Simultaneous Travel: Becoming a Legend in the Heavens.

Chapter 460 You're probably feeling a bit repressed.

After all, they were Servants who could leave a glorious mark on history, and their combat skills were extremely high. After confirming once again that Luke had no intention of getting involved, both sides suppressed their doubts and turned their attention back to each other.

Lancer threw the short spear in his right hand to the ground, releasing the seal on the long spear in his left hand. The crimson spear shaft radiated extraordinary magic as he used the Servant's trump card—the Noble Phantasm.

The warm-up is over; now comes the real battle.

Swah——

Amidst the crackling wind, the spear's attack was fierce and aimed straight for vital points. Saber, as before, swung her sword to parry.

However, in this clash, the "Wind King Barrier" that had been concealing the sword's form began to weaken, revealing the true form of the "Invisible Sword," with its dazzling golden blade flashing by.

Saber was taken aback, but the attacks from the other side were relentless, each strike aimed at a vital point, leaving her no choice but to desperately parry with her sword, whose mist was gradually being cleared.

Lancer's eyes narrowed. The brief exchange after using his Noble Phantasm allowed him to perceive the length of Saber's sword, making it easier for him to maintain distance and fight effectively.

He laughed heartily, suddenly unleashing magical power. Seemingly pleased with his victory, he swept his spear with wide, sweeping strokes. Although his attacks were more ferocious, he inadvertently revealed a flaw, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

Saber, who was being suppressed, suddenly rallied and silently stepped forward, determined to use the armor formed from her magical energy to withstand Lancer's attack and deliver the decisive blow.

puff-

The two figures crossed paths, Saber's momentum weakened, and she lowered her head slightly.

Blood trickled down her skin from the wound in her abdomen, seething under her armor. Her armor, which offered decent protection, was completely useless, failing to stop the opponent's spear.

Lancer's lips curled slightly as he gracefully twirled the red spear and put it away.

"So, Saber, how about conceding now and handing over the victory to me?"

After her setback, Saber recovered and her fighting spirit remained undiminished. She quickly sorted out her thoughts and revealed the secret of the magic spear.

"I see. It destroyed the 'Wind King Barrier' and went straight through my armor. Can the spear in your hand... cut through magic?"

“Indeed, before this gun of mine, you are as naked as can be.” Lancer uttered these treacherous words without batting an eye.

Lu Ke, who was watching the game, raised an eyebrow, finding it difficult to comment for a moment.

Historically, Dimurud eloped with Princess Grani, the fiancée of Chief Finn, and for sixteen years they did not cross the line. Although he was a minotaur, he never let the heroine taste any meat.

Looks like he's been sexually repressed for a while, these kinds of lewd remarks just come out of his mouth...

Irisviel clasped her hands together and cast a healing spell on Saber. Lancer's wounds were instantly healed. Servants are spirits, so healing them is much simpler than healing ordinary people's physical bodies.

"Lancer, you think victory is in sight just because you've removed my armor? I find that hard to believe," Saber scoffed.

"This kind of injury is nothing to a Servant with a Master. Speaking of which, your Master doesn't seem as brave as you. Did he not come at all, or was he hiding in the shadows?"

Lancer, who had been full of confidence, paused for a moment, and the smile on his face gradually faded.

He did not answer Saber's question. Instead, he took a step back and silently moved to the spot where the red spear had been first released. He bowed slightly and assumed an attacking stance.

"You just said this injury is insignificant, well... with my next strike, I'll inflict a wound that will secure your victory and allow you to win this duel!"

"Likewise, since you say I'm naked, then I'll... take off my armor and fight you!"

Saber waved her hand gracefully, and the magical armor covering her body turned into fragments and disappeared into the air. Her breastplate, bracers, kneeplates, and all her protective gear were gone, leaving only a blue knight's skirt beneath the armor.

Although Wang is an A-rank physique, even her chest is an A-rank, her well-trained, symmetrical figure with a touch of feminine grace is still quite attractive.

Based on the principle of "why not take a look if you're not going to," Luke stared at the dashing Saber, silently muttering to himself.

Bad review!

They weren't even completely naked!

Lancer also stared at Saber, his gaze filled with both caution and admiration for an enemy. Seeing that the armor was useless, she simply discarded it to allow for a more focused burst of magical power. Saber's decision was swift and precise, and her fearless spirit reached its peak, instantly turning the tide of the battle.

Such an opponent is precisely the kind of opponent that a Servant, having traversed the distant past, should seek out!

Both men saw the fighting spirit in each other's eyes, and they faced each other with their weapons in hand, trying to find each other's weaknesses and decide the winner directly.

Suddenly, Lancer's steps faltered slightly as he stepped on a pile of rubble left by the battle, losing his balance and laging back almost imperceptibly.

good chance!
Saber didn't miss this opening and suddenly moved. She pushed off the ground with both feet, and the "Invisible Sword" in her hand, under the burst of magic, became like a propulsion device, giving her petite figure enormous kinetic energy, and she rushed straight towards Lancer.

The distance between the two closed in the blink of an eye. Saber was about to swing her sword with all her might to claim victory when her sense of crisis swelled to an unprecedented level. Her "intuition," which had saved her life many times, made her notice the mocking smile on Lancer's lips.

Fell into a trap!
As expected, the pile of rubble under Lancer's feet was blown away by the burst of magical energy, revealing the yellow short gun that he had thrown down at the beginning—another Noble Phantasm!
Noble Phantasm: The Yellow Rose That Will Destroy All!
This yellow dagger is cursed; anyone wounded by it will suffer an unhealable, cursed injury. The negative effects include decreased stamina and immunity to the Heroic Spirit's regeneration; even the most powerful Master's healing magic is powerless against the curse of this demonic spear.

In a flash, Saber realized she had been tricked and tightened her grip, deflecting her charge. The "Invisible Sword" collided with the red spear once more, and she barely managed to avoid the sharp edge of the yellow short spear.

A flash of sword light appeared, and the "Wind King Barrier" collapsed for a moment, revealing the magnificent "Excalibur," a work of art. Both sides had cuts on their wrists.

“It’s commendable that you noticed the ‘Red Rose of Exorcism,’ but it was a mistake to overlook the ‘Yellow Rose of Curse’ because of it.” Lancer let the blood drip from her wound and pursed her lips.

His injuries had not healed, and it seemed that Kenneth, who was hiding in the distance, had not provided him with any magical support. He could have completely gained the upper hand as long as he received treatment.

Lancer sighed inwardly. The consequences of his discord with Master had come so quickly. What could have been a victory had now become a draw...

There was no other way; after all, the compatibility between a Servant and their Master is a factor that affects the battle. His failure to handle his relationship with Kenneth was also a dereliction of duty.

Just as he was thinking this, a white light shone from his wound, soothing the pain.

Lancer looked at Luke, who had withdrawn his hand, in surprise, and asked in a deep voice with a frown.

"Caster, what do you mean by this?"

“Saber has a Master to help heal her, so you should have one too. Otherwise, it’s a bit unfair, isn’t it? It goes against the spirit of chivalry, doesn’t it?”

Luke smiled slightly, ignoring Lancer's complicated expression after hearing his words, and turned to Saber, "You won't object, will you, Saber?"

"As it should be."

Saber nodded in approval, staring at Irisviel's incurable wound, and realized Lancer's true name.

With exceptional marksmanship, an alluring beauty mark, a red spear that can sever magic, and a yellow spear that inflicts incurable wounds, there is only one hero in many mythological histories who possesses these characteristics.

"You must be Diarmuid Ua Ua Duibhne, the peerless chief warrior of the Irish Fiona Knights. It is an honor to fight you."

Recalling the fleeting glimpse of the holy sword, Lancer also exclaimed in admiration:
"Seeing that sword, no one will be unaware that I am truly fortunate to have fought against the famous King Arthur and even slightly outmaneuvered him."

After exchanging pleasantries and knowing that the other party wouldn't back down just because they were at a disadvantage, Lancer rallied and once again raised his two magic guns.

"Now that we both know each other's names, let's have a grander, more honorable duel!"

"That's how it should be!" Saber's hand holding the sword trembled slightly due to her injuries, but she remained determined.

Just as the two rushed toward each other, a rumbling thunder came from afar, and a bolt of lightning struck between them, separating them far apart.

A powerful aura swept across the sky, showering down boundless lightning along its path. Ancient chariots traversed the air, their wheels thundering like lightning.

The luxurious chariot was not pulled by warhorses, but by two large and strong bulls.

There were two people on the carriage: Weber, a handsome and pitiful-looking boy squeezed into a corner, and Rider, a burly giant with a strong physique and an imposing presence who occupied most of the space.

"Before me, both sides should sheathe their swords!"

Rider surveyed the scene and spoke in a tough tone.

Seeing that Saber was at a disadvantage and was likely to be defeated by Lancer, Rider took the initiative to step in and stop the battle.

Alexander the Great, the historically renowned conqueror, was obsessed with toothpicks and acted on a whim. In his view, the Holy Grail War had only just begun, and it would be rather dull if such an interesting event and such a powerful opponent were to perish on the first night.

Saber and Lancer frowned simultaneously, both displeased that the newcomer had interrupted their duel and disgusted by his condescending attitude. As they pondered the newcomer's true name and Noble Phantasm, a leisurely voice rang out.

“Iskander, still so high-profile and domineering.” Luke said softly, directly revealing Rider’s real name.

What the heck? Caster is not only familiar with those two, but also with Rider who just appeared? How does one person know so many historical heroes?
While surprised by Rider's identity, Saber and Lancer's previous doubts were once again brought to the surface.

"You're lying... How did you know Rider's real name?!"

Weber, who looked quite exhausted from being tossed around by the oxcart, let out a scream, tears welling up in his eyes.

On the battlefield of the Holy Grail War, one's true name is of great strategic significance. Revealing one's true name is equivalent to revealing one's weakness and Noble Phantasm. And now, he has only just appeared, and his Servant has already been exposed.

It's... over...

Luke gave Weber, who looked utterly dejected, an apologetic smile:
"Sorry, but knowing Rider's personality, he'd probably just give his name even if I didn't say it, right?"

“You’re right. I was actually planning to reveal my class and real name. I didn’t expect that there would be someone among the Servants in the real world who knows me so well.”

Rider rubbed his chin as a large face loomed over, surprised by Luke's apparent familiarity.

"Hmm... I don't remember having a subordinate like you, and you even know Saber and Lancer. The timeline doesn't match up. Caster, tell me your identity."

"Idiot, no other Servant would voluntarily announce themselves except for a moron like you..."

Luke placed his hand on his heart, interrupting Weber's rambling, his tone gentle.

"I am Fujimaru Ritsuka, the Chaldea Master who stands here in place of countless people, with the help of many."

Weber: “…”

This, this is not right!

(End of this chapter)