The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

It is like a Draculea, possessing extremely terrifying defensive capabilities!

Unseen curses and pain flew out from it, completely blocking the beam of Excalibur Morgan.

This is a evenly matched confrontation.

"Ah."

Vlad Tepesh Dracula sneered.

"You are indeed very strong."

"but--"

“It seems to be just that.”

"maybe."

Ian's eyes never left Vlad Tepesh Dracula.

He was seen holding the projected black sword blade tightly in both hands and once again assuming an attacking posture.

“Excalibur Morgan—!”

"what?!"

The Piercer never expected that Ian would be able to launch another attack in such a short time.

Could it be——

Is his Noble Phantasm the type that is not very powerful but can be used multiple times? !

Vlad Tepes Dracula's thought was shattered in less than a second.

because--

The opponent's attack did not weaken at all and was still as powerful as before.

once.

twice.

three times.

Ian is constantly releasing the Sword of Promised Victory (Excalibur Morgan).

Although each attack was stopped by Vlad Tepesh Dracula's Impaler (Kazikli Bey), it never stopped.

The Piercer soon realized that something was wrong.

If I release it like this—

The body simply cannot sustain this amount of magic power consumption, right? !

and many more……

Vlad Tepes Dracula suddenly realized a possibility.

Is he the legendary dragon?

If it is that kind of creature...it can indeed withstand this level of magic power consumption!

But the Piercer no longer had the chance to verify all this.

He was suppressed by the absolute reserves of magic power and ultimately couldn't hold on.

In the evil black sword of promised victory (Excalibur Morgan), this powerful man disappeared with reluctance.

Only Lancelot was left.

Ian looked up at the slightly pale sky, feeling a little worried.

Time is running out.

After daybreak, it was impossible for Black Jeanne d'Arc not to notice that so many Servants had died.

Going to fail?

Do not!

You absolutely cannot think about this kind of thing, you have to act quickly!

however--

The development of things seemed to be a response to the man's determination.

"I see."

Lancelot, who understood Ian's intention of drawing the sword, threw down the sword in his hand - Aroundight.

"Come on, Shadow of the Knight King, give me a quick death."

Ian was stunned for a moment.

"Lancelot, you..."

"Don't worry about me cheating." Lancelot smiled slightly, "I felt something was wrong anyway."

"Now I understand why this happened."

"A true knight would never hesitate at a time like this."

"But--" Lancelot looked at Ian in front of him.

"Next time I will really take action... I don't want to keep losing to you."

Faced with this kind of "challenge", Ian naturally did not avoid it.

"Happy to accompany you."

"Come on." Lancelot spread his arms.

"Ah."

hiss-

Blood flew out of Lancelot.

Ian killed him without any effort.

But the man knew that he would always remember this excellent knight.

At dawn.

Ian, bathed in a lot of blood, returned to Atalanta.

"The master did it." The cat girl said in a trembling voice.

"Then...it's my turn next."

"But before that-"

"Can I ask the master a question?"

"Of course," Ian replied without hesitation.

"that is--"

Atalanta looked into the man's eyes with a little more tenderness.

"Can I try that princess hug?"

"I really envy the day you took the Master down from the dragon."

"..."

Without any hesitation, Ian bent down and picked up the cat girl.

He suddenly realized that this seemed to be the first time he had done this with her.

He suddenly felt that he was not just playing with fire with her.

"I'm sorry, Atalanta."

"Shhh."

The cat girl reached out and gently covered the man's mouth.

"I don't want to hear Master say such things anymore."

"Now--"

"I just want to walk a little further with my master."

"..."

Thousands of words have lost their meaning at this moment.

Only a hug can touch people's hearts a little.

Sunrise in the southeast.

Ian held Atalanta in his arms and walked step by step towards the city gate he saw when he first arrived in Orleans.

"So this is what it feels like to be held." The cat girl in the man's arms sighed.

“That’s great—”

"It's decided... I'll try to marry the master next time."

Saying this, the cat girl took the initiative to meet the dagger that had been prepared in advance.

Tick.

The girl's blood fell to the ground. Her gradually fading body silently announced the defeat of the witch servants.

The man met his companions again.

And there is only one step left to repair the singularity.

That is to take back the Holy Grail!

243. Joan of Arc's Sister Recognition Plan/Reunion/The Difficult Black Joan of Arc (4k)

The time on both sides returns to the present moment.

In front of the gate of the Demon King's City Orleans.

Everyone's eyes fell on Ian.

The man in front of him had really been with the Dragon Witch for too long.

At this moment, his whole body was emitting an irrepressible magical aura.

Is the enemy?

Or a friend?

No one dares to give an accurate answer.

Apart from--

Joan of Arc.

The moment she saw her brother, she trotted towards him.

Even though the man's body was covered in blood, she still threw herself into his arms without hesitation.

"Brother~"

"..."

Seeing this very familiar way of acting like a spoiled child, Ian's heart, which had become sad due to excessive killing, gradually softened.

He turned back into her brother.

He reached out and stroked Joan of Arc's soft golden hair, and said gently:

"Sorry for making you worry."

This extremely intimate scene was also reflected in everyone's eyes.

There was no hand-to-hand combat or tit-for-tat confrontation.

There was only a gentle embrace - the so-called worries disappeared completely at this moment.

Soon, Gareth and Mordred, who were daughters, also ran over.