Type-Moon: Shinji Matou Also Wants to Be the Protagonist

Gilgamesh, having lost his support, instantly fell into freefall.

At the same time, he grabbed a weapon fired from the Gate of Babylon, changed its trajectory, and flew sideways.

They narrowly escaped by just missing the chariot.

"You bastard, you're asking for it!"

Gilgamesh was enraged by being forced to perform acrobatic stunts that resembled those in a circus.

Gilgamesh summoned Vimana again to stop his descent, and glared angrily at the suddenly appearing Iskandar.

The golden ripples behind them doubled in the blink of an eye, and the overwhelming Noble Phantasms enveloped both Servants.

"Come on up!"

The failed sneak attack left Iskandar quite disappointed.

Although he did not achieve his strategic goals, he accomplished his tactical objectives very smoothly.

The chariot that passed Gilgamesh showed no sign of slowing down, and performed a 90-degree tactical maneuver close to the ground.

When passing through Lancelot, he grabbed him and put him in the car.

"Hold on tight, Sir Lancelot!"

Iskandar laughed wildly, and the divine wheels beneath his feet once again burst forth with astonishing speed, propelling the chariot straight into the sky.

After being dragged into the vehicle, Lancelot didn't care about anything else and reached out to grab the edge of the chariot tightly.

His scarlet eyes remained undiminished in their killing intent, fixed intently on Gilgamesh in the air.

Gilgamesh stood atop Vimana, coldly watching the chariots below streak across the sky like two shooting stars.

The ripples of the Gate of Babylon behind him expanded once more, and even more numerous and powerful Noble Phantasms were poised to be unleashed.

"You ignorant bastards, since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish!"

Before the words were even finished, countless magical artifacts rained down like a storm. Swords, spears, bows, lances, axes, shields... all sorts of divine weapons of various shapes and sizes, accompanied by sharp whistles that tore through the air, covered the entire space around Iskandar's chariot.

The golden torrent seemed poised to dye the entire sky gold, its power terrifying.

"Hahaha! Well done!"

Iskandar showed no fear, but rather became even more excited. He pulled hard on the reins, and the wheels of the Divine Might roared deafeningly, with faint sparks of electricity appearing around the vehicle.

The chariot skillfully weaves and dodges through the dense barrage of Noble Phantasm bullets, like a small boat in a raging storm. It seems extremely dangerous, but it always manages to avoid fatal attacks by the slightest margin.

"Lancelot! Use your Noble Phantasm!"

Iskandar roared.

Upon hearing this, a red light flashed in Lancelot's eyes.

Dark magic flowed from his hand and instantly spread throughout the entire body of the Divine Wheel.

The ominous crimson patterns made the entire chariot look as if it had come from hell.

It was the effect of Lancelot's Noble Phantasm, "Knights Do Not Die Barehanded."

Besides stealing the enemy's weapons and being able to upgrade ordinary weapons into Noble Phantasms.

The skill "Knights Never Die Unarmed" can also be used as an enhancement skill.

The effect was immediate; the already lightning-fast Shenwei wheels suddenly increased their speed by a significant margin.

"A trivial skill!"

Gilgamesh snorted coldly, and the flying boat Vimana beneath his feet emitted a low hum.

The wings on both sides unfolded like peacocks spreading their tails, and then shot out two long rainbows, allowing Vimana to accelerate to a level that could barely keep up with the wheels of the divine power. At the same time, Gilgamesh, sitting on the throne of Vimana, took on the responsibility of the firepower system.

A barrage of Noble Phantasms transformed into a barrage of projectiles, covering the Divine Wheel in front.

However, in terms of speed and maneuverability, the Shenwei Wheel is still superior.

"Now!"

With Iskandar, the veteran pilot, constantly changing direction tactically, he not only dodged the barrage of attacks, but also seized an opportunity to launch a counterattack against Gilgamesh.

The chariot suddenly accelerated and hurtled toward Gilgamesh's Vimana like an arrow released from a bow.

He intended to use the chariot's impact to deliver a fatal blow to Gilgamesh at close range.

Gilgamesh clearly saw through his intentions, and a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes.

"You think you can shake my throne with such clumsy tricks? It's like an ant trying to shake a tree!"

Before he finished speaking, the golden ripples behind Gilgamesh suddenly surged.

Dozens of menacing spears and halberds were the first to be fired.

Instead of directly attacking the tank, they precisely targeted spatial nodes in the tank's path, forming a dense thicket of metal thorns in an attempt to block Iskandar's impact path.

At the same time, the crystal core at the front of Vimana suddenly lit up, and a beam of light containing destructive energy was condensing.

The magical fluctuations in the air were so intense that they almost distorted space itself.

Faced with Gilgamesh's strong counterattack, Iskandar could only regretfully give up this opportunity.

He maneuvered the chariot to suddenly rise in altitude, circling around Gilgamesh's Vimana.

"Use this, it works great!"

As Iskandar drove his chariot, he noticed that Lancelot seemed rather agitated.

It was probably the suppression that came from being completely overwhelmed and having no presence since the start of the battle.

Iskandar laughed and then reached out and ripped off a tarpaulin from the back of the Divine Wheel carriage.

He pointed to what was exposed and spoke to Lancelot.

Where did you get these things?

Lancelot's eyes, hidden beneath his helmet, lit up.

It was a pile of weapons, complete with rifles and cannons, and the bright orange bullets were piled up into a small mountain.

He reached out and grabbed a heavy machine gun, stroking its cold, hard surface, and exclaimed in admiration.

"The leftovers prepared by Saber's Master are all here."

Chapter 88: 'Three Heroes Battle Lü Bu'

Kiritsugu Emiya made many preparations for this Holy Grail War, and weaponry was one of them.

The previous big battle with Kenneth had taken a toll on him.

But that was far from the limit of Kiritsugu's preparations. This time, in order to rescue his wife, he revealed all his secrets.

With a suitable weapon, Lancelot immediately began to fight back.

He lifted two heavy machine guns, one in each hand, and enhanced them to the level of Noble Phantasms with dark magic.

He didn't even spare the bullets on the ground, giving them individual enhancements.

Da da da da......

Crimson flames shot out from the muzzles of the two heavy machine guns.

The dense barrage of bullets traced countless streaks of light across the night sky.

Like two angry fire serpents, with a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air, they poured down on Vimana, who was suspended in the air.

Each bullet was imbued with Lancelot's raging magic.

Not only is it incredibly fast, but it also possesses destructive power sufficient to threaten Servants.

These magically enhanced bullets struck the magical barrier on Vimana's surface, sending up bursts of dense golden sparks.

Although he couldn't break through that solid defense for the time being, Gilgamesh's brows furrowed tightly.

He never expected that this mad dog-like guy could unleash such power with ordinary weapons.

Although it couldn't cause him any real harm, this buzzing harassment, like that of flies, made him extremely annoyed.

"Hmph, what a pointless struggle!"

Gilgamesh snorted and maneuvered Vimana nimbly in the air.

At the same time, the Gate of Babylon was unleashed again, and more Noble Phantasms rained down on the Divine Wheel like hailstones.

Iskandar, meanwhile, was fully focused on driving his tank, maneuvering through a hail of bullets.

Sometimes she would perform a thrilling side somersault to dodge an oncoming sword, and other times she would suddenly accelerate to shake off pursuing magical artifacts.

Lancelot, on the other hand, was like a tireless war machine.

He gripped the heavy machine gun tightly with both hands; the barrel was red-hot from continuous high-speed firing, radiating a scorching heat.

But he didn't care at all, his scarlet eyes fixed on Vimana, his firepower showing no sign of weakening.

In an instant, golden torrents of magical artifacts and crimson bullets clashed and intertwined in the night sky, with explosions rising and falling, illuminating the area as if it were daytime.

Under normal circumstances, such dramatic celestial changes would certainly attract the attention of many ordinary people and cause quite a stir.

And it adds more work for the magicians who are responsible for protecting the mysterious.

But now the entire city of Fuyuki is in a state of panic in the face of the sudden earthquake.

All their energy was focused on how to escape or save people.

They have no extra energy left to pay attention to things that have nothing to do with them.

Unless the celestial phenomena threaten their lives, they can only become background figures in the disaster.

"EX—caliber!"

Just as the two sides were locked in fierce combat, an angry voice came from below.

Immediately afterwards, a torrent of light shot into the sky and struck Gilgamesh in mid-air in the blink of an eye.

"boom--!"

A series of deafening roars echoed through the sky, and the automatic defense spell of the Gate of Babylon was activated immediately, with one ornately designed shield after another appearing in the path of the torrent of light.

But none of the shields lasted long against Artoria's furious attack.

So much so that the sound of the shield breaking even sounded a bit like firecrackers.

The violent energy shockwave spread outwards, shattering the surrounding clouds.

Gilgamesh's expression changed drastically; he clearly hadn't expected Artoria to launch such a terrifying attack at this moment.

The timing, the angle, and the silent infiltration before launching the attack.

Is this still the same noble and somewhat rigid knight king?

If it weren't for the exaggerated lighting effects during the attack, Gilgamesh would have thought he had been assassinated by Assassin.

Vimana's energy shield also shattered amidst the violent tremors of the machine.

The fuselage was covered with cracks, clearly indicating that it had suffered severe damage and was even having difficulty maintaining its levitation.

He suddenly spat out a mouthful of golden blood, and his body swayed violently in Vimana's driver's seat.

His eyes were filled with incredulous rage and a hint of offended humiliation.

“Saber!!!”

He roared, his voice distorted with rage.

Golden pupils were fixed on the petite figure below, wielding a holy sword and exuding a chilling aura.

This blow not only injured him, but more importantly, it was a blatant provocation against his supreme dignity!

"Well done, King Knight!"

Iskandar stood atop the wheel of divine might and laughed loudly, his scarlet cloak fluttering in the night wind.

"I've won this round, Archer!"

He slammed his hand on the chariot's armrest, and the divine wheels roared deafeningly as they accelerated once more toward the teetering Vimana.

Lancelot, however, spoke through his actions, as the heavy machine gun once again spewed forth its deadly flames.

This time, he specifically targeted Vimana's power core, and the scarlet bullet pursued it like a persistent leech.

Each shot was imbued with a violent aura of tearing magic.