Magician in Type-Moon

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"Come, King of Babylon! Let's see if your divine sword is sharper or my divine wheel is more powerful!" Iskandar roared, with an aura of conquering all.

The giant sword and the chariot collided in mid-air, the sword's edge intertwining with lightning, unleashing an incomparably dazzling brilliance.

Lightning danced around the chariot, like divine guards, enveloping it in its radiance and forming an unbreakable barrier.

The greatsword was incredibly powerful; the barrier of lightning was gradually pierced by its blade, and the chariot trembled violently in the air.

The lightning on the chariot grew increasingly violent, as if the entire sky was trembling at this battle that only existed in mythology.

"Wave, hold me tight!" he shouted to his Master, his gaze unwavering.

Webber stared at him in astonishment, but without hesitation grabbed Iskandar's arm. Iskandar pulled hard, holding Webber tightly in his arms.

Then, he resolutely released the reins of the divine chariot wheel, and the chariot lost control in an instant, the four-legged divine bull roaring as it charged toward the emerald horizon.

"For the glory of the Conqueror King!" Iskandar roared, his body radiating intense light.

In that instant, all the lightning on the chariot concentrated on him, as if the god of thunder had descended upon the world. The power of the lightning gathered within him, and he raised his hands, forcefully pushing the power of the lightning forward.

The Divine Wheel burst forth with dazzling light in the air, and the surrounding lightning swept out like a storm, colliding head-on with the sword edge of the Emerald Horizon. The brilliance of the lightning and the light of the sword edge intertwined, bursting out with incomparably dazzling sparks.

In that instant, the Emerald Horizon was suppressed by the power of the lightning, and the greatsword's power was temporarily blocked.

Iskandar concentrated all his strength into this one strike, and the light of lightning erupted to its fullest extent from his body.

“Rider!” Webber hugged him tightly, feeling that incredibly powerful force.

The power of the thunder finally erupted to its limit, and the collision between the Divine Wheel and the Emerald Horizon created a tremendous roar in the air.

The chariot was severed by the sword, and the surrounding scenery dimmed, with only the light of thunder exploding in the air, as if the whole world had been shattered.

In the devastating explosion, Iskandar clung tightly to Weber as they plummeted from the sky.

His body fell to the ground like a shooting star, carrying the lingering force of thunder.

The two fell from the sky, a long trail of lightning trailing behind them. Iskandar shielded Waver with his own body, ensuring his safety.

Finally, they landed, the ground shook, and dust flew up. Iskandar steadied himself, slowly put Weber down, and showed a hint of fatigue on his face, but more so a determination and fearlessness.

"Berserker's Master, it's up to you now!"

As if receiving a response from Rider on the ground, Matou Ike's fighter jet nimbly flipped in the air, the black mud on its body emitting an eerie glow, perfectly combining with the power of Berserker.

Inside the cockpit, Matou Ike's gaze was resolute, his fingers gripping the control stick tightly, and the fighter jet flew towards Archer like a raptor.

Taking advantage of the brief moment when the chariot and the divine sword were destroying each other, Matou Ike suddenly accelerated, and the fighter jet transformed into a black lightning bolt, rushing straight towards Archer in the sky.

The conqueror's heroic figure also touched Matou Ike's heart.

"Self-destruction is nothing, anyone can do that!" he roared, shouting as he piloted his fighter jet toward the Hero King, who stood high above Vimana with his arms crossed.

The self-destruct power of the F-4EJ fighter jet is certainly not comparable to that of the "Divine Wheel." Mundane things are ultimately just mundane things. However, with the support of the Berserker's black mud, destroying that magnificent but powerful spacecraft in the sky is still a piece of cake.

Matouchi and Berserker's determination was like a blazing flame; their fighter jet transformed into a black lightning bolt in the sky, hurtling straight toward Vimana.

Gilgamesh's lips curled up sharply; at this moment, excitement outweighed arrogance, and pleasure surpassed contempt.

"Interesting, absolutely fascinating! I never imagined that such a wonderful show could exist in this mundane world."

A golden halo shone in the sky, its light so intense that it was impossible to tell what kind of treasure was being pulled out.

But there was no time to worry about that now; success or failure hinged on this moment.

Black mud and flames intertwined, bursting forth with dazzling light, and the entire sky was swallowed up by this destructive power.

The massive shockwave shook Vimana, and the Noble Phantasms in the Gate of Babylon temporarily lost their luster in the face of this power. Matou Ike and Berserker's fighter jets were reduced to ashes in the explosion.

Berserker's black mud flowed rapidly, turning into countless tiny fragments, while Matou Pond was protected by the black mud, escaping from the core of the explosion.

The fireworks faded from the sky, and the throne of the Hero King stood prominently in the heavens, his golden spiritual energy dissipating continuously, as if announcing the end of the ceremony.

"It's a shield, but I don't know where it came from. However, since that guy pulled it out, it probably isn't anything ordinary."

Rider stood on the ground, expressionless, commenting that he seemed to see no sign of defeat, while Webber beside him looked dejected.

"Still not enough? They actually brought out a defensive Noble Phantasm. They think too highly of us." Matou Ike slowly descended from the sky, a hint of resentment on his lips.

But it wasn't over yet; a storm-like surge of magical power suddenly appeared from the other side of the overpass.

The gale, like a storm dragon, swooped down on Archer.

Chapter 74 The Sword of Vow to Victory

“This magic…” Weber felt the power and his eyes were filled with shock.

“It should be Saber. Is she only showing up now? I wonder who this hero is.” Rider replied slowly, but he couldn’t hide the excitement in his eyes.

Her gaze was resolute, and she held the holy sword high in her hand, its invisible blade enveloped in a raging storm.

The storm surged in, and Saber's attack was as powerful as thunder, aimed directly at Archer.

The raging storm dragon swooped down like lightning, heading straight for Archer.

Gilgamesh's shield had just dissipated, and before he could react, Saber's attack was already upon him.

Artoria rode the magically enhanced silver-white 'beast,' her speed exceeding its limits, creating a fierce tornado behind her with an unstoppable momentum.

Gilgamesh's face showed a hint of surprise, but he didn't have time to do anything useful.

Just then, the Chains of Heaven flew out of the Gate of Babylon on their own and quickly wrapped around Gilgamesh, forming a strong protective barrier.

The Lock of Heaven radiated a golden light, like the protection of a saint, tightly guarding this king and friend.

“What a foolish decision, Saber!” Gilgamesh sneered, his momentum undiminished despite his movements being restricted by the Chains of Heaven.

However, Saber's offensive did not falter; she had only one goal in mind—to defeat the enemy before her.

A surge of violent magic coursed around her, and the holy sword shone brightly in her hand.

"Wind King Barrier! Dispel!"

Saber unleashed the "Wind King Barrier" with the force of a decisive blow.

With Saber's roar, the Wind King's Barrier was instantly released. The invisible barrier on the Holy Sword collapsed abruptly, transforming into countless sharp wind blades that surged through the air.

The powerful airflow, like a raging hurricane, whipped up dust and debris from all around, forming an invisible tornado that shot straight into the sky.

The wind blades, like countless invisible swords, swept towards Gilgamesh with overwhelming force.

Each wind blade was like a sharp dagger, capable of easily cutting through steel and tearing the earth apart. The air was filled with the sharp whistling sound of the wind blades cutting at high speed, as if countless ferocious beasts were roaring.

The gale raged across the battlefield, stirring up violent gusts of air wherever it passed, and even the sky trembled slightly in the face of this force.

The wind blades were as dense as a torrential rain, countless sharp air currents intertwined to form an insurmountable barrier, rushing swiftly towards Gilgamesh.

The Heavenly Lock remained unmoved despite the impact of the wind blades.

Golden chains clung desperately to Gilgamesh's body, forming a sturdy protective barrier that successfully blocked the wind blades of the Wind King's barrier.

Although the Chains of Heaven were perfectly capable of defending against this violent attack, the Vimana beneath his feet could not completely withstand its power.

Like countless sharp swords, the wind blades relentlessly battered the surface of Vimana, gradually leaving deep cracks. The golden airship swayed violently in the raging air currents, as if it might disintegrate at any moment.

"You despicable fool... how dare you expect me, who should be looking up to the heavens, to stand on the same earth as you!"

—No, it seems to be just how others perceive it, that they think it's nothing serious.

Archer's rage had finally reached its peak. The deep lines etched between his brows made his handsome face appear fierce.

"Such disrespectful behavior deserves a thousand deaths. You bastard, I will absolutely annihilate you!"

Enraged, Archer looked at Saber with eyes blazing with fury and shouted loudly.

The power of the Wind King's barrier was like an invisible torrent, wave after wave, relentlessly assaulting Vimana.

The airship developed more and more cracks on its surface, its golden luster gradually dimmed, and it finally disintegrated with a loud bang.

Gilgamesh fell from Vimana, but the Chains of Heaven remained tightly bound to him, protecting his body from harm.

He quickly adjusted his posture in mid-air and landed steadily on the ground, his gaze coldly fixed on Saber.

But what followed was a feast of power when the "Wind King Barrier" opened, with magic intertwining like an unpredictable labyrinth, forming a scene full of power and mystery.

The air was filled with a magical aura, as if every tiny speck of dust was shining brightly, and the golden sword revealed its form amidst the swirling wind.

The sword gleamed with golden light, as if celebrating the promised victory, illuminating the surrounding sky.

"That is..."

"It is the legendary sword of King Arthur."

Questions and answers echoed from different parts of the battlefield.

Indeed, this light is the knight's ideal. The sword has a golden hilt, and the hilt and guard are inlaid with gold and blue enamel paintings. The blade gleams with a golden magical light and is engraved with Elvish inscriptions.

This is not a man-made weapon, but a divine weapon forged from a planet, a treasure at the pinnacle of holy swords. Even in its incomplete release, it possesses immense power.

This is the crystallization of all the dreams depicted in the hearts of all those who perished in the glory. Even on the blood-soaked battlefield, exposed to the extreme hell of death and despair, they still sang the praises of the nobility of humanity.

Saber adjusted his posture in mid-air, took a step forward in the void, and then took a deep breath like a whale swallowing its prey. The red dragon's heart pounded violently, and golden magic wrapped around the sword.

The Knight King concentrated all his strength in his arms gripping the sword hilt, raising the golden sword high. Light cascaded down like a waterfall, weaving a magnificent tapestry of glory and hope.

The light continued to gather, and the dazzling brilliance converged one after another, as if illuminating this peerless holy sword and adorning it with the most dazzling radiance was their supreme duty.

The intense yet serene light left everyone speechless and holding their breath.

That radiant divine sword is the crystallization of the sorrowful and sublime dream held in the hearts of all the warriors who perished on the battlefield in their final moments, transcending the past, present, and future—a wish called 'Glory'.

Transform that will into glory, remind yourself to uphold your faith, and at this moment, the ever-victorious king proclaims the true name of the miracle in his hand.

That is—EX ~CALIBUR

"Oath—Sword of Victory!!!"

Light surged and flowed across the Star Sword, its radiance like countless golden rivers weaving together a magnificent picture and converging into endless splendor.

The roar shook the heavens, and the entire battlefield seemed to tremble under the impact of this radiant light.

The dragon's essence was unleashed, accelerating the magic and transforming it into a flash of light. The spiraling stream of light that shot out completely engulfed Archer's figure.

Chapter 75 This time you guys are stronger.

Archer hesitated for the first time before Saber raised her sword, which was unusual for a king.