Cleansing the resentful spirits of tens of thousands of children and grabbing reincarnation quotas for them is a huge project.
Even if Sanzang has High-Speed Sutra Chanting, and the level is not low, it is not something that can be finished in a short while.
Therefore, Daniel had prepared for a war of attrition early on, and proactively sought out Shishigou Kairi, asking him to set up a magic to disperse idlers nearby to avoid any ordinary people wandering in.
Shishigou Kairi himself also muttered incomprehensible words like 'The duty of a Magus is to hide mystery' and obediently went to draw the magic to disperse idlers.
Rikudou Reika was like a lost soul, curling her legs and huddled at the base of the wall, silently watching Jack the Ripper, from whose side of the 'Temple' blue, black, and red light was gradually radiating outwards.
Fiore and Caules, the sister and brother, were temporarily hiding in an alleyway under the service of a homunculus, waiting for Chiron's real-time report.
"Is there anything unusual about that Jack the Ripper?" Caules couldn't help but look up at Fiore and ask, "Why do the people of the Ruler Faction care so much about her?"
"This, I am not very clear about either." Fiore shook her head and replied, "But based on what Chiron has observed so far, Caster does not know what great magic is being used, while Jack the Ripper, as the recipient of the magic, is not resisting."
"But Darnic wants us to take care of Jack the Ripper, right? Is it okay to just do nothing like this?" Caules looked at Fiore with some worry and asked.
"Everything is prioritized by not pushing the Ruler Faction to the opposite side." Fiore replied, "I have already obtained this permission from Uncle in advance."
"That's good." Caules breathed a sigh of relief.
Although Darnic was quite good to him and his sister, Caules didn't like him very much.
No, strictly speaking, in the entire Yggdmillennia Clan, except for his sister, he didn't like anyone much.
If he could, he would even want to take his sister far away from those dangerous guys.
As for the Holy Grail... he really had no desire for that thing, he only hoped that he and his sister could safely survive this crisis.
Fiore's expression suddenly changed.
"Sister?" Caules immediately crouched down vigilantly and looked up at his sister.
"Archer has discovered that other Servants are rushing in this direction." Fiore said with a frown.
"It seems that the commotion Caster caused is too big, so much so that the Red Faction has already noticed."
"What should we do?" Caules looked at his sister and asked, "Should we leave now? Or should we cooperate with those people from the Ruler Faction?"
"I will report to Uncle first, Caules, you take the homunculus and prepare for battle." Fiore looked at her brother and reminded him, "...Must be careful, don't die."
"Mm!" Caules nodded in response, "I have Berserker, I definitely won't have any trouble."
"Umm!" The bride girl on the side nodded heavily.
Electric sparks began to flicker and travel across her body.
"Archer, can you see clearly how many Servants are coming?" Fiore asked Chiron via communication.
"Currently, there are two that can be observed." Chiron replied, "Rider, who has had intersections before, and Lancer, who has clashed with Ruler once."
"But it is not certain if there are other Servants hiding in the dark and rushing over."
"I see." Cold sweat began to break out on Fiore's forehead.
Regardless of whether it was Lancer or Rider, they were definitely not something the two siblings could deal with, let alone other Servants who might or might not be following.
Although there were Servants from the Ruler Faction, it was not certain whether they would agree to join forces with the Black Faction.
After all, the Red Faction's Lancer had openly intercepted and killed Ruler before, and Ruler had shown no intention of joining forces with the Black Faction to drive the Red Faction, who wanted to kill the referee, off the field.
As expected, for a situation like this where one might have to bet their life, it is better to leave the decision to Uncle.
"Is Kriemhild not at the scene?" After hearing Fiore's report, Darnic was silent for a few seconds before asking.
"Her figure was not found, it is very likely she was left in the RV." Fiore replied.
"In that case, Fiore, you and Caules hide for the time being. Unless the Red Faction's Servants proactively launch an attack on the people of the Ruler Faction, you must absolutely not expose your tracks. I will dispatch Saber to support you."
Fiore understood Darnic's meaning and immediately began to implement the hiding plan.
Chiron took one last look at the'star' shining in the distant sky, sighed with a little regret, and then leaped down from the high ground.
Although Fiore also knew magic to hide her tracks, the little tricks she had mastered would definitely not be able to deceive Achilles and the Red Faction's Lancer, so Chiron intended to assist his master in building a hiding spell together.
"Umm? (We aren't taking action?)" Frankenstein asked Caules.
"Not yet." Caules shook his head and replied, "After all, it is not yet clear what attitude the people of the Ruler Faction have toward us and the Red Faction."
The participation of the Red Faction's Saber made Caules and Fiore feel a bit more estranged and wary of Daniel and the others.
"Oh ho—!" On the chariot, Achilles, who was galloping to his heart's content, couldn't help but roar.
Turning his head to look at Lancer, who was following closely behind him with flames, a playful smile appeared on Achilles' face.
Although the other party's flying speed was also very fast, it was still far from his.
Six or seven tenths of his speed was enough to leave him behind.
But he shouldn't be too fast either.
After all, there was still Atalanta running on her own two legs below.
Before setting off from the priest's side, he had invited her to board his chariot.
But Big Sister Atalanta directly gave Achilles an arrow.
And declared that if he said such things again, the next arrow would not be aimed at his shoulder.
What could Achilles do, he could only shrug his shoulders to indicate obedience.
After all, Big Sister was a friend of his elder, and also an opposite sex he admired.
Although Achilles believed that even if he didn't drive the chariot, he would definitely not fall behind Atalanta just by relying on his own two feet.
But if he were really asked to race against her, he really wouldn't dare.
Winning was boring, losing was disgraceful.
Anyway, winning or losing had no benefit for him, so this competitive Greek man had never opened his mouth to challenge Atalanta.
"However, that guy, the priest, really dares to do anything." Achilles looked at the 'Temple' in the distance that was emitting huge magical power and muttered, "Once was not enough, he actually wants to intercept and kill Ruler twice. There must be a big secret event, right."
"Unfortunately, although master has never shown his face, the magical power has never been interrupted, so now I can only listen to that priest's orders."
A trace of displeasure flashed across Achilles' face.
He really had no good feelings for the priest.
But there was no reaction from his master, so as a Servant, he couldn't do much.
"Suddenly I started to envy the Saber of our Faction. That guy follows his master and wanders around outside, it must be very free and easy." Achilles gazed into the distance, "I also want to see this new era that is completely different from Ancient Greece."
Hmm, if possible, he would also like to drive his chariot and compare speeds with the so-called 'fastest means of transportation' of this era, the airplane.
"Hey, Lancer, has your master issued any orders to you?" Achilles deliberately slowed down a bit, then turned his head to look at Karna, who was flying beside him, and asked.
"No." Karna shook his head and replied.
"You really are cold." Achilles inexplicably felt a bit annoyed looking at him.
With a pull of the reins, the chariot instantly accelerated, overtaking Karna once again.
Karna said nothing more, merely glancing at Achilles a few times before turning his gaze back to the town in the distance.
He could sense that King Arthur was there, waiting for his challenge.
But looking at Achilles' speed, he worried that if things continued like this, by the time he reached his destination, he would have already clashed with King Arthur.
Since his arrival, for the first time, the thought crossed his mind:'Should I just take care of my own Rider first?'
But the thought was fleeting.
Karna could not bring himself to backstab a teammate.
In the dense forest, Atalanta, who was moving nimbly and skillfully through the trees, looked up at the erratic, flashing star and couldn't help but show a helpless expression.
"That Rider guy is nothing like his father," Atalanta muttered to herself.
As she looked toward the destination, Atalanta couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
From a moment ago, she had felt as if that town was calling out to her with a sense of destiny.
It felt as if she were being guided there by a deity.
"Lady Terminal, are you guiding me?" Atalanta murmured, somewhat confused.
Ever since this feeling appeared, Atalanta had been running at full speed.
She feared that by the time she reached her destination, her condition would no longer be what she had prepared for.
But it was not a big problem.
As long as the Black Faction's Archer did not appear.
When Sigisval Town was right before their eyes, all three Servants of the Red Faction wore solemn expressions.
Atalanta also unconsciously slowed her pace.
"God..." The attention of all three Servants was focused on where Lion King Artoria was located.
Although the sacred power constantly radiating from the central area of the town was also bewitching, for Achilles and Atalanta, it was something they could completely ignore.
But the aura of a deity was different.
That was the most familiar feeling for them.
As for Karna, although he also regarded Lion King Artoria with great importance, he could not take his eyes off the place in the central district emitting the sacred power.
A feeling akin to embarrassment and anger made him somewhat uncomfortable.
It was a feeling of 'incompatibility' that was the exact opposite of the one he had with Arjuna.
Compared to that, the second battle against Artoria became less of a priority for him.
"Rider, Archer, you can have the Ruler," Karna said, leaving this behind before landing directly, intending to walk into the town.
"Wait, isn't the Saber of our faction here too?" Achilles asked, puzzled. "Then why is it so calm in the town? Could it be that Saber has betrayed us?"
"Don't talk about betrayal. Saber just happens to be in the Red Faction like us," Atalanta reminded Achilles as she looked at him. "She just doesn't want to join forces with us. Unless Saber kills her own master, that wouldn't be a real betrayal."
While speaking, Atalanta had already drawn her bowstring to the max, the arrowhead pointing directly at Artoria's location.
Achilles did not put away his war chariot.
He had received warnings from both Karna and the priest about the importance of the Ruler, so naturally, he would not make the mistake of underestimating her.
Atalanta charged up her power and fired the arrow.
When that figure appeared before them, holding the useless arrow, Achilles held his breath for a moment.
"...If I didn't still have my reason, I would have almost thought I was facing the God of War," Achilles said, his smile gone.
"...The scale of the opponent's spirit core far exceeds our imagination," Atalanta said, her face pale. "It's as if a deity itself has descended."
"Was this who Lancer retreated from while fighting earlier? It's no wonder he wanted to retreat."
"That guy Lancer... If the three of us teamed up, maybe there would be a chance to draw," Achilles said, tugging at the corner of his mouth. "But with just the two of us, honestly, the odds of winning are slim."
"The two of us don't have any chance of winning at all," Atalanta retorted irritably. "Anyway, Rider, make a battle plan to hold the opponent off, and I will provide you with long-range support from the back."
"Are you here to disturb Sanzang?" Artoria asked, gazing intently at Achilles and Atalanta.
"Sanzang?" Atalanta felt this was a good opportunity to gather information. "Are you referring to the Caster in the town who is building a 'Temple'? What is she doing in there?"
"Cleansing the resentment and sins from the collective entity of tens of thousands of infant resentments, allowing those children who died because they were abandoned or were forbidden from being born to have another chance to be born into this world," Artoria answered, looking at Atalanta.
"A collective entity of tens of thousands of infant resentments? Wait, you don't mean the Assassin of the Black Faction, do you? I remember the priest saying her true name is Jack the Ripper?" Achilles had not yet realized the shift in the wind.
"Sounds like you're doing something very noble," Achilles said, twirling his spear as he looked at Artoria. "But I'm sorry, our orders are to stop you, and..."
"Don't move! Rider!"
What made Achilles' expression freeze was the irritable voice coming from behind him, along with the undisguised, biting murderous intent.
However, the target of this voice and murderous intent... was himself.
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