I, Wang Ha, the Assassin of Three Red Warriors

The expression on the man's face was very tender, but the corner of his mouth unconsciously evoked a bitter smile, full of helplessness and reluctance.

Then, Emiya Kiritsugu looked away at the battlefield, this was the first time he had seen Saber's strength.

Diarmuid and Arturia, who had been fighting for nearly 2 minutes, gave up and parted tacitly again.

Almost 6 minutes have passed since the first fight, and it is time to make a final understanding.

"Saber, I have almost guessed your real name, although this result makes me a little unbelievable."

"If you are lucky enough to sit on the Seat of Heroes that spans time and space, you will definitely not mistake that golden sword."

Diarmuid carried the spear on his shoulder, staring sharply at Arturia's holy face, watching the changes in the knight girl's expression.

"It is a great honor for me as a knight to fight against King Arthur, who is well-known as a model of knights!"

Arturia was not flustered by the exposure of her real name.

Although it is true that through the real name of a follower, we can find weaknesses from his deeds or legends during his lifetime, but that is also for those characters with obvious characteristics.

For example, Siegfried, the famous dragon slaying hero, or Achilles, who shines in Greek mythology.

Both of their weaknesses are mentioned in the epic legend, one is in the back and the other is in the heel.

In the legend about King Arthur, such an obvious weakness can't be found at all.

Maybe, if you study it carefully, it may be possible, but at least it won't play any remarkable role in the current battle.

"Do you want to decide the winner with the next blow? Lancer, don't you underestimate me?"

Artoria held the sword in both hands and pointed at Diarmuid. Although she had seen the opponent's Noble Phantasm, it was difficult for her to determine whether this martial arts knight had other means to win.

"Let us use the results to speak, Saber."

As he said that, the spear in Diarmuid's hand overflowed with amazing magical power again, and the soles of his feet wearing combat boots stepped on the ground, and flashed in front of Artoria in an instant.

"Hmph! Let's wait until the real victory, Lancer!"

Arturia fearlessly ran forward facing the magic spear pointed at her throat, and with the help of her intuition, she tilted her head to avoid the fierce piercing, raised the invisible sword high and pointed at Diarmuid with all her strength. cut off his chest.

"It's a pity, my calculations seem to be just right."

Seeing the long sword coming towards him, Diarmuid sneered.

With a change of movement in his hand, he swept the red spear and smashed it on the invisible sword. After standing still on his left foot, he inserted his right foot into the scattered gravel on the ground between the two of them.

A yellow short spear that was also wrapped with mantra cloth strips appeared in midair, and was held firmly in Diarmuid's hand.

An ominous magical breath burst out from the yellow short spear, and the spell cloth was burned to ashes again.

"Goodbye, Saber. I won this victory without any psychological burden!"

Diarmuid murmured, aiming at the gap between Artoria's chin and armor where her neck was exposed, stabbing straight with the yellow short spear.

"Tsk!"

Facing Diarmuid's inevitable lore, Artoria frowned uncomfortably, and the invisible sword in her hand suddenly had a wind pressure comparable to a tornado.

The cold and low voice of the knight girl sounded, carrying an indomitable determination to move forward.

"Wind King Barrier!"

Chapter 21 I Am the Old Man of the Mountain

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!"

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.