Magician in Type-Moon

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Saber said in a deep voice, assuming a stance with his longsword, gripping the hilt tightly with both hands. The fighting spirit emanating from the sword was even stronger than when he fought Archer.

"Rider, even if you see Saber's radiance, even if you see that beautiful and moving light, do you still think she's just a little girl?"

The rare sound came from King Gilgamesh, who made no attempt to conceal the decadent desire in his smile.

"Hmph, we two are indeed mortal enemies, King of Babylon."

Rider glared sharply at Archer, who was lost in his daydream.

Regarding Rider's actions and the upcoming three-on-one situation, Archer simply scoffed:

"However, I never expected that two shameless scoundrels would appear in one day, ignoring my existence and calling themselves kings."

"In heaven and on earth, only I am the true king and hero; all others are nothing but a bunch of rabble and bastards."

Although he could accept that the thing in front of him could be an opponent in this game, Gilgamesh was unwilling to admit his identity as the king.

"Even when facing an attack from three Heroic Spirits, are you still so arrogant, King of Heroes?" Rider asked in a deep, resonant voice, a threatening intent beginning to emanate from his eyes.

This was the situation he wanted to achieve—taking on everyone at once—but Archer beat him to it.

"Rider, do you really think I don't know your intentions by actively inciting others to be hostile to me?"

Faced with Rider's aggressive questioning, Archer simply replied dismissively.

Rider was merely stalling for time, imprisoning these heroic spirits in this area.

So that the battle on the other side of the overpass would not be disturbed by the outside world.

Matou Ike already knew what the conqueror was thinking. Even in this situation, would he still take responsibility for his bold words?

"The journey of revenge that I have witnessed shall not be interfered with by others."

Recalling his first confrontation with Rider, Matou Ike felt somewhat helpless. The current situation was indeed as Rider had controlled, dividing the battlefield into two parts.

Both he and Berserker were indeed caught up in this situation and found it difficult to escape.

Only Saber, completely bewildered by Archer's words, still pressed on forcefully:

"What are you talking about? Archer, are you saying that our current battle is only a result of Rider's planning?"

Gilgamesh did not answer, but responded to Saber's question with his actions, which could perhaps be considered another form of favoritism.

He raised the monstrous longsword in his hand, and his frenzied magic suddenly burst forth. The airflow generated by the rotating sword formed a powerful wind pressure, and the magic power had reached a level that was visible to the naked eye.

Archer's actions created a tense atmosphere, and the confrontation between the four Heroic Spirits made the entire battlefield resemble a volcano about to erupt.

The Conqueror King stood guard nearby, sword in hand, while the Knight King's holy sword shone brightly, and the Berserker's black mud stirred restlessly.

Gilgamesh's gaze was like lightning, coldly sweeping over every opponent present.

The surrounding air seemed to be suffocating, and his arrogance and power were on full display at this moment.

The atmosphere around them suddenly froze, as if time itself had stopped at that moment.

However, the storm that had gathered on the sword did not strike any of the Servants or Masters present, but instead moved toward the viaduct.

That was where Lancer and Assassin fought, and it was another key point in the battle.

"This farce should end now," Gilgamesh said coldly, his tone filled with endless contempt and disdain.

Chapter 77 The Broken Dragon

A storm of magic, like a roaring dragon, swept towards the viaduct.

A piercing roar filled the air, as if the heavens and earth were trembling at that moment.

The force was powerful and violent, leaving devastation and dust everywhere it passed, as if the end of the world had arrived.

Rider, Saber, and Berserker all looked over there warily, understanding the power of this force and Gilgamesh's intentions.

He wanted to use absolute power to control the entire war, thwart the conqueror king's schemes, and demonstrate his kingly might.

Lancer's fierce offensive, which had just seized an opportunity for close combat, was interrupted once again. "That's really something..."

Lancer gritted his teeth, cursing inwardly. The Assassin before him was already troublesome, and this sudden storm forced him to temporarily retreat.

The violent magic filled the air with a sense of oppression, as if it would devour everything at any moment.

The attack has been repeatedly disrupted from the beginning, even though Archer's attack has enveloped both her and Assassin.

However, this also greatly delayed the end of the battle.

Assassin also retreated quickly, looking warily in the direction from which the force had come. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

Every second on the battlefield is a matter of life and death, and he would never be distracted by this sudden force.

Gilgamesh's attack came crashing down, and the all-encompassing storm roared like the heavens and earth, directly slamming into the overpass.

A massive shockwave, accompanied by a deafening explosion, instantly reduced the viaduct to rubble. Debris flew everywhere, dust billowed, and the entire bridge collapsed as if made of paper.

Lancer and Assassin both leaped into the air, dodging the devastating force, but their fighting rhythm had been completely disrupted.

The collapse of the viaduct brought about new terrain changes, making the combat environment more complex and dangerous.

High in the sky, Gilgamesh looked down at all of this, a cold smile playing on his lips.

He demonstrated his power in this way, while also firmly grasping the initiative in the battle.

Having witnessed the previous battles, he has begun to seriously consider how to win from a strategic perspective.

He initially thought it was just a boring theatrical performance and didn't intend to participate much, but now he is finally taking this battle called the Holy Grail War seriously.

Assassin, though a lowly servant to his own side, is a handy tool for stalling Lancer at this moment.

Can Lancer withstand such a delay? The answer is no. Without the Master's supplies, and after the depletion of resources in battle, they are probably already on the verge of collapse.

In the end, a complete victory can be achieved.

Although the overpass has completely collapsed, it still has an advantage in height. From Lancer's current position, with Ryumu's ability to see far into the distance, he can clearly see the battlefield where Matou Ike and the others are located.

Among them are Rider's Servants and Masters who have been helping him achieve his revenge from behind the scenes.

She couldn't care less about anything else; her condition was deteriorating rapidly. The Dragon Heart, as a magical furnace, kept warning her. What kept her going was the magic that formed her spirit foundation, which sustained her in the battle.

In other words, she is burning her life force right now!

Just like the tokusatsu films made in Japan, the giant of light also has a moment when his light runs out, and in the end he can only use his remaining light to illuminate the world.

"Rider! Three minutes, hold that guy off for three minutes! Please help me just this once... I'm begging you!"

Disregarding honor and dignity, since this body is merely a fragmented spirit born from the remains of a dragon, it cannot be called noble. To say that she is a fragment of Albion is more like saying she is the child of the last dragon.

He simply inherited the original owner's tragic wish to return to the other side of the world, and also wanted to see what the other side of the world looked like, which is why he threw himself into this Holy Grail War.

If Rider had asked her back then why she would be willing to sacrifice herself for revenge after only a few days of service, that would have been a different story.

The answer he received might greatly disappoint him—after forming a contract, shouldn't a Servant avenge their deceased Master?

Now, although he doesn't understand the true meaning of "revenge" and is only imitating the behavior, he is filled with emotions he has never felt before, something called anger.

Therefore, she will use everything she has to achieve this goal.

Lancer's voice resounded through the heavens, his pleading echoing across the battlefield.

"Have the newborn dragons found emotion in their actions? It's no longer clumsy imitation; that's really interesting."

Archer uttered words that were incomprehensible to others, yet he remained unmoved, and with another swing of his sword, he cleaved directly at the source of the voice.

For a king, pity is an emotion he only feels when facing his own people.

“Archer, now that you’ve heard Lancer’s request, I can’t let you continue to act so recklessly.”

As Rider spoke, he scratched his head with his broad palm, seemingly troubled by Lancer's plea, but then seemed relieved.

After all, he had witnessed this revenge, and it was the Conqueror King's reputation that earned the heroes' approval.

"Oh? You think you can stop me? Your throne has been completely destroyed, Rider."

The text emphasizes the Conqueror's class, suggesting that the Conqueror doesn't seem to take the threat from Iskandar seriously.

"Is that so? Then open your eyes wide and take a good look at the foundation upon which I have earned my name of conquest! I should let you witness the true bearing of a king."

This fervent wind from the realm of irrationality has finally begun to overturn and erode reality.

In this anomaly that could not exist in a modern steel city, distance and location lose their meaning, gradually transforming into an environment ravaged by dry, raging winds carrying hot sand.

"How...how is it possible..."

The astonished voices came from Waver and Kiritsugu Emiya, who understood what magic was.

"This is... a Reality Marble?"

The scorching sun scorched the earth, and the view was vast, extending to the other side of the horizon covered by violent sand and dust, and beyond the cloudless sky.

The battlefield, burned to charcoal, transformed into a strange phenomenon in an instant, clearly an illusion eroding reality—the ultimate magic trick that rivals miracles.

"How could such a thing be possible... to actually materialize the mental world... you're clearly not a magician."

"Of course not, this is not something I can accomplish by myself."

Standing proudly within the vast barrier, Iskandar's face was filled with a proud smile as he refuted Waver's question.

"why?"

......

Seeing that the people on the battlefield had disappeared from reality due to the Reality Barrier, Kiritsugu Emiya quickly grasped the current situation on the battlefield.

"Great opportunity! Now Archer won't be able to control you anymore, Tokiomi Tohsaka!"

Chapter 78 A Sniper Kill from a Thousand Meters Away (Part 2)

Ryudong Temple.

A large underground cavity.

"Hey, hey, hey, where did everyone go? Why aren't the audience able to enjoy the performance?"

A complaint came from a deserted place. It was a place with only lava and rocks, yet a strange human voice was heard. Even if the crew of the TV show "Approaching Science" came to film ten episodes, they would not be able to find the reason.

"They were just pulled in by Rider's Reality Marble. They used their inner world to erode reality, and now they are no longer in the same dimension as us."

Another, more composed voice answered Angra Mainyu, the one who had spoken the flippant young voice.