Simultaneous Travel: Becoming a Legend in the Heavens.

Chapter 486 The End of the Banquet

Just as the Conqueror King was calculating in his mind, thinking that victory was in his grasp, the lower body of the Divine Wheel suddenly sank, as if something was sticking to it from below.

The Conqueror King instinctively looked down and saw Lancelot leap up from below, landing steadily on the chariot, and giving him a smile.

The "Knight of the Lake" had somehow escaped from the chaotic battlefield and, relying on his superb martial arts skills, swiftly made his way to him.

Lancelot placed one hand on the chariot, and the blood-red patterns immediately began to corrode the chariot offered as a sacrifice to Zeus, turning the purple lightning on the wheels red, and the Thunder Bull began to roar uneasily.

The knight will not die with his bare hands!
Such an amazing performance made the Conqueror King exclaim that it was incredible, and his brain almost went blank.

While the world of mental images is indeed wondrous, depicting so many characters makes it difficult to perfectly recreate them; compared to the original, they are inevitably somewhat diminished.
However, Klancelot displayed even greater strength than he had shown at the port...

The Conqueror King immediately realized what was happening, his face darkened, and he swung his Cyprus sword at Lancelot, but it was easily blocked by "Lake of No Regrets," who countered with a fierce sword strike.

Even with just one hand, Lancelot, whose martial arts are superior to Saber's, is more than capable of dealing with the Conqueror King, who possesses incredible command power but is not strong himself and is not good at close combat.

"Caster, you cheated!"

Why drag Lancelot into the world of mental images too!
Luke, who was leisurely watching the show from the air, glanced at the Conqueror and lazily shrugged.

“Lancelot is Saber’s knight, so of course he can come in. If your subordinates are summoned during this Holy Grail War, I’ll bring them in too.”

Sorry, Rider.

Soldiers who, deception also!
As the consort of the King of Britain, it's already fair enough that he didn't personally participate. To demand that he be completely impartial and unbiased is perhaps a bit excessive.

The Conqueror King cursed inwardly, gritting his teeth as he struggled to withstand Lancelot's attacks.

However, the speed and trajectory of the Kamui Wheel, which was gradually losing control, became chaotic, and it was hit by the high-level Noble Phantasms that kept falling within a few breaths.

In the final moments before his fall, the Conqueror King made a last effort to escape the dazzling rain of Noble Phantasms and the light bursting from the Holy Lance, and jumped off the Divine Wheel in a disheveled state.

boom!
The chariot crashed to the ground, and the knight who had been entangled with the Conqueror King landed steadily with the agility of a hawk. He gave the Conqueror King an apologetic look and raised his holy sword, which shimmered like the light of a lake.

"I apologize, but for the sake of my king's victory, I will defeat you here."

The Conqueror King took a few breaths, then suddenly looked up and uttered a cold question. His imposing manner was not diminished in the slightest, and his copper-bell-like eyes were still full of power when he glared at him.

"Lancelot, you who once betrayed King Arthur, in what capacity are you now helping her?"

“I have indeed committed a heinous crime, and I am grateful to my king for forgiving and accepting me twice without holding a grudge. Perhaps I can no longer call myself a knight of King Arthur, but for my king…”

Lancelot looked up at Luke high in the sky, "...Eliminating enemies with the Master who gave me a new life is still my duty."

The Conqueror King remained silent for a few seconds, then raised the Cypriot Sword high. Before him materialized a legendary steed named "Busifalas," its voice booming with heroic valor:
"It is too early to celebrate victory now."

"Knight of King Arthur, I am Iskandar, son of Zeus, Alexander the Great, tyrant of plunder and destruction, king who gallops across the battlefield, conqueror who roams all of Europe!"

"If you are not afraid of my mighty reputation, then come on!"

He mounted his steed, spurred it on with his legs, let out the loudest battle roar, and launched a charge with wild laughter.

The divine blood within his body began to boil, magic surged wildly in his spiritual foundation, and lightning erupted during the charge, transforming into leaping arcs of light that wrapped around the man and his horse.

Thanks to Waver's use of the three Command Seals at the King's Banquet, although physical enhancement is not the same as mental enhancement, the presence of the implication that he had been enhanced by the Command Seals made his belief exceptionally firm, allowing him to use his Noble Phantasm even without the Kamui Wheel.

"Dark clouds! Thunder and lightning! Father! Bear witness!"

"Distant ravage and domination!"

Faced with the Conqueror King's fierce charge, Lancelot said nothing, but silently raised the "Lake of No Regrets" in his hand.

The raging magic coalesced and rapidly converged on the sword, unleashing a light deeper than lake water and more magnificent than moonlight, calm yet deadly.

As the Conqueror King charged forward, his lightning emanating from him almost touching him, he suddenly swung his holy sword.

"All bonds severed, the lake's radiance surpasses all!!!"

The light of the holy sword collided with the lightning, and after a brief stalemate, a destructive shockwave erupted, sending a massive mushroom cloud into the air. The earth shattered inch by inch, and even the soldiers still fighting in the bloody storm in the distance were affected.

When the dust settled, standing in the deep pit was the Lake Knight, his body charred black, his imposing presence diminished but still standing strong.

The Conqueror King has withdrawn from the mental world. With his departure, the densely packed troops on the battlefield suddenly lost their leader and began a one-sided rout.

With one of the three gone, Uruk is now the only real opponent.

Although outnumbered by the British soldiers, these warriors of the Age of Gods displayed a tenacity that even Lancelot had to admire; each one was as steadfast as a rock and exceptionally brave in battle.

In particular, the green-clad figure at the head of the group single-handedly held back the entire Knights of the Round Table, stabilizing the front line.

Although the existence depicted in the mental world should be weakened, the hero named "Enkidu" is a perfect replica of the original, as if the oldest king devoted most of his energy to depicting this close friend who stood shoulder to shoulder with him in legend.

It seems there's no way to intervene there. We can only hope to gain an advantage on the battlefield first before going to provide support... No, it's probably still difficult to intervene.

Lancelot glanced at the battlefield ravaged by the storm and gold, sighed, and charged into the fray, rejoining the Knights of the Round Table to join the other knights in attacking the "Chains of Heaven."

…………

Light is converging.

A monstrous storm surged between heaven and earth, transforming into a tornado that connected the heavens and the earth. Countless magical artifacts shot out from the fully open Gates of Babylon, but they were all deflected by the power of the storm.

Artoria launched a counterattack, the heavy holy spear moving with incredible agility in her hands, creating streaks of light in the air with each swing, dazzling yet carrying immense power.

However, the self-contained protective Noble Phantasm in the void was activated. The Noble Phantasm, whose true name was unknown, blocked most of the meteors of the Holy Lance with lightning, frost and fire. The remaining remnants were directly deflected by the golden armor.

Gilgamesh's expression remained unchanged. With a wave of his hand, golden ripples spread out, and one after another, even more advanced Noble Phantasms emerged.

These newly appeared Noble Phantasms ignored the obstruction of the gale and shot straight toward the Knight King, each with the attribute of either hitting or being unaffected by the storm.

Not only that, but two treasures, each tens of meters long and exuding a terrifying aura, descended from the sky with the power to cleave mountains and seas and burn everything in their path. Their immense mass alone was enough to inspire fear.

The twin blades wielded by Zababa, the god of war in Mesopotamian mythology, are the green horizon (Ig-Alima) that cuts through a thousand mountains and the dawn horizon (Sul-sagana) that burns and drives away ten thousand seas. They are truly divine treasures.

Artoria pursed her lips, the Red Dragon Heart within her pounded wildly, channeling magic power to every part of her body. The raging winds that surrounded the battlefield subsided, coiling around the spear at the end, and finally erupting in an instant.

Boom! ! !
The powerful storm, mixed with magical energy, pierced through all the magical artifacts in its path, even knocking away two divine artifacts, causing the God of War's twin blades to dissipate into golden specks of light.

"More troublesome than I imagined, Saber. I suppose you deserve my respect for now."

Before Artoria could even catch her breath, Gilgamesh's voice rang out again, and a new Noble Phantasm emerged from the golden ripples.

It was like solidified lightning, its black and red hues containing astonishing power, known as "Indra's Thunder," a divine artifact wielded by Indra, the Thunder God in Hindu mythology. Also appearing was the jet-black demonic sword "Grammar," the original dragon-slaying sword wielded by the great Norse hero Siegfried, a deadly threat to dragon-type enemies.

When he was in a serious state, the King of Heroes displayed strength worthy of surpassing Hercules the Wooden Dummy, truly becoming the most popular benchmark of combat power and the Golden Target.

Without any random interference, he is indeed the pinnacle of a normal spirit origin.

A variety of powerful Noble Phantasms are constantly emerging. No matter the form, they can use Noble Phantasms that can change the course of the battle. No matter what kind of enemy they are, they can analyze their weaknesses and use targeted Noble Phantasms.

Continuing like this will not be good for her.

Having reached her conclusion, Artoria decisively raised the Holy Lance high, concentrating all her magical power in one place—she was always this decisive.

"Holy Spear, pull out the anchor!"

Light emerged from the void, endless and boundless, coiling around the Holy Spear, illuminating the Storm Anchor that bound the stars, and lighting up the entire battlefield.

This time, the Holy Judgment was not as powerful as the last one, which was truly capable of destroying the world.

When the battlefield is primarily in Luke's mental world, Artoria cannot directly release the thirteen restraints at her own will as she did last time; instead, she must follow certain conditions.

The King of Heroes is clearly not someone who can be completely freed from restraints.

Even so, the spear that sings praises to the stars is still incredibly terrifying.

A gigantic gun barrel, emanating from divine light, appeared in the sky, its terrifying oppressive force even freezing the chaotic battlefield.

"...Indeed, this is a treasure that would surprise even me. Do you intend to decide the outcome with a single blow?"

Even Gilgamesh had to take notice of the Holy Lance's power. As the opponent unleashed their Noble Phantasm, Gilgamesh narrowed his eyes, opened a special door, and took out a golden key.

Just as the Hero King was about to draw the sword from the deepest part of the treasury, he suddenly sensed something, abruptly looked up, and gazed at the figure in the sky that resembled a judge.

The man watched the liberated Holy Lance with great interest, his face expressionless, as if he were simply enjoying a good fireworks show.

"……snort!"

Gilgamesh narrowed his eyes and put the key back.

While the Holy Lance is powerful, the time required to unleash it is also a problem.

Golden ripples covered the entire sky, countless defensive artifacts were piled up in front of the Holy Lance, another huge door was opened, the Gates of Babylon were fully open, and countless powerful artifacts poured out.

"Sure hit", "curse", "poison", "penetrate", "annihilation"... A massive number of Noble Phantasms with different attributes are transformed into a "Noble Phantasm Dragon" whose entire body is composed of Noble Phantasms and whose momentum is overwhelming under the penetration of "Chains of Heaven".

The lightning of the divinely created treasure "Indra" transformed into boundless purple lightning, which, together with the dragon-slaying holy sword "Gram," formed the head of the "treasure dragon," roaring as it charged toward Artoria, who was unleashing her holy lance!

Gilgamesh calculated the time in his mind, certain that his attack would pierce through the enemy first, stopping the release of the Holy Lance.

Time seemed to slow down immensely in his eyes. Countless rays of light piled up, and the dragon of treasures composed of the original texts of human wisdom slowly approached King Arthur, the radiance of the Holy Lance gradually coalescing...

Just then, Gilgamesh's eyes suddenly narrowed for a moment, as if he had seen a certain future, and his body suddenly stiffened.

"Beyond the sky, rushing to the earth, it is the wedge of light that should be at the end of the world!"

As expected, the dragon-shaped Noble Phantasm struck King Arthur first, but an unexpected event occurred.

An inconspicuous passport composed of clear light appeared around Artoria, enveloping her body.

Despite being a seemingly fragile shield of light, it rendered all the Noble Phantasms ineffective.

No matter the rank of the Noble Phantasm, the astonishing feats it accomplished, or the powerful effects it possessed, everything became ineffective beneath that barrier!
A distant ideal land.

The scabbard of the Excalibur sword is isolated here, in the fairy land that can never be reached. Once activated, it is the strongest defense that even the Five Great Laws cannot interfere with!
King Arthur, unharmed, advanced to the final stage.

"Shining in the Gun of the End!"

The Holy Lance, now unleashed, descended from the sky like a divine judgment, piercing through all defensive artifacts in its path and engulfing the Hero King in his obscure gaze.

The outcome is decided!

…………

In the real world, eyes that were tightly closed simultaneously open.

Having been eliminated early, Rider waited for a while, then curiously observed the expressions of the others and quickly guessed the winner.

"That's really unexpected, or... rather, it's quite reasonable?"

Rider drank the wine in his glass with gusto, then winked and smiled at Gilgamesh.

"I didn't expect you to lose, Archer. We all underestimated Saber. Although she looks delicate, her inner strength is truly unexpected."

"You and Archer are the same. I was too hasty in assuming you were just tyrants who only knew how to indulge in pleasure."

Saber answered calmly, nodding slightly to Gilgamesh and the Conqueror King to show his approval.

"I still don't agree with your ideas, but I can understand them a little bit now."

"Hmph... at the end of my ideals, I guess I've seen something interesting."

Gilgamesh snorted coldly, offering no further comment.

"Ah, it seems that fighting is indeed the best way to empathize with people. I even think you guys are going to become friends."

Luke smiled and shook his head, then took out the Holy Grail and casually tossed it to Saber.

"Here you are, Saber, this is the trophy that was promised to the winner."

Saber paused for a moment, looking at the Holy Grail in her hand without much excitement, simply pursing her lips:
"When did you get the Holy Grail? Why didn't you tell me beforehand and discuss it with me?"

“There are some things that would make you feel bad if I told you, but they won’t affect the outcome anyway, so I simply didn’t tell you. You should believe that I won’t harm you, Your Majesty.”

Luke answered gently, his brown pupils appearing cold and dark against the moonlight.

He swept his gaze across the faces of the group one by one, but the smile on his lips gradually faded, and his voice became increasingly erratic.

"Now that the discussion on the Way of the King has reached an answer, shouldn't this banquet come to an end?"

As the final note faded, an unnamed chill swept indiscriminately over everyone present.

(End of this chapter)