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

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The Yellow Rose, destined to perish, shares the same painful point as the Red Rose.

The ability of Eternal Wounds can only take effect after penetrating the enemy's defenses.

Gilgamesh didn't give them that chance at all.

Artoria's mistake, though regrettable, created an opportunity for Lancelot.

Unfortunately, Lancelot only managed to thrust out one spear before being forced back by the crimson whirlwind of magic.

"My king, what has happened?"

After being forced to retreat, Lancelot then asked Artoria.

Distracted during battle—this is unlike the King Arthur he knows.

"Something happened to Kiritsugu."

Artoria said with a grim expression, "Just now, the Master's mana supply suddenly decreased significantly."

Furthermore, through the contract, Artoria sensed that Kiritsugu Emiya's condition had deteriorated significantly.

Although he's not dead yet, he feels close to it.

"Hmph, hahaha..."

Gilgamesh's maniacal laughter emanated from the magical storm.

The laughter was arrogant and manic, seemingly containing a world-destroying power that made the entire enigmatic barrier tremble.

"Well done, Qi Li."

Gilgamesh's tone was full of smugness; he had previously received a message from Kirei Kotomine using a Command Spell.

Saber's Master is seriously injured and on the run, so there must be a problem with the mana supply.

Gilgamesh astutely seized this fleeting opportunity.

Although he paid a heavy price, he now held the key to victory in the Holy Grail War in his hands.

Unexpectedly, the key to victory in this battle came from outside the battlefield.

Gilgamesh held a strangely shaped sword made up of three cylinders rotating at different speeds and in different directions. The scarlet patterns on the sword spewed out magic power that could tear through space.

As the sword was activated, the entire world began to shake violently.

The once bright sky was instantly swallowed up by thick, dark clouds, as if the whole world had been pulled into eternal night.

Thick, giant python-like bolts of purple lightning darted through and collided in the clouds, producing deafening roars.

"EA, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting!"

Gilgamesh tilted his head and spoke to the Noble Phantasm in his hand.

The strange sword seemed to possess a will, responding fiercely.

The magical storm grew increasingly violent, its crimson light almost tearing space apart.

Countless golden ripples surged wildly at the eye of the storm, more dense and dazzling than ever before.

"You bastards, you have successfully angered me!"

Gilgamesh's voice was like thunder, filled with supreme majesty and fury.

"Since you so desire destruction, then I, the King, will grant your wish! Feel the power of the creation of the world!"

As he finished speaking, the center of the storm suddenly contracted inward, then unleashed an indescribable, terrifying pressure.

"Enuma Elish!"

This is not a mere declaration, but a true name liberation mantra containing the authority of creation.

The moment the last syllable fell, Gilgamesh's Star of Divergence suddenly burst forth with an extremely brilliant light. The three rotating cylinders spun wildly at an illogical speed, rubbing and colliding with each other, and finally merging into a chaotic energy torrent that connected heaven and earth.

Chapter 92: Roundtable Resolution

Confront Gilgamesh's Noble Phantasm Unleashed.

The first to react were not any of the three Servants, but the environment in which they were situated.

The solid spatial structure of the inherent barrier began to show fine cracks, like fragile glass.

The thick, dark clouds in the sky were instantly torn apart, revealing a bottomless void.

Purple lightning flashed wildly in the void, yet it didn't even qualify to approach the torrent of energy.

The earth trembled violently, and countless huge ravines spread out like a spider web.

The sand dunes beneath our feet suddenly broke off, and the once solid ground began to collapse.

The entire world came to an end with this one blow.

Artoria, Lancelot, and Iskandar's expressions changed drastically at the same time.

They could clearly feel the terrifying power contained within that energy, a power capable of reducing all things in the world to nothingness.

"It must be stopped!"

Artoria's voice was unusually solemn, even trembling slightly.

She knew that once the torrent fell, the entire enchanted barrier would be completely erased.

The real world outside the barrier will also suffer immeasurable disaster.

Without the slightest hesitation, she suddenly raised the invisible sword in her hand.

Although Kiritsugu Emiya is not in good condition, Artoria herself possesses the Dragon's Heart, so her mana reserves are still quite sufficient for the time being.

A surge of magical power welled up from within him without reservation.

Golden light particles swirled and converged around her, forming a dazzling halo.

"Excalibur!"

As she unleashed the true name of her holy sword with fervor, a dazzling pillar of light, embodying her lifelong beliefs and power, shot into the sky.

With the sacred power to purify all evil in the world, it bravely faced the crimson torrent that symbolized chaos and destruction.

Almost at the same time that Artoria unleashed her Noble Phantasm, Lancelot also moved.

He abandoned all defenses and pushed his magic to its limit.

The thick black mist that had been swirling around the jet-black knight's sword finally dissipated, revealing its true form.

That was because the brilliance of the holy sword in the lake, [the Undamaged Lake Light], was obscured by his endless regret and madness.

It is also Lancelot's most important Noble Phantasm.

Its effect is simple and direct: it raises all of Lancelot's Servant ability parameters by one level.

His class, Berserker, already possesses the highest stats among the seven Servants.

After unleashing the [Undamaged Lake], Lancelot's abilities were further enhanced to a terrifying level, reaching Strength A+, Endurance A+, and Speed A++.

The reason why the Noble Phantasm was not unleashed before was because powerful Noble Phantasms also carry corresponding risks.

After the destruction of the Lake of Light is released, his other Noble Phantasms will be sealed.

When facing Gilgamesh's Gate of Babylon, the "Knight Does Not Die Unarmed" skill is still more effective.

Secondly, the mana consumption is simply too high.

Previously, Matou Kariya had only maintained the liberation of the "Indestructible Lake Light" for a short time before he was almost drained dry.

His current master is still a child. Although the amount of magic power seems to be extraordinary, and he had been told before that he could squander it as he pleased, Lancelot still subconsciously restrained himself.

But now it's a critical moment where we have to fight tooth and nail, and we can't hold back the means we need to use.

Instead of confronting it head-on, Lancelot charged forward like an arrow released from a bow, almost suicidal, relentlessly advancing along the edge of the crimson torrent, his target Gilgamesh, the source of the magical flow.

What he needs to do is not to defeat, but to delay.

Even if it's just for a moment, we must create an opportunity for Artoria's holy sword to hit its mark.

"Roar—Breaks Severed, Crossing the Lake's Radiance!"

This is the overload mode of [Undamaged Lake Light], which can unleash magic to deal damage to groups or single targets.

A furious roar erupted from his throat, and the black sword light, like the scythe of death, slashed at Gilgamesh's temporary opening caused by the release of EA.

Iskandar did not back down either.

A resolute glint flashed in the eyes of the Conqueror King. The magic furnace of the [Snail Annihilation City Text] was pushed to its limit, and a massive amount of magic power was injected into the Reality Barrier, crushing towards Gilgamesh with the mass of the entire world.

Three distinct yet equally resolute forces collided violently with Gilgamesh's [Star of Divergence] within this impending destruction of the inherent barrier.

There was no earth-shattering roar, only a strange distortion of energy.

Artoria's holy sword light, like golden flames thrown into an inkwell, stubbornly resisted the erosion of the crimson torrent.

Lancelot's black sword light was torn apart the instant it touched the edge of the torrent.

But his charge did slightly disrupt the energy trajectory;

The Heroic Legion of Iskandar, upon contact with the torrent, disintegrated into specks of light as if melting away ice and snow.

It vanished completely without even causing a ripple.

"You overconfident bastards!"

Gilgamesh laughed wildly, the power of the EA in his hand undiminished.

The crimson torrent, as if it possessed a life of its own, gradually suppressed Artoria's holy sword light.

Artoria's face was as pale as paper, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, clearly indicating that she had reached her limit.

She could feel the light of the holy sword being gradually swallowed up, and her magic power was being rapidly depleted.

The reason she was able to win last time was that she withstood Ea's attack with the absolute defense of the scabbard, and then struck Gilgamesh with Excalibur.

But this time, there was no scabbard to protect her from the damage.

Just when despair was at its peak, a bold voice suddenly rang out:

"Saber, catch!"

It was Iskandar! The conqueror arrived near Artoria the instant his legion was annihilated, and threw a book made of human skin that exuded an evil aura into Artoria's hands.

The moment Artoria sensed the magic power of the grimoire, she recognized it as the magic of the mysterious Caster.

But in that critical moment, Artoria didn't have time to think and grabbed the flying grimoire.

Then, a surge of magical power flowed into her body, causing Artoria's dim golden radiance to instantly surge.

The inherent barrier, deprived of the magical power supply from the Luoyan City teachings, shattered instantly.

In the afterglow of the world's destruction, the group reappeared in the real world.

A crimson torrent of chaotic energy, pitch-black sword light, and golden radiance reappeared in the skies above Fuyuki City.

The pitch-black night sky was illuminated once again.

The violent energy fluctuations simultaneously caused changes in the real world, and the dissipated energy aftershocks left even more scars on cities already ravaged by the earthquake.

The terrified screams of the crowd below reached her ears, bringing a sense of relief to Artoria.

"Thirteen Restraints Liberated—Roundtable Resolution Begins!"

An even more dazzling radiance emanated from Artoria.

At the same time, voices emanated from the radiance:

"This is a battle against an enemy far stronger than yourself—Bedewell, admit it!"

"This is not a war against the elves—Lancelot, acknowledge it!"

"This is a war against evil—Mordred, admit it!"

"This is an inhumane war—Gahris, acknowledge it!"

"This is a fight for survival—Kay, admit it!"

"This is a war between good and evil—Gareth, admit it!"

"This is a battle fought alongside heroes—Tristan, acknowledge it!"

"Excalibur!"