"I see... Did you kill the Assassin with that...?"
Rider rubbed his chin and stared at the numerous Noble Phantasms of different shapes that appeared behind Archer.
At the same time, seeing Archer's posture implying he could attack at any moment, both Lancer and Saber quickly retreated to stand in front of their Masters.
'If Gilgamesh also appears, then the next thing is...'
Shirou, who was protected by Lancer, squinted slightly in thought.
'Berserker...!'
"Hmph!"
Archer's crimson eyes swept over the crowd with contempt, and he snorted.
The treasures in the golden giant wall hovering in the air behind him leaned downward at this moment, ready to fire!
At this moment, an uninvited guest broke into the battlefield————
"Urgh... Aaargh...!!"
A being that exuded pitch-black magical energy rushed into the center of the Servants.
In an unknown corner, a figure hid in the shadows.
"Tohsaka Tokiomi, it's up to me to destroy your Archer!"
...
His figure could only be described as a shadow.
The tall, broad-shouldered man was covered in armor.
But it was not the same as Saber's full-body silver armor or Archer's extravagant gold armor.
The man's armor was black.
No delicate decorations, no polished colors.
Darkness, hellish blackness.
Even his face was covered by a helmet, and deep in the tiny slit of the visor, only the glow of his eyes burning like fire could be seen.
The Servants who had already appeared possessed the element of brilliance, which the Black Knight did not have.
Artoria, Diarmuid, Iskandar the King of Conquest, and the golden Archer whose name was unknown—each possessed a sense of nobility.
This is a place where Heroic Spirits can boast. The appreciation and longing of the people for the legends they created and the honor they brought are the necessary elements for them to become Noble Phantasms.
But the new Black Knight lacked those elements, barely resembling even Assassin's appearance.
The darkness that wrapped around the black armor was definitely a negative fluctuation.
So, instead of calling him a Heroic Spirit, it was better to call him a vengeful spirit or something similar.
"Oh, King of Conquest, won't you invite him?"
Lancer goaded the King of Conquest.
"That guy is hopeless; he is not the type who can communicate normally."
The King of Conquest shook his head, then looked down at Waver.
"Boy, how powerful is that guy?"
"No, I don't know! I can't see it at all!"
Waver looked at the blackened Servant with horror.
"What? You're a Master, right? You should be able to see his stats, his strengths and weaknesses, right?"
Every Master is able to identify other Servants' parameters, such as Strength, Agility, etc.
"I—I can't see it! That black guy must be a Servant, yes, but I can't tell his status or anything else!"
Waver looked at the black Servant blankly, terrified.
At this time, Shirou suddenly spoke.
"That's Berserker. He is able to hide his stats."
Berserker is Lancelot, and his Noble Phantasm, For Someone's Glory, has the ability to conceal his parameters.
Of course, Shirou naturally didn't plan to give such detailed information to the others; revealing the Class was just easy information to deduce.
"Berserker..."
Rider's eyes lit up when he heard Shirou's words.
"I see, no wonder I can't see through him."
Waver showed the same expression, and then, suddenly noticing something, looked at Shirou.
Waver's expression was full of surprise when he found out that the speaker was a child who looked to be only 7 or 8 years old.
"How can it be a child...?"
Rider, hearing Waver's surprised voice, raised his wide palm and slapped him on the back.
"In my time, it was not uncommon for even children to take up arms and fight to the death over food."
"That was your time! The current times have long since changed!"
Waver retorted.
Rider didn't answer his rebuttal but flicked Waver's forehead again.
"Ah————!!! That hurts...!"
Waver screamed and began to roll around in the chariot.
While the farce was going on there, Archer, who was originally standing on the street lamp, suddenly felt that he had been ignored after Berserker came out. He frowned unhappily.
A mere mongrel dares to steal the limelight from this King?
Archer, with this thought in his mind, glanced at Berserker out of the corner of his eye.
Berserker was equally undaunted, setting his sights on Archer.
In an instant, Archer's face was distorted with anger.
The golden giant wall behind him also rotated, and various types of treasures were aimed at Berserker at this moment!
"Hmph, at least entertain me with your dying struggles, you mongrel!"
Whoosh——————!
A spear and a sword flew out suddenly; their speed tore through the air with a roar!
Boom————!
As if a cannonball had hit, the violent explosion swept the ground, spreading smoke and dust.
Everyone's vision was clouded by the scattered dust.
Everyone held their breath and stared intently at the center of the smoke.
There, a black figure appeared unscathed. In his hand, he clutched the longsword that Archer had thrown.
He had used the longsword he snatched to deflect the spear directly!
"How dare you touch my treasures with your filthy hands? Are you in such a hurry to die, mongrel?"
Archer's crimson eyes instantly released a monstrous killing intent.
The next moment, the golden giant wall rippled. The golden ripples behind him, which were originally only a few, began to multiply, finally spreading to dozens of ripples.
Dozens of powerful Noble Phantasms were revealed. Both Saber and Rider gasped.
Waver exclaimed even more loudly.
"With so many treasures, how can this be...!?"