Thanks for the invitation. I'm in Type-Moon, inheriting the legacy of Zi-O.

The three most threatening enemies have been dealt with; the rest are just some insignificant fodder.

Seeing that the Chaos Machine Soldiers had been defeated, Mash gripped her shield tightly and pushed it forward with all her might.

With a muffled thud, the enemy opposite her stopped attacking instantly under Mashu's counterattack, while simultaneously moving her body to keep herself from falling to the ground.

But soon, Mordred kicked him to the ground and smashed him to pieces with the hilt of her sword.

Nian Zhuo, who had thrown out two large orange pills, joined the battle bare-handed.

He rushed up to an artificial life form, his fist glowing orange, and destroyed its head.

The wriggling body stopped abruptly, and the artificial life form swayed and collapsed.

But... a snow-white tentacle suddenly appeared from behind Nian Zhuo and hooked around his neck.

"Oh—?!" Nian Zhuo was clearly slightly surprised. He raised his hand and grabbed the tentacle that was hooked around his neck. Surprisingly, it didn't break off when he pulled.

"How could this be—?" A questioning voice came from under the armor, but then he raised his head.

Moreover, after seeing Nian Zhuo get hooked around the neck by the artificial life form that attacked from behind, the automatons mechanically chose to eliminate the easiest enemy to eliminate, and one by one they twisted their arms and rushed towards Nian Zhuo.

"Just kidding~" she said playfully, a triumphant smile hidden beneath her visor.

With a crisp whooshing sound, a pair of banners behind Nian Zhuo flew out of the armor on his back, spewing steam.

A loud bang—an explosion—the gust of air that swept over the first automatons that arrived.

At the same time, Nianzhuo grabbed the tentacle on his neck with one hand and pulled it forcefully in front of him, while slightly turning his body to the side.

The artificial life form that had ambushed him from behind was instantly thrown to the ground by Nian Zhuo, who simply patted his armor off his body.

"Really... you guys can't possibly penetrate my armor." He raised both hands and caught the falling banner in his grasp.

Although holding this banner, which was over a meter long, was indeed somewhat inconvenient for fighting in an enclosed space, the road was wide enough that Nian Zhuo simply went with the flow.

Orange flags waved, sweeping away the oncoming enemies, or being shattered by the orange shockwaves, turning into scattered parts.

At the same time, Nian Zhuo also drove the tip of the flag, stabbing or picking... Although his skills were still immature, Shakespeare's influence made up for it well.

Wave after wave... Nian Zhuo and the other two fought tirelessly, accumulating a thick layer of parts around them, all of which were the automatons they had dismantled.

Shakespeare watched the battle from behind, occasionally glancing at something in his notebook with a gleam in his eyes, or perhaps giving them some buffs again.

The third wave... the fourth wave... the fifth wave... the number of automatons is decreasing visibly.

Finally, even the seemingly endless enemy finally came to an end.

The sixth wave... the seventh wave... even the artificial life forms were reduced to only a dozen or so; the previous ones... had all turned into matter that no longer moved.

Finally, after overcoming the enemy's ninth attack, all that remained were a dozen or so Chaos Machine Soldiers.

"This is... the last wave... of enemies." The prolonged and uninterrupted battle was taking its toll even on Mordred. She opened her helmet and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

“…Ugh…” Mash’s forehead was also covered in sweat. After all, a demi-Servant’s body couldn’t compare to that of a real Servant. She looked much more tired than Nian Zhuo and Mordred.

“…Alright, Mashu, you’ve done enough.” Nian Zhuo patted her head, his eyes, hidden behind the mask, softening. “Now, you should rest well too. Let’s leave the final battle to us Heroic Spirits who have no special characteristics other than fighting.”

Indeed, during the previous nine waves of enemy attacks, if Mash hadn't been at the forefront, drawing the most firepower and attacks, it would have been very difficult for Nian Zhuo and Mordred to eliminate these enemies... and they might even have been injured.

The current situation, which is merely a state of physical exhaustion, is infinitely better.

“But…” Mashu wanted to say something more, but the fact that she seemed exhausted just from holding the shield was hardly convincing.

"Alright, alright, shield-wielding... no, Mash." Mordred intended to use a playful nickname based on that person's name, but in the end, he pronounced the girl's name. "As a shield, you have fulfilled your duty of protection. Leave the rest to us [swords]."

Turning around, she gently nudged Mashu's shoulder, and the purple-haired girl fell backward as if struck by a heavy blow, landing in Ritsuka's arms, who was already prepared.

"Alright, alright, come here, let me heal you." Ritsuka lifted Mashu aside, gave Nencho and the others a thumbs up, and nodded silently.

“…” Nian Zhuo and the others nodded in response. Nian Zhuo twirled the banner in his hand and planted it on both sides of the road.

At the same time, he once again grasped a peculiar weapon in his hand—the Fire Rope Orange DJ Gun.

Nian Zhuo had been eyeing this strangely shaped weapon for a long time, back in the show.

"Are you ready, Mordred?" The silver-red knight and the orange knight stood together, behind them banners planted at both ends of the road fluttering.

"Huh? What did you say?" Mordred flicked her golden ponytail and looked at Nianzhuo beside her.

“Look, these are the flags on both sides.” Nianzhuo gestured for her to look at the flags planted on both sides. “If we let an enemy cross these flags today, then we will have failed.”

"Haha...hahaha!" Upon hearing this unexpected news, Mordred was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter. "Good! Today, not a single guy will get through here!"

At the same time, the dozen or so Chaos Mechanical Soldiers opposite them began to spew white vapor from their backs, each time spewing more vapor than the last, as if they were also gathering strength.

“Well then, I’ll go first.” Nian Zhuo pressed the button on the watch face of his armored vehicle at his waist, flipping the driver over.

“Finish Time—!” Orange flames began to gather at the muzzle of his gun.

"Kachidoki Charge!" ""

*Whoosh whoosh whoosh*—several virtual screen-like objects blocked Nian Zhuo's gun barrel.

With both hands gripping the gun handle, Nian Zhuo felt the immense power gradually gathering within it.

"—【Arrow Orange Musou Cannon】!"

Immediately afterwards, he pulled the trigger.

Huge flameballs spewed from the muzzle, piercing straight through layer after layer of the card-like light screens, becoming even hotter with each layer they passed through.

The massive projectile hurtled forward and slammed into the dozen or so Chaos Machine Soldiers.

A dazzling explosion, accompanied by a violent shockwave, swept across the area.

Mordred's golden hair flowed freely, her emerald green eyes were wide open, and Nian Zhuo stood beside her.

The two of them stared at the dazzling light without blinking, not taking a single step back.

The light faded, revealing the appearance of the enemy behind them.

Thump, thump, thump—the heavy sound of falling to the ground. The armor of the four mechanical soldiers was charred black, faintly revealing a red glow.

As for the mechanical soldier that took the brunt of Nian Zhuo's giant projectile... probably all that's left is that pool of reddish liquid.

Seeing the miserable state of their 'comrades' on the ground, the remaining mechanical soldiers' eyes flashed red, and they all stopped charging up at the same time. Countless hot steam burst from their backs as they charged towards Mordred and the others.

—But Mordred and Nianzhuo are just waiting for them to come to them.

Crimson lightning appeared on the blade. Mordred reversed the blade, gripped the hilt with both hands, and her golden hair swayed slightly under the influence of magic.

Nian Zhuo, on the other hand, took out the huge blade from the gun and pulled out the Peerless Military Knife, combining it with the DJ gun.

—Fire Rope Orange DJ Gun Greatsword Mode.

Immediately afterwards, he pressed the knob on the Gaim Watch at his waist, flipping the driver.

"Finish Time—!"

Flames gathered on the orange blade.

As before, several light screens appeared between the charging enemies and Nian Zhuo and his group.

"One? Ten? Hundred? Thousand? Trillion? Trillion? Immeasurable number!"

Each time the sound rang out, the intense light on the blade of the Nianzhuo sword would brighten a little more, until it shone brightly.

As the enemy drew closer, Mordred's magic gathered, gently lifting her hair.

The two opened their eyes at the same time and, with the same movements, unleashed opposing sword energies.

"—【Fire Rope Great Orange Unparalleled Slash】!"

The massive fiery slash, imbued with crimson lightning sword energy, formed a large 'X' shape, piercing through one light screen after another.

This time, not only the flames were amplified, but the crimson lightning was also amplified, roaring and flashing... flying towards the charging Chaos mechanical soldiers with unparalleled and unstoppable momentum.

They naturally sensed the danger of the attack and tried to dodge to the side.

However, he was surrounded by Chaos Machine Soldiers... there was nowhere to hide, and the enemy's attack speed was extremely fast, leaving him nowhere to escape.

Amidst the flashing red light of the Chaos Machine Soldiers, a fiery slash, accompanied by lightning, swept through their bodies.

...A violent explosion came from this underground space.

Roadhog time!

The blade of energy, formed by the fusion of crimson flames and lightning, slashed through the remaining mechanical soldiers' bodies.

There was no particular reaction; the cut metal turned a deep red and melted like liquid...

The internal mechanisms of the Chaos Mech were completely burned out, and any remaining parts would be rendered useless by the raging torrent of crimson lightning.

It creaked and groaned as the remaining mechanical soldiers collapsed to the ground with a dull thud.

At this point, all the enemies were completely wiped out by Nian Zhuo and his men, leaving only a scene of devastation.

After removing the watches from his waist, Kakeru transformed back into Zi-O's basic armor, and Nencho finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Mordred and Mashu, stretching their tense muscles, finally relaxed.

“Basically, they’re all wiped out—” Mordred stretched and swung his sword.

But before the words were finished, Nianzhuo, Mashu, and Ritsuka suddenly widened their eyes, their expressions filled with disbelief.

Thump, thump, thump—Mordred heard it too, the sound that vibrated her eardrums.

What? Is that my own heartbeat? —No, it isn't. Then where is this thumping sound coming from?

Mordred's emerald green eyes widened in disbelief... and she mechanically turned her head.

Fortunately—there was no one around the corner...

But that thumping sound... it sounded like footsteps, and it was getting closer and closer!

"Ah, no, it's happening again—!!" For the first time, a solemn expression appeared on Mordred's face, and her hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

"Of course!" Mary exclaimed in disbelief as she watched the red dots flashing on the screen again. "Moreover, the terrain is completely disadvantageous for us right now! The enemy will keep attacking, while we can only hold this one place to the death!"

"Regardless of the situation..." Mash breathed heavily, looking at Ritsuka who was somewhat anxious beside her, "A protracted battle would be very dangerous, Master."

“…Tch!” Turning her head to look at the still motionless room, Ritsuka gritted her teeth. “No! I can’t back down now, I have to hold on a little longer!”

“…I understand.” Meeting Ritsuka’s resolute gaze, Mash steadied herself and gripped her shield tightly. “Then, Mash Kyrielight, continue the fight!”

"Please hold on a little longer, Ritsuka!" Inside the room, sweat dripped from their foreheads as Andersen and Jekyll poured all their energy into flipping through the books in their hands. "We're at a crucial point! If we retreat now, all our efforts will be in vain!"