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

On the other side, Fafnir finally finished charging up, and his green magic flashed and transformed into flames, rushing towards their constructed defenses with a terrifying temperature that seemed capable of melting even the air.

Even the surrounding air was distorted beyond recognition. The dragon flame, carrying an extremely high temperature, crashed into the turbid, unfolding tires.

"--Ugh!" Zhuo groaned as he felt the scalding temperature and the burning impact. He could feel the wound on his hand spreading and his feet sinking into the mud, but he was still being pushed backward.

The extremely high temperature of the dragon flame melted the surface of the tire, and even the phantom image cracked and shattered, indicating that it was about to collapse.

Finally, the dragon's breath pierced through the tire after passing through this barrier and struck Jeanne d'Arc's Noble Phantasm.

The dragon's breath melted the surrounding blooming irises, the pure white feathers burned away instantly, and even the pristine military flag gradually began to be covered with scorched black marks.

However, it was blocked; the scorching dragon's breath stopped before Joan of Arc's banner and could not advance any further.

"...Ah!" Startled by the scorching dragon breath, Mary quickly retreated.

Meanwhile, in the Chaldea control room, Director Mary stared at the ever-increasing numbers before her, muttering in astonishment, "What kind of immense magical power is this...! Are you all alright? Can you still hear me?!" Only the crackling of electricity could be heard. Director Mary anxiously slammed her hand on the control room table.

"...You guys, say something, won't you?!"

"Cough...cough cough, cough!" Instantly exiting Drive mode, Zhuo knelt on one knee and coughed incessantly. "Don't worry, Mary, you won't die for now."

"Hey! You! Zhuo, are you alright!? Where are Mashu and the others!" Finally hearing a response, Director Mary's anxious heart finally relaxed a little, and then she inquired about the two of them again.

"Anyway, everyone's alright... but the situation isn't looking good, so let's keep quiet for now!" After quickly finishing her sentence, Mashu had no choice but to first protect the "Dragon Slayer" behind her and get him to a relatively safe place. Then she wanted to go over and help the kneeling Zhuo up.

"Cough!...Ugh! If this continues...!" Joan of Arc's hand holding the flag was trembling. The scorching dragon breath was endless and seemed to have no end, but she was still holding on desperately.

"Ugh!... I can't hold on any longer!" Fewer and fewer irises were falling, and the flag in her hand was covered with more and more dust and water stains. Joan of Arc's strength was about to run out.

"—No, it seems I made it in time. Thanks to you all, I've recovered some of my magic power." A male voice came from behind Mashu. Turning around, she saw the heavily injured male Heroic Spirit, "Dragon Slayer."

"Ahem—then I'll reveal some of my trump cards too." Struggling to his feet, Zhuo's strength had recovered considerably, and he took out his EA watch again. However, this time it was different.

The EA watch in my hand has a black and pink dial—I gently press the button.

"Excuse me! Hunter Action Player Lv.5!"

"Hyper transformation!" Following Emu's movements, Zhuo once again inserted the watch face into the driver.

In an instant, the pink and green gears flashed, followed by another black phantom.

"Armor Time—" "Ex-Aid Hunter Action Player Form"

"Hmm—" The male heroic spirit looked at Nian Zhuo in front of him and suddenly sensed a familiar aura from him. "You also have experience fighting dragons?"

"To be precise, I've played games that fight dragons." With these ambiguous words, Zhuo pressed the knob on the dial again.

"Flish Time!"

At that moment, a message came from the system.

Mission: Eliminate Fafnir (Long-term mission)

"Objective: Survive this encirclement and suppression operation."

Reward: Gaim Watch x1

With a soft laugh, Zhuo pointed the chainsaws in his hands at the evil dragon.

"Watch me clear the game in one life."

On the other side, the male heroic spirit also raised his greatsword, gripping the hilt with both hands and tapping it up and down, touching the crystalline blue gem on the hilt.

Upon seeing the man in front of him, the evil dragon twisted its body in astonishing ways, as if trying to escape something, and a look of fear appeared in its eyes, as if it had seen its natural enemy.

"—Long time no see! Evil dragon! (Fafner!), now that you have awakened once more, let me destroy you once more!"

"Fafner is scared, could it be that man over there!" As if realizing something, Jeanne Alter looked at the two Servants opposite her who had already gathered their power.

—One of them is a player of a hunter game who fights dragons.

—The other is the dragon slayer who defeated Fafnir.

"I proclaim to the heavens! My true name is Siegfried! The one who once defeated you!"

The sword was raised high above his head, and blue magic gathered.

[Fantasy, apologies! The Heavenly Demon kneels!]

The crystalline blue magic on the blade continuously gathered into a torrent, and Siegfried raised the greatsword high above his head. His previously battered body appeared terrifying in Fafnir's eyes.

Reaching a certain critical point, Siegfried opened his eyes, his reflection of Fafnir in them, and swung his greatsword down.

"【Fantasy Greatsword Heavenly Demon Falls!】(Balmung)"

This cursed holy sword, which achieved the feat of slaying a dragon, also possesses the attributes of the original demonic sword "Dawn of Destruction (Gram)," and its attributes can be transformed into either a demonic sword or a holy sword depending on the user. The blue gem on the hilt stores and preserves the magical power (true ether) of the Age of Gods, and releasing it will unleash a twilight-colored sword aura.

On the other side, Nencho, who had gained dragon-related abilities by transforming into the Ex-Aid Dragon Hunter Armor, also wielded his two black chainsaws.

"Finish Time!"

"Drago Knight Critical Strike!"

Black flames appeared on the chainsaws in his hands, condensing into crescent shapes and flying towards Fafnir.

Along with the twilight-colored sword energy, the two attacks, like the scythe of death, aimed straight for Fafnir's life.

"Ugh...! Fafnir! Ascend!" Driving the dragon behind her, Jeanne Alter also showed a panicked expression.

Fortunately, Jeanne Alter reacted quickly, propelling Fafnir into rapid flight and escape.

After unleashing that twilight-colored sword aura, Siegfried knelt on one knee, clutching the wound on his chest with one hand and panting heavily.

"...Huff, huff, huff, sorry, this is my limit. Before he gets back...run away—"

Before he could finish speaking, his greatsword gave way, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Gentlemen, let's retreat now!" Joan of Arc hoisted Siegfried's arm, urging everyone to leave quickly.

—On the other side, high in the sky, Jeanne Alter watched the fleeing crowd. She clicked her tongue in exasperation.

"This is troublesome. We need to consider the future, but we can't let Fafnir get too tired... And if he uses that sword again, things will get complicated." He commanded the other two Servants riding on the dragon's back.

“Berserker, swordsman. The prey is that ‘Dragon Slayer,’ focus your attacks on him. Also,” Black Jeanne touched the repaired chains on her chest, “if we have the chance to capture that man alive, bring him back, I want to judge him personally. The Berserker Dark One will be joining us soon, you must completely eliminate him this time.”

—On the other side, the Chaldea group had already run wildly to the grassland.

"The reaction of that giant life form is no longer confirmed. But the pursuit continues, so hurry up!" The director's voice kept coming through the communication device. He frowned slightly as he looked at the red dots that kept appearing behind Ritsuka and Mashu.

"Senpai, I want a horse!" Mashu suddenly said, looking at Ritsuka who was also galloping wildly behind her.

“I’m sorry… there’s only room for one person here.” Mary also looked troubled. Mary and Siegfried, a seriously injured man, were already sitting on the crystal-like horse.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Zhuo's mind.

"Logically speaking, everyone should have a motorcycle... So, can I have one now?" He pressed the top of the driver. Suddenly, a motorcycle appeared in front of him.

Its all-black metallic sheen and design are identical to those of Zi-O's motorcycle.

"This... has been a great help, Mr. Nianzhuo!" Mashu looked at the motorcycle that suddenly appeared, her excitement evident in her expression.

He carried Mash to the carriage, gesturing for Jeanne and Amadeus to get in as well, and his expression gradually became serious.

"Mashu! Can you ride a motorcycle?" Zhuo patted Mashu on the back and stepped on the gas for her.

"It's alright! Don't worry, Mr. Nianzhuo! The doctor learned to ride a motorcycle in Hawaii! And I learned from him too!"

So Mashu twisted her wrist, and the motorcycle shot off.

Running alongside Ritsuka, Tsuru's still-healing hand and foot strains seemed to be getting worse.

"By the way—why didn't Mr. Nianzhuo bring it out before?" Ritsuka looked up at Zhuo, her eyes clear and pure.

"...It's a trump card for when necessary." Zhuo remained silent for a long time before answering, though cold sweat had already broken out on his forehead beneath the mask.

(Can I say that the damn author forgot about this setting?)

"Ahem—anyway, you've been a great help (yadaze!)" Driving the motorcycle, Zhuo and his group sped across the grassland.

"Although I'm used to traveling, this is the first time I've encountered a journey like this. No, this is just a retreat, isn't it!?" Even at this critical moment, Amadeus was still complaining!

"Master! Don't fall behind!" Mash urged from the front, with the enemy faintly visible behind them.

"Sorry... but my legs." Finally, Ritsuka stopped after a cry of pain. Even though she had enhanced her lower limb strength with magic, such a long run was still too much for her as an ordinary person.

“Since that’s the case, then we have no choice but to…” Zhuo stopped in his tracks, looking at the pursuers getting closer and closer behind him, and stood in front of Ritsuka.

"Only war—come! Let me see."

However, things suddenly changed again.

Joan of Arc looked at the dark mass of figures ahead.

"Wait! There looks like something ahead! It's—French troops! They've been attacked by a swarm of wyverns! We have to get there quickly to rescue them..."

Meanwhile, Mashu's communication device also rang.

"Hey! Mashu! Ritsuka! And Zou! The enemy behind you is coming!" The director looked at the red dots flashing on Chaldea with unease.

"I have no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it." Ritsuka rubbed her aching ankle and began her commanding duties.

—Unexpectedly, just after clearing out the pursuers behind me, monsters reappeared around us.

“…It’s a zombie.” Even Nian Zhuo was getting a little impatient. “Ritsuka, I’m leaving the command to you from now on.” Zhuo raised his sword and looked at the approaching zombie.

"No problem! Now that things have come to this, let's fight to the death!" Mash quickly changed her mindset, raising her shield and smashing it down on the zombie's head.

—Finally, after round after round of fierce battles, the last wyvern fell.

"The vanguard's wyverns have been dealt with; now, it's finally time for..."

The two Servants slowly stepped out.

A figure clad in purplish-black armor, his eyes gleaming with a scarlet, predatory light.

The other was dressed in a long black robe, had silver hair, and held a decapitation sword in his hand.

“A――――rrrrrr!”

The other person remained silent, but made Amadeus frown.

"Damn it..."

On the other side, Mary greeted him with a smile, "Oh my, what a coincidence! I've never forgotten what you look like, you expert on burnout."

"Then I am truly delighted." Bowing slightly, the executioner presented a gift to the queen. "For I have never forgotten you, my beloved consort, the queen with the snow-white neck. Moreover, our reunion makes me feel a sense of destiny; indeed, we are bound together by a special fate."