glanced at him... and revealed a fierce smile:

"I get it! I don't know how you knew about my Noble Phantasm, but your intelligence network is truly impressive!"

"Under such circumstances, I will never betray this trust!"

The conqueror of the skies, making the thunder of the divine bull resound even further across the sea, accompanied by unrestrained laughter:

"Although it would take too much of the kid's magic to fit the cruise ship in, dealing with the small fry is still a piece of cake."

"Feel honored, vengeful spirits! And Caster, who controls the heartless golem! You will witness a truly unparalleled army, a true unity of purpose!"

"This is my Noble Phantasm—'Ionian Hetairoi'!"

The Conqueror King delivered his declaration with great flair, his immense magical power spreading out instantly... and then he vanished.

His oxcart, along with all the gargoyles and vengeful spirits within a radius of several kilometers, vanished from the real world.

They were all pulled into the Conqueror King's inherent barrier, facing the army that claimed to be able to conquer the world.

Taking advantage of the opening, the Knight King immediately leaped onto the sea and summoned his beloved horse out of thin air.

Under her protection, even his warhorse could walk on the sea as if it were flat ground.

"Look closely, the Holy Lance is about to break down."

Luo Zhen whispered to Joan of Arc beside him.

The Holy Spear in the Knight King's hand, gleaming with light, shone even brighter, connecting the sky and the earth.

The "spear" has become a "pillar of light," which is its original form.

Fixed at the edge of the world, the power of the Wedge of Light is strictly bound in the hands of the King of the End, pulsating with a roaring release.

Artoria's eyes shone with a golden light, radiating divine aura:

"Rhongomyniad, the spear that shines at the end!"

Chapter 77 and the First Emperor have quite a lot in common.

When Hierle's "Seventh Holy Scripture - Death of the Sinners" struck the sea, Kenneth's protective barrier for concealing the cruise ship completely failed.

This greatly shocked him, and his magic circuits almost went berserk!

The slick-back-haired director retched and knelt on the ground, enduring excruciating pain as his veins bulged all over his body.

"Damn it! Why does that proxy have such powerful attire? Could she be someone from the Burial Agency?!"

Why would an expert on the Dead Apostles become the overseer of the Holy Grail War...?

Kenneth, who had just been making bold pronouncements, immediately wavered.

But before he could regain his composure, Caster Avisbro's calm voice came even faster:

"Is it a ceremonial garment created from the magical foundation of the Christian system? I've heard that in this era, its followers have exceeded two billion."

"With such a solid foundation, it's no wonder that it continues to be active in improvement in this era. It's a pity about the Kabbalah... Oh Master, don't worry."

Avisbron seemed to only then remember that he still had a Master, and casually comforted him:

"Although the cruise ship's defense system was completely down, my workshop is still intact."

"As long as the mana supply is restored, I can immediately create several times more golems than the one that attacked just now."

Kenneth immediately shouted, "Then hurry up and build it! I want to see those church women die!"

"Unfortunately, it's not possible."

Avisbro wasn't offended by Kenneth's hysteria; it was something he had deliberately orchestrated.

There's not even a need to directly use magic.

By subtly incorporating flattery and guidance into daily interactions, altering the base's layout under the pretext of setting up a workshop, mixing in specific colors and decorations, and then having the maid-type golem that takes care of his life give him suggestive actions.

All these details, when piled up, can become a mental labyrinth that influences a person's personality and emotional changes.