Chapter 172 Servant vs Servant, Master vs Master

Do we need to abandon Kotomine Kirei and go find Rider's Master, Waver Velvet?

Emiya Kiritsugu moved forward quickly, his mind like frozen lake water, turning into a mirror to reflect the panoramic view of the surrounding area. He made himself a sharp probe, with sensitivity beyond hearing and clarity better than vision. There was no blind spot, and any slight movement could be detected immediately, and he moved forward slowly in the darkness.

At the same time, he divided some of his energy to think about the next action.

If it were any other time, facing Rider's request and so-called "belief", Emiya Kiritsugu would definitely sneer, throw aside the task entrusted to him by Rider, and focus on the task of saving Irisviel and killing Kotomine Kirei.

But this time was different. In front of the Servant, the power of an individual was too small. For Kiritsugu, he would not only face the dangerous Kotomine Kirei, but also Sakutsuki, who was as powerful as a Servant.

Emiya Kiritsugu was sure of defeating Kotomine Kirei, but he had no confidence in facing the Sakutsuki who still did not show his full strength, not to mention that Sakutsuki had conquered Einzbern City a year ago, and the seeds of fear had already been planted.

Yes, he admitted his inner fear, which was why Emiya Kiritsugu repeatedly plotted against him even though Sakutsuki did not show hostility at the beginning of the Holy Grail War.

If he wanted to seize the Holy Grail, the person named ‘Sakutsuki’ would inevitably become his last obstacle.

Emiya Kiritsugu believed this deeply, and his intuition had been confirmed. In just a few days, everything around him was taken away, and he himself was in a precarious situation.

Perhaps all this was his own fault, but Emiya Kiritsugu would never waste time on regrets, but in any case, Saber had abandoned him, and he would never believe Sakutsuki’s lies. In this regard, he had the same view as Sakutsuki.

——Those who believe in the enemy’s words are fools, and those who follow the enemy’s pace are even worse than fools.

In order not to irritate Sakutsuki, he would kill Kotomine Kirei, but when he went to Mount Enzo, Emiya Kiritsugu did not intend to follow Sakutsuki's pace.

But resistance requires capital, so even the magician killer who is used to being alone has to seek the help of the servant.

And Rider, who took the initiative to find the door, is exactly the right-hand man that Emiya Kiritsugu is looking for.

Even if they re-sign the contract after rescuing Waver, with Emiya Kiritsugu's understanding of them, these two naive guys will definitely return this favor to him, but...

"I actually put my hope on the trust of others, what am I thinking..." Emiya Kiritsugu muttered to himself, and then stopped.

It's not that he changed his mind, but he had to stop.

Because in front of him, a man in a robe slowly walked out of the shadows and blocked the way that Emiya Kiritsugu had to pass.

The place where the two met was in the aisle, a straight line that was so narrow that it could not be blocked.

Across the corridor lined with statues, Emiya Kiritsugu saw a figure in a robe.

On the other side of the enamel window, Kotomine Kirei recognized the enemy's black coat.

Just after making a decision, the destined opponent stood in front of Emiya Kiritsugu.

He held the shining black key in his hand, and his pupils reflected the shiny gun body coated with gun oil.

The killing intent naturally filled up, gradually filling the entire corridor.

In the murderous aura, the silver blade flashed.

Three in the right hand and three in the left hand, the agent held a total of six black keys with blades, and ran at full speed.

The assassin aimed the crosshairs of the gun in his hand at the figure in front that was approaching quickly with a gust of wind.

The duel between the assassin and the agent unfolded silently here.

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For Rider, this was the third time he had deployed the King's Army.

But for Archer, this was the first time he saw the army of the King of Conquerors.

The wind with hot sand seemed to respond to the king's call, blowing away the coldness of the church and rushing to Archer's side.

The sword of Seplut held high by the overlord was gathering the thoughts of the heroic spirits from the other side of time and space who had shared dreams with the king in the past.

With one mind, they looked at the horizon covered by mirages, wanting to see the other side of the boundless blue sky.

The warriors' mental image of pursuing the battlefield across time and space eroded reality, turning the church where they prayed to the gods into a plain raging with whirlwinds.

The heroic spirits rushed to the prepared stage one after another and confronted the oldest hero king head-on.

Archer rode alone to face the magnificent army like a surging tide, but he did not show any embarrassment. He stood in front of the army with a calm and composed manner, and his golden standing posture was like a lonely and proud mountain. That was the sense of oppression that only the top heroic spirits had.

His bright red eyes gazed at the magnificent army, filled with bloody joy. Only a king who has enjoyed all the joys in the world knows this abnormal feeling.

In fact, Archer was really happy.

Although he was summoned to the other side of this time and space, he kept repeating the farce in the name of war. He had long been tired of such days. Now he finally found someone who could be regarded as an "enemy".

But now, this feast that was enough to make him gluttonous lacked a crucial condiment - Rider, the core of the army, did not have the murderous aura to declare a decisive battle.

"What do you mean, King of Conquerors? This king is not some ancient Chinese concubine."

"Don't think too much, King of Heroes, I have no interest in you. Putting up such a posture is nothing more than an apology." It was said to be an apology, but Rider's attitude did not mean to apologize at all, "King of Heroes, you Do you still remember what you did at the King’s Banquet?”

"I see..." Gilgamesh instantly understood the implication of Iskandar's words, "Are you trying to say that you are not at your peak today?"

"Yes, although the magic power received is more abundant, but the master I trust is not around, I can't fully display my fighting power." Iskandar admitted frankly, and then Suddenly he rubbed his hands and showed a sly smile.

"Archer, speaking of declarations, we should have made an agreement during the last banquet."

"Are you referring to the conclusion that we can only fight to the death?"

"Didn't we agree to finish the rest of the wine before that?"

Rider urged the King of Heroes, and the innocent smile on his face did not look like someone who had made an appointment to fight to the death.

"Although it was smashed by some rough guys who didn't understand elegance at that time...but there is still some wine left in the bottle, and you can't hide it from me."

"As expected of a conquering king, he keeps an eye on other people's belongings." Archer smiled bitterly, took out a set of wine vessels again, poured the remaining famous liquor from the Gods at the bottom of the bottle into two glasses, and clinked the glasses with Rider.

"King of Babylonia, this is the last question at the banquet."

"Sure, tell me."

Iskandar held the wine glass in his hand. Although his expression was serious, his eyes were still as childish as a naughty child. He asked: "For example, if you can use your 'King's Treasure' to arm my 'King's Army' , that will definitely create the strongest army. The guy called president in Western countries must be nothing at all."

"Well, what then?"

"I ask you again, if you are willing to form an alliance with me. If the two of us join forces, not even the sea of ​​stars can stop us!"

When the Hero King heard this, he laughed heartily as if he had heard some happy ironic joke.

"You are really an interesting guy. It has been a long time since I was so amused by the silly things said by someone other than the clown. But unfortunately, my friend has only been one person since ancient times and from now on - —Besides, there is no need for two kings in this world.”

At this point, Gilgamesh suddenly narrowed his eyes and said with great interest: "What's more, you don't seem to be worried about your Master at all? Are you relying on someone? Or are you just being cute and silly? "

Counting the time, that kid has drowned in despair, right?

But faced with Gilgamesh's vague hint, Iskandar didn't have much worry on his face. Instead, he drank the wine in the glass and showed an extremely trusting smile:

"I believe in Waver Velvet, and I believe that my master has the wisdom and strength to escape from danger."

Recalling the Master who had mediocre qualifications but still worked hard towards the future, the King who also launched a conquest of the world was filled with an indescribable sense of pride.

"It's like believing in myself."