I, The Giant of the Imperial Palace, Travel Through the Heavens!

Black's attack is approaching.

Under the icy wind blowing like a knife, the holy flag in Joan's hand was flying violently.

At this time, she was not inside the plane, but standing on the outside of the plane, her straight figure could be said to be majestic.

It is a magnificent view that ordinary humans can never exist, and it is also a hell in the sky.

Under the interference of the magical power of the sky garden, the closer the plane got, the slower its speed became. As time passed, it had now dropped to 300 kilometers per hour.

But even so, facing the speed at which ordinary humans would easily be blown away by the oncoming strong wind. As a follower, Joan of Arc stepped firmly on the top of the plane with her magically accumulated feet.

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

After all, her job, now and in the past, is to wave the flag.

The purpose is to let all the attacks be concentrated on himself.

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

That was her contract.

As long as she holds this banner here, the girl will never lose to all the heroes of ancient and modern times.

Saber.

Archer.

Lancer.

Rider.

Berserker.

Caster.

Assassin.

She does not belong to any of the seven branches, but is the absolute arbiter of solitude.

Ruler Joan of Arc acts as a pioneer just like in the past.

At a height beyond human imagination, the black camp finally captured the trace of the "Vanity's Sky Garden".

"I've already seen it!"

"I've seen it here a long time ago!"

"Me too!"

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

"That said, but no matter how many times I watch it, it's still so powerful, that thing!"

"really!"

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

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

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

In addition to the servants from the red side, guarding the birdcage is also a pitch-black plate with a total length of more than 20 meters arranged around the courtyard.

That was the 'Black Coffin of Ten and One' that knocked down Astolfo, who attacked the Hanging Garden, to the ground in the previous battle.

In contrast, Joan of Arc and the others rode a giant steel bird and flew straight towards the sky garden.

Looking at Black Fang's fortress. Joan showed stern eyes, clasped the holy flag tightly with one hand, and shouted bravely:

"Amakusa Shiro Tokisada!"

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

"Don't yell, it's really bad. The Master is busy carrying out 'human relief' through the Great Holy Grail right now. Come on, it might be too late if you hurry up."

That was the voice that was transmitted directly to the mind, and the forced words echoed harshly in Joan's brain.

But more importantly, the other party gave important information.

"Is he really planning to save mankind?"

Regarding Joan'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 intervene in. If you want to stop the master, you can just catch up. Of course, the premise of all this is that you can break through the red side from the The line of defense of the attackers!"

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

It was an incomparably huge torrent of magic power, and the chariot pulled by three horses controlled by Achilles was gliding in the air with a harsh hissing sound.

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

Drawing a trail like a serpent in the dark night, Achilles rushed towards Chiron.

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

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

Whether it's strength, skill or speed, if there is a kind of strength far above common sense in combat, it is not just a number on the parameter, but something that can be used as a pure "weapon".

In this regard, the speed of the chariot controlled by Achilles is almost a weapon.

Unavoidable, unable to defend, powerful, almost perfect in both offense and defense.

This is the apex that only a hero can achieve.

Facing such a mixer coming at the speed of light, who can stop it?

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

And this is no exception even in the face of the huge precision machinery created by human beings like whales.

The chariot advancing in the air rushed towards one of the planes like a meteor.

There, Chiron was shooting him with a bow and arrow

"I won!!"

The loud and piercing sound of metal being torn rang through the air.

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

But such an attack could not harm Chiron's body at all.

In the space without any moonlight, only the dim light emanating from the sky garden, undetectable arrows came swiftly.

But such an attack is equally useless against Achilles.

Sensing the vortex of magic and the faint chaos of the air, Achilles twisted his neck violently.

He took the arrow fired by Chiron in his mouth.

Looking at Achilles with a fearless smile on the opposite side, even Chiron was a little speechless.

"So that's it, is it there!"

After crushing the arrow in his mouth and spitting it out, Achilles hit his beloved horse with a whip again, and the chariot, which was like a meat grinder, started to move again.

In just an instant, the speed has reached the speed of sound.

Depicting a spiral orbit that rises sharply and then descends sharply.

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

Chiron, who jumped onto the plane next door at the nick of time, kept shooting arrows with his bow.

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

Arrows that surpassed the speed of sound kept chasing Achilles' figure.

But in front of the swift chariot, Achilles still couldn't stop his progress!

Facing the rapidly approaching chariots, Chiron could only keep changing the planes that were his focus.

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

Under the continuous approach of Achilles, Chiron came to the side of a plane in a thrilling manner!

"Flip."

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

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

Looking at the plane pressing towards him, Achilles didn't have any thought of dodging.

"Don't underestimate me!"

Stepping tightly on the chariot, Achilles punched the side of the plane, using all his strength to push the 300-ton plane back.

Facing this scene, even Chiron, who had already aimed at Achilles on the opposite plane, couldn't help sighing.

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

But Achilles actually pushed the whole body over and wanted to flatten himself, no matter how absurd this is, there should be a limit!

But this is the reality, the body that just turned over has been regarded as a huge shield by Achilles at this time, trying to crush Chiron into a meat paste!

While leaping back reflexively, Chiron fired a powerful arrow.

The arrow propelled towards the target with a huge amount of mana as the ejection force, and shattered the shield with the power equivalent to that of a missile.

But even after smashing the body, Achilles still didn't stop.

With his javelin he thrusts, punches, and even kicks, using debris in the air as a throwing weapon.

With the blessing of his powerful strength, these fragments are not so much flying stones as large missiles.

Faced with such an attack, Chiron had to flee again from his foothold.

In the arena, the balance of victory and defeat kept tilting in the direction of Achilles.

Chiron has fallen into crisis.