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"Lanc, get ready to welcome our last guest."

"Humph, I couldn't ask for more."

Cú Chulainn slung the crimson magic spear over his shoulder, a bloodthirsty and warlike smile spreading across his face.

"I can't wait any longer."

As Rin, Shirou, and Jeanne were rushing to the church, an unexpected yet perfectly logical figure blocked their path.

It's Rd, Medusa.

And, her Master, whom she was supporting and who looked utterly disheveled—Shinji Matou.

"Stop! Stop right there!"

The moment Matou Shinji saw Rin and Shirou, his face, pale with fear, forced a fierce yet cowardly expression. He clearly wanted to take advantage of the chaos tonight to escape the troublesome city of Fuyuki.

"Tohsaka! And Emiya! You...you stay away! I...I'm telling you, my weapon, the Three Jewels, is very strong! If you come any closer, I'll have her kill you!"

As he uttered harsh words, he uncontrollably retreated.

Rin looked at the man who had once pushed her sister into hell and was now like a stray dog. Instantly, her ruby-like eyes were filled with a cold, undisguised killing intent.

"Kill me?" She sneered, several gems gleaming with deadly light already appearing between her fingers. "You think you can kill me, a piece of trash who doesn't even have magic circuits?"

"You, you..." Shinji Matou trembled all over from Rin's cold gaze. As if grasping at the last straw, he frantically gave orders to the servant beside him.

"—Rd! What are you doing?! Quick! Attack them! Kill them all! Kill them all!"

A hint of reluctance and helplessness flashed across Rd's face, which was hidden by the blindfold. However, the absolute command from her Master left her no room to disobey.

She sighed, and slowly raised the chain with sharp spikes in her hand, assuming an attack stance.

However, before she could even make a move—

"—Sigh, what a boring farce."

A sigh filled with impatience and mockery came from behind Rin.

Arch, finally, has stopped being a bystander.

He didn't even materialize; he simply, in his spirit form, slowly drew back an illusory longbow made of magic.

A strangely shaped, drill-like spiral sword materialized in his hand.

—【Pseudo-Spiral Sword (Caladbolg)】!

"That's enough, you succubus."

He released the bowstring.

call out--!!!!

The spiral sword, which housed the legends of the great Celtic heroes, was instantly infused with immense magical power, enough to warp space! It was no longer a simple "arrow," but transformed into a powerful "bomb," comparable to an A-rank Noble Phantasm!

—【BrokenPhantasm】!

Rd's expression changed drastically in an instant! She could clearly feel the destructive power contained in the "arrow" flying towards her, a power powerful enough to instantly destroy her spiritual core!

She strained with all her might, turning the double chains into a purple shield in an attempt to block!

However, it was all in vain.

boom--!!!!!!!!!!

A deafening roar, comparable to the explosion of a cruise missile, echoed throughout the entire block!

Amidst the blinding, distorted light and devastating shockwave, Rd's prized chains were easily torn apart and shattered like fragile spider silk! Her slender figure was completely swallowed up by the raging torrent of energy before she could even utter a mournful cry!

When the light faded, all that remained was a huge, charred crater.

Rd, the spirit core collapsed, and he completely withdrew from the scene.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

Shinji Matou collapsed to the ground, staring at the horrifying scene before him, and at Rin Tohsaka, whose eyes were as cold as knives, walking towards him step by step. He was so frightened that he wet himself and became incoherent.

Rin walked up to him and slowly squatted down.

She looked at the thirty abandoned creatures in the second part of the story, the culprit who, out of jealousy, pushed her younger sister into the hell called "Insect Warehouse" and made her suffer inhuman torture for ten years in the world line that Gu Chuan had not corrected.

kill him.

A cold voice was screaming wildly in her heart.

However, when she saw Shinji's face, which was streaked with tears and looking utterly pathetic due to extreme fear, her overwhelming killing intent miraculously subsided.

She remembered Sakura, and the pure smile that bloomed on her face again after Gu Chuan redeemed her in 977.

It's not worth getting your hands dirty for such scum.

However, while the death penalty may be avoided, punishment is inevitable.

“Arch.” She stood up and gave the order in a cold, emotionless tone.

"Break his legs."

“…Rin?” Arch’s voice carried a hint of surprise.

“I said, break his legs,” Rin repeated, “as a small punishment for all his past misdeeds.”

"...As you wish, my Mast."

With two crisp, teeth-grinding cracking sounds and Shinji Matou's pig-like screams, this once invincible "Second Master" was completely reduced to a cripple who could no longer stand.

At this point, the Rd camp is out of the game.

When Rin, Shirou, and Jeanne finally arrived at the Fuyuki Church after dealing with everything, another group of people was already waiting there.

Gu Chuan remained as relaxed as ever, as if he were just attending an ordinary banquet.

Beside him stood Artoria, dressed in a black suit, wielding a holy sword, looking dashing and heroic.

And then there are his two inseparable "daughters" and "maids"—Sakura and Momo.

Finally, the two groups officially met under the huge cross of the Fuyuki Church, which looked particularly solemn under the moonlight.

Before them, the heavy doors of the church slowly opened.

Kirei Kotomine wore a smug yet sickly smile, like a host welcoming a distinguished guest at a banquet.

And beside him, Lanc, the Irish Son of Light, wielding a red magic spear and radiating an intense fighting spirit.

The actors for the final battle have all arrived.

This bloody drama, orchestrated by the Holy Grail, has finally come to its final and climax.

142 Duel of the Two Kings, Saint and Demon

The cool moonlight, like God's mercy, quietly spilled into the solemn courtyard of the Fuyuki Church.

The air seemed to freeze.

Two groups faced off beneath a massive cross. On one side was the confident and seemingly impervious final boss, Kirei Kotomine, accompanied by the wild and battle-ready Child of Light beside him. On the other side was an overwhelmingly large "protagonist team" centered around Gu Chuan.

Ultimately, it was Cú Chulainn, the legendary Irish hero who spent his life pursuing exhilarating battles and wielding the great umbrella, who broke the silence.

He ignored everyone else, his sharp blue eyes, like those of a beast, fixed on the blonde woman who wielded an invisible sword and exuded a pure yet powerful knightly aura.

He could sense that the Sab before him was a truly formidable foe he had never encountered in his life! That warrior's instinct, emanating from the depths of his soul, made the blood in his veins boil with excitement!

"—Hey, Sab over there."

He pointed the crimson magic spear in his hand at Artoria, a bloodthirsty yet respectful smile on his face.

"Before these boring bastards begin their pointless slaughter."

"Would you be interested in having a one-on-one duel with me, undisturbed by anyone else?"

He extended the invitation. It was not a Master's command, but a pure warrior's most sincere, honor-staking challenge to another worthy opponent.

Artoria looked at him, and a fierce fighting spirit ignited in those usually calm, lake-like emerald eyes. She could feel the same pride and glory of a "knight" emanating from him.

She didn't turn around to ask her Master, but instead, with her own will, readily agreed.

"—I accept your challenge, Lanc."

"very good!"

Cú Chulainn let out a hearty laugh!

The next second, his figure transformed into a blue lightning bolt, and the demonic spear in his hand, like a poisonous dragon emerging from its cave, pierced straight into Artoria's heart with a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air!

Artoria, too, transformed into a golden streak of light and rushed forward to meet it!

when--!!!!!!

A sharp, metallic clang, loud enough to shatter eardrums, resounded loudly in the church courtyard!

A showdown between two top knights, a battle decided purely by martial arts, is about to begin!

Just as the battle in the courtyard reached its climax, another "battle" quietly began inside the church.

"What a touching scene."

Kirei Kotomine watched the two figures crossing paths in the courtyard, a gloomy yet morbid smile on his face. He turned around and looked at Jeanne d'Arc, who was warily protecting Shirou Emiya.

"Holy Maiden, won't you go and help your companion?"

"My duty is to protect my Mast," Joan of Arc's voice was pure and resolute.

“Mast? Heh…” Kirei Kotomine laughed, turning his gaze to the orange-haired boy who had been staring at him with a hostile look the whole time.

“Shirou Emiya, I know you. You are Kiritsugu Emiya’s son.”

He slowly walked towards Shirou, each step seeming to resonate with the rhythm of a drumbeat, filled with a suffocating sense of oppression.

"Your father was an empty man like me. He gave up everything for that ridiculous sense of justice, but in the end, he gained nothing."

“And you,” he walked up to Shirou, looking down at him from above, his eyes, which were always hidden in the shadows, revealed for the first time an undisguised, extreme pleasure, as if he were enjoying the suffering of others!

"You are more hollow and more hypocritical than him."

"Want to become a champion of justice? Don't be ridiculous. That's not your ideal at all; it's just a vague relic you borrowed from that man!"

He used the most vicious words, like the sharpest scalpel, to dissect Shirou's fragile heart layer by layer, attempting to completely tear apart and defile his pure ideals!

"--shut up!"

Shirou roared angrily and was about to rush forward!

However, a pure white hand stood firmly in front of him.

It is Joan of Arc.

"—Your opponent is me."

The saintess held the holy banner with the dragon pattern in her hand. Her blue eyes, which were always full of love, were now like the most steadfast rock, filled with a sacred and inviolable majesty!

"In the name of the Lord, I hereby judge your sins!"

An ultimate battle of faith and ideology between a "saint" and a "priest" has broken out!

Joan of Arc's Noble Phantasm, "My Lord is Here," can protect all and ward off all calamities. Kirei Komine's fighting style, a combination of the Chinese martial art "Bajiquan" and the Church's secret technique "Black Key," is deadly in every move; each strike is filled with the purest, destructive killing intent!

In an instant, sacred radiance and dark magic collided and intertwined fiercely within the small church!

In the courtyard, the battle between Lanc and Sab has reached its climax!

Cú Chulainn's spearmanship was like a raging storm, each strike as fast as lightning and as powerful as a thunderbolt! Artoria's swordsmanship, on the other hand, was like the most solid rock, each parry as steady as Mount Tai and each counterattack as swift as thunder!

The two figures moved so fast that they were almost impossible to catch with the naked eye. All that could be seen was one blue and one gold, two streaks of light, chasing and colliding wildly in the courtyard! The crisp, teeth-grinding metallic clang was like the most intense drumbeats, pounding wildly on the hearts of everyone present!

Just as Lan was about to unleash the true name of her Noble Phantasm and engage in a final showdown with Sab—

An overwhelming and terrifying aura, filled with absolute arrogance and majesty, descended from the sky without warning!

Amidst a sky full of dazzling golden ripples, Gilgamesh, the oldest king clad in golden armor, finally descended magnificently onto the battlefield.

"—That's enough, Mad Dog, and Knight King."

He spoke casually, in a tone full of contempt, as if he were interrupting two ants fighting.

"This boring game of knights has already bored me to death."