Closing his eyes helplessly, Emiya Kiritsugu's body slowly fell into the black fluid. Only then did Saber half-crouch and reach out a hand into the quagmire. These fluids made of the purest malice avoided her palms one after another, and directly revealed Emiya Kiritsugu's face like soldiers making way for the queen.

Saber grabbed Emiya Kiritsugu's hair and pulled him out of the mud with one hand. Her other free hand had already quietly grasped the dark purple knight sword that exuded a chilling aura.

Dark light and shadow flashed by, and the raging magic power violently bombarded the surrounding environment, causing layers of black mud to scatter in all directions.

The falling black mud splashed onto Saber's shoulders and face, but it did not drip smoothly. Instead, it quickly solidified, adorning her blue armor with a layer of pure black that could not be dissolved.

Saber let go of her hand indifferently, and Emiya Kiritsugu, who had completely lost his life, fell into the mud in pieces. Only then did the black mud rush to fill the previous gaps as if it had received permission.

Saber calmly watched her former Master disappear completely. She slowly raised her head and gazed at the strange sky in the distance.

"We are still short of three riders."

The black mud wrapped around her body and quickly dragged her into the quagmire. Then, in the black forest, the malice that occupied almost the entire space quickly retreated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

……

The sound of hoarse crows came from afar.

The setting sun has lost its last rays of light, and now is the magician's final carnival.

Toosaka Tokiomi sat at the window sill for the first time in a long time, even though this temporary hotel was not as comfortable as the Toosaka ancestral home.

If there is anyone among the current participants who most hopes that the Holy Grail War will end quickly, it must be Tōsaka Tokiomi.

As the current guardian of the Fuyuki leyline, Tōsaka Tokiomi needs to conceal the existence of the magician as much as possible. Unfortunately, none of the Servants in this ceremony are easy to deal with. In the past, Tōsaka Tokiomi could rely on the church, but now the Fuyuki church was destroyed by Lancer because of him.

Fortunately, no matter how difficult the gathering is, it will eventually come to an end. The Holy Grail finally issued its final ultimatum, and the concentration of magic power in the air has been abnormally active since the beginning - based on the records of the Toosaka family, this is probably a sign before the Holy Grail arrives.

He cast his gaze into the distance, through the branches of trees and the neon-lit skyscrapers that blocked his way, and it seemed that Tohsaka Tokiomi could see the Toki Bridge in the distance - that was the location chosen by Archer for the decisive battle.

Holding up the goblet and taking a sip of the red wine in the glass elegantly in accordance with his ancestors' teachings, Tōsaka Tokiomi glanced complacently at the remaining Command Seal on the back of his hand - when Archer defeated Rider, his opponent would most likely be Saber. When Archer dealt with Saber as well, and when the Holy Grail descended, he would use the Command Seal to make Archer commit suicide.

The dawn of victory was just around the corner, and Tōsaka Tokiomi was even experiencing hallucinations from imagining the joy of victory.

puff!

Tōsaka Tokiomi in an indecent manner spat out the red wine that he had not yet completely swallowed, and he jumped up from the chair in disbelief.

——No! That doesn't seem to be a vision.

Toosaka Tokiomi didn't have time to wipe the wine stains from the corners of his mouth. He stared at the figure standing outside his hotel. Although his clothes were a little strange, the excessive magic power would not deceive Toosaka Tokiomi.

That is undoubtedly Saber, one of the biggest imaginary enemies.

But how did Saber find him?

It was clear that Tōsaka Tokiomi had not stepped out of the hotel since he moved in, and even the fact that he was here was now known only to him.

Suddenly, Saber seemed to have sensed something and looked up at the window where Tōsaka Tokiomi was. Her apricot-yellow pupils were elongated, and there was a sharp cold light in her eyes.

Tōsaka Tokiomi immediately retracted his neck in fear.

He thought of his Servant and suddenly became a little angry - he was still chatting with Rider's Master! Your Master is about to die!

【King! Go back first! 】

But even so, Tōsaka Tokiomi still had to comfort Archer in a gentle manner.

But it was obvious that Saber would not give Tōsaka Tokiomi enough time to ask Archer back. A black and purple magic halo mixed with a tyrannical aura rushed straight towards the room where Tōsaka Tokiomi was.

I'm not too satisfied with the revision of this chapter.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 136: The End of the Unsolved Problem (Big Reward Plus 36)

The seventh night of the Holy Grail War has quietly arrived. Unlike previous nights, the air is now filled with a solemn atmosphere.

The magic power, which is several times denser than usual, is rhythmically vibrating in the air, making people feel irritated instinctively. In an environment with this concentration of magic power, ordinary people will collapse after only a few days of survival.

The Holy Grail seemed to be sending a signal of a decisive battle in its own unique way to the heroic spirits scattered in every corner of the city - this was the only reason Menechel, who was participating in the Holy Grail ceremony for the first time, could explain it.

"You really don't need our help?"

“If victory is achieved in this way, it would be an insult to both the King of Heroes and me. So, I hope to see you again, Lancer.” Rider grabbed Waver by the back of his collar and stepped onto the chariot. He did not turn around to say another word to Menechel, but drove the chariot straight into the distant sky.

Not until the night had completely engulfed Rider’s chariot and until the figure of his ally could no longer be seen did Menechel withdraw his gaze. He knew that no matter what the outcome of Rider’s trip this time, their alliance would end here.

The kingly way is really hard to understand. Perhaps this also indirectly shows that he lacks the ability to be a king.

Rider clearly never showed any discomfort with using his numbers to bully the weak when dealing with Caster, but when fighting against the stronger Archer, he refused to cooperate with Menachere.

There was clearly a foolproof way to win - as long as Rider could force Tōsaka Tokiomi to use the Command Seal even once, the familiars that were released by Solau in advance would be able to find Tōsaka Tokiomi's location.

But Rider insisted on having a "royal communication" with Archer.

"Let's go, it's our turn to go to Einzbern." Menechel turned to his Master beside him.

Although they had just separated not long ago, they had to meet again in the evening. However, compared with the harmonious coexistence in the afternoon, this meeting was carried out with the thought of life and death.

"Have you really made up your mind? To go against your King Arthur for me." Soraw said, "Actually, I don't have to have the Holy Grail."

"Don't worry, I said I would win for you." Menechel showed a frivolous smile: "Servants have no past - don't you think I don't even have this level of awareness?"

However, Solau didn't think such words were convincing at all when they came from Minashel's mouth.

"Then put it another way, are you sure you can defeat Saber?"

After about ten seconds of silence, Minachell said, "No."

He touched his left shoulder near his heart and frowned, "Then Solawu, you should stay here."

Things are different now. The only four remaining servants are paired one by one, and there will be no more Servant stealing the home.

"Forget it, I'll go too." Solaw smiled, her smile no longer as charming as before: "As a commodity, after Kenneth's death, the only way for me to go is to win."

She has been labeled as Kenneth. Apart from relying on the miracle of the Holy Grail, Solaw has no other value in survival.

“Then - at least take that girl with you and give her to Irisviel as a bargaining chip to counterbalance Archer.” Minachell’s eyes flickered: “That girl must be related to Tōsaka Tokiomi. Assuming that I lose to Saber in the end, you can also use her to exchange for a chance to survive.”

Now he no longer has the time to care about others.

"You mean Matou?" Solau's voice sounded hesitant. "I haven't seen her since this morning."

Solau's words made Minashel shudder. He paused in his tracks and his face became gloomy.

Someone had sneaked into their base while he and Rider were on guard, and escaped safely.

Even though he and Rider were both extremely weak because they had consumed too much magic power in the Miyuan River, and even though they were each just staying in their respective Masters' rooms, they were still two servants.

The first person that came to Minechel's mind was Assassin - but it was obvious that Kotomine Kirei was already completely dead, and as for Tōsaka Tokiomi's Archer, the other party was obviously not a character who was willing to "leave quietly".

Before Menechel could figure out who would take such a big risk just to steal a girl, the magic in the air began to boil like fire.

In the distance, the sky seemed to be torn apart, and large patches of black like solidified blood poured down from the crack.

An inexplicable trembling feeling quickly spread from the chest to the whole body, making Minachel feel the coldness for the first time in a long time, and Solau was even worse. Her face turned blue due to the malice from unknown sources, and her whole body began to shiver constantly.

Menechel immediately released his magic power to isolate Solau from the malice, and Solau gasped for breath as if he had suddenly returned to the human world.

"What on earth is that..."

Solau asked tremblingly, but Menechel said nothing. He just squinted his eyes and looked at the apocalyptic scene in the distance.

He also wanted to know what it was, but the Holy Grail did not give him any knowledge that could match the situation at hand.

But there was one thing Menachere was certain of: this was not the way the Holy Grail War should proceed.

Reiki was instinctively uneasy, and Menechel grabbed Solau's elbow.

"Follow me!"

……

The full moon hung high in the night sky, dispelling the night fog, and at a certain moment it shone on the city of Dongmu, truly witnessing the fall of the king.

Archer showed a rare non-sarcastic smile.

He watched with admiration as Rider’s body gradually disappeared and withered, giving another king a perfect ending with the highest level of respect he could.

Immediately, Archer turned his gaze towards Rider's Master, who was trying hard to maintain a standing posture.

His venomous eyes swept across Waver's clenched fists. There was nothing there, no trace of the Command Spell.

"Hey you--"

【King! Go back first! 】

Archer's speech was rudely interrupted by Tōsaka Tokiomi in the causal line, and his face immediately darkened. But before he could give this scoundrel a proper warning and let him recognize the current situation, Archer frowned again.

“It has actually reached this point…”

Gilgamesh's face showed disgust. He took one last glance at Waver and then disappeared into golden light without any regret.

Weber looked up in a daze. He saw the empty Dongmu Bridge. His tense face quickly collapsed. Sadness spread from the corners of his eyes to his entire face. His weak legs finally couldn't support his heavy legs. His knees softened and he fell to the ground.

His mouth opened wide and sobs came out of his loose throat.

Weber kept his mouth open, but his eyes gradually widened. As far as his eyes could see - no, it could no longer be called as far as his eyes could see. The sky, which originally had a bright moon hanging high in the sky, was covered with a thin layer of blood shadow without anyone noticing. The entire sky was divided into two by a huge, winding and twisting crack.

The crack was still expanding rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. An unknown black fluid was flowing from the cavity in the celestial body, connecting heaven and earth like a waterfall.

I felt nauseous, disgusted, and twisted, as if the whole world was upside down.

Lying weakly on the ground, he wanted to close his eyes but found that he had lost the ability to control the closure of his eyelids. He could only watch the crack in the sky gradually twisting and twisting in the overlapping light and shadow. In the blur, the beginning and end of the twisted crack seemed to overlap and entangled together, turning into a black ring hanging high in the sky.

He heard footsteps and vaguely saw two figures, but the interweaving colors in his vision made it impossible for Waver to see anything clearly.

Thanks to Yidaopayiwanfa for the huge reward

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 137: The Unsolvable Final Symphony (Additional Chapter 46)

[Matou Zouken], or rather, the creature that was once created for Matou Zouken, forgot his mission during the hundreds of years of chaos, but finally remembered it all after seeing [that].

The wolf-faced man wearing a green top hat and a suit of the same color, when he saw his compatriot Floros, when Floros called him Barbatos, the lofty ideal of saving the world once again filled this decayed body.

He was willing to risk his own life to manipulate Caster into killing children with magician qualifications as batteries. He was willing to use the Holy Grail as a bargaining chip to tempt Saber's Master to let Caster go for his final hunt. In the end, he even sacrificed his beloved vessel to speed up the arrival of the Holy Grail.

If Lancer hadn't dealt with the troublesome priest, it would have been impossible for Matou Zouken to complete all the early layouts so smoothly.

The Holy Grail, which was once regarded as the only wish-granting machine by Zouken Matou, can no longer tempt Barbatos. Looking at the gradually closing halo in the sky, Zouken Matou feels the smell of corruption in the air.

Matou Zouyan raised his palm that was completely covered with a layer of plaster, Dongmu's spiritual veins began to tremble, and a black and purple beam of light rose from the ground of Liudong Temple, rushing straight to the twisted crack in the sky.

Large amounts of pure black mud poured out from the cracks and poured into the soil. The black sludge stirred up circles of ripples and quickly covered its surroundings.

But before Zouken Matou could appreciate the spectacle of his own world destruction, a strange feeling filled his whole body.

It was like mixing a grain of sand into a large amount of clear water and then drinking it. The feeling of a foreign object stuck in the throat made Matou Zouken feel strange.

It pushed away layer by layer the thick mud that had accumulated to its waist, finally revealing the true appearance of "sand".

It was a man, with no visible facial features on his withered and rotten face. The body, which for some reason had not yet been assimilated by the black mud, was covered with a thin layer of fluorescence, and was fighting against the black mud that was corroding the host.

But this was just the end of this miracle. The black mud had already drained all the vitality from this body. Matou Zouken controlled the black mud and dragged it up, wanting to throw out this unexpected troublemaker.

But before Matou Zouken could make a move, it was surprised to find that the corpse in its hand, which was confirmed to be dead, actually moved its eyelids slightly.

Necromancer?

Matou Zouken immediately exerted force with his palm, trying to crush the corpse in his hand, but a bright silver light was faster than his hand, and the tip of the gun penetrated into his shoulder blade with lightning speed, cutting off his entire arm.

The black mud squirmed at the wound of Matou Zouken, quickly catalyzing the growth of a new tentacle. It was about to reconnect the broken limbs in front of it, and the spear that was still in the air had already been grasped in someone's hand.

The gun flashed coldly, pointing directly at the fatal point.

Matou Zouken was still shot in the chest, but he stretched his body forward as if he didn't feel any pain, trying to wrap up Lancer who suddenly appeared.

But Lancer decisively let go of the spear as if he had predicted the future, and the bright silver spear shattered into magic particles. Menechel used his free hand to embrace the man who was gradually breathing lightly, and without even having time to shake off the mud on his body, he picked him up and quickly left the quagmire.

After jumping back several steps, Minachel landed on an open high ground and put the person in his arms on the ground. Solau, who had been waiting here, immediately took a few steps forward and wanted to treat the man who had just been picked up by Minachel.

"Don't come over here!" Minashel responded to Solaw with a stern warning. He wiped the mud off his body while checking the condition of the man under him.

Through the face that was gradually becoming recognizable, Menachel recognized his identity—Emiya Kiritsugu. Menachel glanced at the back of the other's hand again and confirmed that this was Saber's former Master.

"Has Saber already left the stage?"

"Not yet." In response to Solaw's question, Menechel gave a negative answer. As one of the masters of the [Scabbard], he knew very well what was keeping Emiya Kiritsugu's body active.

Scabbard of Avalon.

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