I, Who Saved Xingyue, Became the Master of Xingyue

"If you win, don't destroy your opponent, if you dominate, don't insult your opponent. This is the real conquest!"

Iskandar puffed out his chest and spoke bluntly.Then he drew the sword from his waist.Slashing across the empty sky, splitting the space... In an instant, accompanied by a vortex-like rushing flow of magic power, a huge gleaming treasure appeared.Weber seemed about to be overturned by a sudden gust of wind.Holding back the scream, he hugged the steel bone tightly.

"This is the end of watching the battle, we are going to participate in the battle, little Master."

Before the words landed, Iskandar flipped his cloak and jumped.I rode on that treasure.

"What about you? How about going to the battlefield with me?"

Regarding the invitation from the King of Conquerors, Tian Yang nodded, "If you don't mind letting me be your mount..."

"That's natural!" Iskandar showed a heroic smile.

Holding Sakura in his arms, Tianyang slowly got on the wheel of the King of Conquerors.

"Idiot, idiot, idiot! You are fooling around now! And they are enemies now! Just let them sit on it!"

"Huh? If you don't want to go, then you stay here and watch?"

"I'm going! Take me, idiot!"

"Obey! This is worthy of being my Master!"

Iskandar let out a hearty laugh, and lightly grabbed Waver's collar.Let Webb ride beside him.

"Let's go now, Kamui Wheel!"

Iskandar's Noble Phantasm responded to the Master's call with a thunderous sound.

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A gust of wind blowing in the opposite direction.The intricacies of life and death.

When Artoria and Diarmuid passed by, the flying red blood flowers bloomed brightly and then disappeared in an instant.

Artoria, who charged past, stopped, and at the same time, the two turned their heads.

Both of them stood upright and did not lose their will to confront each other.The two heroic spirits are still alive.

With great difficulty, it was possible for the battle to deviate slightly from the track of attacking each other.At this moment, Arturia analyzed the battle situation and made a decisive decision, delaying the duel between the two.

As a result, the yellow short spear that was about to stab Artoria to death did not hit Artoria's chest but on her left arm.At the same time, Artoria's golden sword slightly deviated from Diarmuid's vitals.What the blade stabbed at was Diarmuid's left arm. It was strange that the two were injured in the same part.

But are the two injured equally?

"You still don't let me win you easily. Good. Your unyielding look."

Diarmuid stared at Arturia with a sad smile on his face, as if trying to pretend not to mind the wound on his elbow.And Diarmuid's wound was really like watching a movie replay.It healed without anyone's touch, and then even the traces disappeared.Even the Servant's self-healing ability can't have such a fast recovery ability. It must be the Master who is invisible and watching the outcome. Healing magic.

Contrary to Diarmuid, Artoria's dignified beauty cannot hide her pain and anxiety.

Diarmuid's spear fighting in the air and Artoria's sword gripping the hilt with both hands are of course different in power.At least from the appearance, the wound on Artoria's forearm pierced by a short spear is considered a minor injury compared to Diarmuid's wound.

"Irisviel, heal my wound too!"

"I cured it! Cured it, but..."

Compared to the injured Arturia, Irisviel who came to rescue her looked even more embarrassed.

As a magus, Irisviel is undoubtedly top-notch.Needless to say the density and intensity of her practice, she was originally a special case in the magic world, with a designed and created body.It is impossible for her to make mistakes when using low-level magic like healing magic.Even if something goes wrong, Irisviel herself will know how to deal with it.

but……

"It should have been cured without any problems. Saber, your current state should be completely cured."

Artoria didn't dare to slack off and continued to guard Diarmuid, while staring at the wound on her left arm.The wound didn't bleed much, and it looked like a minor injury, but the bad thing was that the tendon was severed.The thumb, the most important of the five fingers, was unable to move, so Arturia could not grasp the hilt of the sword with sufficient grip.

Arturia knew that Irisviel's treatment method was not wrong.But the arm still hasn't healed.The thumb of the left hand seemed to be congenitally disabled, motionless.

Diarmuid didn't pay attention to Artoria, didn't attack, and bent over confidently.With his left hand, he picked up the yellow short gun that had fallen on the ground.

"In front of my demon-breaking red rose, you can realize that armor is useless, which is not bad."

Perhaps it was concluded that after showing the effect of the Noble Phantasm, there was no need to hide it anymore.Diarmuid did not hesitate to say the real name of his Noble Phantasm.

While roaring, Diarmuid held up the red spear in his right hand and the short yellow spear in his left hand as if spreading his wings.This posture is exactly the same as the posture at the beginning of the battle.This is not a posture to confuse people, but a unique killing method mastered by this warrior after intense training.

"I understand that this is a gun with a spell attached to it. Once stabbed by it, the wound will never heal. I should have noticed this earlier." Arturia couldn't help biting her lips and sighed.

A red spear that cuts through magic.Cursed yellow gun.Coupled with the tear mole under the left eye that can seduce girls, it is easy to determine these factors together.Speaking from the legend, the prestige recited by the legend of Celtic heroes is even somewhat related to the legend of King Arthur.But Arturia herself didn't think of this, which is indeed a bit incredible.

"Fiona Knights, the most imposing Diarmuid, the first warrior. I didn't expect the Holy Grail to give you the honor of participating."

"This is the wonder of the Holy Grail War. But I am the one who is praised by everyone. People who travel through time and space and are invited to the Seat of Heroes will not mistake your golden sword."

Diarmuid, whose real name was accidentally seen through, narrowed his eyes with a refreshing mood.

"Compete with such a well-known King of Knights, avenge me with a sword, this is something I can't give up."

"Then, we know each other's names, and I challenge you as a knight to decide the outcome of this ordinary battle. Even so, I stabbed an arm, are you not convinced? Saber"

"Don't be a joke. You worry about me because of this small injury, it's better to say it's my humiliation."

Artoria asserted resolutely, while gnashing her teeth with hatred deep in her heart.

"A mere stab is nothing."

Artoria assembled her magic again and put on the silver armor.Although it was just a waste of his magic power in front of Diarmuid's demon-breaking Red Rose.But it is still useful to guard against the inevitable yellow rose.After Arturia restrained the surrounding atmosphere again, she sealed the golden sword into the invisible wind king barrier.

No matter what method is used, the wound cannot be healed. The curse of the yellow gun may also destroy the gun itself, and the curse will not be lifted until the owner of the gun, Diarmuid, is defeated.

Although it seems to be her own disadvantage now, Arturia's fighting spirit has not only not shrunk, but has become even higher.

The first battle of the Holy Grail War met an impeccable opponent.As a samurai who lives by the sword, he has to fight with high spirits when he meets such a good opponent.Now Diarmuid, who is standing here confronting Artoria, is also forcing himself to face this extreme competition that will exhaust not only tricks but also resourcefulness.

At the same time, Diarmuid's fighting spirit is also extremely high.

Artoria used a left arm to block the sneak attack of the destructive Yellow Rose that appeared as her ultimate skill, so Diarmuid's respect for Artoria, and Diarmuid's respect for this battle The value of the game win adds an extra layer of joy.

"Wake up! Saber, the Holy Grail this time is mine."

"That's what you can say before I have the Holy Grail. Lancer!"

While speaking bold and provocative words, the two predicted each other's nirvana, and carefully tested each other step by step.

Swords and magic spears at the touch of a button.

At this moment, a burst of thunder resounding through the sky interrupted the actions of the two.

Chapter 22 Iskandar's Invitation

Seeing what landed in front of Arturia and Diarmuid, Irisviel was dumbfounded and opened her mouth in surprise.

Chariot

Judging from the appearance.This is an old-fashioned chariot with two fronts.It is not a warhorse that is tied to the chariot.It was a burly, well-built bull with tumbling muscles.The hooves of the bull tread on the void, pulling the luxurious and magnificent chariot.

No, the chariot is not simply floating in the air.The wheels of the chariot roared, and under the hooves of the bull was not the earth but lightning.

Every time the hooves and chariots kicked the empty sky, the purple lightning flashed its spider web-shaped tentacles, and with a deafening sound, the atmosphere was rolled up.The magical power of the lightning burst might be comparable to the blows of Diarmuid and Artoria who put out all their strengths.

Both Arturia and Diarmuid looked nervous and said nothing.Stare at this chariot that suddenly visited.Needless to say, Irisviel was panicked, and the Master of Diarmuid, who has not shown up until now, must have felt trembling.

If it is a Heroic Spirit with such a huge lightning energy wrapped around his body, it may be the predecessor of Thor.And if it is Thor related to the bull, the first thing that comes to mind is the supreme god of Olympus.This chariot really cannot be called a heroic spirit, but even if it is called an appendage of a heroic spirit, it must be full of powerful threats.

The chariot with its feet on the thunder and lightning hovered over Diarmuid and Artoria aggressively, then slowed down and landed on the ground.It just landed between the two heroic spirits who were facing each other, blocking the blades and spear points of the two.While landing on the ground, it retracted the dazzling thunder, revealing the figure of a giant man, standing majestically on the bridge of the chariot.

"In front of this king, both sides put away their weapons for me!"

It was a deliberate growl that rivaled the thunderous sound he made when he appeared galloping through the sky.Those piercing gazes seemed to have the momentum to force back the sword and spear point that were confronting each other.

Needless to say, both Diarmuid and Artoria are famous heroic spirits.It's not something that can be frightened by just two casual roars.However, this new Heroic Spirit didn't attack them, but just to disrupt their duel, he shot sideways.So the two people didn't understand his intention to do so, and couldn't help but hesitated.

After weakening the momentum of Diarmuid and Artoria first, the burly chariot owner continued to say in a stern tone: "My name is Iskandar the Conqueror. I participated in this Holy Grail War and won Rider's class."

Everyone present was really dumbfounded at this moment.On the battlefield of the Holy Grail, it is impossible for a Servant to declare himself, and the real name is the key to strategy.And the one who was most restless was Weber who was sitting next to Iskandar.

"What are you thinking about, idiot!!"

Waver was so delirious that he even forgot to fear when faced with Iskandar's gigantic form.He bluffed and questioned Iskandar while holding onto Iskandar's coat tightly.

"You are so heroic that I am speechless, King of Conquerors."

Tianyang couldn't help laughing for a while, and slowly got off the opponent's chariot, and thanked him at the same time.

"Thank you for your help, King of Conquerors!"

Saying that, Tianyang stood aside holding Xiaoying in his arms, and at the same time, everyone couldn't help being surprised by Tianyang's appearance.

Isn't this the servant who appeared in the Tohsaka mansion at that time, which was comparable to that golden heroic spirit?

Of course, only Irisviel and Artoria didn't know about this matter.

"Tianyang!"

Diarmuid looked at Tianyang vigilantly, making Tianyang speechless for a while.

"Don't be so wary of me, Fiona Knights Chief Spearman - Diarmuid Odina, I am not interested in the rest of the servants, the only one who can make me serious in this Holy Grail War is Tohsaka That Servant of Tokiomi, so I won't waste the rest of my time on you guys."

Tianyang's words were just an explanation, but it was obvious to other people's ears that they were contemptuous of them.

"Are you looking down on us?" Artoria looked at Tianyang with hostility.

Tianyang couldn't help but shook his head helplessly, "Don't be so hostile, okay, King of Knights in Britain, besides, I'm telling the truth, except for that golden heroic spirit, even if you take out your holy sword, you will absolutely will not be my opponent."

Tianyang did not lie. To Tianyang, Arturia has the dragon attribute. Tianyang only needs to take out the treasure with the dragon attribute to restrain the opponent. Even in close combat, Artoria can Absolutely can't beat yourself.

Tianyang, which has integrated all the existing forces in the entire Xingyue, is definitely not something they can contend with.

Gilgamesh has a special place in Tianyang's heart, that's why Tianyang said these words.

"You—" Leaving aside that the other party actually knew her, Arturia was even more surprised by the tone of the other party's speech, that tone of absolute confidence, which also made Artoria recall the first time she saw the other party. impression.

That kind of subconscious feeling of danger just by looking at it, that kind of feeling is like the sense of despair when facing a battle that can never be won, and recalling what Caster said before, Artoria began to feel that the other party Those words are really not to look down on yourself, but that the other party does have that strength.

At this time, Iskandar interrupted the conversation between Tianyang and the two, "You are fighting each other to get the Holy Grail, I have something to ask you before you fight."

"I don't know what kind of expectations you each have for the Holy Grail. But think about it now. Whether your wishes are more important than the ambitions that include heaven and earth."

Although Arturia didn't understand what the words meant, but her intuition told him that the true meaning of the words was full of danger, so he unconsciously widened his eyes, "What exactly do you want to say?"

"Huh? I made it very clear."

At this time, Iskandar still maintained his majesty, but his tone had become much softer and more harmonious.

"I came to the battlefield. Do you have any plans to give me the Holy Grail? If you give me the Holy Grail, I will regard you as friends and share the joy of conquering the world with you."