The poor wolf lost its consciousness after running for such a long time and being used as a scapegoat by Reynolds.
Only then did Reynolds crawl up from the ground, panting as he looked ahead.
Its huge figure was right between Renault and Townsend.
Renault and Townsend looked at the servant at the same time. Their eyes met across the burly figure.
Their gazes instantly revealed a sense of determination.
"There's no other way …"
Reynolds wiped the sweat from his forehead, and a fearless smile appeared on his face.
Regarding this, Townsend also understood tacitly and his face tensed up.
Then …
"Get ready! Townsend! "
"Yes!"
Magical power surged from their bodies and went straight to the sky.
Just as Renault and Ai Weina were about to use all their strength to directly confront the enemy that was difficult to defeat, on the rooftop of a tall building, a dark-skinned, white-haired man wearing a battle suit was actually looking at this scene from a few kilometers away.
It was Altair.
"Has the battle started?"
Altair, who saw the scene with his Clairvoyance, showed a cold expression.
"The opponent is Mad God. Not to mention me, even" that one "will find it difficult to deal with him. You have zero chance of winning."
Altair's statement was inconsistent with Reynolds's own calculation.
That was because, compared to Reynolds, Altair knew more about Mad God, and he knew that Mad God's true strength was not only his amazing combat power.
In addition, there was another reason why Altair asserted that Reynolds had no chance of winning.
That was himself.
"The opponent is not one person, but two."
Altair's magical power burst out of his hand like red lightning, and he made a bow.
It was obvious that this archer was preparing to make a move in the dark while Reynolds and his men were fighting with Blake.
That was undoubtedly a behavior that was extremely inconsistent with the existence of a hero.
But the Archer didn't care at all.
"As long as I can complete the task, whether it's assassination or poisoning, I will do it."
With that belief, Altair raised his bow.
It was just …
"The exciting part is just about to start, you guys should just stand aside and watch!"
That was a very unrestrained voice, but there was an indescribable charm to it.
Along with the voice, a red light flashed on the rooftop.
It was the glow of a scorching fireball.
The ball of flame with high temperature suddenly appeared and pierced through the air, shooting toward Altaic.
"— —!"
Altaic's expression immediately changed. Without hesitation, he dodged to the side like a sharp arrow.
The fireball brushed past where Altair was a second ago and landed on the edge of the rooftop.
"Boom — — —!"
The sound of an explosion rang out, causing scorching waves of fire to blow away, causing waves of impact, burning a corner of the rooftop.
With that kind of power, even a servant wouldn't be able to bear the consequences if they were hit directly.
Altair's expression turned ugly as he looked in the direction of the attack.
On the windy rooftop, another person had appeared out of nowhere.
"Ahhh, as expected, sneak attacks aren't my style, so it's impossible to succeed."
The man scratched his head as he complained.
He was wearing a coat that made him look like a sage.
He held a wooden wand in his hand.
His hair color was an impressive dark blue.
His appearance seemed to be about the same age as Altair, but he seemed to be a little older than Altair, exuding a wild feeling.
Looking at this person, Altair narrowed his eyes.
"You actually ran out by yourself, Chalster."
That person was Chalster's servant.
"Obviously, you relied on that kind of sneak attack to solve the problem one after another. Now you say that sneak attacks are not your style. It's ridiculous."
Altair made merciless sarcasm to Chalster.
In this regard, Chalster didn't care.
"It's just a matter of preference. Rather than hiding, I'd prefer to face my opponent head-on. But if there's really no other way and I have to do this, I'll do it. You should be the same, right? Nameless Altair? "
Chalster's casual tone made people have a good impression of him.
However, Altair didn't feel that way at all. Instead, he released hostility toward Chalster.
"Are you going to mess with me again? Hound! "
Altair's hostility was obvious.
This made Chalster laugh in spite of himself.
"Isn't it just a sneak attack on Saber's nest when you weren't there? You still hold a grudge? As expected of that guy's believer! "
If this sentence was heard by Reynolds, he would understand, right?
Previously, when Reynolds faced Altair, Altair suddenly retreated without any warning, which really made Reynolds somewhat puzzled.
But now, it seemed that Altair's retreat had a lot to do with Chalster's actions.
"Obviously, the Holy Grail War is a competition where all the masters and servants fight each other. Now, all the masters have disappeared, and you are standing in the same camp with another servant who should be an enemy. The rest of the servants are all crazy. It's all unpleasant."
Chalster looked at Altair with a slight grin on his face.
"Now, finally, someone who can break this unpleasant situation has come. Don't mess it up again."
Having said that, Chalster didn't wait for Altair to respond. He changed the topic and said something that made Altair's eyes narrow.
"By the way, in order to deal with those brats, you lured Blake out and used it to cause trouble for the other side. I have already dealt with Lancer."
This news made Altair look at Chalster with a little murderous intent in his eyes.
He didn't expect to be bitten again by this unpleasant dog in front of him.
Facing Altair's murderous intent, Chalster laughed.
"Who told you to be distracted after those brats came here? Of course, you can't not seize this rare opportunity! Idiot! "
Chalster raised the staff in his hand and pointed it at Altair. His gaze on Altair became full of fighting spirit.
"As long as six servants are defeated, and I am the only one left, this Holy Grail War will be over, right?"
"It's not easy to see a little hope. Don't mess it up again. Archers, come."
Chalste did not hide his intentions in the slightest, and it caused Altaic's expression to darken.
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