I'm a fox girl, I took over the job of the Night Demon Queen

That guess, that guess that was extremely close to the truth, only appeared in Altria's mind for a moment and then disappeared.

"That Heroic Spirit...seems to be in some trouble."

Behind Jiang Lan, Alice whispered nervously.

Even if Archer left, there were still four people present except Jiang Lan who had been hiding his identity. At this moment, Artoria was fighting with Berserker, and if the others took the opportunity to intervene, it would be two to one or even three to one.

No matter how brave Altria is, she will not be able to resist. And in order to use her treasure to end the battle, it will take some time for her true name to appear. Then Jiang Lan will have to delay it temporarily.

What is most worrying is that even if Jiang Lan reveals her identity, it may be difficult to get a good result. The current situation is really the worst.

"It's okay. The heroes present here are all noble people. They won't do such a thing easily."

Comforting Irisviel, Lancer and Rider both nodded slightly when they heard Jiang Lan's words.

With the pride of being heroes, they would not do such a despicable thing.

But at this time, Altria must have felt it. She lowered her eyes, and Jiang Lan felt that he could sense the uneasiness in her heart.

All heroic spirits have obsessions, and Lancelot's obsession is Altria.

Once a member of the Knights of the Round Table, he swore to protect his lord and the new Britain, but he fell uncontrollably in love with Guinevere, the princess of Altria.

As a woman, she always felt that she could not give Guinevere happiness. Unlike Jiang Lan, Altria, who was not a lesbian, was just secretly happy about their relationship and gave her blessings.

But such a blessing is a curse to them. Even though the king is a woman, her own betrayal is still an irrefutable fact. This blessing only increases their worst hatred.

In the end, the truth was revealed and Lancelot was forced to fight Artoria on the battlefield, but even so, Artoria did not blame him.

Please blame me!

The noble and wise Altria does not understand such human nature.

So regret continued to linger in Lancelot's heart, and he could not be freed even after his death, so he abandoned his identity and honor as a knight and was willing to become a berserker in this Holy Grail War.

King, please grant me salvation, please tell me what is in your heart, please judge me!

At this moment, Lancelot's madness was more of a catharsis, a catharsis for Artoria, and a deeper desire. This time, please judge me, a sinner.

The mythical battle was repeated, and the rumbling sound was as if someone was constantly detonating bombs in this neighborhood.

Breaking free from his sadness and watching the battle in front of him, although Artoria was distracted by the worry that other heroes would take the opportunity to attack her and did not dare to use her superb martial arts to her full potential and fall into a disadvantage, Jiang Lan was not too worried.

Unlike the original plot, at this moment, Altria's left hand did not suffer irreparable damage from the [Destroyable Yellow Rose], and she was defeated by Lancelot who did not pull out his treasure [Lake Light without Regrets].

However, even so, the disadvantage in the situation is obvious to anyone with a discerning eye.

If the two Heroic Spirits attack together at this moment, they may be able to eliminate Altria, who has excellent abilities in all aspects and possesses the holy sword Excalibur.

Kenneth obviously would not give up this opportunity. Even if he could not kill him, this was a good opportunity to cause irreversible trauma to him and reduce his combat effectiveness.

"Lancer, go defeat Saber!"

Kenneth's stern voice suddenly came from the sky, which made Lancer open his eyes immediately, revealing a serious expression that did not match his handsome appearance.

"The battle with Saber is a battle in which I, Diarmuid Odi, will stake my honor."

Even though he had already decided to be loyal to the new master till the end, Lancer still chose to refuse Kenneth's order, and at the same time he was eager to prove his ability and make his master give up this idea.

"Let me show you how I kill that mad dog first. There is no need to use such methods. I will definitely give the Holy Grail to you, my lord!"

"no!"

However, compared to Lancer's passion, Kenneth is obviously much colder-blooded. To him, Heroic Spirits are just tools, and he has actually never respected Lancer.

"Help Berserker kill Saber. I command you with the Command Seal."

"The result is still the same. Maybe this is human nature."

For a Servant who does not possess extremely strong resistance to magic, the Command Spell is difficult to violate.

Originally, she thought the current situation was not too bad for Saber, and Kenneth would have given it more thought, but in the end he still chose such a despicable method. Jiang Lan couldn't help but sigh in a low voice.

Perhaps, this is luck, it is always difficult for spearmen to find a lord that suits them.

No longer having the power to control his own body, Lancer attacked Altria with the two guns in his left and right hands without even turning his head.

Faced with the sudden appearance of the gun tip and the overly superb gun skills, while facing the Berserker at the same time, Saber's response still made a mistake. She was unable to dodge and was scratched by the red gun on her beautiful face.

"Hey! Don't hit someone in the face, okay? I'm talking to you. Even if you put on a wrinkled face that is filled with humiliation and unspeakable pain, don't think I will forgive you! Rider, help me beat him up!"

Seeing that his second wife, Leah, had her face scratched, it was fortunate that it was the red gun that scratched it. If it was the yellow rose that scratched it, Jiang Lan would have to roll up her sleeves immediately, and her fox tail would have directly torn her skirt, and she would have rushed forward to break the gun in his hand and the gun below.

Fortunately, it can still be cured, so Jiang Lan chose to order the rider.

"Hey! Who are you to order my servant...servant?"

Deep down, he also wanted to reduce his opponent's strength, but Weber's dissatisfied hum immediately attracted Jiang Lan's glare. Being stared at by those beautiful eyes, the hot-blooded young man immediately fell silent.

Well, at this moment, Weber is not yet in love with Iskandar's "Princess", nor is he that gay, and he still cannot resist Jiang Lan's charm.

Compared to Weber, Iskandar was much better. He just scratched his red beard slightly and decisively refused.

"I'm sorry Miss, I still like Lancer very much. It's always difficult to attack him, but..."

Changing the subject, Iskandar rode the sacred bull, and thunder roared in the sky.

"Teaching a lesson to the manic warrior is also a perfect opportunity to show my dominance!"

The divine bull galloped, and its wheels immediately rolled towards the heroes on the battlefield.

#Liya's face is injured, now she needs to lick it to stop the bleeding (confusion)#

20. Who allowed you to get close to my wife?

In the Holy Grail War, when one of his servants was attacked by two servants, he did not try to use Command Seals and other means to help them escape, but chose to ask for help from other non-allied servants. This is really an outrageous thing.

No one would accept such a request. It is human nature to think this way, but heroic spirits have always been different. They cannot be measured by ordinary people's thinking.

Iskandar was able to unify Greece, march towards Persia and East India, trample across vast lands and conquer countless territories. His charisma was worthy of his title of the King of Conquerors.

Even though he knew that they would be enemies the next time, or the next time they met, he would not allow injustice to occur before his eyes. He would not allow the noble knight to commit a crime that he could not tolerate, and to fight a glorious battle with such a painful face.

In fact, even without Jiang Lan's request, Iskandar had already been extremely disdainful of the scene before him, and he also deeply hated Kenneth for using the Command Spell to force Lancer to do something that violated the chivalric ethics and damaged his glory.

Reaching out his hand, he picked up Waver and threw him out of the frame. Iskandar gave the frightened young man a philosophical smile. Although he was a cowardly boy, it was great that his Master was not the kind of person who would do anything to win.

He was almost becoming Kenneth's Servant and he felt sincerely grateful.

Then, Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Thunderbolts suddenly visited the battlefield, their sounds louder than the roar of thunder, and their flashes were enough to make people dizzy and reverse day and night.

This was certainly not natural lightning, but a chariot full of lightning that was speeding across the ground.

【Distant Destruction Domination (A+)】!

After a little preparation, Rider used his treasure, a powerful attack in which the flying-hoofed thunder bull that could control lightning and gallop across the sky dragged the Divine Wheel, a sacrificial vessel for worshiping the god Zeus, to crush all obstacles in front of it.

The iron bull mooed loudly, and the thunder of the wheels was even louder. Alerted, Lancer quickly turned over and jumped, avoiding the chariot in time, but Berserker, who was concentrating all his attention on Saber, did not even have time to look back to see what was happening.

As the rider shouted, the bull first kicked the berserker to the ground with its two front hooves, and then ruthlessly trampled the black knight with its four hind hooves.

Just one kick from the bull's hoof that was wrapped in rolling purple lightning was a very heavy blow. Being stepped on by such a bull's hoof eight times was simply fatal.

The chariot roared past, and Iskandar sat in the frame, looking down at the defeated enemy, with an upbeat smile on his face.

"Oh, what's the matter with you, you man with a backbone?"

Berserker didn't have much rationality and couldn't respond to his words. Now that he was lying on the ground twitching, it was even more impossible for him to respond.

He wanted to stand up, but the injuries on his body made it impossible for him to continue fighting. He finally struggled to crawl out from under the wheel. In a puff of black smoke, his master Matou Kariya transformed him into a spirit and escaped.

"In this case, the only option is to make the dark guy leave first."

Witnessing all this, the sturdy man Iskandar shrugged.

"Thanks for your help, rider."

Facing the attack from two heroes, she had been at a disadvantage. Now, thanks to Iskandar's help, she was able to solve the dilemma. Artoria thanked him.

The attack just now was so powerful that it was not used for single combat but to open up a path on the battlefield. If the opponent's wheels also rolled over her...

A sense of fear arose in Artoria's heart. Normally, she could deal with this move, but in the situation just now where she had no time to spare, it was possible that she would have to retreat after suffering such an attack.

This made her admire the other party even more. He was worthy of being a king who could conquer all directions. His broad mind and courage were truly admirable.

The King of Conquerors nodded in response to Altria's thanks.

Berserker escaped, and the situation of being attacked by two people no longer existed. The influence of the Command Spell on Lancer finally passed.

Iskandar raised his head and shouted with disdain in his tone, showing a ferocious smile to intimidate the scoundrels.

"Let Lancer retreat. If you continue to humiliate yourself here, I will lend a helping hand to Saber, and the two of us will defeat your servants. How about that?"

His anger was rising, but Kenneth still had the basic ability to judge the situation, so he had no choice but to give orders.

"Retreat, Lancer."

After hearing the order, Lancer immediately breathed a sigh of relief, put down the gun in his hand, and his expression was no longer as painful as before.

"Thank you very much, King of Conquerors."

"Hahaha, the beauty of the battlefield lies in these people who deserve praise. Now that you have all thanked me, I will ask again..."

"Please allow me to refuse!" ×2

Before he could even utter the request, the proud Lancer and Altria answered him as if they had predicted it. Iskandar was stunned for a moment and couldn't help showing a look of great regret.

Later, the three of them looked at each other and burst into laughter.

"Is this the battle of heroes, the pride of heroes?"

She once only had the knowledge and knew about the heroic deeds of the Servants. Irisviel respected them but didn’t actually understand them in a concrete way. But tonight she saw it for herself.

How brutal the mythical battles between the heroes are, how distinct the personalities of the servants are, and how inviolable the pride in their hearts is.

Whispering blankly with a light flashing in her eyes, Irisviel truly understood what a heroic spirit was, and just being able to understand it made her heart surge.

Lancer transformed into a spirit and left, Iskandar was still arguing with Altria, and Waver was standing beside them with all kinds of funny expressions on his face. This was no longer an occasion between Heroic Spirits, and Irisviel wanted to thank the other party for their help before.

However, just as she was about to step forward and walk towards the other side of the battlefield dozens of meters away, she felt a chill in her body.

"Ok?"

The ground on the battlefield was suddenly covered with a layer of cold air. A light blue mist spread and froze the ground into frost. The sudden drop in temperature immediately alerted the two servants who were talking. They turned their eyes to Irisviel's side at the same time. It was an amazing sight.