Chapter 117: [117] The Servants’ Race [2]

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Chapter 117: [117] The Servants' Race [2] As the silver luxury car approached the two Noble Phantasms in the sky, Archer and Rider naturally noticed Saber rapidly closing in. "Oh, the little lady is putting in quite the effort!" Rider managed to comment amidst the chaos. "But bringing her family along? What's that about?" Archer, on the other hand, was more direct. Part of the Gate of Babylon shifted its focus, aiming at the Mercedes-Benz 300SL, and unleashed a barrage of Noble Phantasms. "Since you're here, why not join the fun, Saber!" "Hold on tight, Irisviel!" Saber, seated in the driver's seat, saw the golden rain descending from above. While gritting her teeth at Archer, she gripped the steering wheel, displaying riding skills on par with Iskandar's. "Forward, Dun Stallion!" "You've already named it? That's my car!" Amidst Irisviel's complaints, the four-wheeled beast let out a wild roar, responding to Saber's aggressive acceleration. The 2996 CC six-cylinder engine unleashed a deafening roar, like a ferocious predator. The deep, menacing growl of a steel lion shook the quiet night. The rain of Noble Phantasms from the sky fell directly onto Saber's path. A direct hit would be disastrous, but even a glancing blow at this speed could send the car careening out of control. And to make matters worse—a nearly 90-degree turn lay ahead! While the Mercedes 300SL wasn't a rocket car incapable of turning, taking the turn at this speed would subject it to intense centrifugal force, posing a significant challenge to the driver. Slowing down was out of the question. The only way through was to push forward. With her resolve firm, Saber charged into the danger. The Noble Phantasms struck the ground, erupting in dangerous explosions. The Mercedes 300SL weaved through the chaos like a serpent, narrowly avoiding the blasts. "Haahhhh!!" With the release of Saber's most relied-upon combat skill—Mana Burst—a torrent of magical energy erupted from her back, pressing the car firmly against the road and channelling all its power into acceleration. The brake pedal was completely ignored. Saber used Mana Burst to control the car's body, directing excess torque to the rear wheels. As the car's acceleration momentarily overcame its weight, lifting the front wheels, Saber released another burst of energy, tilting the car sharply and using the explosive straight-line speed to execute a near-impossible turn. The screeching of tires echoed through the sky, but despite the severe wear, Saber continued to control the heavy beast, breaking through Archer's blockade and the sharp turn, racing down the highway like a streak of blue light! Witnessing this dazzling four-wheeled dance, the two Servants in the sky were momentarily captivated. Archer then smirked, while Rider let out a hearty laugh. "Hahahaha! Well done! Truly worthy of the King of Knights! You shine like a star on the battlefield!" "Not bad, jester. Your performance has further entertained this king!" With that declaration, Archer unleashed the Gate of Babylon once more, raining down Noble Phantasms that could obliterate the road! This time, however, the silver car didn't just dodge. As one of the gull-wing doors opened, the golden-haired, blue-eyed knight nimbly climbed onto the roof, her holy sword revealing its magnificent form. "Hmm?!" Rider frowned, his gaze sharp as he looked toward the driver's seat. If Saber was on the roof, who was driving the car? Silver hair fluttered in the wind rushing into the car. Irisviel pressed the accelerator to the floor, but her excited expression turned to concern as she glanced at the pale man in the rearview mirror. "Kiritsugu... are you okay?" "Don't worry about me, Iri." The man replied, suppressing his dizziness and keeping his tone calm. "As long as you're having fun." "Okay..." Irisviel turned her gaze forward, but a strange feeling welled up inside her. The Kiritsugu she knew—whether as her loving husband or the cold-blooded killer in this war—would never say something like "have fun." The sensitive heart of the homunculus detected a change but now wasn't the time to dwell on it. "I'm counting on you, Saber!" "Leave it to me, Irisviel!" Responding to her princess's call, the knight gripped her sword and swung it upward! "Strike Air!" The raging winds were gathered by magical energy, forming a rushing current that scattered the falling Noble Phantasms, sending them crashing to the ground like meteors. "Wow~!" The road stretched endlessly ahead, with explosions lighting up the surroundings like falling stars, reflecting Irisviel's delighted expression. Behind her, Kiritsugu sat in the back, vigilant of their surroundings but unable to tear his gaze away from his beloved wife, his eyes deep with emotion. For Illya—that was how he had convinced himself to agree to Sakatsuki's seemingly absurd proposal. But why had those words slipped out? What was he thinking? Kiritsugu fell into deep thought, but Saber had no time to spare for him. After releasing the Invisible Air, she didn't stop. Taking a deep breath, she prepared for the next move. For Illya, their desire to win was stronger than any other group's— Countless lights, and countless wishes, gathered from all directions, converging onto the holy sword in her hands. "This is...!" Iskandar's expression changed. Archer, too, stared intently at the light, uncharacteristically silent. "Uh-oh, someone's in trouble now that Saber's angry." Sakatsuki gloated from afar, watching the divine battle. He reached into his pocket, activating a communication familiar. "Get ready, Kariya. This is a golden opportunity." "Don't tell me what to do!" The man on the other end, who had just been woken up and was now rushing over, replied irritably. Without further charge, Saber raised her holy sword high and unleashed her fury upon the two figures in the sky. "Ex—calibur!!" Though she held back its full power, the star's breath was still overwhelmingly powerful. Seeing the danger, Rider quickly steered his chariot out of the way, but Archer remained unmoved as if determined to witness the aurora-like beam to its end. As the Gate of Babylon opened, countless powerful Noble Phantasms formed a barrier, blocking the relatively small-scale Noble Phantasm release. "My king..." Tokiomi watched in fear as the destructive light raged outside the barrier, but the arrogant king beside him remained silent. This rare brilliance reminded the ancient hero of a distant past. —Long ago, there was a man. Though his body was made of clay, he aspired to stand alongside the gods, a foolish and laughable ambition. His arrogance naturally angered the gods, and he met his end by divine punishment. The King of Heroes could never forget the sight of him breathing his last, tears streaming down his face. The King of Heroes asked him. "Why do you cry? Do you regret standing by my side now, at the end?" He replied. "No, that's not it." "After I die, who will understand you? Who will walk beside you? My friend... the thought of you being alone from now on brings me to tears..." Watching him take his last breath, the King of Heroes finally understood. This man, though human, sought to transcend human limitations, and his way of life was more precious than all the treasures in the Gate of Babylon. "Another fool reaching for what lies beyond human grasp..." Though the Banquet of Kings had yet to begin, Gilgamesh could sense the deep-seated desire within Saber's light, even without knowing her wish. Recalling his only friend, the King of Heroes felt a pang of melancholy. He took one last look at the fading attack, then lazily opened the Gate of Babylon to retrieve his defensive Noble Phantasms. But as the light of Excalibur dissipated, two iron pillars marked with red patterns suddenly flew in from nowhere. Along with the divine lightning from Rider's chariot, they breached Vimana's defences, sending the flying vessel crashing down! *** Hey readers! Want to read ahead? ???? Join my Patreon for early access to 30+ advance Chapters! Your support helps me write more and bring the story to you faster. ????/aarvan???? Thanks for being awesome! ❤️

Chapter 117: [117] The Servants’ Race [2]

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