"You bastard!"
Atalanta was so angry that her whole body was shaking. Even though she had lost her source of magic power, she managed to stand up supported by her anger.
She had never met her Master, nor had she had any communication with him, let alone any bond or feelings. However, if all this was a conspiracy by Shirou and Semiramis, who she thought was a partner in the same camp, then that would be another matter.
The naturally straightforward female hunter hated betrayal and conspiracy the most. Her miserable childhood and the tragedy of her life all started from this, and now she was treated like this again. At this moment, her hatred for Shirou and Semiramis exceeded that of everyone else, even Shinji who was suspected of blasphemy.
The same goes for Achilles, who has always been together through thick and thin. The reason for his anger is simpler - after all, he is my Master. I can dislike him, but you bastards cannot murder him.
Seeing this scene, Semiramis smiled charmingly: "Oh~ You still have the strength to stand up, but it's useless. Without the support of magic, you have to use all your strength just to stand up. In addition, you are bound by the ruler's command seal. Even if you come to me, you can't cause any harm to me."
"Aren't you the same as us?" Achilles snorted.
"Same as you? Yes, it is the same, but now—Master!"
Semiramis said as she looked towards her Master, who held out a hand with blue magic radiating from the palm.
"Set—"
"No, stop him!"
Jeanne and Altria, who had received a "revelation"/foreseen something bad with their "intuition", shouted in unison.
"Too late, right arm (middht Haer)!"
Following Shirou's announcement, a mechanism in the palace was activated.
Achilles and Atalanta, who had finally stood up, felt their legs go weak and fell down again.
At the same time, Joan of Arc and the black team who were about to launch an attack suddenly felt nauseous in their chests, followed by symptoms such as dizziness, weakness in their limbs, and even severe pain all over their bodies. Even Siegfried, who possessed the "Dragon Blood Armor", was not immune.
"Poison?" Chiron, who was proficient in medicine, saw something was wrong and covered his mouth and nose immediately.
"Haha, you are worthy of being the teacher of the God of Medicine. But it's useless. My poison is not simply produced by breathing, but directly acts on the space. As long as you are still in the courtyard, the poison will enter your body. I wonder if you, who are called the great sage, can solve the poison of me, who are called the 'oldest poisoner'. Ah, I almost forgot that you, who have immortality, died from the poison."
Chiron's expression darkened when he heard Semiramis' words. It wasn't that the ridicule had brought back the psychological trauma of the past, but the situation of the entire space being poisoned was too difficult.
Chiron has a cure for most poisons, as long as they are not the most advanced poisons like Hydra. But this requires a suitable treatment environment. In the current situation, even if the poison is cured, new toxins will continue to be ingested, which is equivalent to falling into a vicious circle. The most troublesome thing is that this poison will gradually erode the servant's magic power. If this continues, everyone will lose the ability to resist.
In just a moment, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse. The entire Jeanne d'Arc coalition, which had an absolute numerical advantage, fell to its knees, while Shirou's side, which was at an absolute disadvantage, not only remained unscathed, but was also "resurrected" on the spot with full health.
Shirou pointed his left hand at the Holy Grail and his right hand at Semiramis. As red and blue magic lights flashed alternately, Semiramis recovered from its lack of magic power.
He used the same method on Shakespeare again, and the latter recovered and exaggeratedly made a hugging gesture towards the Holy Grail - as a staunch supporter of Shirou, he had been cast with detoxification magic by Semiramis before the battle, so he was not poisoned.
"Oh, this feeling of being filled with magic and seemingly endless, is this the power of the Holy Grail? So wonderful. Thank you, Master, for giving me this wonderful experience. I have a new inspiration."
"As long as you are happy."
Shirou's expression was still so gentle, and he didn't look like a villain who wanted to destroy the world at all.
"I have connected your magic path to the Holy Grail. This way, you can draw as much magic power as you want from the Holy Grail. The privilege of using the Noble Phantasm without restraint is no longer exclusive to the Black side. The conditions are finally equal."
"No, no, Master. There is no such thing as equal conditions, because today, the Holy Grail War will end with our victory. So - Arcer, Rider, I will give you one last chance to choose. Will you offer your loyalty and welcome the victory together? Or will you disappear as a loser?"
Atalanta looked disdainful at Semiramis, who was looking down on her with a victorious attitude.
"Whether you win or lose, the world will be destroyed. What difference does it make?"
Achilles was more radical and just spit.
"Being loyal to a vicious woman like you? It would be better to die."
"You guys—forget it. I don't need to bother with the dead."
Semiramis was not surprised by the two's choices. She looked at the last servant of the red side, Karna.
"Lancer, what is your choice?"
Karna stood up silently, walked to Shirou silently, and said something.
"I accept."
"Lancer, thou!"
Atalanta exclaimed, and the others were also shocked. Those who knew the legend of Karna knew that he was a great hero with a noble character. Why would such a person do this
"Karna, I misjudged you!" Achilles cursed angrily.
He had always regarded Karna as a hero equal to him, impeccable in both strength and character. He hoped that after the red and black sides had decided the winner, there would be a true peak showdown, which would surely be a very pleasant thing.
Unexpectedly, this bastard had no integrity at all, which greatly disappointed Achilles.
Karna did not turn around or say anything, but simply knelt on one knee to express his attitude.
"Welcome, Karna."
Shirou was slightly stunned, but quickly repeated his old trick and linked Karna's magic path with the Holy Grail.
After doing all this, Shirou spoke again.
"Who else is willing to take our side? To make the Holy Grail an all-purpose wish-granting machine, only seven servants' souls are needed as sacrifices. Excluding Spartacus and Vlad III who have already left the stage, there are still five lacking. There are eight present, which means you still have three vacancies. Don't worry, everyone on the black side, this is Semiramis's territory, as long as you don't resist, it's just a matter of a few moves to sever the original master-servant contract - I'll give you ten seconds to think about it, and after ten seconds, I'll start the activation ceremony of the Holy Grail."