Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Meanwhile, just as Samael was dragging Ereshkigal and Rin Tohsaka along, trying to catch up with the car in front, the Conqueror King, still not satisfied, threw down his empty Gatling gun and urged his Master to drive after them.

"Want to run? It's not that easy!"

Feeling deeply humiliated by being repeatedly walked around in a beat-up pickup truck and beaten until she was covered in dust, Koyanskaya, inside the main battle tank, immediately revved the engine to maximum power, intending to charge forward and attack.

However, as the M1A1 charged straight ahead and adjusted its turret angle, the Conqueror, which had been facing away from the tank's gun barrel, slowly turned around, raised its hand, placed something it had prepared on its shoulder, and a sly smile appeared on its rugged face.

Koyanskaya, peering out the window at the military-green stripe, turned pale and cursed under her breath.

I'm fucking an RPG!

Whoosh!

Before the lamb Skaya, who was hurtling straight ahead, could react, the Conqueror King, who had calmly aimed at the target, pulled the trigger. A rocket, trailing a long fiery tail, roared toward the steel behemoth behind him.

Boom!

In an instant, the flying rocket struck the unavoidable M1A1, causing a violent explosion.

Gazing at the invincible steel behemoth engulfed in smoke and fire, the Conqueror King, outwardly rugged and honest but inwardly cunning, satisfied, tossed down the rocket launcher, called to his Master, and strode away.

Creaking...

Half a minute later, the main battle tank, its front end charred black, slowly drove out of the billowing smoke, accompanied by the scraping noise of its worn tracks.

The M1A1's thick frontal reactive armor successfully withstood this RPG.

Anastasia, the tank gunner, watched as the last target gradually disappeared from view and hurriedly gave a warning.

"Hey, Assassin, aren't we going to chase after them?"

They seem to have fallen far behind. Without a target and without the speed advantage, the M1A1 main battle tanks, despite their powerful firepower, are of no use in the competition.

"No rush, we can just wait patiently."

However, despite her initial defeat, Koyanskaya remained calm and showed no intention of chasing at full speed. Instead, she began to observe the nearby slope.

"What are we waiting for? If we wait any longer, we won't even be able to breathe in the exhaust fumes!"

Anastasia, seeing her servants so uncooperative, couldn't help but complain.

Koyanskaya slowly looked at her recently painted nails and spoke softly.

"Don't you know that Mount Yuanzang is actually not that big?"

"What do you mean?"

The princess was completely bewildered and had no idea what was going on.

"In other words, the track here is a bit short. To complete the entire race, they seem to need to go around the mountain road three times before a winner can be decided."

Koyanskaya flicked her nails, smiled, and spoke, her gaze lingering meaningfully into the distance.

"So, as long as we take care of them all before the third lap, no matter how slow we run, we will be the only winner."

Chapter 192 The Enemy of Myth! (4.1k)

At this moment, on the winding mountain road, the competition has already reached a fever pitch after only ten minutes of the start.

The most intense competition is undoubtedly for the top three spots.

Formula Asurada, with its highly intelligent AI assistance and full-map compatibility, coupled with superior performance, is arguably the most comprehensive.

The DMC-12 has a futuristic feel, equipped with a powerful rocket propulsion system, making it a formidable force on straight tracks.

The Fenrir Wolf heavy cruiser, equipped with Shinra Corporation's cutting-edge technology, excels in agility, making its weaving and drifting on corners impeccable.

Therefore, the three groups of contestants raced fiercely on the winding mountain roads, and if they were not careful, they would fall behind.

A winding S-shaped slope! A great opportunity!

Still holding a slight advantage and leading the pack, Irisviel looked at the winding, curving road ahead, her blood-red eyes suddenly gleaming, and she spoke solemnly.

"Asurada, now's the time to shake them off!"

"Understood. Turbocharger activated. Variable tail wing self-adjusting..."

As a pleasant electronic synthesized voice filled the car, the elegant and gentle Fuyuki, dressed in a white fur coat with silver hair cascading down his shoulders, suddenly transformed, becoming like a warrior stepping into battle. His ruby-like eyes burned with excitement, and his hands danced like butterflies on the instrument knobs and steering wheel, rapidly shifting gears with dazzling agility.

Moreover, when faced with a series of winding, steep slopes that are prone to rollovers, the speed of the high-intelligence Formula One cars increases instead of decreasing, and the Mustangs on the track, breaking through the heavy wind pressure, almost plowed through the layers of airflow with clear marks.

"boom!"

Just as the accelerating race car was about to crash into the guardrail near the cliff due to its inertia, a ball of eerie blue flame suddenly burst out from behind the high-intensity formula car.

In an instant, under the powerful counter-push, the race car, with its four wheels almost off the ground, actually grazed the edge of the guardrail and rushed back to the center of the track.

Inertial drift combined with turbo thrust? You can do that?

At this moment, the cat-themed audience at the starting point stared wide-eyed at the outrageous operation on the big screen that would make Newton turn in his grave, and the entire venue fell into dead silence.

"Alice, you're awesome!"

"Alice, you're awesome!"

"Alice. Saigo!"

In an instant, the cat fairies in the entire arena erupted in a thunderous cheer, giving a wild shout-out to the Winter Saintess they admired.

However, before Irisviel could continue showing off her skills on the next S-shaped winding slope, a huge engine roar suddenly came from behind.

Immediately afterwards, the classic silver-gray DMC-12, trailing a long plume of flame, flew over the head of the Formula E supercomputer.

Samael, who had finally made it to the slope, stared at the unidentified flying object that ignored the terrain and cut off the shortest straight line between two points, and his facial muscles twitched violently.

Damn, rocket boosters, anti-gravity system!

Fortunately, the DMC-12 landed again after navigating the complex S-shaped ramp, and its speed decreased significantly afterward. Clearly, these two powerful weapons were not used without limit.

However, before Samael could recover, the third team to take the stage, Lancer, also revealed their trump card.

The Fenrir Wolf, in its high-speed mode, drifted through the corner at an angle almost parallel to the ground.

Just as the heavy cruiser was about to skid close to the ground, Bazett, sitting in the back seat, suddenly threw a punch diagonally backward.

"boom!"

In an instant, a magic circle composed of dozens of dark red runes condensed outwards from Bazett's fist and suddenly burst forth with terrifying power.

Instantly, under the impact force comparable to the explosion of several tons of TNT, the Fenrir wolf, like a fire bull with its tail set on fire, charged forward with a sonic boom.

Holy crap, Rune Cannonball, manual acceleration?

Samael, who had observed the entire event from afar with his astonishing eyesight, was completely speechless, his face stiff with disbelief.

What's the point of playing this game?! Even if Takumi Fujiwara came in his Panda 86, he still couldn't outrun these gods.

That's practically a game-changer!

"Hey, Pretender, can't you be a little more useful?! Driving this slow? What's the point of driving all the way to Mount Enzo?!"

Seeing the gap widening, Rin Tohsaka, who was standing by the car window with a strong competitive spirit, couldn't help but complain.

"You criticize the cook after you've eaten your fill, and you're so self-righteous about getting a ride? If you're so capable, why don't you do it yourself!"

Frustrated by the fruitless battle, Samael rolled his eyes and retorted sarcastically.

"What's so great about your beat-up car? I'll get in!"

Rin Tohsaka gave a rare, defiant snort, then disdainfully released her claws from the car window. She reached into the magic circle in front of her and, after a moment, pulled out a small, palm-sized creature with blue-black stripes, resembling a piglet. Its beady black eyes looked innocently at its owner.

Upon seeing her beloved pet appear, the goddess grinned with a wicked and terrifying smile, then shouted without hesitation and swung her hand forward.

"Go, Unit Two!"

"Ow!"

Instantly, the tiny piglet flew through the air, baring its teeth and claws, and crashed into the road in front of it. Then, with a shrill scream, its palm-sized body instantly expanded to a hundred meters.

"Go! Go! Go! Gugalana!"

At this moment, Rin Tohsaka, who had somehow ridden a small motorcycle onto the back of a bull, kicked the abused behemoth beneath her feet and issued orders with great arrogance.

"Boom!"

With a sudden tremor, the azure-gold divine ox, moving several miles in a single step, carried by wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, marched forward.

Meanwhile, the unscrupulous owner on the cow's back sat leisurely on the parked motorcycle, enjoying the comfort of the automatic transmission.

So after all this, isn't this just hermit crab behavior? Where's your shame?

Samael looked up at the shameless goddess who was carrying the little motorcycle onto the back of the bull of heaven, Gugalan, and was speechless.

However, since the match was not stopped and the Holy Grail Spirit did not appear, it proves that the opponent did not commit a foul.

The ancient snake could only watch helplessly, silently condemning this immoral act of animal cruelty.

"Whoosh!"

However, before Samael could compose himself and drive downhill, a fierce gust of wind, carrying wild air currents and clanging sounds, swept past him, sending him swerving through the dust as he drove down the winding S-shaped slope.

Tokiomi Tohsaka, sitting in the passenger seat, struggled to look away from his straight hair through the car window. Coming to his senses, he looked at his servant with a hoarse voice.

"Um, if I'm not mistaken, what just happened was..."

"Pica..."

Samael watched as the skilled continuous inertial drift maneuvered through the S-shaped, winding road, his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably.

His prestigious Panda 86 was overtaken by an African pickup truck.

Is there no justice left? Is there no basic law left?

Although Iskandar's riding level seems to be A+, isn't that a bit too outrageous?

The ancient serpent, having suffered a series of blows, was extremely depressed. Its eyes kept glancing around, as if searching for some opportunity to win.

Seeing this, Tokiomi Tohsaka couldn't help but feel puzzled.

"Pretender, what are you looking for?"

"I think we should buy a block of tofu on the way and leave it in the car."

Samael turned to look at the empty back of the car and spoke softly.

"That way, we might be able to win..."

"..."

Tokiomi Tohsaka looked around at the winding mountain road, which was in the middle of nowhere, and was speechless for a moment.

Fine, I'm lying down, you guys do whatever you want.

With no other choice, Samael rolled his eyes and decided to drive safely and obediently, treating this race as one in which he was just a participant.

The battle on the track intensified.

However, no one noticed that gray fog had begun to spread through the mountains, and even the entire Yuanzang Mountain began to tremble slightly.

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On the winding mountain road, the DMC-12, which had briefly taken the lead, intended to use its rocket boosters to further widen the gap on the straightaways where it excelled.

However, the once clearly visible road ahead was now shrouded in mist and became hazy and indistinct.

Even more strangely, this fog seems to have the effect of shielding perception, making everything around us unpredictable. Even King Solomon's all-seeing eye could not see the truth through it.

Has the race track rule changed?

King Solomon was filled with confusion, so he accelerated and drove for more than ten minutes, but the intersection remained a complete mystery with no clear signs. Under the shroud of gray fog, even the sounds of birds and insects seemed to be blocked out.

They seemed to have fallen into another world, an invisible cage.

There's something wrong with this fog!

hum!

In an instant, the misty sky was suddenly illuminated by tear-shaped specks of starlight.

boom!

The next moment, a beam of colorful light descended from the sky and struck the speeding DMC-12 directly, causing a violent roar.

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At this point, due to the pervasive gray fog, the highly intelligent equation had to slow down.