FATE: Target of Grand Master

As they got closer to Chicago, Xia Yan shut his mouth and stopped talking.

The two, along with their entourage, quietly approached the battlefield. Through the observation magic that Morgan had prepared for Xia Yan in advance, Xia Yan and the others could clearly see the details of the battlefield.

The Western Army was completely surrounded by the Eastern Army. In terms of troop strength, the two armies were not much different in number, but the quality of the mechanical soldiers was still better than that of the Celtic soldiers and Yellow Turban puppet soldiers. For a short time, the troop lines were safe.

However, it was not the soldiers who decided the course of the battle, but the Servants. The scene of up to 12 Servants fighting all around was quite spectacular.

Xia Yan found it increasingly amusing. Although Chester's three Servants were fighting, they seemed to be in sync with the Eastern Army, exchanging blows like a turn-based game, clearly not paying attention. Especially Cú Chulainn and Li Shuwen, both of whom had expressions of complete disinterest, like clocking in for work.

Edison, Helena, and Arjuna, still unaware of the situation, fought with all their might against the enemy, but unfortunately, their opponents were not weak either, and the two sides could only manage a draw.

It is worth noting that at the entrance to Chicago, Xia Yan saw a familiar yet unfamiliar figure.

That cautious man with the air of an elite would actually appear here! Without a doubt, he is the Master of the Eastern Army!

"What's wrong? Do you know him?"

Lan Muyan noticed that Xia Yan's gaze was fixed on the Eastern Army's Master.

"I don't know him. By the way, can you snipe him around here?"

Lan Muyan wore a helpless expression.

"You overestimate me. Do you think this is some kind of anti-Japanese war drama where someone can kill an enemy with a single shot from 800 miles away?"

"Alright, let's turn our attention back to Chester's side."

The scene shifts, and Xia Yan comments, "I have to say, Chester is truly a master of temperature control."

Lan Muyan, who was standing to the side, did not speak this time, but he couldn't help but be curious about Xia Yan's confident demeanor.

Although he had called on himself and Nightingale, if Chester betrayed him, the number of Servants in the Western Army and the Eastern Army would still be nine against nine. Without any advantage in numbers, and with individual combat strength at a disadvantage, it was a losing situation no matter how you looked at it. Where did he get his confidence?

"Should we give Chester a shot later?" Lan Muyan suggested.

"No way." Xia Yan decisively rejected the idea.

"Why? Isn't eliminating the Master the easiest way to reduce the enemy's strength?"

"That guy must be kept alive; I need to get some information out of him."

"At a time like this, you still want to leave them alive?"

"Don't worry, my Servants are very strong."

Xia Yan gestured for his followers and Nightingale to stand up.

"Time is almost up. If we don't enter the fray soon, the Eastern Army will lose patience and get serious."

At this moment, Chester, standing beside the main tent of the Western Army, seemed somewhat uneasy.

How much time has passed? Why hasn't Xia Yan arrived yet?

Had his plan been seen through?

But even if he saw through it, it was useless. This was an open conspiracy, and he had no choice but to come, unless he was prepared to give up this trial.

If Xia Yan really doesn't come, then Chester will have no choice but to settle for second best and deal with the three Western Army NPCs, Edison, Helena, and Arjuna. In any case, he doesn't plan to stay in the Western Army after this battle.

Just as Chester was hesitating whether to wait any longer, an arrow with a heart-shaped arrowhead flew over his head and struck Fergus, who was in the middle of a fight.

"Why?"

Before he could even react, Fergus was immediately captivated and began to pull down his pants.

To prevent the scene from contaminating those around him, especially the spirits of women, Edison roared and unleashed his powerful weapon.

"Noble Phantasm! World Faith Domination!"

Fergus disappeared into the film reel and never returned.

Zhang Jiao, who was standing nearby, wanted to go and help, but Helena interfered and he was too late.

At the same time, on the other side of the battlefield, Finn looked at his pierced heart and fell down unwillingly.

"I apologize for using such a despicable tactic as a sneak attack, but that's war. If you have any grievances, come at me, Miyamoto Musashi."

Wiping the blood off his sword, Musashi said meaningfully to von Hohenheim, "Caster, how come you haven't even sustained a scratch after fighting for so long?"

Ignoring Musashi's questions, Von Hohenheim ran towards Chester without looking back, with Musashi following closely behind.

Xia Yan appeared for only a few seconds, and the Eastern Army lost two Servants. Chester, as the commander-in-chief of the Western Army's Eastern Expedition, should have been happy, but he was troubled at the moment.

He had planned to take advantage of Xia Yan's arrival and confusion to turn against him and catch him off guard, then annihilate the Western Army in one fell swoop. However, before he could even make a move, Xia Yan seemed to have a thousand-mile vision and took action first.

Seeing Xia Yan appear beside him, smiling and observing the battle, Chester felt a surge of desire to assassinate him, if Nightingale hadn't been standing next to Xia Yan at that moment.

If we lose the initiative, we'll have no choice but to call back our followers before we can take action.

Chester silently called for von Hohenheim to come back, but unexpectedly, Miyamoto Musashi also returned to Xia Yan's side.

With the number of Servants being one to two, Chester still had no chance to make a move.

"What's wrong, Chester? We defeated two Servants from the Eastern Army. You should be happy, so why do you look so worried? Is something bothering you?"

Xia Yan's words only confused Chester more.

Is he genuinely stupid or just pretending?

Chester was a little unsure about the approach of this man named Xia Yan.

Speaking of which, Xia Yan is different from Lan Muyan. He never contradicts him and often even helps him out of trouble. In Chester's eyes, Xia Yan is somewhat intelligent, but not much. Apart from his decent strength as a Servant, he is not much of a threat. It was only at this moment that Chester realized that he had misjudged Xia Yan.

Has this guy been playing dumb all along?

Now that things have come to this, Chester no longer has time to reassess Xia Yan. Since he has arrived here as planned, there is only one way out for him: death.

"Xia Yan, your surprise attack did indeed yield remarkable results, but you can't be too complacent. Mad King Cú Chulainn and Minamoto no Tameaki haven't been dealt with yet."

Chester quickly offered an explanation.

"You're right, but the most urgent task now isn't to eliminate the Eastern Army's followers, but to find a way to break through their encirclement. Fortunately, most of our soldiers are mechanical, so we don't feel too guilty about abandoning them. I'll take Edison and the others to retreat first, and Chester, you'll cover the rear, how about that?"

Chester was taken aback. He hadn't expected that Xia Yan would still be trying to escape after killing two Servants. That wouldn't do.

"Xia Yan, aren't you pushing me into a fire pit by making me cover the retreat alone?"

"Chester, who was it yesterday who said they'd be willing to court-martial him if we failed? Besides, having you cover the rear is giving you a chance to redeem yourself."

Xia Yan's tone instantly turned cold.

It was a trap; it was all a trap.

Chester suddenly felt as if his roles as hunter and Xia Yan as prey had been reversed.

"Xia Yan, aren't you going a bit too far? You're leaving me alone to face the Mad King and Yuan Weichao. What's the difference between that and sending me to my death?"

Despite Chester's dissatisfaction, Xia Yan smiled.

"If I remember correctly, before I arrived, Chester, didn't you also face the Mad King and Minamoto no Michika alone? How come you could do it then but not now? Besides, there's no joking in the military. I confirmed it with you several times yesterday. Do you still want to pretend nothing happened?"

"Xia Yan, don't push me!"

Unable to offer a reasonable explanation, Chester could only resort to a menacing expression he had never shown before, and thus resort to threats.

"I'm forcing you. What, are you going to betray us and join the Eastern Army?"

Xia Yan showed no intention of backing down.

Chester gave a cold laugh, completely dropping the pretense.

"Let me tell you the truth, I've been an undercover agent for the Eastern Army from the very beginning. So what if you killed two Servants? From this moment on, my three Servants will fight for the Eastern Army."

Having said that, Cú Chulainn, the Mad King, who had been cleared a path by Beowulf, charged straight at Xia Yan and pierced his heart with a spear.

Chester looked on with delight as he watched the blood flowing from Xia Yan's mouth and chest.

It worked!

Once the Master is killed, his Servants will soon disappear and no longer pose a threat, and the battle will end in victory for the Eastern Army.

However, Chester's lips had barely curled into a smile when Musashi killed von Hohenheim beside him at almost the same time.