"This guy..." Shen He frowned.

Jill was a good friend of Jeanne's in the past, so he was willing to stand aside and just watch.

But would anyone dare to attack Jeanne casually?

However, before Shen He made a move, someone was faster than him.

"What are you doing! Ryunosuke!" Jill pulled the young man's arm roughly, "This is my saint! She is just deceived by God."

"...But, but." The young man was a little at a loss.

"I'm not deceived!" Jeanne felt even more helpless, "Can't you even tell whether it's the real me, Jill?"

"If you are not deceived, why don't you forgive me and come back to my side to guide me forward?" Jill's huge eyes were filled with endless struggle and pain.

"No one can forgive the mistakes you have made!" Jeanne gritted her teeth and said decisively.

Even she herself was also burdened with bloody sins. For what she had done, there was no way to escape except to bear it.

"No! How cruel!" Gil simply couldn't accept this reality, "My kind saint will never abandon her servant! You are just confused, yes, confused by that hypocritical god!"

"..." Joan of Arc's eyes were filled with regret.

She has never been a kind saint, and she is not qualified to forgive Gil for those children who were harmed. She is just a country girl who has abandoned everything in order to move forward.

"Okay, Joan of Arc." Shen He gently held one of Joan of Arc's hands with pity, "He has fallen into an inextricable fantasy because of his obsession with you and his own tragic fate. It's useless to say anything." Gil

in the Fourth Holy Grail War was not even as good as the Gil who summoned Black Jeanne.

This is completely crazy.

In other words, he just hopes that through Joan of Arc, the evil deeds he committed can be forgiven. So he is unwilling to accept the saint in front of him who refuses to forgive him.

"If I have the chance to see you in your youth in the future." Joan of Arc slowly raised her spear, gritted her teeth and said angrily, "I must teach you a lesson, only then can I feel relieved."

Looking at the holy posture wrapped in light, with a firm and gentle look, and a tone that is always stern and helpless.

A line of tears flowed down Jill's face.

How I wish I could go back to the past, back to the days when I followed the footsteps of the saint and pursued victory and glory.

Puff!

The sound of a sharp object entering the body.

In the completely stunned sight of Ryunosuke, Jill did not avoid it, and even embraced the spear with open arms.

"Go back to Valhalla, Jill." Joan of Arc said softly, "I have found my happiness, and you should also accept your mistakes and find your own redemption."

"Jeanne...Arc...I, what..."

Jill turned into light and slowly dissipated before she could finish the last word.

"How could it be...Boss Bluebeard." Ryunosuke knelt directly on the ground.

Shen He glanced at him, raised his hand and knocked him to the ground. This perverted murderer who was just an ordinary person should be punished by the laws of this world.

Joan of Arc dispersed her armor and spear.

She didn't feel much after killing her friend in the past, because as a heroic spirit, Jill's death was far from over.

And she couldn't save her friend's struggle, regret, and pain.

Everything was just as Joan of Arc said at the beginning. For what had happened, the only thing she could do was to pray to the Lord that her friend's soul could be redeemed.

"Joan of Arc, you go back first." Shen He looked up at the sky.

"Okay, Master, be careful and safe." Joan of Arc nodded gently, took two steps, suddenly turned around and gave a sincere smile, "Thank you, Master."

"We are lovers." Shen He waved his hand, "If you really want to thank me, why not take some practical actions in the evening."

"Huh...?" Joan of Arc blushed all of a sudden.

She turned around in panic and left in a hurry without looking back.

This girl.

Shen He looked at Jeanne's back, and a big stone was put down in his heart.

However, his worries may have been unnecessary from the beginning. Jeanne was the strongest woman he had ever seen. Few people could combine kindness and strength, but she not only did it, but also achieved both to the extreme.

Then what's next.

Shen He looked up at the two people still standing in the sky.

The imagined war did not start. They seemed to be chatting about something.

Forget it, it's good to be able to hold Gilgamesh.

Shen He thought so, and prepared to look for the last assassin, and Kotomine Kirei who was probably pursuing pleasure.

"Master, I have won." Altria's voice appeared in his mind.

"Master, is there another prey?" Esdeath's voice followed.

"Master!" Then it was Misaka Mikoto alter's voice, "Irisviel's physical condition suddenly became very bad, and many enemies appeared around."

"..."

Shen He was stunned by this series of information.

But soon, he also reacted.

So that's it, is this the plan of Kotomine Kirei and Gilgamesh.

He was not the only one who was stalling for time, because the final decision on the time of summoning the Lesser Holy Grail would be in the hands of Kotomine Kirei, who held the Assassin Command Seal.

...

Back to ten minutes ago.

Inside the Rider's Noble Phantasm, the war had already begun to heat up.

Everywhere were intertwined shouts, the sound of weapons clashing, and the air was also mixed with a dizzying bloody smell. The desert, ice crystals, cold air and scorching heat waves all formed a spectacular scene.

"It's so refreshing, hahaha!"

The King of Conquerors held a sharp sword, drove the carriage, and laughed heartily in the fight.

"I didn't expect that now that I have become a Heroic Spirit, I can still lead the soldiers to fight happily on the battlefield. I really have to thank you, General Esdeath!"

Since the beginning of this war, the opponent's strength of a one-man army and his understanding of war have been recognized by the King of Conquerors.

Although the concept of treating war as hunting does not conform to the King's philosophy, it is enough to be crowned with the title of "General"!

"Humph, you are also a powerful opponent." Esdeath stood in the middle of the battlefield and seemed to be fighting quite happily.

"Just powerful?" The King of Conquerors looked around, "I only consumed less than 30% of my troops."

In terms of strength, the King of Conquerors' Heroic Spirit Legion is undoubtedly better than Esdeath's Ice Knights. Even if Esdeath can continuously create new Ice Knights, it cannot stop the legion from approaching step by step.

Moreover, the number of ice knights created by Esdeath gradually decreased, and it seemed that they were about to reach their limit.

So in the eyes of the King of Conquerors, this war should be his victory.

"You are not naive to think that this is all my strength?" Esdeath smiled and raised his sword again.

This time, he did not create new ice knights, but rolled up circles of ice and snow whirlwinds that were as sharp as a knife.

"This is..."

The King of Conquerors also gradually realized something.

The ice knights that were dismembered in the previous war did not dissipate, but piled up on this battlefield in large quantities.

And now, the temperature of the entire battlefield dropped rapidly at a clearly perceptible degree.

"The real function of 'General Binglan' is to store the energy of the imperial weapon."

The ice and snow whirlwind around Esdeath became more and more intense, and she stood in the center of the whirlwind like an ice queen.

The last time this trick was used was when they were fighting against aliens. There was only one person who survived out of nearly 10,000 troops.

"Let me see how many real strong men can survive this time."

The moment the voice fell.

The desert land that should have been scorching hot was covered by a sudden snowstorm.

The roar of the wind filled my ears, and the cold air was tearing everything apart like a sharp knife. There were many heroic soldiers who were swept into the air by the strong wind, screaming and being torn into pieces, which covered this meat grinder-like hell with a layer of scarlet embellishment.

As Esdeath said, only the truly strong can survive in such a harsh environment.

"It's just one person..."

The King of Conquerors calmly took off his iconic cloak and put it on Weber.

"Rider." Weber's body trembled, "Let's retreat."

The temperature here is already too low to survive for humans.

"What nonsense are you talking about."

The King of Conquerors patted his head, and the rough force directly slapped Weber's thin body onto the seat of the carriage.

"Even if the opponent is the powerful goddess of ice and snow, there is still hope of winning. But if you give up so easily, how can you achieve the feat of conquering the world? Now, at this moment, it is time for me, the King of Conquerors, Iskandar, to show my heroic spirit!"

"But——"

Weber wanted to say something, but a crack in the barrier suddenly appeared under him.

"You are not my subject, so live well."

The last scene Weber saw was the emperor riding on a horse, holding a sharp sword high, shouting loudly, and leading the passionate soldiers to sprint forward in the blizzard.

How could it be...

Weber remembered the Command Seal in his hand.

He raised his palm quickly.

"The First Command Seal——"

The words came to his lips, but he could not say the words that ordered the King of Conquerors to return on the road of conquest.

Rider's smile appeared in front of Weber.

He suddenly realized that the figure who was moving forward against all kinds of difficulties was exactly what he pursued and yearned for.

"Order, Iskandar, must win."

The light flashed, and the Command Seal on the back of his hand disappeared in a slightly regretful mood.

But what followed was even greater fear.

"Second Command Spell, Iskandar, must return safely!"

This command, which could be called a waste, seemed to give Waver a thin sense of security.

But that was not enough!

Looking at the last Command Spell on the back of his hand, Waver gritted his teeth.

"Third Command Spell——!"

The moment the words came to his mouth.

Time stopped.

It was as if the whole world was covered with a layer of azure light.

Esdeath used up all her strength and used the last trump card of the imperial weapon, even freezing the power of the entire barrier. The barrier originally formed by the will of the soldiers was on the verge of collapse with the continuous sacrifice of the soldiers.

"It's over..."

She walked to the front of the Conqueror King weakly, raised her sword with the joy of another victory.

At this moment.

Altria also won in the one-on-one knight duel with her powerful strength and rich experience.

Kotomine Kirei, who had already come to the ground, looked into the distance as if he had sensed something.

Four of the seven servants had died.

He walked forward on foot, and assassins came to him one after another.

Then, he rushed towards the house bought by Emiya Kiritsugu.

He took out a helmet.

Hades's invisibility helmet, one of the treasures in Gilgamesh's treasury, has only one function, which is to completely hide the wearer's figure.

The Holy Grail is right in front of us.

Shen He, who had received the notice from Misaka Mikoto Alter, had already understood Kotomine Kirei's plan and purpose. He put on his armor without hesitation and rushed into the sky.

Irisviel now has the souls of four servants in her body.

The assassin clones who are fighting with Misaka Mikoto Alter and others will undoubtedly be the fifth. As long as they die, the Holy Grail will appear in the world.

Only the Master chosen by the Holy Grail can make a wish in front of the Holy Grail.

Kotomine Kirei doesn't even need to seize the Holy Grail.

"Xiaolan, transfer all the energy to the power module." Shen He gave the order.

Kotomine Kirei's purpose is undoubtedly to buy time and realize his wish immediately when the Holy Grail appears.

This wish may be to let Jin Shanshan conquer the world, or it may be to please the whole world, or something else, but no matter what, Shen He can't let him succeed.

"Master." The voice of Misaka Mikoto·Alter appeared in Shen He's mind again, "These guys suddenly all committed suicide."

"Never mind, let's move Irisviel first." Shen He had seen the situation over there from high in the sky.

"No, Hubie won't let us."

"What?" Shen He was slightly stunned.

But the next moment, the hair on his body stood up, and he turned sharply without hesitation.

Because a beam of scarlet light shot towards him.

With his current eyesight, he could see what was in the light.

A red spear.

Even if he dodged it, the feeling of goose bumps did not fade away. Shen He was surprised to see that the spear turned a corner in mid-air and shot towards him again.

So that's it, it was the Spear of the Deaththorn.

It should have come from Celtic mythology, the Son of Light of Ireland, the hero known as the "Hound of Culan", the treasure of Cu Chulainn, and the one in front of him should be a counterfeit from the King's Treasury.

It has the effect of killing with one strike. Once the true name is released, it will inevitably pierce the enemy's heart. Did

that guy, Gilgamesh, really open the star of omniscience and decipher the true name of the treasure...