Star God Ruler of the Moon

The battle between Diarmuid and Artoria drew all the attention from the dock area to the warehouse area.

Kenneth had already rushed to the battlefield, and Hassan No. 2, under the command of Kotomine Kirei, had to give up the idea of ​​secretly protecting Sakura Matou and continue to use it as a camera for broadcasting.

Weber and Iskandar were still standing on the Fuyuki Bridge watching from a distance, and Ryunosuke Uyuu and Gilles de Rais, who didn't know where they were hiding, were also spying in the dark through the crystal ball.

Gilles de Rais, who had not been penetrated by Joan of Arc's second finger Zen, was in a state of extremely difficult eyesight, completely ignoring the obvious difference between A and Da Shanqiu, and resolutely chose to admit the wrong person.

In the empty and quiet dock area, Sakura Matou squatted obediently behind the big shield and waited for the return of the old man of the mountain.

The loud noise from a distance can be heard even here, and the ground can even be felt slightly trembling, indicating the intensity of the battle.

Matou Sakura didn't know how the battle was going, but besides curiosity, she was more worried.

"Grandpa, can he win?"

The little girl who was waiting was a little anxious. She knew that she would not be able to play any useful role in the Holy Grail War, and would actually hold her grandfather back.

Just like just now, if grandpa hadn't pulled back to protect himself, he would have eliminated a nasty enemy, right?

The young girl has a pure heart, and Matou Sakura is also a kind of sensible and obedient child.

"Will Grandpa be in danger when chasing the enemy? Will he be besieged? Will he be defeated? No, no, no, it's impossible."

Matou Sakura was thinking wildly. Although she vaguely knew that the man of the mountain was very strong, she didn't have an intuitive concept to clearly understand how strong the man of the mountain was.

The little girl hugged her head and shook it left and right, throwing away all the miscellaneous thoughts, clenched her little hands tightly, and firmly nodded her little head.

"Well, Grandpa, is the strongest! That's it!"

The old man of the mountain who came back from strolling with the big sword happened to hear Sakura Matou talking to himself, he lifted his 'breath blocking' to reveal his presence, and stretched out his hand to pull the big shield from the ground.

"Ah, grandpa!"

Matou Sakura jumped up from the ground and threw herself on the mountain man, just like the reaction of a granddaughter staying at home when her grandpa who loves her the most walks in from the door.

"Contractor, the villain who intends to harm you has been beheaded by this sword."

The old man of the mountain let Matou Sakura hug his calf. Compared with his burly body of 220 cm, the six-year-old Matou Sakura can only reach this height for the time being.

Moreover, in order to prevent his contractor from being hurt when he made such a move, the old man of the mountain deliberately removed all the spikes on his leg armor.

Anyway, this doesn't have any impact on him, as long as the contractor can be well.

Matou Sakura nodded ignorantly after hearing the words of the old man of the mountain, raised her head and showed a cute smile.

"I knew Grandpa would protect Sakura well."

"You can rest assured, Contractor. Although this appearance is not a crown, but the assassination skills that have been honed for a long time have not faded."

The old man of the mountain said and turned his gaze to the place where the battle was not over in the distance, then lowered his head and asked Matou Sakura:

"Do the contractors want to see it? The duel between Saber and Lancer in this war."

Matou Sakura hesitated for a few seconds, recalled what happened just now, and asked in a low voice:

"Will this cause trouble for grandpa?"

"Of course not, I'm just an undead lurking in the dark, and I will only obey your will."

Hearing the old man of the mountain's answer, Matou Sakura made a decision. Since grandpa was also a member of the Holy Grail War, the opportunity to watch other people's battles should not be missed.

"Then I'll leave everything to you, Grandpa!"

On the Fuyuki Bridge, the Conqueror Iskandar, who had been watching for a long time, finally couldn't bear the loneliness and made a new move.

"Hahahaha, the wonderful battles between warriors always make people excited, but how can such a lively occasion be without the participation of the king?"

Iskandar stood up and shook off his cloak, then drew his sword from his waist and pointed it at the dark and deep night sky.

"Hey, hey, what are you going to do? Rider!"

Amidst Weber's exclamation, a bolt of lightning fell from the sky and hit the Fuyuki Bridge, accompanied by blue-white lightning, making a loud crackling noise.

"Moo moo!"

A deep and powerful yelp came from the thunder, and an ancient chariot pulled by two extremely handsome black oxen appeared in front of Weber and Iskandar.

"Let's go, little Master. If you don't hurry up, you will miss the opening ceremony!"

Iskandar grabbed Weber by the back collar, lifted him up and threw him on the chariot, then shook the reins with both hands, and drove the two divine bulls galloping towards the battlefield with thunder and lightning.

In the warehouse area, the raging wind finally calmed down. After the smoke and mist cleared, Diarmuid and Artoria appeared in distress.

Diarmuid almost died on the spot after receiving the hammer of the Wind King in his face. Fortunately, Kenneth arrived in time at the critical moment and launched a powerful healing magic to save his life.

Although Artoria avoided the fate of being pierced through the throat, Diarmuid still scratched her left arm with the "Yellow Rose That Must Be Extinct".

However, the wound that just broke the flesh, didn't hurt the bones, and only bleeds is nothing to her.

Arturia didn't realize something was wrong until Irisviel found out that she had activated the healing spell but still couldn't heal the wound.

But before the two sides who had just been repaired had another showdown, a sudden change occurred.

"Ah la la la la la—!"

Accompanied by high-pitched shouts, a chariot rushing over from the horizon aggressively squeezed them to both sides and stopped in the middle.

Iskandar, who entered the arena forcefully, stretched his arms and said in a majestic magnetic voice:

"In front of the king, both sides should put away their weapons!"

Diarmuid and Arturia, who were stunned by this sudden scene, did not move. They stood in place and looked up at the uninvited giant in front of them, with bad eyes.

"My name is Iskandar the Conqueror, and I came here as a Rider in this Holy Grail War!"

Iskandar declared his real name without any scruples in front of everyone, without any scruples about the frightened and trembling appearance of Weber sitting beside him.

"What the hell are you thinking! Rider, you idiot!!"

Then, poor Weber was suppressed by Iskandar's brain crash, and squatted in the chariot, clutching his forehead.

Iskandar once again set his sights on Diarmuid and Artoria, and sent out an invitation declaration with great enthusiasm, wanting to share the joy of conquering the world together.

But they were rejected by the other two without hesitation, and there was a strangeness in the eyes they looked at Iskandar.

At the same time, the old man of the mountain also walked into the arena with Matou Sakura, and stopped not far in front of the Iskandar chariot.

"Oh!"

The sound of the huge shield falling to the ground attracted the attention of other people present, and only then did they see the old man who had already stood in the field at some point.

Matou Sakura seemed to be a little afraid of Iskandar's strong momentum, and shrank nervously behind Wang Hassan.

After seeing Wang Hassan, Iskandar was not at all discouraged by the rejection just now, and stretched out his big hand to invite again:

"Hey, unknown servant. I don't know if you intend to join this king's command and give up the Holy Grail to this king? Then I can regard you as a friend!"

The Old Man of the Mountain did not respond to Iskandar's words. Knowing that there was a problem with the Holy Grail, he clearly knew that there would be no real winner in the Holy Grail War in the end.

"There is no such thing as a Holy Grail, and delusion cannot be confused with fanatical belief."

"However, since you have already reported your name, I can't continue to hide my head and show my tail."

Wang Hassan met Iskandar's eyes and looked at the past. The dark blue fire surrounded his feet, and the faint moonlight sprinkled on his body, illuminating the pale skull mask brightly.

Against the background of the darkness, there is a sense of terror that can make people feel daunted.

Wang Hassan put the epee on the ground, facing the three heroes present, his deep voice sounded slowly.

"I am the King of the Mountain, Hassan Sabah!"

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ps: Grandpa Wang Ha you want.Then the role of grandpa will not be less, but please give Fei Meng some time to explain slowly.If you want to reflect the grandpa's aggressive style, you must have a supporting role that can set it off.

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Chapter 22 My face is the death of Weng

When the old man of the mountain signed up for his account, the scene was silent, as if even the air stopped flowing and froze.

"Ha...Hassan!?"

Both humans and servants subconsciously let out a low cry, their pupils dilated slightly.

He looked extremely shocked and somewhat suspicious.

Diarmuid was so startled that he almost dropped the two guns in his hands to the ground.

He never thought that this guy who fought harder than himself, showed more aura than Finn, and even almost killed him.

Unexpectedly, he would claim to be Hassan, the 'Old Man of the Mountain' who could only descend as an Assassin during the Holy Grail War.

Artoria and Iskandar looked at the jet-black great sword and giant shield, and then looked at the burly figure of the mountain old man in heavy armor.

At the same time, he shook his head, but he couldn't connect it with the Assassin in his impression.

This is definitely a joke!

Absolutely! !

Hassan, the so-called assassin.

The impression left to the world has always been despicable and shameless, insidious and cunning, in order to kill the target and complete the task, he can use any indecent means without any scruples.

In the eyes of the knights who represent justice, assassins are scumbag rats who never dare to appear in the light and can only survive in the dark. They are dirty things they never look down on.

So, is it possible that this servant, who is so fierce in frontal combat, is really an old man in the mountain?

Although you are wearing the same style as the old man in the mountain, and even looks more scary skull mask, but just this does not mean that you are the old man in the mountain.

Diarmuid thought for a while about the cheating data panel of the old man of the mountain. With this lesson learned from the past, he now dare not believe anything that the other party has shown.

Maybe it was another insidious tactic designed in advance.

Moreover, when the momentary shock passed, soon someone's IQ came online again.

Waver, who stood up from the Iskandar chariot, was a little nervous in the face of the aggressive mountain man, but he still shouted:

"No, that's not right! Hassan, who served as an Assassin in this Holy Grail War, was killed by Archer himself yesterday. I, I saw this with my own eyes!!"

After being reminded by Weber, everyone present also realized the fact that Assassin had already left the stage in their impression.

"So, who are you?"

The Conqueror King Iskandar withdrew the smile on his face and became serious. He couldn't tolerate someone trying to deceive the king.

Moreover, it was an important moment to call each other names on the battlefield, which was the greatest insult to him.

"If you don't want to say it, you don't have to say it, but if you deliberately deceived me, can you bear the responsibility?"

Arturia also took a step forward, a cold light flashed in her holy blue eyes.

"I am King Arthur who once ruled Great Britain. Unknown servant, can I take your words and deeds as a provocation against me?"

Obviously, whether as a knight or as a king, Artoria also cannot bear such humiliation.

At the same time, in a high-end dessert shop in Fuyuki City.

In the past two days, Mei Li, who has cheated food and drink through illusions due to being penniless, is about to enjoy the strawberry cake that was just placed in front of her.

The girl picked up the spoon, glanced out of the window with her crystal-like violet eyes, and muttered as she moved the cake to her mouth.

"It seems that we can continue to fish today. A group of idiots who often stay in their heroic seats and don't do tasks. In the end, they don't even know the crown."

"Humph!"

Facing the people's questioning, the old man of the mountain snorted coldly, and swept his blue eyes to a dark corner by the warehouse in front left.

"You guys, are you talking about that idiot, the man with a hundred looks?"

Under the gaze of the old man on the mountain, no one else noticed the abnormal darkness there, and suddenly trembled violently.

Then, a figure wearing a skull mask and a torn black cloak appeared. It was Hassan No. 2, who had been hiding in the dark for a long time.

"Assassin? This is Assassin!?"

Looking at the standard attire, Weber exclaimed in disbelief.

Emiya Kiritsugu and Kenneth couldn't help but frowned, vaguely aware that the seemingly brutal battle last night was not as simple as it seemed.