Type-Moon, I'm a magician, is that true?

"I see. You're also afraid of that unbreakable fortress."

Kenneth nodded in understanding. This made sense. It was just a spontaneous strangulation of the strong by the weak.

The strong devour the weak, and the weak form groups to resist the strong. This is the law of nature.

"Well, Master, who refuses to show himself, I believe you can understand the situation. It is in the best interest of all of us to get Caster out right now."

The bird familiar turned its head mechanically, as if responding to this: "Of course, you can trust me completely, Lord El-Melloi."

Kenneth scoffed at this statement.

"Hmph, that's enough. Let your Servant take action now. If you delay any longer, Lancer won't be able to hold on, and it won't be good for you then."

"Of course she's here."

The bird's movements ended there, and its body suddenly caught fire and fell to the ground, which Kenneth was extremely disgusted with.

"Are you afraid that I'll reversely invade the connection channel with your familiar? You're such a coward."

However, his contempt ended there, because the next moment, a sharp and clear female voice overwhelmed everything around.

She ran from afar, the brilliant holy sword in her hand gathered supreme power, and it was the only light in the night.

"EX——"

As if it were a repeat of the second night's battle, Saber once again swung the supreme holy sword at Gilgamesh.

“——calibur!!”

With his back straight and his steps turning, his hands controlled the trajectory of the holy sword, and a stream of light formed by an immense magical power was joyfully shot out.

Like a bullet fired from a gun, an extremely dense energy block was ejected from the tip of the sword, leaving a long golden trail behind it.

This wasn't about turning light into a sword blade to strike, but rather, it was similar to the principle of a gunpowder gun, condensing light and then releasing it as a solid.

Because of this, compared to the ranged damage of the Blade of Light, it focuses more on breakthroughs and destruction. Because of this unparalleled destructive power, it is classified as an anti-city treasure, with a level as high as A++.

The eye-catching shock made Rider open his mouth wide and shout with envy. Isn’t this the powerful firepower he wanted most?

"It would be great if Saber could join my army, but unfortunately, our ways of kingship are so incompatible."

Iskandar sighed with regret.

The golden torrent rushed straight towards Gilgamesh's tower. The barrier in front, which was strong enough to block several huge thunders, only blocked it for a second before it broke. The remaining torrent of light slammed into the ancient building of the Age of Gods.

The force and momentum are so great that it reminds people of the spectacular scene of the strait hitting the breakwater.

At the moment of collision, the dazzling white light took away the vision of everyone around, and the dissipated aftermath rushed straight into the sky, turning the night into daylight.

The scene was no different from an artificial second sun.

Tonight will also be a night when the church vomits blood.

Unparalleled light and heat eroded and destroyed the divine tower. Gilgamesh activated EA at the fastest speed, barely offsetting some of the power of the Sword of Promised Victory.

But even with such repairs, more than half of the tower was destroyed without a trace, leaving only a pitiful C-shaped incomplete building still standing there.

"Damn it! Another bastard? If it weren't for my clairvoyance, I could only see darkness..."

Turning his head to look at Altria panting in the distance, Gilgamesh had a cold face.

"You bastards, don't think that just this will destroy my position. My divine tower is a treasure worthy of being placed in the treasury. Even if only half of it is left, it can still be used!"

This was not a lie. Everyone watched as the half-collapsed building continued to draw magic power from the spiritual vein.

Although its power was not as great as before, this position still managed to condense a magic cannon of extremely high quality, which was fired towards the King of Conquerors and King Arthur, whose magic power was almost exhausted.

"What!?"

Altria dodged hurriedly. She had no extra magic power to resist as she had only relied on herself to release the Noble Phantasm.

The same thing happened to the Heavenly King of Conquerors, with Kenneth now drained from his previous actions and all he could do was dodge.

"That thing is so strong! What kind of advanced technology does the Age of Gods have?"

Hiding behind Iskandar to avoid the bombardment, Waver couldn't help but complain.

Even the three heroic spirits can't suppress Gilgamesh. Is this strength really not cheating?

But the turning point soon came.

When the situation was at a stalemate, a vicissitudes of life voice joined the battlefield, and flames ignited on the earth.

"As expected of the original king of men, I deeply admire your generosity. In that case, please forgive me for coming uninvited. This feast is something any hero would not want to miss."

The lion-like figure held a cheap iron sword that cost fifty yuan at a toy store and pointed it at the last remaining part of the divine tower.

"EXcalibur——!!!!!!"

The familiar real name resounded, and a much smaller golden torrent surged once again tonight.

Chapter 149: Symphony of Noble Phantasms (5k)

Compared to the torrent of light released by Altria, the attack of the Lionheart King was much less powerful.

Even though their true names are the same, their range and power are inferior, only about one-third of theirs, making them approximately A-rank Noble Phantasms.

The eyes of all the heroic spirits shifted curiously between Saber and Berserker, and Saber herself seemed to be hesitant to speak.

There are cases where the True Names of Noble Phantasms are similar.

For example, the Noble Phantasms of Gilgamesh and Enkidu are both pronounced "Enuma Elish," a paraphrase of the first verse of the creation poem, which originally means "the height of the sky."

However, the two are very different in essence and in the form they manifest, and are completely incomparable to the current situation.

"Well."

Feeling Altria's questioning gaze, Richard the Lionheart pondered for a moment and felt a little embarrassed.

If he were still young, he would surely be showing off to King Arthur in ecstasy, but now he no longer allows his desire to control him.

In layman's terms, it has become much more sophisticated and more human.

"King Arthur, don't ask anymore." He shook his head at Altria, with no expression on his lion face.

"It was all just the recklessness of youth. The absurd things I did in the past were passed down to future generations, and after I became a Heroic Spirit, I was given this Noble Phantasm."

"Yeah, I understand."

Artoria responded and retracted her inquisitive gaze.

She tacitly did not ask what ridiculous things Richard had done to become so famous that he could possess this Noble Phantasm.

Her intuition told her that this answer might shatter the rational and majestic image that the Lionheart King currently presented.

"..." The two heroes looked at each other and nodded in unison, putting the issue behind them.

They turned their attention back to the battlefield, where the originally huge divine tower had collapsed, leaving only ruins on the ground, and it had completely lost its function.

Richard's Noble Phantasm support just now was just right. He deliberately took advantage of the moment after the conflict between Saber and Caster and launched a quick surprise attack.

The power is not top-notch, but it is just enough.

The divine tower was already on the verge of collapse because of King Arthur's treasure, and Berserker's light cannon can be said to be the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The position, which was the caster's greatest advantage, was destroyed due to the tacit joint efforts of several heroes.

But even with such great progress, no one present looked happy.

"The King of Heroes isn't a weakling who sits back helplessly when his position is destroyed. Even though his overall combat power has been reduced, it doesn't mean we've become stronger."

Berserker said this with a serious expression, and Artoria agreed with what he said.

The full force of her release of the Noble Phantasm just now was not without cost. For at least one or two hours, Saber would not be able to release [Excalibur] again.

"Hey, King Arthur and King Lionheart, are you also coming to join the battle? It seems that we have the same thoughts."

A familiar and heroic voice came from above their heads, and accompanied by the sound of horses' hooves, the Conqueror's chariot also ran down from the sky and came to the side of the two of them.

Beside him, Weber greeted the two Heroic Spirits, while Kenneth closed his eyes and gasped in pain. He was trying his best to transform the Great Source and his own life force into magic power.

The King of Conquerors' all-out effort had depleted his magic power, and with a tough battle still to come, he had no choice but to use all his magic circuits to the fullest.

This process made him feel like a knife was being thrust into his throat every time he breathed in air or swallowed his saliva. The intense pain and convulsions made him abandon his noble demeanor and he didn't even have the energy to say hello.

"You look very embarrassed, Lancer Master." Berserker took a step forward and said calmly, "But my impression of you has changed a little. At least your decisiveness is not bad."

"Huha...Huha...berserker, why are you here?"

After taking a few deep breaths, Kenneth forced his eyes open. He immediately looked in the direction of Gilgamesh and saw that the sacred tower had collapsed. He then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Of course I'm here to support you, Lancer's Master."

A single stone caused a thousand ripples, and Berserker's words made Rider and Saber look at him meaningfully.

Kenneth's first reaction to this was absurdity.

"How is that possible? You and I have never crossed paths before, never even spoken to each other. If you want to deceive me, you should find a plausible excuse. You might as well say you are here to besiege the strongest Heroic Spirit in this Holy Grail War."

As a noble, Kenneth was used to being courted, but who was King Lionheart? He wasn't narcissistic enough to be that way.

The strangeness of this statement made Waver, who was standing by, couldn't help but mutter, "If someone shows kindness without any reason, he is either a traitor or a thief."

"Hahahaha, what do you mean, Lionheart? Even my little master doesn't agree with your reason, but I don't believe a king would lie. If you have any hidden secrets, just tell me directly~"

Iskandar chimed in from the side, patting his thigh and looking at Berserker, seemingly trying to help him out, but actually putting pressure on him secretly.

But King Richard the Lionheart remained unmoved. He did not feel guilty at all because he had not lied at all.

"I am indeed here to help Lancer's Master. This is my Master's request, nothing more."

"Your Master... the Matou family?"

Kenneth gritted his teeth in frustration, his expression becoming even worse.

If it weren't for the false news spread by the three great families, he would not have come here excitedly to participate in the Holy Grail War as a "competition". Now, the Matou family is at the top of his list of enemies.

"I refuse. No matter what the Matou family wants to do, I, Kenneth, will not agree to it."

"Really? I don't mind, but don't let your emotions lead you to miss out on this opportunity."

Berserker pointed with his remaining hand toward the ruins, where the faint sound of explosions could be heard. Apparently, Lancer had seized the opportunity presented by the destruction of the ziggurat to engage Gilgamesh once again.

But everyone knows that there is a huge gap in combat power between the two sides, and the time for rest that Diarmuid strives for will not be long.

"My Master is in poor health, and the mana he supplies is insufficient. I have no need to fight for the Holy Grail. Tonight's war has nothing to do with us, but he still wants me to help him even at the cost of a Command Seal. You should be able to sense his sincerity."

"..."

"And I don't need anything in return for today's help, Kenneth. Just consider it as the first step for my Master to establish a good relationship with you, or to put it bluntly - please him."

Berserker's words are very straightforward, but precisely because of their straightforwardness they are more touching.

After quickly assessing the situation on the scene, Kenneth finally decided to accept the help from Matou's side. No matter what, Caste must leave tonight.

Gilgamesh's strength is terrifying. If everyone gathered here tonight by coincidence cannot defeat him, then they might as well surrender.

"Okay, tell me the conditions of the Matou family and I will consider it."

Kenneth swallowed his resentment and accepted the berserker's support, which was equivalent to a deal.

"I've already said there are no conditions. This is the Master's way of trying to please you. After all, if you're not willing to do something, he won't be at ease."

"...It's baffling, but let it be. With the honor of the nobility on the line, I've already made my promise and won't break it."

After hearing this, Berserker nodded with satisfaction. He lifted up the cloak that was always burning with the fire of purgatory and drew out the greatsword made of flames.

A raging fire was burning between his grinning lips and teeth.

"Very well, then there is no need to say anything further. Richard the Lionheart will depart at once."

Placing the greatsword on his shoulder, the human-shaped lion arched his back and lowered his body, like a hunting lion. Flames surged and spread on his body, transforming into three huge red lotus lions following behind him.

The scorching air baked the earth, and the surrounding weeds spontaneously combusted without fire. The King of Conquerors quickly launched his chariot into the sky. In a few seconds, Weber and Kenneth were as red as cooked prawns.

The Lionheart King, who manifested as a Berserker, had only two Noble Phantasms. One was the [Sword of Eternal and Distant Victory], and the other was this—

"King Conqueror, King Arthur, both of you are elders worthy of my admiration. Let us rush forward into this ever-changing battlefield together!"

"Noble Phantasm activated—[Roar, Lion, chant the blazing inferno]!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the berserker started running. His footprints formed a road of fire. From the sky, a long line of fire appeared as straight as a piece of cloth.

Behind him, a group of lions transformed from flames followed his footsteps. Although they were only human, they exuded the momentum of a heavy armored vehicle charging.

"So fast!"