Simultaneous Travel: Becoming a Legend in the Heavens.

Chapter 485 The Real Battlefield

The reappearance of the kingdom was like a god returning the crown to the king, igniting passionate emotions. The subsequent appearance of the Holy Grail pushed everyone's fighting spirit to its peak.

There are different opinions on the way of the king, but there is only one rule in the world—survival of the fittest, the victor is king and the loser is villain!

Since each of them is a king with a strong sense of autonomy, following their own will, instead of arguing for a long time, let's see who can prove themselves with their actions and see whose path to kingship yields the sweetest fruit.

“In my mental world, soldiers, subjects, and kings all have only one life, which can never be recreated. Only the victor after a river of blood can obtain the Holy Grail.”

Luke clenched his fist upwards, his calm yet authoritarian voice resounding throughout the world, carrying an unquestionable authority.

"Hahahaha, Caster, as expected, you're the one who suits my taste!"

Gilgamesh let out a loud, maniacal laugh, "That's right, why make it so complicated? Just let those two self-proclaimed kings see what a true king is like!"

The Hero King, whose self-confidence and willpower were both exceptional, opened his arms, and golden light shone from his body. Centered on him, the Chains of God appeared around him, and rows of Uruk warriors emerged.

Having already experienced this before, Gilgamesh pushed himself to the limit when entering the world of mental images for the second time.

Dazzling red divine runes covered their bodies, and golden ripples opened the gates. The treasures, which had been transformed into great achievements, fell into the hands of the warriors of the Age of Gods, their aura soaring.

All eyes were focused on the king at the highest point of the temple.

Gilgamesh pointed to the center of the battlefield, his voice low and somber:

"Give me your life!"

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"So that's how it is. There's such a world. Did Caster use this move to defeat Archer before?"

Rider looked at Uruk and Camelot in the distance with astonishment, his tone filled with undisguised amazement and praise.

"As expected of the King of Heroes and King Arthur, they have shown such prowess. It seems that my previous assessment was somewhat biased. However, I will not lose!"

Compared to the other two kings, his territory did not include the Macedonian kingdom or the numerous cities he had conquered as the "Conqueror King".

Naturally, the essence of a conqueror is endless expansion and plunder; he will not stop in one place, but will lead his army forward without end.

For him, the true kingdom was his generals and subjects.

The vast army was of unparalleled size, so numerous that it stretched as far as the eye could see, showcasing the Conqueror King's grandeur even more than the Noble Phantasm "King's Army".

The generals with illustrious reputations were also preserved: Ptolemy, Antigonus, Cassander, Seleucus, Pesson, Lysimachus, Craterus...

The Conqueror King looked around, a smile spreading across his face, and let out a triumphant battle roar that echoed throughout the army. Every soldier raised their weapon and roared in response to the king's expectation.

"My warriors, our enemies are the invincible King Hero and King Arthur. Let us pay homage to these two kings and inscribe our legend upon this place!"

"Marching forward, charging forward, displaying our might!"

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"Admirable, both Archer and Rider are more resilient than I imagined."

At the highest point of Camelot, Artoria, wearing a crown and a blue cloak, holding the holy lance Rungomminiad, gazed at the other two locations, her eyes shining brightly.

The world depicted in the mind's eye is a kingdom beyond its heyday, another possibility for saving Britain together with Luke, a new world where all conflicts are resolved and all power is concentrated in one place.

Except for the absence of Morgan.

"If you really want to recreate that possibility, don't change the details casually, my king."

Dressed in a long black robe and adorned with a magnificent crown, Luke, who appeared both composed and radiant, and who was both a favored minister and the king's consort, appeared beside Artoria with a helpless tone.

Artoria seemed not to hear these words. She mounted her white steed, raised her holy lance, opened the gates of Camelot, and charged out first, becoming the first person in the camp to rush to the battlefield.

For a better future, for the smiles on the faces of all his subjects, and for the glory of Britain, the King of Knights launched his charge.

In this possibility, the favorite minister who had helped establish the Knights of the Round Table since childhood, who held power in his own hands and whose prestige was in no way inferior to that of the king, also shrugged and joined the ranks.

A flawless radiance emanated from Artoria, and behind her, one figure after another began to appear: Lancelot, Gawain, Gareth, Agrave, Mordred, Bedivere, Galahad, Tristan…

This is an epic sung by bards throughout the streets and alleys, and the Knights of the Round Table, whose seats are reserved for those of merit, are now reunited here in their entirety.

Led by Lancelot, every knight looked with longing at the valiant King Arthur and his ministers who had managed Britain so well, and followed in their footsteps toward the same goal.

Such a sacred and glorious scene would amaze anyone.

Lancelot, who was also drawn into the world of mental images, looked at the two figures at the front with complex emotions in his eyes. Seeing this possibility, he finally understood why his king had chosen Luke.

More and more figures appeared, each filled with fervent anticipation and sharing the same dream. Like-minded individuals, like splashes of water, gradually converged into streams, and then intertwined into a vast and boundless ocean!

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The three forces simultaneously rushed to the center of the battlefield.

When the torrents of thousands of troops converge, the violent shockwaves shake the world, and the roaring sound of the surging tide crashes between heaven and earth.

This is the cry of millions.

Horses leap, swords whistle, men roar, flags flutter.

The sounds of clashing metal echoed from all directions, sweeping across the entire battlefield. Blood and flesh splattered, bones snapped, and the dull, cold sound of sharp blades piercing bodies filled the air.

The spears reflected the blood-red light of the setting sun, and drops of blood leaped onto the polished stirrups, splattered on the horseshoes, and disappeared into the black earth churned up behind the hooves.

In such a chaotic battlefield, even renowned heroes are in grave danger, needing to devote themselves entirely to the battle, and can easily be killed by the enemy if they are not careful. Only three kings are so powerful that no one else can get in.

Artoria wielded the Holy Lance, magical light gathering on its shaft. Terrifying force tore through the air, unleashing a violent storm. Her simple and unpretentious spear technique delivered pure destructive power.

"Saber! Is this the path you've chosen, the end of your ideals? It's astonishing, a divine presence, yet possessing human emotions!"

The Conqueror King grinned, his divine wheel unleashing thunderous fury as he swung his heavy blade to parry. In close combat alone, he and Gilgamesh combined wouldn't be a match for the Knight King, but as a Rider, his mobility was his advantage.

Golden ripples spread out, and the "Shield of the Gods" stood in front, easily blocking the aftershocks of the Holy Lance.

"To manifest unfulfilled desires in this world? Hmph, this absurd attitude will be put to an end by this king!"

Gilgamesh snorted coldly. As a hero-king who had parted ways with the gods, he despised the gods and was particularly disgusted by Artoria's appearance at this moment. Because of this disgust, he was also more serious.

At the same time, a sword appeared in his hand, the original Sin, which was spread all over the world, the original text of the chosen sword, and a treasure once held by the King of Knights.

Golden ripples expanded continuously in the air, and hundreds and thousands of Noble Phantasms were fired simultaneously. The exaggerated coverage and number of Noble Phantasms suppressed the Conqueror King and restricted the Knight King's movements, allowing him to engage in close combat with Artoria with the help of the rain of Noble Phantasms.

"I will destroy your dreams!"

...The Tohsaka family.

In the basement, Tokiomi Tohsaka sat upright, his brows slightly furrowed, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness towards Archer, who insisted on attending the King's Banquet despite his advice.

Not long ago, in order to save his ally, Kiritsugu Emiya, the agent of the Einzbern family, who had come to discuss strategies against Caster, he used a Command Spell again.
He used the Command Seals he obtained through his friend Kotomine Risei's illegal actions before he even had a chance to enjoy them, and his relationship with the King of Heroes also reached its limit. He was incredibly unlucky.

And then there's his apprentice, Kirei Kotomine, who's been out of contact since yesterday. Without an Assassin skilled in stealth, and fearing that sending out familiars would expose him, he's practically cut off from all communication and is extremely worried.

"too difficult."

Tokiomi Tohsaka sighed, not understanding why it was so difficult to seize the Holy Grail simply by cooperating well with the summoned Servants.

Suddenly, a silent shadow emerged from the ground, and Assassin, wearing a skull mask, appeared in front of Tokiomi Tohsaka.

"Assassin, what are you doing here? Where's Kirei? Why can't I contact him?"

Tokiomi Tohsaka took a step back and raised the back of his hand.

As a frail magician, he still maintained a certain degree of wariness towards Servants.

Assassin bowed slightly. "Lord Tohsaka, don't worry, Master just went to find Kiritsugu Emiya..."

"Oh, I see." Tokiomi Tohsaka suddenly realized. "Knowing that Archer would resist allies, you went to discuss the details of dealing with Caster with Kiritsugu Emiya in my place?"

Assassin: "..."

Assassin paused for a moment, then slowly nodded.

“That’s right, that’s exactly it. Master and that man have exchanged information and learned Caster’s weakness. The time to deal with him is coming soon. Please prepare to use your Command Spells.”

"real?!"

Tokiomi Tohsaka was overjoyed. If he could defeat Caster, none of the other Servants would be a match for Gilgamesh, and the outcome of the Holy Grail War would be beyond doubt.

"But why are you telling me this? Where is Kirei now?"

Assassin: "He's probably still busy... negotiating."

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click-

Kirei Kotomine's arm moved with lightning speed, easily grabbing the Magician Killer's right arm and crippling it with a push and a twist.

“You have become so weak, Judge.”

He punched her hard in the chest, the powerful force of the Bajiquan sent Kiritsugu Emiya flying backward, coughing up what looked like lumps of internal organs.

"If you're so weak, why don't you keep hiding and come to me on your own?"

"Time Control" is a decent magic, but without the sword sheath to repair it, it's impossible to multiply it, and the time is limited. Against Kirei Kotomine, who is fully aware of his abilities, it's basically useless and can only be used to escape.

"Hu-hu-"

With rapid breathing accompanied by drops of blood and sweat, Kiritsugu Emiya looked at Kirei Kotomine charging towards him, his face pale but still calm, his voice composed.

"Since you know I shouldn't have acted this way, why do you think I didn't set a trap?"

Swah——

Kirei Kotomine paused for a moment, and taking advantage of this opportunity, Kiritsugu Emiya immediately activated "Inherent Time Control" and was about to pull the trigger on the Origin Bullet in his gun.

But the fake priest pushed off the ground with all his might, increasing his speed instead of decreasing it. He used a powerful shoulder strike to break the aim of the pistol, and with a backhand, he locked Emiya Kiritsugu's throat and lifted him high into the air.

"Your petty tricks are utterly nonsensical. In our countless battles, I've seen through all your traps."

Kirei Kotomine coldly declared his victory.

"I won this battle."

With his throat choked and unable to breathe, Kiritsugu Emiya's eyes were bloodshot, his vision blurred, and he choked back painful sobs.

To this day, he still doesn't understand why Kirei Kotomine wanted to kill him, nor does he understand when he had fought Kirei Kotomine countless times.

But he knew what to do now.

The Magician Killer suddenly sprang up and grabbed Kirei Kotomine with all his might.

Kirei Kotomine suddenly shuddered. His senses, dulled by countless years in the world of mental images, suddenly became exceptionally clear, and a fatal premonition gave rise to a warning in his heart.

That's too late.

Bang!
A bullet from afar pierced Kirei Kotomine's temple, destroying his hybrid human-dog brain, before emerging from the other end, leaving a gruesome wound.

Magicians are not miracle workers; mortals cannot avoid such fatal injuries. Kirei Kotomine, who had just been in the lead and declared victory, didn't even have time to give his last words before convulsing and losing his life.

He had been fighting Kiritsugu Emiya one-on-one for so long that he completely overlooked the possibility of a spoiler and had long forgotten that his opponent had an accomplice.

Not far away, the smartly dressed Hisa Umi carried a trembling young man and quickly walked up to Kiritsugu Emiya, her tone tinged with nervousness.

"Kiritsugu, are you alright?!"

Of course something happened; even if he's not dead, he's pretty much done for.

Emiya Kiritsugu gasped for breath, managing to treat his wounds with rudimentary healing magic to prevent himself from dying immediately. His blood-red eyes stared at the young man brought by Hisayu Maiya.

"he is the one……"

Hisayuu Maiya nodded solemnly: "Yes, Ryunosuke Amoi."

"Summon Caster's Master!"

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In the decisive battle, the conqueror king surprisingly gained the upper hand in the army.

Even though the quality of his army was inferior to the other two, his sheer size was enough to win with sheer numbers. Compared to the self-centered Gilgamesh and the brave but unpredictable Knight King, Iskandar was more skilled in combat than the other two.

While Gilgamesh was relentlessly pursuing Artoria, the Conqueror King, while seemingly indifferent to the battle, secretly mobilized his troops and directly absorbed a significant amount of forces from the other two sides.

Once my army wins, Saber and Archer will be nearly exhausted, and then I can use my army to take them both away.

I'm sorry, Saber and Archer.

Soldiers who, deception also!
(End of this chapter)