FATE: Target of Grand Master

Xia Yan had the illusion that being inside the protective shield was more dangerous than being outside, and even felt a sense of resentment towards Yuan Weichao's treasure for being so useless.

Just as Xia Yan's brain was spinning at high speed like a race car engine on a track, he saw Edison, and a glimmer of hope appeared before him.

He rushed over to offer his condolences: "President Wang, I know you trust Chester, but it's a pity he didn't cherish it. However, Lan Muyan and I remain firmly on the side of the Western Army. Please don't let Chester's personal actions prejudice you against us. The battle is not over yet, and we need to unite now."

Edison nodded, his sad expression making his beard droop, but he quickly rallied.

"Thank you for your comfort, Xia Yan. I'm still on the battlefield, and I know what I need to do."

While talking with Edison, Xia Yan glanced at Morgan from time to time. Morgan still had his arms crossed, his neck held high, and his head turned away, with a somewhat arrogant expression.

Okay, it's alright now. After this battle is over, we can say a few nice words and everything should be fine.

Xia Yan, who had just relaxed, was startled when a hand suddenly patted his shoulder. He turned around and saw that it was Lan Muyan.

"You startled me. Is something wrong?"

Lan Muyan looked around, then asked in a very mysterious tone, "Can you tell me why you have four followers?"

Xia Yan glanced at Lan Muyan and replied, "Friend, every piece of information has value. You're not trying to get it for free, are you?"

Lan Muyan scratched his head awkwardly.

Having lost a Servant, Lan Muyan desperately wanted to know how Xia Yan had acquired another Servant. If there was a chance to replenish his Servant, he could make up for his losses in this trial and wouldn't always be at a disadvantage.

"I..."

"We'll talk later; the Noble Phantasm's effect is about to wear off. I'll take command from now on. We're now significantly ahead in terms of Servant numbers, and our combat strength is no longer a concern. We can now have a proper fight with the Eastern Army."

Xia Yan first boosted the morale of the Western Army, especially Edison and his men, and then began to make arrangements.

"Although Minamoto no Michizane's Noble Phantasm didn't harm us, the Western Army's mechanical soldiers outside the protective shield were definitely wiped out by it. So, President, Helena, you must have been quite exhausted from the previous battle, so you'll be in charge of dealing with the Eastern Army's soldiers. Don't let them surround me and Lan Muyan. Lan Muyan, your Servants should be more familiar with each other's combat coordination, so I won't separate them. Souji and Robin Hood, assist Arjuna in making sure to take down Minamoto no Michizane. Morgan, you'll have to deal with the Mad King Cú Chulainn. Musashi, you'll deal with Li Shuwen. Euryale and Nightingale, you two will team up to deal with Zhang Jiao. If Medb appears, I'll make further adjustments."

"Wait a minute, Master, let me deal with the Mad King."

Just as Xia Yan finished setting things up, the space in front of him distorted, and Cú Chulainn walked out from inside.

Compared to before, Cú Chulainn's muscles were noticeably more muscular, and the blue bodysuit looked even tighter on him. Morgan, standing beside him, also raised her eyebrows in a very rare manner, because she noticed that Cú Chulainn's spirit origin level had improved significantly.

"I thought you weren't planning on coming."

Xia Yan punched Cú Chulainn in the chest.

Cú Chulainn gently rubbed the spot where Xia Yan had struck him and replied, "I said I would come, and I will. Leave the Mad King to me."

"You really don't need Morgan's help?"

"Xia Yan, please believe me."

"Alright. Morgan, you go deal with Zhang Jiao and slow down their troop deployment. Euryale, you assist by disrupting their Celtic soldiers. Nightingale, stand by to prevent Medb from launching a surprise attack and to heal wounded Servants. This time, we don't need to hold back at all. Apart from their two Masters, we don't need to spare a single one."

After the adjustment was completed, the power of Minamoto no Tameaki's Noble Phantasm had completely diminished, and everyone filed out to find their own opponents.

After observing the immense destructive power of the source of the Chao treasure through binoculars, Li Zhuang had only two words in his mind: Victory.

None of the enemy Servants could withstand the attack of this Noble Phantasm. Even if a few Servants were lucky enough to survive, they could simply be finished off with a single blow.

He took out a spherical prop, ready to hand it over to Chester.

Chester, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but burst into laughter after seeing Minamoto no Tameaki's Noble Phantasm attack.

Hahahaha.

Despite losing two Servants, at least he was still alive. Compared to Xia Yan and Lan Muyan, who had been blasted into dust, he was still the winner.

He himself was responsible for the collapse of the Western Army, and he personally orchestrated the course of this trial. He was the most capable Master in this trial.

Looking at the somewhat deranged Chester, Beowulf felt no joy at all; a persistent sense of unease lingered in his heart.

As the power of Minamoto no Tameaki's Noble Phantasm began to wane, the smoke and dust it created also began to spread. Li Zhuang and Chester were both watching intently, hoping to see the miserable figures of the Western Army after the smoke and dust dissipated.

However, before the smoke and dust had completely dissipated, the followers of the Western Army emerged from it and began searching for their targets.

"How is this possible!"

Li Zhuang and Chester spoke in unison.

How could the Western Army possibly emerge unscathed from Minamoto no Tameaki's Noble Phantasm attack?

Before he could even think about the reason, Li Zhuang was the first to react and commanded his followers to resume the battle.

"Zhang Jiao, inform Maeve that the situation is dire and she must immediately release the twenty-eight monsters! Quickly!"

Just as Li Zhuang finished issuing the order, a black gun shot out from the smoke and dust, its target Zhang Jiao.

Ten Yellow Turban puppet soldiers immediately jumped out in front of Zhang Jiao to defend him, but the black spear easily pierced through the puppet soldiers' defenses as if it were air, pinning Zhang Jiao, who was trying to dodge, to the spot.

Looking at the black spear piercing his abdomen, Zhang Jiao was more shocked than in pain.

Although his combat strength as a Servant is not particularly strong, the defense of ten puppet soldiers is enough to block most non-Noble Phantasm attacks. Who could possibly pierce through him from such a distance with an almost one-hit kill?

Li Zhuang, who was observing through a telescope, shared the same shock and confusion.

He soon had his answer.

Morgan hovered in front of Zhang Jiao, holding a cross wand, looking down at him with an imperial arrogance.

"Morgan? Isn't this only the fifth singularity? How can there be Morgan here!"

Even Li Zhuang, who had always maintained an elite style, couldn't hold back any longer.

"What did you say? Morgan?"

Chester, who was standing nearby, quickly took out his binoculars as well.

Yes, that figure was indeed Morgan, but how could that be?

Did BB add some hidden mechanism to this trial?

The two of them haven't considered the possibility that this is Xia Yan or Lan Muyan's servant yet, because they subconsciously believe that no one can summon and control Morgan.