That protagonist is trash; I could do better!

If this wish were to be fulfilled, Shinji Matou would become a true evil in humanity.

The Winter Saintess smiled eerily: "Those who possess such thoughts are, in the grand scheme of humanity, the purest and most malevolent beings. Knowing this clearly, you still wish to fulfill this desire?"

Shinji Matou’s voice was firm and resolute, without the slightest hesitation: “I have come for this, Justessa Risleich von Einzbern, Heaven’s Cup, become my possession, and I will give you the contents.”

As soon as the words fell, a black liquid flowed from the small mountain of artificial human corpses. It was as thick as silt, yet also as alive as a living thing. Every drop contained human malice, a manifestation of human evil.

Black sludge spread to Shinji Matou's feet, from which dozens of pale arms reached out, grabbing Shinji's body and pulling him little by little into the sludge.

Justessa Risleich von Einzbern stared at Shinji Matou, who was swallowed by the mud, and laughed wildly: "That's right, it is a Master like you who is qualified to win this Holy Grail War, Machiri Zolgen. Despite your foolishness, the descendant who inherited your bloodline has become the most suitable Master for the Holy Grail!"

"A thousand-year-old vow is finally about to come to fruition!"

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When I woke up again, it was already daytime, and sunlight streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains.

"Things are going surprisingly smoothly. Everything has been going according to the script so far, with only the final step remaining," Shinji Matou chuckled.

Although they are from different timelines, Zouken Matou, whose real name is Makiri Zolgen, is actually the human form of Barbatos, one of the Seventy-Two Demon God Pillars. In this world, the Demon King Goetia has not yet awakened, and the bloodline of the Demon God Pillars has already determined Makiri Zolgen's direction.

Shinji Matou inherited the Matou family's desire for human salvation and undoubtedly wanted to realize it.

This Holy Grail War was full of unexpected events from the very beginning, but it was still within the script designed by Shinji Matou.

Shinji Matou knew exactly what he had to do, what he should do, and even foresaw what the outcome would be.

The script is progressing too smoothly, there must be an unseen hand driving it all, and even the appearance of Lancer Scáthach is generally more beneficial than harmful to the script.

The only behind-the-scenes force that Shinji Matou could think of was the Counter Force, which came from the collective unconscious of humanity and was the Alaya-vijnana Counter Force, a safety device that ensured the survival of humanity.

Some readers have commented that they don't understand what the protagonist wants to do.

Sigh, it's one thing to not read carefully yourself, but to post about it is another.

I'll just be clear here and now, and make it clear what the protagonist is going to do.

Chapter Seventy-Nine: The Night of the Decisive Battle

As night fell, a red glow rose slowly into the sky above Fuyuki City, like fireworks bursting forth, and an invisible magic swept across the entire city.

In the garden of the detached building, Weber stared at the red light in the sky and muttered in confusion, "Is this a signal? What does it mean?"

Beside him, Rider stroked his beard and said confidently, "This magic belongs to Caster. Isn't that guy already itching to sing the victory song?"

"Huh?"

"Tonight, the battle will be decided."

Weber was taken aback, then muttered to himself with a sense of loss, "I see. Tonight is the last one."

"The battlefield has been decided. We will also attend this final feast where heroes from different eras gather." Rider laughed excitedly, drew his longsword from his waist, and summoned the Divine Wheel by slicing through the night sky.

Rider climbed onto the chariot, took the reins, turned around and saw his Master still standing there. He asked curiously, "Hmm? Kid, what are you hesitating for? Hurry up and get on."

Should we really go with him?

Waver lowered his head and remained silent, staring at the Command Seals on the back of his hand. He slowly extended his hand and resolutely gave the order: "Waver Velvet commands with the Command Seal, Rider, you must achieve victory. Command Seal commands with the Second Command Seal, Rider, you must obtain the Holy Grail. Command Seal commands with the Third Command Seal, go all out to destroy the enemy. Command Seal commands with the Final Command Seal, conquer the world. Defeat is not allowed."

“Kid…” Rider stared blankly at his Master.

The red light emitted by the Command Seal disappeared, and Waver turned around, forcing a calm expression, and said, "Now that the Command Seals are used up, I am no longer your Master, Rider. Go wherever you want."

From Rider's perspective, Waver's eyes welled with tears; his heart was heavy with sorrow. How he longed to follow his king to the battlefield!

What followed was undoubtedly a brutal battlefield, where only the truly strong could stand. If he followed Rider, Webber couldn't think of any other use for him besides being a hindrance.

Rider touched his head, reached out and grabbed Webber by the collar, lifted him up and put him on the chariot.

Waver struggled frantically and shouted, "Put me down! I'm no longer your Master! What do you want to do?"

Rider laughed nonchalantly: "Since you've given me so many tedious orders with Command Spells, you should naturally be prepared to witness me fight to the very end."

"I've used up all my Command Seals. I'm not your Master, so I can't help you!"

“You are certainly not my Master now, but Waver Velvet, without a doubt you are my friend and my most trusted subject.”

friend···

Waver opened his eyes slightly, his heart filled with inexplicable emotions. The Holy Grail War had begun with great difficulty, but it was finally paying off. Rider's smile and bold words touched his heart, and he smiled wryly with trepidation: "Is it really possible?"

"We've been through so many battlefields already, what's there to hesitate about? You are the Master and friend I acknowledge, so have even more confidence!"

"Yes...yes, I will follow you to the battlefield." Weber wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and answered firmly.

"Now, keep your eyes peeled and watch carefully as I execute the Command Spell for you! March forth!"

Rumble~

The Divine Wheels thundered away, and Waver, facing the night wind, was surprisingly calm. He looked up at Iskandar, the Conqueror King, beside him. With a king worthy of his homage by his side, there was nothing left to fear.

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From the hotel's high-rise, Queen Scáthach of the Land of Shadows gazed at the red fireworks blooming in the night sky, eager to join in.

"The final battle?"

Inside a luxurious hotel room, Kenneth, the monarch of the Clock Tower, sat on the sofa watching television, which reported the chaos that had occurred in Fuyuki City the previous night: "It has been confirmed that a meteorite fell into a suburban forest last night. A small portion of the meteorite broke off during its descent and landed in the city, causing more than 500 casualties and more than 1,000 people missing. The specific damage report is still under assessment."

Kenneth glanced at Lancer. "Lancer, are you going?"

"That is why I am participating in this Holy Grail War."

“I have little interest in the Holy Grail. As a magician, I should stay in the workshop and study magic. I do not intend to participate in tonight’s final battle. However, I have one request: if you win, please spare Rider’s Master’s life. He is my student. Although he is not up to par now, he has great potential for future development.”

"I'm not interested in Rider; there has only ever been one enemy."

Kenneth extended his right hand, the Command Seals on the back of his hand emitting a faint red glow. "Say something nonsensical again. Fine, I'll command it with three Command Seals: Lancer, eliminate the other Servants and win this Holy Grail War."

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Mount Enzo, where Ryudoji Temple is located, is one of the four sacred veins of Fuyuki City and the most suitable place to hold ceremonies.

Shinji Matou stood halfway up the mountain and extended his hand to Saber, giving her the command: "Use the Command Spell to strengthen it, use the second Command Spell to replenish it, use the third Command Spell to destroy Rider."

Command Seals can not only be used to restrain Servants, but also to instantly heal Servants' injuries, replenish Servants' consumed mana, enhance Servants' attacks, and so on.

When using Command Seals, avoid giving ambiguous or vague commands. Giving instantaneous or specific commands will have a high degree of coercion, such as ordering a Servant to commit suicide.

If the execution period of an order is too long or the scope is too broad, its effectiveness will be reduced. An order like "become my slave" will certainly have no effect.

The Rider faction should have four Command Seals, so Shinji Matou also used three Command Seals to enhance Saber's abilities.

A faint golden light flowed into Saber's body, and she confidently brandished her holy sword, saying, "Is this the effect of the Command Spell? I'm in excellent condition right now, but Master, are you sure you can handle Lancer alone? My intuition tells me she's a rather troublesome opponent."

“I still have seven Command Seals, so we have an overwhelming advantage.”

"Since you put it that way... Master, may I ask you one last favor?"

"Please speak."

“After the Holy Grail War ends, I, as a Servant, cannot stay in this world. I am worried about Irisviel. She is a homunculus and has basically never been in contact with the outside human world. Moreover, she participated in the dismantling of the Holy Grail and it is impossible for her to be accepted by the Einzbern family again. You have the ability to protect her.”

"If she's willing after everything is over."

"Thank you."

Shinji Matou turned to look west and nodded to Saber: "Rider is coming from the west and will arrive here in about three minutes."

"Understood, please be careful, my Master."

Saber leaped down and headed towards the road to the west.

Chapter Eighty: Excalibur!

In the dead of night, in the middle of the mountain road, Saber stood leaning on her holy sword, hearing the thunderous roar, her emerald eyes piercing the darkness as she stared at the charging chariot.

Thunder roared, and awe-inspiring power filled the air; atop the chariot stood Iskandar, the Conqueror.

Rider also saw Saber blocking his way, pulled on the chariot's rope to stop it, and looked down at Saber with a grin: "As expected, this is how the final duel should be."

Saber picked up the holy sword, its blade radiating golden light, and coldly said, "Conqueror King, I have come at your invitation to fight you to the death here."

“Rider…” Weber looked at Rider with a nervous expression.

"One last question, Saber, do you still have no intention of changing your ideals, even if you face a tragic end without any regrets?"

"nature."

Hiss~

Rider drew his broadsword from his waist, pointed it at Saber, and declared loudly: "Then, you are undoubtedly my enemy! People are divided into the pure and the impure, and pursuing justice and ideals is a path that no one envies. Now, I am no longer arrogant enough to say that I will save you or treat you like a girl who weaves cloth and cooks. But one thing I am very clear about is that I must defeat you here!"

Saber gripped the hilt of her sword, unwavering: "Likewise, the sword of victory will bring down victory for my master."

Rider pointed his sword at the sky and roared, "Rally, my brethren! Tonight, we will etch our legend into history!"

呲味~

Magic was generated from the tip of the sword, transforming into a strong wind that swept outwards, unleashing a boundless barrier that eroded reality. The surrounding scenery transformed from a desolate mountain path into an endless desert, and from night into day.

"The King's Army..."

Weber nervously looked around. This wasn't the first time he'd seen such scenery; this was the dreamland he had been pursuing.

Dust filled the air, and the scorching sun baked the desert. At the edge of the desert, warriors gathered, and countless soldiers formed a dark, imposing army, advancing in a square formation, with long spears tied together and bright red battle flags hanging from them.

The army of tens of thousands of soldiers was completely silent except for the sound of their advancing footsteps.

The soldiers, clad in armor and helmets, armed with spears, swords, and halberds, were all tall and strong, their expressions resolute and indifferent, their gaze fixed on the distant desert figures—where stood the king's enemies! They must be defeated! They must be conquered!

An unparalleled army, where every soldier is the elite of the elite.

"Even if their bodies are destroyed, their heroic spirits are still summoned. They are my loyal warriors who follow me, answering my call across time and space, my eternal friends."

"The bonds I share with them are my greatest treasure! They are my path to conquest! Iskandar's strongest Noble Phantasm—Army of the King!"

Rider stood before all the soldiers, arms outstretched, and declared in a tone full of pride and self-assurance.

The EX-rank Noble Phantasm, King's Army, summons warriors who once followed the King of Conquerors as Servants. This army includes Cassander, the founder of the Antipater dynasty, the legendary warrior Hephaestus, and the legendary war god Antigonus—each a renowned figure in legend and history.

Rider's resounding voice transcended the distance of space: "King of Knights, here we announce the results of the Holy Grail War!"