Something's wrong with how I'm watching anime.

"It's a good show put on for the remaining competitors by the Assassin's Master and the Archer's Master working together. The two were already allied."

Shichen also played a trick of hiding the truth.

Assassin's Master is Kirei Kotomine of the Church of Christ, and the Church and magicians are inherently at odds with each other.

It's unlikely that anyone would have imagined that these two could come together.

As Kazama effortlessly revealed the information hidden in the shadows, Paracelsus couldn't help but speak up:

"With an exceptionally powerful Servant by his side, and an Assassin as his ally, this lord of the Tohsaka family has a significant advantage..."

"Is the advantage significant?"

Kazama couldn't help but chuckle softly.

“This phrase is very unlucky in my hometown, my teacher, please don’t use it on yourselves.”

"but..."

Kazama stood up from his chair, walked into the courtyard, and looked up at the full moon in the sky.

"Now that this rather unexciting show has begun, the real battle is about to unfold."

"It will be very exciting; it won't be interesting if you just watch it from a distance."

"We went over there to join in the fun back then."

"By the way..."

Kazama muttered to himself:

"Find someone to discuss cooperation."

Kazama looked at Paracelsus behind him.

"Speaking of which, this matter is actually somewhat related to you."

Chapter 112 Rally

The winter sun had long since disappeared behind the earth, and as night fell, the seemingly silent city began to come alive, with colorful lights twinkling and reflecting the bustling crowds within.

In stark contrast to the bustling and lively atmosphere, the port area next to the Fuyuki Seaside Park, with its rows of modular warehouses forming a continuous street, becomes deserted at night.

The scattered streetlights vainly illuminated the asphalt road, making the landscape appear even more desolate. A row of unmanned, heavy-duty cranes stood facing the dark sea, their enormous forms resembling worshipful sculptures of the ocean, creating an eerie atmosphere.

The silence of the night sky was broken by the clanging of swords and spears. On a four-lane road designed for large vehicles, two figures were locked in fierce combat.

Each sword strike cuts through the air, creating sword pressure, and each spear strike leaves a deep mark on the ground.

With firearms becoming mainstream and cold weapons being largely abandoned, the fact that these weapons could still produce such an exaggerated effect clearly indicates that the two people dueling here are not ordinary people.

In life, they were human beings, heroes among humankind, and in death, they reproached human history, becoming morning stars rising from the throne of Valhalla on the outer edge of the world, overlooking human civilization.

This is a transcendent creation called a Heroic Spirit.

In their quest to seize the miracle and fulfill their wishes, seven such beings descended upon this coastal city in the Far East.

The duel, which began with Lancer's challenge and Saber's response, has now reached a fever pitch.

Saber's hand was stabbed, and through the battle just now, the two also learned each other's identities.

One is King Arthur, the renowned knight-king who wields the holy sword, and the other is Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, a member of the Fiona Knights.

Just as the two decided to settle the score with a final blow, a blow that would determine victory or defeat, life or death.

With a thunderous roar, Saber and Lancer, who had been poised and ready to attack, stopped simultaneously and turned to gaze intently at the southeastern sky.

The source of the loud noise was obvious: crisscrossing purple lightning bolts shot out into the night sky, hurtling towards the two of them like a meteorite.

"A tank?"

The Servant's body possesses qualities far exceeding those of a human body, allowing the two to instantly see the true nature of the lightning bolt falling from the sky hundreds of meters away.

It was a classically designed two-horse chariot, but it was not pulled by warhorses, but by two muscular, extremely strong and beautiful bulls.

The bull's iron hooves kicked through the empty void, pulling its ornately decorated chariot straight ahead.

With each turn of the wheel, dazzling lightning flashes, releasing immense magical power and creating terrifying wind pressure.

Such a powerful magical object must be a Servant's Noble Phantasm, which also signifies the appearance of a third Heroic Spirit besides Saber and Lancer.

He was a burly man wearing a red cloak, who was extremely imposing and domineering.

Rider – without a doubt, this is the class that appears in this manner. Although it is not one of the three major knight classes, its basic abilities are all above average, making it an undeniably powerful class.

As the saying goes, "When two clams fight, a third party benefits," two of the three Knight classes are engaged in a fierce battle and have clearly decided to fight to the death in this battle. Logically speaking, this is something the other five parties would be very happy to see.

The best time to step in is when one side is down and the other is exhausted.

Any Servant or Master with a brain and a strong desire for victory knows what to do.

Rider is not a fool. As the commander of an army, he has fought countless battles and rarely suffered defeats. Rider's level of war strategy is not low.

His sudden appearance at this time also had its reasons.

On one hand, it was the pride of a king, the domineering nature of conquest that prevented him from doing such a thing.

On the other hand, there was the love for talent that a hegemon possessed.

"Come to my side and conquer the world with me!"

Iskandar's words immediately triggered a landmine.

Changing allegiance is a betrayal of one's master, which is Audi's shameful dark history.

As for the ahoge (a type of hair ornament), she herself is a king, and a king who doesn't worship another king would never submit to another person's command.

Has the negotiation broken down?

Instantly becoming the target of hatred, Iskandar let out a heavy sigh. Ignoring his trembling Master beside him, he shouted loudly to the sky:

"Heroic spirits who have been hiding in the shadows and watching this place, show yourselves!"

"I know I'm not the only one captivated by tonight's spectacular duel."

“Any coward who refuses to show himself under these circumstances will be despised by Iskander!”

The powerful declaration echoed through the empty streets.

The moment he finished speaking, a white light flashed from the spirit, and a tall, slender man dressed in a white robe appeared.

He was a handsome man, and his long, black hair gave him a somewhat effeminate air.

Good night, everyone.

The man's voice was cool, but not icy cold; rather, it carried a gentle quality.

"I am a humble magician who exists in this world as a Caster."

The man exuded a strong scholarly aura, like a scholar, and this demeanor made people feel close to him.

He bowed to the three people present one by one, and finally bowed to the street lamp not far to his side.

A disgruntled snort echoed through the air. A flash of golden light appeared, and a man clad in golden armor, with blond hair and red eyes, stood atop a streetlamp, looking down with an extremely hostile expression.

His face wore a displeased sneer as he looked down disdainfully at the four Servants below. His attitude was extremely arrogant, but his eyes were cold and ruthless.

The fifth Servant has appeared.

Excluding Assassin who has already been eliminated, leaving only six Servants, five of them have gathered here due to the duel between Lancer and Saber.

As the only non-Servant present, Irisviel couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Saber moved slightly backward, shielding Irisviel behind her.

She looked warily at the golden armor above the streetlight, its malice and hostility now undisguised.

Everyone present knew that just a few days earlier, this very person had effortlessly taken down Assassin.

"I never expected that two shameless scoundrels would appear in one night, ignoring my existence and calling themselves 'kings'."

"What a... bastard!!"

Golden ripples appeared in the air behind him, and various weapons emerged from within the ripples.

Each one is imbued with powerful magic, far surpassing any magician's magical attire; they are orthodox Noble Phantasms.

Archer's attack stance was directed at the five people present, including Irisviel.

Is the opponent planning to face all four Servants present by himself?

This is simply outrageous.

This is how a normal person would think in this situation, but when faced with Archer, they couldn't bring themselves to utter words of anger and rebuke for his arrogance.

Because the other party does indeed have such qualifications.

Iskandar gripped the reins tightly, gazing intently ahead.

Diarmuid Audina lay with his two pistols crossed in front of him.

Saber, on the other hand, raised her sword upwards, pointing it towards the sky.

Without prior arrangement, all three prepared to face the enemy.

Only Caster stood there empty-handed, motionless, as if she had given up the fight.

“Caster…”

Irisviel noticed this as well and looked at the unconventional man in white.

This spying was instantly caught by the other party, and the man shifted his gaze from Archer to Irisviel.

Then, the man gave a gentle smile.

A clear voice rang in Irisviel's ears; it was a magic trick used to transmit sound.

"Don't worry so much. If my amazing master is not wrong, this ancient king will be dealt with."

"More importantly, is Mr. Ahad al-Din ...

Ahad is the current patriarch of the Einzbern family, whose existence dates back four hundred years.

Irisviel suddenly had a lot of thoughts.

The other party's greeting clearly indicated that they knew Chief Ahad.