Black's attack is approaching.

The holy flag in Joan's hand was flying violently under the strong wind as cold as a knife.

At this time, she is not inside the plane, but standing on the outer body. That straight figure can be said to be majestic.

It was a splendid view that ordinary humans could never exist in, and it was also a **** in the sky.

Under the interference of the magic power of the aerial courtyard, the closer the plane gets, the slower and slower its speed will be. As time goes by, it has now dropped to 300 kilometers per hour.

But even so, in the face of such a speed that ordinary human beings can easily be blown away by the oncoming strong wind. As a Servant, Joan of Arc stepped firmly on the top of the plane with her magical feet.

At this time, she had concentrated all her energy on the events in front of her.

After all, whether now or in the past, her duty is to wave the flag.

The purpose is to make all attacks focus on himself.

At the same time, she must also ensure that she will never fall.

That was her contract.

As long as she is here holding this banner, the girl will never lose to all the heroes of the past and present.

Saber.

Archer.

Lancer.

Rider.

Berserker.

Caster.

Assassin.

She does not belong to any one of the seven horses, but is the absolute judge of loneliness.

The Ruler Joan of Arc acts as a vanguard as in the past.

In the sky beyond human imagination, the black camp finally captured the traces of the "Vanity Sky Courtyard".

"I've seen it!"

"I've already seen it here!"

"me too!"

"Wow, Chiron and Shirou, you both have clairvoyance, of course you can see it!"

"Having said that, but no matter how many times you watch it, it's still amazing, that thing!"

"really!"

Joan of Arc also agreed with Emiya Shirou's sigh.

The sky garden of Semiramis can be summed up in one sentence as a huge birdcage shining with golden light.

The scene of such a thing flying in the sky can only be described as full of fantasy.

In addition to the servants on the red side, guarding the birdcage, there are also pitch-black plates with a total length of more than 20 meters arranged around the courtyard.

That is the "Black Coffin of Ten and One" that shot down Astolfo who attacked the Hanging Garden to the ground in the previous battle.

On the other hand, Joan of Arc and the others rode on giant steel birds and flew straight towards the courtyard in the sky.

Looking at the fortress of the black side. Joan of Arc showed stern eyes, clenched the holy flag with one hand, and shouted bravely:

"Amakusa Shiro Tokisada!"

Facing Joan of Arc's roar, it was not Amakusa Shiro Tokisada himself who responded to it, but his servant Semiramis.

"Don't yell, it's really not good. Master is busy doing 'human relief' through the Great Holy Grail. Come on, hurry up, maybe it's too late."

It was a voice that was transmitted directly to the head, and the forced recitation echoed extremely harshly in Joan's brain.

But more importantly, the other party gave important information.

"Does he really intend to save mankind?"

For Joan of Arc's question, Semiramis laughed and said:

"Who knows, I can't control it anyway. No matter what the result is, it's not something I can interfere with. If you want to stop the Master, you can catch up. Of course, the premise of all this is that you can break through the red square. The line of defense!"

As soon as Semiramis finished speaking, a strong light flashed from the courtyard in the sky.

It was an incomparably huge torrent of magical power, and the three-horse chariot controlled by Achilles was gliding in the air with a harsh neigh.

"Come on, Black Archer! This is the appointed time, let's enjoy it! How!"

Drawing a serpent-like trajectory in the dark night, Achilles charged towards Chiron.

Chiron's vision is completely unaffected by the night and can see through everything.

But even with such eyesight, it was extremely difficult to catch up with Achilles' chariot.

Whether it is strength, skill or speed, if there is a power that is far superior to common sense in combat, it is not simply a number on parameters, but something that can be used as a pure "weapon".

In this regard, the speed of Achilles' chariot is a weapon.

Invincible, indefensible, powerful, almost flawless in both offense and defense.

This is the culmination that only a hero can do.

In the face of such a blender speeding at the speed of light, who can stop it?

Just being touched a little, all the creatures will suddenly turn into bright red meat sauce.

And this, even in the face of the huge precision machinery created by humans like a whale, is no exception.

The chariot advancing in the air dashed towards one of the planes like a shooting star.

There, Chiron was shooting him with a bow and arrow

"I won!!"

A loud, harsh sound of metal being torn apart resounded in the air.

The huge steel creation was vulnerable in the face of the legendary chariot and was instantly shattered.

But such an attack was completely unable to injure Chiron's body.

In the space without any moonlight, only the dim light emanating from the courtyard in the sky, arrows that could not be detected came swiftly.

But such an attack was equally useless against Achilles.

Sensing the whirlpool of magic power and the faint chaos in the air, Achilles twisted his neck abruptly.

He took the arrow shot by Chiron in his mouth.

Looking at Achilles with a fearless smile across from him, even Chiron was speechless.

"I see, is it there?"

After biting the arrow in his mouth and spitting it out, Achilles hit the horse with the whip again, and the chariot, which was comparable to a meat grinder, moved again.

In just a split second, the speed has reached the speed of sound.

The spiral trajectory depicting a rapid ascent and then a rapid descent.

The plane Chiron was standing on was scrapped in an instant, as if it had been crushed by a fist that fell from the sky.

Chiron, who jumped to the plane next door at the last minute, kept shooting arrows with a bow.

It was obviously just an ordinary bow and arrow, but in his hand it was shooting like an anti-aircraft machine gun.

Arrows exceeding the speed of sound kept chasing Achilles' figure.

But in front of that swift chariot, Achilles' advance was still unable to be stopped!

Facing the rapidly approaching chariots, Chiron could only keep changing the planes that were the focal point.

So, in this battle between master and apprentice, Black's plane was constantly destroyed.

Under the constant approach of Achilles, Chiron came to the side of a plane in a thrilling way!

"Flip."

Under Chiron's magic operation, facing the approaching Achilles, the plane flipped over in an instant.

Taking advantage of the cover of the exposed body, Chiron quickly moved to the next body.

Looking at the plane that was pressing towards him, Achilles didn't have any idea of ​​dodging.

"Don't underestimate me!"

Stepping on the chariot tightly, Achilles stabbed the side of the plane with a punch, and used all his strength to push back the more than 300-ton plane.

Facing this scene, even Chiron, who had already aimed at Achilles on the opposite plane, could not help but sigh.

If the opponent used a chariot to penetrate the body, then he can understand.

But Achilles actually pushed the whole body over and wanted to squash himself~lightnovelpub.net~ This is absurd and there should be a limit!

But this is the reality, the body that was flipped just now has been used as a huge shield by Achilles, trying to crush Chiron into meat sauce!

While jumping backwards reflexively, Chiron fired a powerful arrow.

The arrow propelled towards the target with a huge amount of magic power as a jet force shattered the shield with a power equivalent to that of a missile.

But even after smashing the body, Achilles did not stop.

He stabs, punches, and even kicks the spear in his hand to use debris in the air as a throwing weapon.

Under the blessing of his mighty power, these fragments were more large missiles than flying stones.

Facing such an attack, Chiron had to flee from his footing once again.

In the field, the balance of victory and defeat continued to tilt in the direction of Achilles.

Chiron is already in crisis.