Type-Moon, I'm a magician, is that true?

This was the tactic they had discussed in advance.

The caster's position is perfect, and the outer protective barrier is densely covered with divine texts, which describe the deeds of the gods in shaping the earth and have extremely high magical defense.

Lancer's [Demon-Breaking Red Rose] is theoretically the nemesis of this type of barrier, but it also failed in front of it.

It's not because it's ineffective, but because the barrier repairs itself too quickly.

Gilgamesh's occupation of the Tōsaka family was equivalent to occupying the distorted point of the spiritual vein in Fuyuki City. Although the magic power of the spiritual vein could not be called infinite, it was unlikely to be exhausted.

The barrier directly draws magic power from the spiritual veins, which can be restored infinitely and has super high strength. The hole cut by the magic-breaking red rose disappears within a second.

Attrition is a dead end, and a strong attack lacks decisive firepower.

"The only thing I envy most about Saber and Archer is their instantaneous explosive power."

The King of Conquerors was deeply troubled by this.

In the end, the only solution everyone came up with was to let Rider create a flaw and then Lancer would break in. He would be responsible for finding the core of the barrier and then shooting it.

This is something that can only be accomplished by the Noble Phantasm [Red Rose of Demon Breaker].

Unlike the barrier's functional layer, the barrier's core cannot tolerate any disturbance. Even a one-second break in the magic cycle will lead to its own destruction.

"But I do want to thank this barrier for its troublesome nature, which allows me to show off my skills in front of my lord."

Lancer didn't pause for a moment after landing. He transformed into a breeze and searched the divine tower. His A+ level agility made it impossible to even catch his shadow.

Time was running out for him, as Rider was fighting the barrier outside to buy him time, so he wouldn't be counterattacked for the time being, but he wasn't stupid enough to just rest on his laurels.

Because no matter how strong the barrier is, it is still a dead object, and the person who created it will not watch them take action.

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Lancer saw something out of the corner of his eye, a threatening artillery attack coming from the top of the building.

He rolled over reflexively, and the next moment a burning sensation began to burn his back.

With both guns raised, Lancer slightly bent his knees and looked up with a wry smile at the Golden King whose aura was as heavy as a mountain.

Gilgamesh had a blank expression on his face. He held a giant axe-shaped staff in his left hand and a short stick-like cylindrical sword in his right hand. The [King's Treasury] behind him was emitting magical power.

Lancer's gaze was particularly focused on the great axe in the king's left hand, which emitted the same wavelength as the barrier.

"This is troublesome. Is the King of Heroes such a cautious person? He even carries the core with him."

Although his body and mind were constantly sounding alarms, Lancer's hands holding the two guns became more and more steady.

"Here we go, Hero King!"

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Chapter 148: Five Masters Besiege Guangmingding (Error) (4k5)

Having declared an attack, the Lancer advanced cautiously, his figure vanishing into a shadow.

But the speed of his seemingly decisive sprint did not match his A+ level agility, and his actions left room for changes.

That was undoubtedly a sign of fear; he was afraid of a certain weapon in Gilgamesh's hand.

The sword of disloyalty.

Lance's attention was more than half on the strangely shaped treasure. Although it had not yet begun to rotate, the primitive and wild aura it exuded made people dare not be careless.

The strongest violence wielded by the two most powerful Heroic Spirits in this Holy Grail War, and the torrent that ripped the sky apart on the second night, made all participants remember the Golden King.

This Noble Phantasm can be said to be a reflection of Gilgamesh's life.

The confidence that supports him in practicing the law, the foundation that makes a king a king and a hero a hero, and the symbol of the life of the heroic king who separates the shackles of God and man.

The pure [power] that is revealed only after stripping away arrogance, wisdom, and majesty.

A staff exhaled magic power, and light and heat turned into a spear that pierced the ground at Lancer's feet.

This is a reminder.

Gilgamesh looked at the Servant below with an expressionless face. There was no disdain in his eyes - no, there was not even a shadow of Lancer in his eyes.

His eyes were always fixed on Iskandar who was driving the chariot in the air.

"Diarmuid Odinah, what are you afraid of? Do you think you can make me use my treasure, EA? How ridiculous!"

Gilgamesh suddenly shouted Lancer's real name, his voice amplified through the formation so that everyone outside the barrier could hear it.

Kenneth was shocked and angry.

"Impossible! I've never told Lancer's real name, and I haven't even used his Noble Phantasm. How would Caster know it?!"

The King of Conquerors rubbed his chin beside him. Although he was curious, he was not particularly surprised.

"Calm down, magician. Don't look at the king with ordinary people's eyes. The Hero King must have a pair of clear eyes."

The King of Conquerors' words hit the nail on the head. For Gilgamesh, who had now activated his star of omniscience and omnipotence, the Servant before him no longer had any secrets.

"But isn't it a bit too shameless to know his real name at a glance? It's like no one can hide their weaknesses in front of him."

Waver was terrified by this, his voice trembling.

"It's just that his real name was exposed. No matter who it is, if he has no chance of winning simply because his real name is known, then he can't be called a hero."

The King of Conquerors crossed his arms in front of his chest, his demeanor imposing.

"Besides, everyone has already openly pledged their participation in this Holy Grail War, but has anyone come up with a surefire winning strategy?"

Weber and Kenneth didn't speak.

Indeed, whether it is King Arthur, King Lionheart, King Hero, or King Conqueror, they do have weaknesses in the legend. For example, King Arthur will be at a disadvantage against the Dragon Slayer, but knowing this, does Kayneth have the assurance of victory?

Of course not, the power of that holy sword would shatter all his ridiculous preparations.

"So you two are just magicians, not heroes. You don't have the fortitude to face desperate situations."

The King of Conquerors tapped his fingers on the hilt of the sword at his waist and stopped explaining, because in his eyes, Lancer's situation had become extremely critical.

"what can we do about it……"

……

It was a ridiculous and pathetic figure trying its best to dodge the rain of light by moving its nimble limbs.

Normally speaking, Lancer Diarmuid can be said to be the nemesis of Caster-class servants, both in terms of ability and Noble Phantasm.

His magic resistance is as high as B level, which is enough to negate magic of less than three sections. Even large magic and ritual spells will be greatly weakened if they hit him.

Furthermore, the caster probably doesn't have the vision and judgment to hit him since his speed is very superior.

It is extremely difficult to use large-scale magic that requires chanting when confronting him, as Diarmuid will rush in and kill him in an instant.

The red rose in Diarmuid's hand can break magic and is enough to suppress most of the magician's methods. If he had not met Gilgamesh, who is not a magician at heart, he would have probably taken off Caster's head by now.

(For example, if Medea met Diarmuid, she would be defeated and killed within ten minutes.)

But even he, who is considered the natural enemy of magicians, can only barely hold on under the hands of Gilgamesh.

"Ugh!"

There was a burning pain on his face, and he knew without even looking that blood was gushing out, but Diarmuid did not dare to be distracted at all.

He kept walking, and his mind and intelligence were already being used to the extreme.

Take all incoming attacks into consideration and use your intelligence to categorize them into three levels: those that can be resisted head-on, those that can be neutralized with a gun, and those that must be dodged.

For techniques that can only cause minor wounds, he relies on direct resistance to magic power, for curses that restrict his movements, he uses his Noble Phantasm to eliminate them, and for attacks that can be fatal, he does his best to dodge them.

This is truly a skill of the divine realm. In this Holy Grail War, there is no Servant with a higher level of martial arts than him at this moment.

But this martial art could not save him.

The number of magic cannons in the sky is endless, and his physical strength has reached its limit. Up to now, the distance between him and Gilgamesh has not been shortened at all, but has become farther and farther.

"Damn it! If this continues, I won't even be able to leave alive, let alone fulfill my master's expectations."

Looking up, Gilgamesh was still standing on the top of the sacred tower, like a god looking down at him. Diarmuid showed a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Caster is right. I was so arrogant that I worried about that unparalleled sword before the battle. I couldn't even get through this first level, but I was so arrogant."

At this point, he had to admit that tonight's plan could no longer be achieved. It was completely unrealistic to want to destroy the treasure that served as the core of the barrier under the nose of the King of Heroes.

But Diarmuid did not ask Kenneth to retreat. Instead, he swung his spear with all his might and took a few steps forward.

He had no face to live on.

This time, Kayneth entrusted him with an important task, but he betrayed the trust. The boasts he made before became boomerangs and hit Diarmuid, making him feel ashamed and angry.

"All I can do now is fight to the very end. That will be my way of repaying my lord's trust."

Diarmuid opened his eyes wide and rushed through the explosions and flames with all his strength. The blood that was baked and dried made him look like a blood-red coat.

(Kenneth: No, did I ask you to die?)

Outside the barrier, Kenneth was already trembling and had to rely on Weber for support. The Conqueror King drained all of his accumulated magic power and converted it all into thunder.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Hundreds of purple-white lightning bolts that connected the sky and the earth blasted towards the barrier. The thunder containing the divine power of Zeus shattered the barrier of the divine tower, and the chariot of the Conqueror King followed suit.

But this last attempt also failed. His chariot was once again blocked by the repaired barrier. It was just one step away, yet it was so far away.

"This is troublesome. This barrier is too tricky. I can't do anything about it."

The smile on the King of Conquerors' face disappeared. He looked at Lancer in distress as he tossed and turned under the hail of bullets. As his ally, he could do nothing.

"Great firepower, great firepower! Lancer and I, two servants, can't even create a powerful Noble Phantasm. It's like fate is malicious."

Even someone as broad-minded as the King of Conquerors couldn't help but feel a bit of resentment towards the Light Cannon Treasure.

He sighed.

"Hey, Lancer's Master, use the Command Spell. We can only retreat tonight and make further plans later."

"Zhi, I know."

Kenneth naturally understood the situation. Although he didn't know why Lancer had no intention of retreating yet, the situation was already very clear.

We can't just give up on Diarmuid and let him fight to death. That would be too much of a loss. Without the Servant's Command Spell, there would be no point.

However, his distrust of Diarmuid deepened again, and he became more certain that Lancer alone would not be able to guarantee his own safety.

He had underestimated the Holy Grail War from the beginning. If he had known how dangerous it was, he would not have gotten involved in this mess just to "add to his resume." Now it was even difficult for him to leave safely.

Even if he asked Lancer to commit suicide and declare defeat, it would not work. As a senior magician, he did not trust the church's words.

You must know that losing a Servant does not mean losing your Master status. As long as he exists, he will become a variable. No one knows whether he will make a comeback, so they will definitely snipe him with all their strength.

Kenneth knew only too well that the most trustworthy magicians were dead ones.

"How ironic! I never thought that my alliance with my own students would be the final straw. How humiliating!"

Shaking his head, Kenneth took off his gloves, revealing the Command Seal pattern on the back of his hand.

"Use the Command Spell, Lancer, return—"

"——Wait a moment, Lancer's Master."

Just as he opened his mouth, a mechanically compressed sound suddenly came from the distance. It was a familiar bird flapping its wings and flying, with a small microphone embedded in its chest.

"Who are you? You're hiding your head but showing your tail. Are you also a Master?"

Kenneth asked back with a hint of caution, but still in a proud tone.

Beside him, the King of Conquerors seemed to be looking around, but in fact he had drawn his dagger and was on guard, moving slightly to block Waver's figure.

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that you need help, and my Servant happens to be able to help a little."

"…Tell me your purpose."

Kenneth did not refuse. He was not someone who could not see the situation clearly. Under the current circumstances, Lancer and Rider alone could not compete with Caster.

"There is no purpose, or rather, Caster's power itself is my purpose."