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

The single eye beneath the helmet gleamed with a bloodthirsty light; clearly, this experienced knight had also sensed the approaching victory.

"You bastard, die!!"

As Gilgamesh roared in fury, Iskandar, who was charging toward Vimana, was suddenly plunged into darkness.

Looking up, Iskandar was terrified and quickly pulled on the reins, swerving the chariot sharply.

A sword as large as a mountain peak descended from the sky, its seemingly slow but actually fast trajectory bringing with it a violent gale.

At the same time, another enormous sword, seemingly forged in flames, slashed down at Artoria.

【Opening up a verdant horizon across thousands of mountains】

【The dawn horizon that burns and sweeps across the vast seas】

This pair of weapons is also known as the Mountain-Slaying Sword and the Sea-Slaying Sword.

It is the exclusive weapon of Zababa, the god of war in Mesopotamian mythology. The weapon contains the concepts of 'horizon' and 'horizon', symbolizing the great feat of creating the world.

Legend has it that the Mountain-Slaying Sword can cut through thousands of mountains, while the Sea-Slaying Sword can burn and uproot countless seas; both possess destructive power capable of destroying the heavens and the earth.

Even among the many treasures in the Royal Treasury, this pair of weapons is considered a rare gem.

However, because of their enormous size, they are difficult to handle with precision.

Furthermore, they require a vast amount of magical power to sustain them, so Gilgamesh rarely uses them.

But at this moment, he didn't hesitate to take it out and throw it at people, which shows that Gilgamesh was indeed furious.

Although Gilgamesh did not unleash the true names of his two Noble Phantasms, the sheer size and mass of his body in free fall already gave him a destructive power that surpassed that of many Servants' Noble Phantasm releases.

The mountain-splitting sword descended from top to bottom, but Iskandar, with his superb chariot skills, narrowly avoided the blade.

But the giant sword continued to fall downwards without pausing at all.

Iskandar's expression changed, because below the blade of the Mountain-Slaying Sword, there were still innocent people staring blankly upwards.

On the other side, Artoria, facing the sea-slaying sword falling down on her head, could only grit her teeth and activate her Noble Phantasm once again.

Because behind her was the New Metropolitan Hall, where Irisviel and that damned ritual were still.

However, the clash between the Excalibur and the Seabreaker will inevitably generate huge aftershocks, and the innocent civilians nearby may not be able to withstand this attack.

"【Aionion Hetairoi】"

At the critical moment, Iskandar activated his Noble Phantasm, and a blinding light flashed by.

The two giant swords in the sky and all the strange phenomena vanished without a trace, as if everything that had happened before was an illusion.

Chapter 89: 'Lu Bu Battles Three Heroes'

To the average person, it seemed like an illusion.

From the perspective of the Servants, however, they appeared in a new place.

An endless golden plain, with a deep blue sky and vast expanse of yellow sand.

In the distance, the outline of a continuous mountain range was faintly visible; the air distorted slightly under the scorching heat.

Iskandar, Lancelot, and the Divine Wheel were currently in this strange space.

Gilgamesh and his damaged Vimana, and the two enormous swords that cleave mountains and seas;

Artoria, who was preparing to activate her Noble Phantasm, was also forcibly pulled into this area.

"Boom!"

The Mountain-Slaying Sword crashed to the ground, leaving a narrow rift in the desert.

On the other hand, Artoria had already witnessed the power of the King's army once before, during the King's Banquet.

Having also learned about the characteristics of Reality Marbles, Artoria's initial hesitation vanished instantly upon realizing she had entered one, and she swung her holy sword without hesitation.

The golden radiance clashed with the sea-boiling fire of the Sea-Slaying Sword.

"Boom!"

With another loud bang, the fiery blade of the Sea-Slaying Sword dissipated, turning into a sea of ​​fire that spread in all directions.

Although the high-temperature flames were still quite lethal, they were much easier to deal with than the complete Sea-Slaying Sword.

"A Reality Marble?"

Gilgamesh hovered in mid-air, his brow furrowed, surveying the unfamiliar surroundings.

Gilgamesh was unable to witness Iskandar's army at the previous King's Banquet due to Lancelot's disruption.

This time, I've made up for it for him.

"Hahaha! Welcome to my Realm of Power—'King's Army'!"

Iskandar stood atop the wheel of divine might, raised his longsword high, and let out a deafening laugh.

His voice echoed across the vast plains, filled with unparalleled confidence and pride.

"Here, no innocent will be harmed, Gilgamesh! We can fight to our hearts' content until a victor is decided!"

As he spoke, the thunderous sound of horses' hooves and deafening battle cries began to echo from the horizon of the plain.

Countless dark figures emerged from the dust.

They were dressed in ancient armor, wielding various weapons, and holding high their flags, gathering towards the center like a tide.

It was a vast legion composed of countless heroic warriors, each soldier exuding the aura of battle-hardened warriors. Their eyes were firm and fervent, filled with absolute loyalty to their king, Iskandar.

"These are..."

Lancelot gazed at the legion before him, seemingly resurrected from the annals of history, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. He could sense that these soldiers were not phantoms, but a multitude of heroic spirits possessing real power.

"That's right! These are my partners in conquering the world, my 'comrades-in-arms'!"

Iskandar proudly surveyed his army.

"Gilgamesh, your treasures, which you are so proud of, are indeed numerous, but how much of a chance do you have against my unparalleled army?"

Although he knew Gilgamesh possessed a Noble Phantasm with special anti-world capabilities, it didn't stop Iskandar from remaining confident.

After all, even if he lost, it was only because his Reality Marble lost to an Anti-Realm Noble Phantasm, not because his army lost to Gilgamesh's mud-throwing attacks.

Iskandar was confident that, without using his Noble Phantasm, it was still uncertain who would win between them.

Gilgamesh's face was so gloomy it was almost dripping with water.

"Trash! You think you can stand against me by summoning a bunch of worthless trash who have long since turned to dust?"

Gilgamesh roared, and a golden ripple appeared beside his hand, from which a sword hilt slowly materialized.

Knowing that Gilgamesh possessed a World-Shattering Noble Phantasm, Iskandar was mentally prepared.

Therefore, even with just the appearance of a sword hilt, he keenly sensed a slight disharmony emanating from the inherent barrier itself.

"Stop him!"

Iskandar roared. His javelin throwers immediately hurled their spears at Gilgamesh.

Lancelot, standing to the side, reacted even faster than Iskandar.

As allies, they naturally wouldn't deliberately conceal information about Gilgamesh.

They saw that Gilgamesh no longer fired his weapon directly, but instead prepared to hold it in his hand.

Lancelot knew that what he wanted to offer must be extremely valuable.

Even if it's not Ea, it's definitely an extremely powerful Noble Phantasm.

Therefore, Lancelot did not hesitate to strike first.

Previously, Gilgamesh was flying in the sky, making it difficult for him to take action. Now that Vimana is incapacitated and everyone is on the ground, it's time to enter Lancelot's comfort zone.

Lancelot's figure vanished from the spot like a ghost, and appeared in front of Gilgamesh the next second.

A short knife gleaming with a cold light had appeared in his hand without him noticing.

He had casually picked it up from the arsenal, but now he had imbued it with violent magic.

The air around the blade even showed subtle distortions.

"Hmph, you mad dog who doesn't know what's good for him!"

Gilgamesh's eyes sharpened, and with a wave of his other hand, several golden light blades shot out from the ripples.

These light blades were extremely fast and angled sharply, each containing powerful magic, aiming straight for Lancelot's vitals.

Lancelot, however, seemed to have anticipated this. His body made an illogical evasive maneuver in mid-air, twisting and spinning as if it had no bones, narrowly avoiding all the light blades.

At the same time, his short sword mercilessly stabbed towards Gilgamesh's hand that was gripping the hilt of the sword.

His goal was clear: to prevent Gilgamesh from pulling out the Noble Phantasm that could destroy the Realm Barrier.

With a crisp clang, the short sword was deflected by a layer of golden armor that suddenly appeared. Lancelot felt a tremendous force coming from the blade, which made his hands go numb.

A silver chain appeared in front of the dagger, causing Lancelot's swing to come to an abrupt halt.

"You think you can stop me with your paltry tricks?"

Gilgamesh sneered, flicked his wrist, and the ripples around the sword hilt suddenly expanded.

A terrifying pressure began to spread, and the entire space of the bounded field began to fluctuate unstablely.

The yellow sand on the ground churned violently, and the sky darkened.

Just then, a golden sword light shot out from the side, slashing at Gilgamesh's wrist from another angle.

Artoria came to help.

Although she didn't know any information about the World-Exclusive Noble Phantasms, she had personally experienced the power of the Ea.

Without a scabbard, she wasn't confident she could win another Noble Phantasm clash.

With Lancelot and Iskandar's actions, Artoria immediately joined the group and chose to limit Gilgamesh's performance.

The sword light was as fast as lightning, and in the blink of an eye, Gilgamesh was caught in a dilemma: whether to let go or lose his grip.

"hateful!"

With a curse, Gilgamesh had no choice but to let go.

He then used all his strength to open the King's Treasury, shooting out various magical artifacts to force the two who had surrounded him to retreat.

"Drink!"

Seeing this, Iskandar knew he could not delay any longer, so he raised his longsword and pointed it forward.

"Warriors, for conquest! Charge!"

"Oh oh oh—!" The massive legion roared deafeningly as it charged toward Gilgamesh like a flood bursting its banks.

Chapter 90: Kindred Spirits?

The Servants did their job well—to hold Gilgamesh back.

Meanwhile, Kiritsugu Emiya successfully integrated into the new metropolitan complex.

However, unlike Artoria who even has a path to guide her, Kiritsugu Emiya doesn't have such good treatment.

The road to where Irisviel was located was never intended to be open to him from the beginning.

He could only carefully avoid potential traps and surveillance, exploring little by little.

But actually he didn't need to be so careful, because Kirei Kotomine was eager to see him and would never set a trap.

So Kiritsugu Emiya fought wits and courage against thin air all the way, and finally appeared successfully in front of Kirei Kotomine.

"Emiya Kiritsugu".

Kirei Kotomine stood in the empty underground hall, the bright white lights illuminating every detail of the hall.

Kirei Kotomine wore a faint smile, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

He was dressed in a black priest's robe, his hands clasped in front of him, calmly watching the uninvited intruder.

"You arrived a little later than I expected."

Kiritsugu Emiya did not respond, but slowly moved his hand to the holster at his waist, his eyes sharp as an eagle.

Kirei Kotomine gave him a strange feeling, an indescribable sense of unease.

Despite being a priest, he exuded an aura completely unrelated to holiness.