A person is in Type-Moon, goes out, and then picks up an Outer God girl?

The next moment, the clouds that had been dispersed by Archer once again obscured the moonlight that was spreading from the clouds, and a darkness far darker than before instantly enveloped the sky and the earth.

At this moment, the vibration coming from the center of the ocean caused the sword in Arthur's hand to resonate slightly. His eyes were filled with solemnity, and he questioned Caster who was flipping through the books in the sky.

"Caster! What the hell did you do?!"

Water, Wind, and Flower: Chapter 71: The superimposed summons of the R'lyeh text, is Gatanjea coming?

"Caster, what on earth did you do?!"

Arthur's voice came from below. His figure was very far away, not even a trace of firefly in the darkness, but his voice was extremely clear.

The storm of the Sword of Separation subsided further. While Gilgamesh was still immersed in the search for Tōsaka Tokiomi, Duanmu Ye, who was listening to the message coming from the wind and flipping through the magic book in his hand, looked normal.

This is the grimoire taken from Gil de Red. It might be best called the "R'lyeh Text" or the "R'lyeh Text."

In fact, when he destroyed Gilles de Re's spiritual base, he had already obtained this independent magic book in his hand. Because it was so compatible with the power in his own body, the moment he got it, it had become a part of the ability of the "Priest of Water".

"What?"

Arthur's question made Duanmu Ye laugh in his heart. He had used the Sword of Promised Victory seven times in a row. Even with Irisviel, the android created by Einzbern who would awaken to become the Lesser Holy Grail, supplying him with magic power, he had reached his limit at this moment, because Irisviel had not yet fully grown into the Lesser Holy Grail and had not yet become a container for magic power.

Be it Assassin who left the stage in public, or Berserker under his control, in fact, except for Gilgamesh who was wiped out by Gilgamesh's Sword of Sundering, no Servant left the stage. The Holy Grail that would only be activated after at least three servants left the stage would not provide infinite magic to the servants like Sakura Matou who had a fragment of the Holy Grail buried in her heart.

Even though the Einzbern androids already have extremely rich reserves of magic power, the continuous use of the Noble Phantasm will still require some time to recover no matter how much it consumes.

What's wrong with the low basic panel? Irisviel doesn't have the direct connection to the aliens' magic supply like me. She can almost obtain magic from nature. Even if she maintains the power of the Nobleman of the Wind, it only consumes very low magic. Otherwise, why is it said that aliens are so powerful?

Therefore, Duanmu Ye, who knew very well what he was going to do, ignored Arthur's questioning and kept flipping through the R'lyeh text in his hand, muttering the words which he actually couldn't understand at all but would recite subconsciously. At the same time, not far away, in a huge pit blasted out by Gilgamesh's sword of separation, into which seawater was pouring, a twisted mass of flesh was subtly undergoing a change.

At this moment, Gilles de Rais could no longer see anything clearly. He could even sense that he was being punished by the Lord, as if by the death penalty imposed during the nobles' trial. The pain made him feel a little sad.

The Lord did not bless anyone, and he did not even truly punish himself for causing such a disaster. The storm that tore apart every inch of his skin and every inch of flesh came from an arrogant guy who did not understand art at all. Such an arrogant guy must have wanted to snatch the wealth he had from his hands!

But...what wealth does he have now?

"Yes, Gilles de Ray... Your existence holds a value that no one else can match..."

Suddenly, the sound made Gil de Rede see some light in front of his eyes. The sound seemed extremely familiar, and the light seemed extremely sacred.

Ahhh… Is this the glory of the Lord?

Ahhh... Is that the saint's voice?

Gilles de Res desperately wanted to open his eyes to see if the light that seeped out from his sight was the saint he had always been thinking about.

He failed. Whether it was pursuing the Holy Grail, blaspheming the name of the Lord, or even the things He guided, he did not complete them. Even if he was like this, would the Saint come to see him?

Gilles de Rais muttered this to himself. The passage of time was almost imperceptible to him at this moment. He also felt the light in front of him becoming brighter and brighter, and the scene behind the light becoming clearer and clearer, until he saw the familiar church and the white saint turned around. Tears involuntarily flowed from the corners of his eyes.

"Saint... Saint! Ah... Joan of Arc, it's you! I never thought... I would actually see you again!"

He let "Joan of Arc" who turned around and gently stroked his cheek. Even though his body was still unable to move, Gilles de Red felt the so-called "hope" in his heart.

"Jill... Don't be afraid. Accept the Lord's gift. He will give you the power to defeat all your enemies!"

The figure of "Joan of Arc" gradually faded away the moment the words fell, but Gilles de Rais, who was crying, could still feel the warmth of the touch on his cheek. He would not mistake this touch, nor would he have any doubt. This was the encouragement from the saint herself, the encouragement he was very familiar with under this sacred banner.

Gilles de Rais suddenly opened his eyes and saw that behind the glorious church was darkness. In the picture above the building that was sticking out from the water not far away, there was a heretic who was his enemy.

Ah... this won't do... even if it's just for the Saint... he will also spread the sacred flag throughout the world...

Thick tentacles shot out from the bottom of the water. At this moment, Gilles de Reh had never felt such powerful strength. Even though the armor he carried was extremely heavy, making his movements extremely difficult, the armor given by the "Lord" was enough to block any attack. The power given by the "Lord" could even easily create waves far greater than the ones just now.

Gilles de Ray was resurrected. To be more precise, a monster that was far more bizarre and more complete than the sea monster that Archer had just destroyed reappeared before everyone's eyes.

On its face was the face of Gilles de Ray, and the constant roars seemed to have the power to invade thoughts. The constantly waving tentacles casually set off a tsunami hundreds of feet high, which hit the shore of Fuyuki again and again, and even the cities around Fuyuki were affected one after another.

"This isn't good... Could this guy be some kind of evil god, the kind that won't die no matter how hard you try?"

Because he was affected by the storm caused by the Sword of Separation, Iskandar, who had lost the Wheel of Divine Power, looked at the incoming waves with some difficulty. Unlike Arthur who was able to constantly step into the air to dodge, he summoned his own BMW and took Waver, who was already terrified and speechless, on the horse in front of him. He looked at Diarmuid who saved him with his superb agility.

"Lancer, thank you for your assistance, but from now on, we need to rethink our strategy."

Diarmuid smiled calmly. As one of the ground combat personnel, he couldn't exert much strength. He felt that it was natural for him to be able to save Rider who was affected while trying to approach the monster.

"We are allies, aren't we? Although my gun was able to cause some damage to that monster, it was still too small compared to the contribution made by you and Saber."

Diarmuid paused, then spoke apologetically.

"Sorry, Rider, my Master called me back. I guess he has made a new decision. See you later!"

As Diarmuid transformed into a spirit, the solemnity on Iskandar's face, which had eased slightly, became ugly again. Even so, he still drove Bucephalus away from the surface that was about to be submerged by the tide again.

At the same time, Kayneth, who was standing on the rooftop, was also a little solemn. Although he was threatening Irisviel just now, wanting to force the other party to waste a Command Spell in the name of alliance to order Saber not to actively attack Lancer before the decisive battle...but at this moment, there seemed to be a more difficult problem than personal grudges.

As a learned monarch, Kenneth quickly deduced the abilities of the resurrected monster on the sea. It was like biological evolution. Just moments before, it had endured Archer's seemingly sneak attack from above while still in its invertebrate form. This time, it had a carapace that resembled the ancient nautilus. But above that perforated carapace, it was a material unlike anything seen on Earth, like bone...

"Lord El-Melloi, do you think now is the time for us to fight among ourselves?"

Forced into a corner, Irisviel was extremely serious. At this moment, she was still trembling and afraid. Facing such a reborn monster, it seemed that she had tried every method. It seemed that all the struggles that followed were useless. A feeling of powerlessness spread deeply from the bottom of her heart.

"You are right, Einzbern. I think it is time we put aside our differences and fight this monster together."

Kenneth tried to cover up what had just happened with a smile. According to his rough estimation, if he didn't get rid of the monster first, it seemed that this Holy Grail War would not be able to continue, and even his own life would be in danger.

If I had known that rural magic rituals would be this extreme...

Kenneth's expression froze slightly. Although what was happening now was beyond his expectations, he still had ways to deal with it.

"Lord, you called me?"

Diarmuid was kneeling on one knee with his head lowered. There were traces of blood on his body from the destruction of many of the proliferating tentacles. Those traces did not disappear as magic power, but remained on his body like marks.

Although he was a little confused, Kenneth did not choose to pursue the issue. Instead, under Irisviel's gaze, he slowly walked towards the magic workshop not far away.

Diarmuid just knelt on the ground without moving, which surprised Irisviel. She had only seen such loyalty in Arthur. There was no doubt that both Lancer and Saber seemed to have the same thing.

"It's the spirit of chivalry, Elly. Diarmuid possesses the qualities of a loyal knight who would be considered one of the best even in my time."

Just like Lancelot...

Arthur didn't say such words after all. Even now he could feel the gaze from Lancelot, just like he was the only one who could see Caster. Only he could sense the gaze coming from somewhere unknown.

"Huh? Is this the legendary King Arthur? You look so reassuring. I'm truly lucky to see your true face here."

Kenneth walked out of the magic workshop with his seemingly hypocritical smile on his face. In his hand, he was holding a simple box and slowly walked towards Diarmuid.

"..."

Arthur remained silent. He had become accustomed to being called by his real name.

Even so, he and Irisviel fixed their gazes on the wooden box that Kenneth had taken out of the magic workshop.

"Such a magical reaction... Lord El-Melloi, you seem well prepared to participate in this Holy Grail War."

As an Einzbern android, Irisviel was the first to notice the reaction of the magic power overflowing from the box. This was a perfect compliment for Kenneth, who was originally acting as a backup.

"Of course, I'm an Einzbern android. I'm not like you, who pass on the glory of magic to false things. I carry the honor of the Archibald and El-Melloi families on my shoulders. Something like you can never match."

"Lord El-Melloi, your words are a bit too harsh!"

Arthur was the first to respond on behalf of Irisviel, but Kenneth sneered indifferently.

A table was built in front of him using mercury magic. When the wooden box was placed on it and opened, a crimson sword with traces of repair appeared before his eyes.

"Although I've always had good luck, I'll still make adequate preparations in advance. The relic I borrowed from the Archaeology Department will eventually be returned to its original owner. I just don't know if you can unleash the true power of this sword at this moment."

It was a scarlet longsword. Diarmuid, who slowly stood up from the ground, was not surprised. He put away the yellow pistol, and when he held the longsword in the wooden box, a hint of joy appeared on his face.

"Although I didn't have the opportunity to manifest with Saber's class this time, using it doesn't necessarily require Saber's class to cooperate."

As the huge anger was taken out, Diarmuid's aura changed slightly, and Arthur also noticed that there was an extra metal core emitting a little glow in the wooden box.

Under such gaze, Kenneth took out the core from it, stretched it towards Diarmuid, and the next moment, it merged into his body.

"This is the pinnacle of the El-Melloi family's magical ceremonial attire. The level of power the Three-Base Magic Furnace can achieve is no less difficult than the perfect androids that you, the Einzbern, have dedicated thousands of years to creating. Furthermore, it allows a Servant to use their magic power without worry, even allowing them to unleash their Noble Phantasms to the maximum extent possible."

The smile on Kenneth's face gradually turned cold. He couldn't help but look in the direction of Arthur and Irisviel, and spoke with a chuckle.

"After all, that monster is merely a product of a magic spell. With Lancer's advantage, I'll leave it to you to clear the way. As long as we can get close to that monster, relying on Lancer's spear and sword, I'm sure we can easily defeat it, right?"

Water, Wind, Flower: Chapter 9: Gilgamesh is also Gil! (15/)

"You're sending Saber to her own death! How can you possibly approach a guy like that just by talking?"

Irisviel walked forward angrily, but was held back by Arthur, with a serious look on her face.

It was at this moment that Irisviel noticed that Arthur also had the same blood stains on his body as Diarmuid. This was undoubtedly an impossible thing for a Servant who was originally a spirit, but Arthur did not allow her to ask further questions.

"You said Lancer's spear and sword were able to inflict damage on that monster. That spear does have the ability to break through magical defenses, so it's no exaggeration to call it a Noble Phantasm killer.

But that only works against defenses woven from magic, or magical enhancements and additional abilities applied to weapons. The monsters summoned further have already transcended the concept of magic. Even if Lancer's gun can break magic, it can't do any further damage to the established fact!"

Arthur's expression was extremely solemn, and the knowledge that flooded into his head made him talk incessantly. At this moment, Kenneth's expression gradually calmed down a little.

"So, what reason do we have to believe your words? To believe that Lancer, armed with a sword and a gun, has the ability to defeat such a monster?"

Irisviel poured out all the words at once. She was very surprised that Arthur knew so much about the gun, and Kenneth felt a little troubled like Irisviel.

Arthur's description of the "Demon-Breaking Red Rose" was absolutely correct. In a way, he even understood the extent of what the gun could do better than he did.

To be honest, he did want to conceal the information about the sword and focus on the gun. After all, Diarmuid, who possessed both great rage and the magic-breaking red rose, was almost a truly complete form. He just used the Lancer class to master the Noble Phantasms of both the Saber and Lancer classes.

Even if Diarmuid's real name is exposed, as long as the people in this Holy Grail War know less about this magic sword, he will still have a trump card that will ensure victory.

"Let me tell you..."

Diarmuid walked out and looked at Arthur in front of him. He confessed the abilities granted by "Great Fury". Arthur was not surprised by the "one-hit kill" and "first-hit win" abilities. He had probably guessed these, but he was still surprised that the sword had the same ability as the Sword of Promised Victory to "bring certain victory" to Diarmuid.

"So, what my monarch said is not wrong. Perhaps letting me charge in the front will create a better chance of victory."

Silence spread at this moment, and Kenneth seized the opportunity and began to vigorously declare his victory.

"So, Einzbern androids, after understanding this, be prepared to leave. After we defeat that monster, you will be the first to take your turn!"

Diarmuid felt a little embarrassed by such remarks that were not in the best interest of the allies, but compared to Irisviel who seemed a little worried, Arthur interrupted Kenneth's dreamlike remarks with great calmness.

"If this is the extent of your Noble Phantasm, then please don't continue. The threat posed by that monster is definitely not one that can be defeated with a single strike."

Arthur's decisive words gradually froze the smile on Kenneth's face, and a look of doubt gradually emerged on his face.

"How do you know how Lancer can defeat that monster? Archer's Noble Phantasm is a power bestowed by the gods, and the same is true for Lancer's sword. It's not necessarily much worse than Archer's."

Arthur did not immediately respond to Kenneth's words. Under Irisviel's puzzled gaze, he took out the holy sword that was now shining with light and spoke calmly.

"Right now, the monster summoned by Caster is threatening the entire planet. Not just here, but everywhere else is affected by it. And this sword is the Holy Sword of the Stars that will be used to defeat it and save the world!"

"Caster? Caster is here too?!"

......

"Caster... I've figured it out. Since there are some foolish pariahs trying to interfere with my actions, I might as well punish them all for disturbing my enjoyment of battle!"

Duanmu Ye, who was flipping through the R'lyeh text, was stunned. Even he couldn't understand what Gilgamesh wanted to express at this moment.

However, the next moment after Duanmu Ye was thinking, Gilgamesh put the sword of separation in his hand back into the treasury, and in full view of everyone, he took out a bottle of potion emitting some magic power from it.

"I must admit that after my recent battle with you, coupled with the interference from the untouchables, my physical fitness has been reduced to a very low level. However, as the first person to force me into such a desperate situation, you deserve my serious consideration for every encounter!"

He opened the medicine bottle in his hand, and the overflowing powerful magic power even formed a little water mist that began to evaporate. After he raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, the magic armor that had been lost was instantly repaired by the golden light, and his originally messy hair was restored to its original appearance.

Gilgamesh threw away the empty medicine bottle and returned to his original appearance, then smiled a slightly arrogant smile again.

"This is a spiritual elixir that can turn back time. To be more precise, it can turn this king's perfect body back to perfection. Even if I have been dormant for a thousand years, as long as I still have the strength to use it, I can use this elixir to return to my most perfect state!"

Listening to Gilgamesh's explanation, Duanmu Ye, who was searching in his mind for what was in Gilgamesh's royal treasure house, also found the answer.

Different from the ability displayed by the Faceless God, the bottle of time-reversing elixir is not so much about reversing time as it is about reversing the individual who takes it unilaterally. The content of the reversal is not at the level of the concept of time. It is only about reversing the physical condition, which is not a very difficult problem for Duanmu Ye.

After all, compared to this thing that looks like a blood-replenishing potion, Duanmu Ye still thinks that the ability of the Faceless God is more awesome.

Despite this, Duanmu Ye still contacted Van Gogh, wanting to confirm whether after taking such a potion, his spirit would return to its original state.

"No...no...Gilgamesh's portrait is still the same...his eyes are still the same..."

Van Gogh's voice rang in his mind immediately, and Duanmu Ye heard something wrong in her tone.

"What's wrong, Van Gogh? Lancelot isn't by your side?"

Duanmu Ye frowned slightly. For some reason, Van Gogh's voice gave Duanmu Ye a bad feeling, but soon Van Gogh's negative words came to his ears.

"No, that's not Duanmu... Just now, a man in black set his sights on us. Lancelot wanted to go over, but I pulled him back... He was dragged for a long distance like trash... Hey, hey, hey..."

"This isn't something to be happy about, Van Gogh... Did you grab Lancelot's feet and hold him back?"