All the Masters monitoring the battlefield clearly heard Rider's passionate speech.
Faced with Conqueror King Iskandar's invitation, no Heroic Spirit with a shred of self-respect would choose to ignore it.
Nyarlathotep was naturally no exception.
“To say such a thing, it seems I can't *not* go.”
Nyarlathotep floated above Fuyuki Bridge, gazing at the Warehouse District to the north.
“A war between Servants is very dangerous, so to be safe, Darling, you should just wait for me here!”
Nyarlathotep didn't want her Master to follow, after all, what if Darling got hurt if a battle broke out?
Chen Yu shook his head, refusing Nyarlathotep's suggestion.
“No, Nyarlathotep. I can't just stay here. I also have things I need to deal with, and just staying here won't help.”
Seeing Chen Yu's resolute refusal, Nyarlathotep felt a bit troubled.
She was already worried about being ambushed by other Masters after separating from Darling, and now Darling wanted to run around. This really distressed Nyarlathotep.
So she prepared to add a buff to Chen Yu.
“Alright, alright, who told Darling to be so restless… Come on, Darling, I'll give you a buff.”
Nyarlathotep flew in front of Chen Yu, examining the silver Iron Suit he wore, and kissed the face mask.
Even though he didn't remove the face mask, Chen Yu still felt a warm, damp sensation on his forehead.
Then a faint purple mist generated around his body, circling him, and then slowly becoming transparent.
“This is a Spacetime Barrier, Darling. With it, you won't be afraid of petty sneak attacks.”
Watching the Spacetime Barrier around Chen Yu disappear, Nyarlathotep nodded in satisfaction.
With the protection of the Spacetime Barrier, ordinary sneak attacks couldn't harm Chen Yu, and she could also constantly monitor Chen Yu's location.
It was truly killing several birds with one stone.
As she left, Nyarlathotep playfully blew Chen Yu a kiss again, then flashed away from Fuyuki Bridge.
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In fact, Rider's declaration had no problems.
Saber and Lancer had already appeared, while the “defeated” Assassin hid in the shadows.
Nyarlathotep had also met Iskandar.
The only Servants who hadn't yet interacted with the Conqueror King were Archer and Berserker.
Chen Yu knew Berserker's Master was nearby, but he hadn't found him yet.
Jin Shan Shan, needless to say, was even less able to accept Iskandar's provocation.
Basically, as soon as Conqueror King Iskandar's words fell, golden particles appeared on a streetlamp ten meters from the battlefield, forming a tall, proud figure in golden armor.
Seeing the gleaming golden figure appear, everyone present felt a chill in their hearts.
Everyone recognized this as the Servant—Archer—who had easily “eliminated” Assassin “in front” of them all.
“Heh heh, two such rats who don't know their place and dare to call themselves ‘Kings’ have appeared overnight, not putting me in their eyes.”
Archer stood on the streetlamp, his expression immediately displeased as he pouted and let out a cold, unhappy snort, looking down at everyone on the battlefield.
His arrogant tone was similar to the Conqueror King's, but even more cold and ruthless than the Conqueror King's.
Archer's aggressive tone, surprisingly, left Iskandar, the Conqueror King, feeling confused.
Iskandar hadn't expected anyone to be even more unyielding, arrogant, and self-important than he was.
He scratched his cheek with a puzzled expression and said, “What you're saying makes no sense. I, Iskandar, am the well-known Conqueror King.”
Seeing the Conqueror King's retort, Archer continued with an extremely insulting declaration.
“What a joke! The only hero truly worthy of being called King in heaven and on earth is me. The rest are nothing but a bunch of mongrels!”
Archer's true name was Gilgamesh, king of the ancient city-state of Uruk, the oldest “King of Heroes.”
He possessed a divinity of “two-thirds god, one-third human,” and had an arrogant personality, once considering himself an unbeatable tyrant.
Although he liked to call others mongrels, Gilgamesh, with his two-thirds god and one-third human bloodline, was the earliest hybrid.
Iskandar didn't care who the opponent was; since he called him a mongrel, he naturally retorted: “You're wrong! If I, Conqueror King Iskandar, am a mongrel, then you're probably not much different from a mongrel yourself!”
Archer's favorite thing in life was to call others “mongrels,” and his most hated thing was to be called a “mongrel” himself.
A renowned hypocritical king.
Hearing himself called a mongrel, Archer immediately became enraged.
“How dare you mongrels compare yourselves to me?!”
Archer raised his head, looking down at the Conqueror King.
“To have the honor of meeting this King, yet to dare insult me…”
Space behind him suddenly rippled, and dazzlingly brilliant tools appeared majestically in the sky.
Swords, spears, blades, halberds, axes, battle-axes, hooks, forks… every weapon radiated a dazzling brilliance, emitting an undeniable, intense magical power, illuminating the surrounding space as if it were daytime.
Waver recognized with shock that every single weapon was a noble phantasm-level weapon.
Then Archer's roar grew louder: “You ignorant fool have no right to live!!!”
noble phantasms from various eras gathered, countless blades aimed at Iskandar.
Seeing this, Waver was terrified; though he was scared to death inside and his legs were trembling, he clung tightly to Iskandar's cape, not daring to let go.
As the enraged smile on Archer's face reached its peak, the weapons behind him launched towards Iskandar without warning.
This ability to launch weapons without even touching them also made others understand why this golden Servant's class was Archer.
However, Archer's treatment of noble phantasms was too crude, like throwing pebbles, casually tossing them out through the Gate of Babylon.
Just as the Gate of Babylon launched, Nyarlathotep, who had arrived on the battlefield via teleportation, suddenly appeared between Archer and Rider.
“Ta-da! Nyarlathotep makes a dazzling entrance!”
Nyarlathotep had set her destination directly through spatial teleportation and hadn't noticed the noble phantasms Archer had fired when she first arrived.
But Nyarlathotep, after all, bore the title of a Lesser Evil God; although she hadn't yet figured out the situation on the battlefield, she immediately reacted when she felt the wind behind her.
She immediately used her skill—Spacetime Magnetic Field.
She unfolded a dimensional magnetic field centered on herself, and any object within the magnetic field's domain would be affected by dimensional distortion.
As the blue-purple spatial ripples rapidly expanded, the dozen or so noble phantasms fired from behind were frozen in mid-air, unable to advance.
Then Nyarlathotep snapped her fingers, and the dozen or so noble phantasms, distorted by space, flew into the sky.
Once she confirmed the danger behind her was gone, Nyarlathotep turned around and glared angrily at Archer, who stood on the streetlamp.
“Ugh, that was close, that was close! Jin Shan Shan, didn't your mother teach you not to litter?”
Nyarlathotep looked unhappily at Archer, who was standing on the streetlamp.
Being hit by falling objects, dangerous ones at that, right after teleporting, would annoy anyone.
“Jin Shan Shan? Hmm… that actually fits… Hahahahaha! Caster, you've described him well!!! Hahahahaha!”
Iskandar was first stunned when he heard the nickname Nyarlathotep had given Gilgamesh, then, after thinking about it, felt it was quite fitting and immediately burst into laughter.
Wearing golden armor, firing golden weapons, radiating golden light all over—calling him Jin Shan Shan was truly apt.
“Tsk, so it's an Evil God who's come…”
Archer possessed the Star of Omniscience and Omnipotence, a noble phantasm born from his spiritual elevation, capable of seeing through all phenomena, instantly discerning an opponent's true name or noble phantasm, and other deeply hidden truths.
Although it was permanently active, he deliberately limited its effects because he found the game too boring.
As a result, while Archer couldn't fully comprehend Nyarlathotep's unspeakable form, he did glimpse a few truths.
Based on the ominous divinity emanating from Nyarlathotep, he deduced her true identity as an Evil God.
More weapons appeared behind Archer; this time, they were all noble phantasms with special attack effects against divinity.
Just as Archer was about to fire again, another disruptor entered the fray.
“Aaaahhhhhhh…!!!”
A mad roar reached the ears of everyone present.
Under everyone's gaze, a pitch-black figure emerged from the shadows of a corner.
Clad in black armor, fully armed, and exuding an ominous black mist.
Through the narrow slits of his helmet, a pair of crimson eyes, like raging fire, glowed, resembling a malevolent spirit returned from hell.
Such a deranged appearance, in the Holy Grail War, only Berserker among the Seven Servants possessed such a look.
“Berserker!”
Saber, who once led the Knights of the Round Table, exclaimed, feeling that the Berserker before her looked very familiar, yet she couldn't recall who he was.
This Berserker's true identity was the strongest Knight of the Round Table, known as the “Knight of the Lake” in Britain's legends—Lancelot.
It was his “Platonic” illicit love with Queen Guinevere that led to the nation's downfall, making him a key figure symbolizing the defeat of King Arthur's legend.
Summoned as a Berserker, Lancelot felt guilt, regret, and even madness for not receiving punishment from King Arthur, obsessively hoping to be executed by King Arthur's own hand, seeking Artoria's forgiveness.
Berserker, clad in black armor, under the ability of “For Someone's Glory, Not My Own,” appeared like a out-of-focus projection; the outline of his black armor became blurry and indistinct, making it impossible to clearly perceive his figure and abilities.
Under Master Matou Kariya's command, Berserker stared at Archer, who stood on the streetlamp, with a chilling gaze.
For Matou Kariya, Tokiomi Tohsaka's act of adopting his daughter Sakura Tohsaka into the Matou Family was unforgivable.
His participation in this Holy Grail War, aside from the goal of redeeming Sakura from Zouken Matou, was also to make the arrogant Tokiomi Tohsaka experience the taste of defeat.
Thus, under Matou Kariya's command, Berserker shifted his attack target to Tokiomi Tohsaka's Servant, Archer, and fixed him with a dangerous, murderous gaze.
In Archer's view, Berserker, surrounded by ominous black mist, belonged to a lowly status.
Since he was of lowly status, his gaze was also lowly and defiled.
To allow him to look up at himself was already a king's grace, but he dared to look at him with murderous intent, which was a great insult to him.
He considered Berserker's murderous gaze to be an even greater disrespect than Rider, who claimed to be a King, and Caster, who obstructed his attack and was suspected of being an Evil God.
So Archer changed the direction of his Gate of Babylon's attack, making Berserker his priority target for execution.
“Hmph, mongrel!”
As Archer spoke coldly, dozens of noble phantasms flew towards Berserker in quick succession.
Berserker, with his exquisite martial arts, caught the first flying spear, then the second flying halberd, wielding the spear and halberd with both hands, skillfully parrying the incoming noble phantasms one by one.
The parried noble phantasms fell to the ground, causing violent explosions.
Like detonating high explosives, the asphalt ground was immediately blasted into craters, with dust and debris flying everywhere.
Obscuring everyone's vision.
It was like the law of 'no damage with smoke'.
When the smoke and dust cleared, Archer saw Berserker, completely unharmed, holding his noble phantasms. He wasn't surprised, but rather, furious beyond measure.
Like a god offended by an ant, all expression vanished from his handsome face, leaving only a chilling killing intent that could freeze the air.
“Beast! How dare you touch my noble phantasms with your filthy hands! Are you so eager to die?!”
Archer's surroundings once again glowed with the radiance of weapons.
Over a hundred new noble phantasms surged from behind him.
“You despicable thief, let me see how many of my noble phantasms you can withstand in your execution!”
noble phantasms rained down like thunder, as if they would obliterate the entire district where Berserker was located.
Each noble phantasm caused immense destructive power; the Warehouse District was undergoing a carpet bombing of saturated strikes.
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When Nyarlathotep first teleported to the battlefield and faced Archer's dozen or so noble phantasms, Chen Yu's heart also tightened. It was only when Berserker appeared and diverted Archer's attention that he relaxed.
After confirming Nyarlathotep was safe, Chen Yu simply left Fuyuki Bridge and arrived at an abandoned factory not far from the edge of the Warehouse District.
During the battle between Archer and Berserker, Nyarlathotep's swarm was also busy, continuing to search around the Warehouse District, and soon found an unusual spot: there was a small magic barrier inside the factory.
The arrogant Tokiomi Tohsaka would never use such a shabby barrier to hide himself.
Kiritsugu Emiya would only choose an open area to set up his firearms and snipe other Masters.
Kirei Kotomine was still at the church, and Kenneth was on the roof of a warehouse.
Waver, needless to say, was still trembling behind Iskandar.
So, the only one who would choose an abandoned factory as a hiding place was Matou Kariya.
Looking at the factory made of various steel pipes, Chen Yu smiled.
“I finally found you, Matou Kariya.”