Chapter 233: real referee

"Yes... Or relatively speaking, this possibility is more likely..." Barthemelo said: "Liberate his treasure, then the millions of souls he possesses will be liberated, and let Its attack technique, it is enough to kill Akado at this time."

"Haha, it's still a bit difficult." Arash shook his head: "By the way, that Lancer knows my real name for some reason."

"He knows your real name?"

"Yes." Arash nodded, "I did hear him calling my name."

"...Don't worry about it, you just need to rest well." Bathmelo frowned slightly and said.

Anyone can exit, except Arash.

Arash must exit after Ramses II!

Because now... Arash itself is a weapon against him...

Although Arash is not as powerful as Ramses II, but... that Pharaoh grew up listening to the stories of Arash, this is a card...

There are only two cards in her hand that can play a role at the critical moment, one is Arash, and the other... is the new Berserker, the magic dragon!

…

"ha-!"

Chi-boom!

The Noble Phantasm bombarded without restraint.

The agents who claim to be able to fight against the servants are no longer able to intervene in such a battle.

Whether it's Mordred or Siegfried.

The supply of magic power behind them is almost unlimited.

Hand-to-hand combat, Noble Phantasm combat—

The strength displayed by the two is comparable, and the surrounding buildings are like dominoes, spreading towards the surroundings continuously.

Poured one piece after another.

"This is... Servant..." Ambrose Conant took a deep breath, and if it was a melee combat, he could barely fight it... That's right, it could barely fight a melee combat beat.

but...

Then the unrestrained magic power is released, coupled with the brilliance of the Noble Phantasm.

Even he can't intervene, even the people in the burial agency may not have this strength...

Whizzing-

The next moment, he threw out several black keys in his hand.

Then, it disappeared as if shot into the void.

"A barrier? It's the magician from the Clone brigade..." Looking around, he suddenly jumped up and thrust two black keys into the ground—the two black dogs were stabbed into the ground like this .

Blood spattered out.

"A familiar?"

The next moment, his face changed slightly, and his arms were erected in front of him.

A magician rushed in without any cover—

He was chanting some incantation, and his body glowed slightly.

"Oh, strengthen it?"

boom-

The priest's robe on Ambrose Conant's arm, as well as the fleshy skin were directly split, revealing the true face inside.

mechanical-

"Sacred?" The magician's face changed slightly, and the next moment, his body suddenly backed away, and the blood was flying on the fist he swung.

On that Ambrose Conant's arm, there was a rapidly rotating thing like a chainsaw, leaving wounds on his hand!

bang bang bang—

at this time.

Gunshots rang out, and several bullets shot at the two of them without warning!

"Lancer—?"

clang clang clang —

Blocking the bullet, Ambrose Conant looked at the follower who fell like a free fall, but left no trace on the ground, and frowned: "Wait a minute, we should It’s on the side—”

"checkmate—"

boom-

…

"Wait! You two wait for me!"

"Huh?" Mordred clenched the sword in his hand and said with a grin. She was hitting her head with excitement: "Who cares about you—! Get out of the way!"

"I told you to wait, are you deaf!?"

boom-

The saint who ran here didn't use the staff in her hand, but suddenly a fist with a heavy glove appeared on her left hand and hit Mordred on the chin!

Rising Dragon Strike!

"Well--"

Mordred, who was hit unexpectedly, was directly sent flying.

"So you should listen to me quietly, right?" Martha watched as the two threw away their staffs and put on gloves on both hands, she pressed her fingers on her chest and said, "Come here if you don't listen! Let me teach you what compassion is!"

"hateful..."

On the other side, Siegfried had already stopped.

After all, Mirtha is the Ruler of this Holy Grail War, face still has to be given.

However, all this is completely useless to the rebellious knight!

"Damn—I don't care what Ruler you are, die to me! Rebelling against my beautiful father—"

without hesitation.

Since the magic power is enough, there is no reason to save the magic power and put the treasure directly! Light Cannon! No matter what Ruler you are... Who knows what a Ruler is!

Indeed, the Holy Grail has bestowed this part of memory on every follower.

but...

She didn't look at it at all.

"Okay... If that's the case—" the saint Martha smiled, very happily.

Indeed, she is the judge of this Holy Grail War.

But... since we are human beings, there can be no absolute fairness. Unless it's a real saint!

And Martha...

Although she is called a saint, all this is just her hiding her superficial identity—

"Ola—"

Martha swayed around, avoiding the Noble Phantasm.

After all, without any power accumulation, even if the magic power is sufficient, it takes a lot of preparation to fully wield this blow.

"What's the point of holding a sword! Using fists is a woman's romance!"

Saying that, Martha, who rushed to Mordred, clenched her fists and shouted the lines she had just seen in the anime: "Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola——!"

bang bang bang—

Fists like raindrops kept hitting Mordred.

Mirtha looked excited!

That's right, that's it! This is the feel! marvelous! He kept hitting again and again, and at the same time shouted "Ola!" as if to vent all the strength in his body!

It's amazing! Very comfortable!

Siegfried looked at the scene in front of him... Mordred, who saw his armor being shattered little by little, had already put down the sword in his hand, and quietly started to back away: "I'm sorry, Master...that guy, really Is it Ruler? Isn't it Berserker or something?"

Ishizaki Rito: "..."

"Probably...." Rito Ishizaki, who looked at this side through Siegfried's vision, thought for a while and said, "Since the so-called Ruler is a referee, he should have stronger power than everyone else? Otherwise, what As a referee?"

"...you're probably right."