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Anyone can leave the stage, but Arash cannot.

Arash must step down after Ramses II!

Because now... Arash himself is a weapon that suppresses him...

Although Arash was no match for Ramses II in terms of strength,... that Pharaoh grew up listening to stories about Arash, which was a significant advantage...

She only has two cards in her hand that can be useful at crucial moments: Arash and... that newly defected Berserker, that dragon!

......

"ha--!"

Whoosh—Boom!

The Noble Phantasms were bombarding relentlessly.

The Executor, who was supposed to be able to fight against Servants, was no longer able to get involved in such a battle.

Whether it's Mordred or Siegfried.

The magical energy supply behind them was almost limitless.

Melee combat, Noble Phantasm battles—

The two displayed equal strength, and the surrounding buildings spread outwards like dominoes.

One after another, they fell over.

“This is… a Servant…” Ambrose Conant took a deep breath. If it were close combat, he could barely put up a fight… that’s right, he could barely put up a fight in close combat.

but...

Then, the unrestrained release of magical power, coupled with the brilliance of the Noble Phantasm.

Even he couldn't get involved; even those within the burial mechanism might not have the power to do so...

Whizzing--

The next moment, he threw several black keys out of his hand.

Then, it disappeared as if it had shot into the void.

"A barrier? It must be the magician from the Clone Squad..." He looked around and suddenly jumped up, slamming two black keys into the ground—and two black dogs were impaled in the ground.

Blood splattered out.

"A familiar?"

The next moment, his expression changed slightly, and he raised his arm in front of him.

A magician barged in without any attempt to conceal himself—

He was chanting some incantation, and his body emitted a faint glow.

"Oh, enhancement?"

boom--

The priest's robe on Ambrose Conant's arm, along with the direct tear in his skin, revealed what lay beneath.

mechanical--

"Sanctification?" The magician's expression changed slightly. The next moment, he suddenly retreated, blood splattering from his outstretched fist.

On Ambrose Conant's arm was something that spun rapidly like a chainsaw, leaving wounds on his hand!

bang bang bang-

Just then.

Gunshots rang out, and several bullets were fired at the two of them without warning!

"Lancer—?"

Ding ding ding—

Having blocked the bullet, Ambrose Conant frowned as he watched the Servant who had seemingly fallen in freefall but left no trace on the ground. "Wait," he said, "we should be considered to be on the other side, right—"

"checkmate——"

boom--

......

"Wait! You two, just wait a minute!"

"Huh?" Mordred gripped her sword and grinned maliciously, getting into the swing of things. "Who cares about you—! Get out of my way!"

"Are you deaf?! I told you to wait a minute!"

boom--

The saintess who ran here did not use her staff, but instead a gauntlet suddenly appeared in her left hand and punched Mordred hard in the chin!

Rising Dragon Strike!

"Ugh————"

Mordred was unexpectedly hit and sent flying.

"Now you should listen to me quietly, right?" Martha watched as the two threw away their staffs, revealing gauntlets on their hands. She pressed her fingers to her chest and said, "Those who don't listen, come here! Let me teach you what compassion is!"

"hateful..."

On the other side, Siegfried had already stopped.

Martha is, after all, the Ruler of this Holy Grail War, so we have to give her face.

However, all of this was completely useless to the rebellious knight!

"Damn it—I don't care what Ruler you are, die! Rebel against my handsome father—"

Without hesitation.

Since we have enough mana, there's absolutely no reason to conserve it. Just unleash our Noble Phantasm! A beam attack! Who cares about Ruler or anything like that...who even knows what Ruler is anyway!

Indeed, the Holy Grail has bestowed this part of the memory upon every Servant.

but...

She didn't look at it carefully at all.

“Alright...in that case—” Saintess Martha smiled, a very happy smile.

Indeed, she is the referee of this Holy Grail War.

However... since we are all human, absolute fairness is impossible. Unless you're a true saint!

And Martha...

Although she is called a saint, this is merely a facade to conceal her true identity.

"Eurah—"

Martha swayed her body around, dodging the Noble Phantasm.

After all, without any prior preparation, even with ample magic power, it would still require a lot of preparation to fully unleash this attack.

"What's the point of wielding a sword! Using your fists is a woman's true romance!"

As she spoke, Martha, who had rushed in front of Mordred, clenched her fists and roared the line she had just seen in the anime: "Ora ora ora ora ora ora————!!"

bang bang bang-

Fists rained down on Mordred.

Martha was thrilled by the beating!

That's right, that's it! That's the feel! It's amazing! I kept hitting the target repeatedly, shouting "Ora!" as if releasing all my energy!

This is amazing! It feels so good!

Siegfried watched the scene unfold before him... seeing Mordred's armor shatter bit by bit, he lowered his sword and quietly began to retreat: "I'm sorry, Master... was that guy really a Ruler? Not some Berserker or something?"

Ishizaki Rito: "..."

"Probably... I guess." Looking through Siegfried's eyes, Rihito Ishizaki thought for a moment and said, "Since a Ruler is a referee, they should have power stronger than everyone else, right? Otherwise, how could they be a referee?"

"...You're probably right."

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Chapter 234 The King of the Undead

What is a referee?

The so-called referee is someone who knocks both sides down, tells them what the rules are, and then watches the two, already bruised and battered, continue their fight while eating popcorn and drinking cola.

Martha is about to put all of this into practice—

"If you want to fight, then go outside the city and fight!"

"Look what a mess they've made of the city!"

"And another thing—can't you guys just be quiet tonight?! Is it fun to keep me from watching JoJo's Bizarre Adventure?"

"Damn it! What does all this have to do with me?!" Mordred, who had been sent flying to the side, rubbed her chest, which she already didn't have... and it seemed even flatter! "Are you alright, Saber??" Shishikage Kairi asked through the connection between Master and Servant.

"Do I look alright to you?" Mordred wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "It hurts a lot!"

Shiki Jie Li laughed: "That's good, it means that Ruler hasn't used his full strength yet... probably."

"She hasn't even used her full strength? My armor is completely shattered! Seriously... is she some kind of Berserker?"

"How rude of me! I'm a Ruler, not a Berserker. Besides, if you were as obedient as Saber on the other side, I wouldn't have attacked you at all, would I?"

"sorry."

“See? You should learn from him.” Ruler nodded in satisfaction, but her expression clearly showed that she didn’t like Qigefei, but rather felt good about Mordred.

After all, she had absolutely no reason to punch such an overly humble man!

"And... bury today's events in your memory! Don't forget! Also—fight as you please, but get out of the city, and at least don't disturb my viewing of JoJo!"