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

Tokiomi was visibly relieved. He turned into the alley next to the store and followed the path to the back of the house. There was nothing there except a dirty wall.

This is an abandoned dark corner of urban civilization. No one comes here except gangsters and drug addicts.

But Tokiomi walked straight forward and tapped the wall regularly with his cane.

Three knocks, pause, seven knocks, pause, then five knocks in a row. The magic power echoes the movements and gradually penetrates into the inside of the wall.

The supposedly solid masonry rippled, revealing the structure of the magic. The ritual based on the secret door concealed the truth behind it.

He took a big step forward and crashed into the wall. In an instant, the living person disappeared into the deserted alley.

When he opened his eyes again, Tōsaka Tokiomi was already in a workshop filled with ceremonial attire and instruments.

"call."

Only then did Tōsaka Tokiomi dare to let out the tension that had been pent up in his chest. He had been on high alert the entire time, fearing that he would be intercepted by his opponent.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and looked at the back of his hand.

Those were a pair of hands covered in scars and dust, which was totally inconsistent with his usual demeanor.

His dissatisfaction with Gilgamesh reached its peak at this moment, and coupled with his worries about the battle situation, Tōsaka Tokiomi had made up his mind.

He stretched out his hand without hesitation, the red lines lit up, and a trace disappeared silently.

"By the Command Seal, King of Heroes, for the sake of our subsequent strategy, please retreat calmly."

A deep voice echoed in the workshop. There was no way back. The disappearance of the Command Spell would lead Tōsaka Tokiomi to his destined fate.

The secret ritual of the Command Spell faithfully transmitted the order through the channel of the contract, and a huge amount of magical power was released.

They will be used to influence and force the Servant's body, ignoring their will, and ultimately achieving the Master's wishes.

This magical power instantly spanned thousands of miles.

In the ruined Tohsaka residence, Archer paused in the fierce battle, and C-Dodge cleverly seized the opportunity to strike him with an axe, leaving a bloody wound.

But A Flash just stepped back to dodge. He ignored the bloody chest and turned to look at Tōsaka Tokiomi's current position.

He could feel that there was an external will trying to forcibly control his body.

There is no need to say who it is, this is already self-evident.

"Click."

A crisp cracking sound resounded throughout the battlefield. It was clearly just a tiny, low sound, but it was louder than the explosions of all the clashing Noble Phantasms.

C Flash and A Flash stopped at the same time in tacit understanding. For some reason, both of them showed the same hatred on their faces.

"Toki-Omi-"

Archer Gilgamesh's face twisted horribly as he gritted his teeth to squeeze out someone's name like a hungry ghost.

He looked at the broken ornament in his hand, filled with murderous intent, and that momentum indiscriminately attacked everything around him.

As early as after discovering that Tokiomi had slipped away, Archer took out the necklace. He had a premonition of what Tokiomi would do, but still decided to give him a chance.

As a C-rank Noble Phantasm, the necklace had a very simple effect, with no other effect besides blocking a single magical interference, but Archer only needed one confirmation at this moment.

And this is the result.

The effect of the Command Spell was negated, and Gilgamesh did not evacuate as Tokiomi had intended.

At this point, Archer's tolerance had reached its limit. That bastard actually dared to interrupt the king's duel. How audacious!

"First, you abandoned the King on the battlefield and fled for your life. Then, you attempted to commit an act of rebellion using the Command Seals. Even a hundred deaths could never alleviate the hatred I hold for you."

"I granted you the honor of being my subject, yet you dared to betray me. Haha, hahahahahahaha..."

Archer let out a shrill laugh, and although his face was smiling, the coldness in his eyes gave the laugh a different meaning.

C Shan watched coldly, he felt the same anger as the other person. When he thought about having such a bastard as his Master, he felt that he was stained with filth.

"Looks like this is the end of the night. You have more important things to do next."

C flashed and put away the magic wands behind him, and took the initiative to propose to end the battle. After all, the fight had reached this point, which was enough to serve as a greeting.

Archer was silent for a few seconds after hearing this, and also withdrew his [King's Treasure].

"Alright, everything has its priorities. Let's leave the playful duel for later. For me right now, punishing the traitor is the highest priority, but..."

As he spoke, Archer showed an expression of "you understand" on his face, opened his right hand, and took out a golden key from the treasure house.

But to say that it is a key is too outrageous. Hundreds of tiny spring parts are changing and combining every moment, causing visual overload to those who look directly at it. The brain cannot process it in time and can only feel dizzy.

What kind of thing is worthy of being opened by this key?

Archer Gilgamesh reached out and grabbed it. Fine red lines eroded the sky, and an ancient divine aura spread out.

"It would be a bit of a letdown to end this rare meeting like this. Let this strike serve as the opening ceremony of the Holy Grail War."

Space wailed as the golden key sank into the void, leaving only black chaos in Gilgamesh's hand.

He looked at the distortion with a loving and caring expression, then pulled out his right hand that was immersed in it. In an instant, his vision became confused and everything became unclear at this moment.

It was as if the process of the world's gestation was recreating itself. The strange cylinder was held in his hand, and the red emblem of God was all over the dark cylinder.

It was short and heavy, and looked like a sword, but it had no sharp edge.

Only the extremely heavy breath of God lingered on it.

"EA, wake up! This time, your opponent is quite impressive. A clash with yourself is truly unique. I believe it will satisfy your willful desires."

Archer raised the weapon he called EA, and the cylinder above the handle began to rotate in three stages.

Thick magic power accumulated and compressed, the wind began to howl, turning into wind pressure beyond the limit, the sky and clouds changed color, as if a typhoon had passed, and dark clouds swept over Fuyuki City, so thick that it made people's hearts palpitate.

Lightning roared in the clouds, striking the town continuously. The lightning rod had completed a lifetime of overtime tonight.

Faced with this scene of destruction, all the Masters and Servants who were peeking at it lost their composure. Such power was rare even among Heroic Spirits, and their chances of winning against it were slim.

So they all lay dormant quietly, no longer thinking about picking up bargains, they were not going to face the storm head-on.

But at the same time, the secret planning will surely be more in-depth, with only one goal, which is to think about how to defeat the strongest heroic spirit in this Holy Grail War.

After tonight, Archer will probably become the target of public criticism, although given his personality he certainly won't care.

He might even say something like, "Even if all these bastards gather together, they are just bigger moths. There is no way they can defeat me, the bonfire."

As the opponent facing EA at this moment, Cshan did not show any panic on his face. Instead, he showed a smile of understanding.

Aiwen stood beside him.

"This attack is formidable. Caster, are you able to handle it? If not, I will intervene."

Looking at the storm spinning like a millstone in the sky, Aiwen was no longer as indifferent as before. This was a powerful force that required him to be a little more serious.

Although limited by magic power and spiritual foundation, this attack can only destroy a quarter of Fuyuki City at most, but the principle of development contained in it is no joke.

If Archer could use his full power to burn his spiritual base, it would be entirely possible to return the entire city of Fuyuki to the original hell before the creation of the world.

But this question only received C Shan's disdain.

He snorted disdainfully, raised his hand and threw several magic wands around Aiwen and Illya. Judging from the aura, they were A-level or above Noble Phantasms. Together, they constructed a solid defensive barrier, enough to block the direct attack of the enemy Noble Phantasms.

If Tōsaka Tokiomi had not left, Archer would have given him protection like this, but unfortunately he did not have the courage to trust his servant.

"Don't worry, who do you think I am? This level of attack is just a joke, a farewell greeting."

As he spoke, he opened a golden door at his side, and the luxurious hilt of the sword emerged and automatically passed into Gilgamesh's hands.

It was the same Noble Phantasm as the one on the opposite side. C Flash took it out casually, without boasting about the greatness of this weapon like the opposite side did, but this could not conceal the majesty of the EA sword in his hand.

"O Sword of Separation, roar!"

At a command, a storm began to rise on the ground where Aiwen and the others were standing. The sky and the earth turned into a spiral of opposition and despair. Even the space was destroyed where the momentum intersected.

In the center of the storm vortex covering the old capital, only two red primordial stars are shining.

"Gilgamesh, due to the restrictions of the caster class, you cannot use weapons other than wands. The axe we used in the fight just now is also a type of wand, so you took it out of the treasure house."

"But isn't this Noble Phantasm a sword?"

Aiwen stayed in the magic protection, watching the Noble Phantasm spinning in Caster's hand with a little curiosity.

In response to the Master's question, Gilgamesh introduced his treasure, which he relied on very much, with a mixture of pride and disdain.

"Fool, you are still too ignorant. Although I call it the Sword of Separation, it is not actually a sword."

"Legend has it that the gods used a storm to split the primordial hell, dividing it into the heavens, the human world, and the underworld, completing the creation of the world. This great creation epic was recorded by later generations and inscribed on stone tablets."

"This is the true nature of the Sword of Separation, Ea. Its creation predates the concept of the sword, and it truly is a hymn to the rebirth of the world at the creation of the universe. Therefore, it can be considered a staff."

Raising his arms high, the rotation of Ea sucked in and compressed the air. Under endless repetition, even the space was swallowed up by the sword. Light and shadow twisted at the top, turning into a point of destruction.

The destruction of everything in the universe, the turning of the cracks in nothingness, the world itself began to crack.

Both Gilgameshes showed excitement, the roar of the EA in their hands had reached its peak, and the power to paint the space like a scroll was about to be released.

"Evindon, open your eyes and witness my heroic presence. This is the most ancient heroic power you have summoned."

In the end, Gilgamesh complacently let go of these words, his gaze fixed on himself in the sky, and they looked at each other tacitly.

"Sing loud, EA!"

Then release.

"Enuma Elish, the Star of the Creation of Heaven and Earth!!" x2

The red magic power spread, and the world was torn apart by nothingness. The traces of destruction continued to extend, swallowing up the wider sky.

The connection where the two identical forces touched each other now only left a deep nothingness. There was no matter on the planet that could be sandwiched between these two forces without being damaged. Even the air itself was torn apart and turned back into basic particles.

As the force continues to increase, the center line of confrontation in the air will first be quiet, and then expand, like a balloon that is constantly being inflated. When it reaches the limit, an unprecedented explosion will occur.

By then, the Tōsaka residence would probably not be spared and would be completely destroyed, and most of the surrounding residents would also be affected.

The only lucky thing is that there are not too many dense buildings around Tohsaka Mansion, so the number of casualties will be less.

Neither of the two Gilgameshes was the type to consider others, so they would definitely not stop, but Miss Saber who arrived was different.

She wasn't the type to sit by and watch tragedy happen.

Jumping down from the motorcycle that was on the verge of being scrapped, revealing her full body armor, Altria held the invisible sword tightly in her hand.

Above her, the two conflicting forces were already twisting irregularly and were on the verge of exploding. Now was the last moment she could stop it.

The current situation arises because the two forces are of the same origin and equal, and expand due to balance. So all we need to do is actively break it before it overflows and bring its power to a higher sky!

"Kiritsugu, to protect innocent people, I will activate my Noble Phantasm!"

Raising the sword in her hand, Artoria prepared to release without waiting for a response. She actually did not expect Kiritsugu Emiya to support her.

But to her surprise, Kiritsugu's words rang in her ears.

"Allowed, Saber, do it."

Chapter 131: The Liberation of the Holy Sword and the End of the First Holy Grail Battle

"Master, you..."

For a moment, Saber was stunned for a moment. In her impression, Emiya Kiritsugu should not be such an easy-going person, right?

But soon, the passion that spread throughout her body infected her, and Saber now had only one thought in her mind.

"My concern for the innocent has been recognized!"

It turns out that it is so exciting to have one's ideas respected and recognized by the Master. This is the first time she has experienced this since she was summoned.

So now, in addition to the awe-inspiring tone of Miss Altria, there was also a bit of excitement and emotion in her tone.

She gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, her fighting spirit overflowing, like a knight who had responded to a military order and couldn't wait to make meritorious deeds.

"Thank you for your permission, Master. I hereby guarantee that no innocent people here will die in the aftermath."

After saying that, she swung her sword skillfully, and the wind force that originally bound the sword instantly exploded and turned into a hurricane that scattered in all directions.

What now appeared in her hands was the embodiment of the legend of King Arthur.

The sword is golden in color, as if it can reflect the glory of a noble soul. The simple, undecorated sword body is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the resolute face of Artoria.

A crystal forged from fantasy, a dream pursued by heroes who have died on battlefields since ancient times, a holy sword of broken steel.

Beneath this sword lies the glory pursued by so many sacrifices. The king, who has remained undefeated in twelve battles, holds this weapon high. Gentle light shines on the sword, soothing the pain after the war.