Fate: Hero of Justice Takeover

The frenzied lightning illuminated Skatsuki's pupils, as well as the defiant grin on his face.

Having just met Rider in the afternoon, how could he not be prepared for his arrival?

The black blade lightly tapped against Excalibur, and Sakatsuki's body seemed to lose gravity, effortlessly floating into the air, transforming into a soaring bird, with a black bow in hand.

A spiral arrow was nocked, and after a brief moment of charging, it was released!

"Caladbolg Ⅱ!"

The spiral arrow turned into a streaking crimson light, and the moment it made contact with the lightning-bathed chariot, Sakatsuki clenched his fist tightly.

"Broken Phantasm!"

Boom!

The overwhelming flames devoured the divine lightning. Even the sacred beast, connected to Zeus, could not withstand the collapse of the Broken Phantasm, its charge was forcibly halted.

This was a technique that treated the concept of the sword itself as a disposable bomb, transforming the Noble Phantasm into an arrow shot from a bow, causing it to explode—using the Noble Phantasm as a one-time tool, its power was unimaginable.

"Indeed, on the battlefield, only a head-on clash brings true exhilaration!"

Amid Sakatsuki's laughter, the battered divine bull broke through the explosion's fog, it's lightning dimmed. Rider, sitting alone on the chariot, coughed loudly, looking utterly dishevelled.

"Pah! That was quite the punch! Although this kid's actions defile the Noble Phantasm, I also used a sneak attack to gain an advantage, so it's a fair trade..."

"Look behind you, Rider!"

Waver's telepathic voice echoed in Rider's mind. Iskandar was startled and turned to look. What met his eyes was not Sakatsuki, but Caster Miyu, who had transformed into a magical girl, holding a crimson magic spear.

This spear... is that Lancer's Noble Phantasm? No, wait!

Sensing the completely different magical and cursed aura emanating from the red spear, Iskandar's expression changed dramatically.

"Gordius Wheel!"

But it was already too late to escape, for the moment Miyu chanted the Noble Phantasm's true name, the curse embedded in the spear had already locked onto Iskandar's heart.

"Gáe Bolg—Barbed Spear That Pierces with Death!"

An icy red light shot out. In a hurry, Rider gritted his teeth and raised the Sword of Kupriotes, his divine energy surging, hoping to block this fatal strike.

"Uoooooh!"

The overwhelming force transmitted through the sword nearly twisted Rider's hand, but his slumbring divine blood activated in this critical moment. The divine power flowed like a hot stream through Iskandar's body, helping him tightly grip the sword hilt, preventing Gáe Bolg from breaking through this last line of defence.

After what felt like an eternity, Iskandar finally felt the spear's force weaken as if its momentum had been spent.

Is it over...?

"Idiot, what are you doing? That's a spear that reverses causality! The moment it's thrown, the result of 'piercing the opponent's heart' is already determined!"

His Master's panicked voice exploded in his mind.

In that instant, Iskandar realized something. With a twist of his wrist, the exceptionally sturdy Sword of Kupriotes blocked the position of his heart.

The next moment, the blood-red spear lightly stabbed toward his heart, but the sword, having arrived a step earlier, blocked it once more!

To an outsider, after Miyu threw Gáe Bolg, Rider's majestic body was lifted high by the spear's force, flung out of the chariot like a ragdoll, and slammed into the ground!

"That's the weapon of the Child of Light!"

Saber, without any means of flight, turned pale, her wary gaze immediately falling on the Caster, who looked like a little girl.

The true name release couldn't be wrong. That was undoubtedly the weapon of the half-god, half-human hero from Celtic mythology—Cú Chulainn!

The Noble Phantasm that could rival the Declaration of the Great God, Gáe Bolg!

But why would this weapon appear in the hands of such a young girl? Could it be that Cú Chulainn, like her, was a woman disguised as a man? No, impossible, his legend left no room for hidden gender.

Then, what exactly is going on?

While she was still puzzled, Sakatsuki showed no intention of resting. He stared at the spot where Iskandar had fallen, his iron bow drawn once more, a blood-red arrow resembling a caltrop nocked on the string.

"Luck A+ indeed can dodge Gáe Bolg, especially since Miyu can't unleash the Noble Phantasm's full power... Looks like I'll have to finish the job."

Releasing the bowstring, Beowulf's Noble Phantasm, 'Hrunting,' transformed into an arrow, pouncing toward the locked figure.

A golden light flashed, and amidst the ripples, the true magic sword "Hrunting" was projected, colliding with Sakatsuki's arrow, both exploding in mid-air.

"A pack of wild dogs dares to bark in this king's garden, truly disturbing the peace!"

Needless to say, the one who could phrase "I'm joining the fun" in such a refined manner was none other than that golden, shining Servant.

"Hero King, Gilgamesh!"

Saber stood ready, while Sakatsuki, unperturbed, put away his iron bow and even dispelled his spiritual attire.

"So, everyone's finally here? Hey—Rider, get up, stop pretending to be dead!"

"Shut up, it's your fault I'm in this state!"

Amidst the grumbling complaints, Rider, with a bloodied wound slightly above his heart that had already healed, emerged from the human-shaped crater, his Sword of Kupriotes sheathed.

"Hahahaha, to be pushed to this state by a mere chef, how amusing. Is this all the great Conqueror is capable of?"

Gilgamesh, with his arms crossed, openly mocked, though his fighting spirit had also dissipated.

"Can't be helped. My Master isn't as strong as Sakatsuki here. Fighting two against one is quite troublesome for me."

Rider shrugged, unbothered.

There was no doubt that during the sneak attack, he truly intended to kill Sakatsuki, and after the counterattack, Sakatsuki genuinely wanted Iskandar out of the game—but since both sides knew they were holding back, they simply put down their weapons and raised their glasses for tonight's banquet.

Such is the way of kings and heroes, to be gallant and not dwell on temporary victories, rather than lingering like resentful women, entangled in endless grudges.

Saber, watching the three men with their strange atmosphere, felt her ahoge almost twist into a question mark.

"Rider, Archer, you... aren't you here for the Church's bounty?"

She thought these people had come to kill Sakatsuki and Caster to claim the Command Spells!

"Such matters are trivial."

Facing Saber's confusion, the red-haired giant waved his hand impatiently.

"As kings, we have more important matters tonight. Since you're here, it saves me the trouble of finding you."

"Uh, what?"

"Let us cease our battles for tonight and raise our glasses together, King of Knights! I shall thoroughly question your 'royal demeanour' at this banquet!"

Meanwhile, Sakatsuki paid no attention to the three kings' discussion and instead approached Miyu.

"Where's Illya?"

"She's already waiting at the castle."

"Good. Kiritsugu is guarding Irisviel. This time, I'll definitely make him experience the 'thrill' of speeding again."

Sakatsuki chuckled, while in the distance, Kiritsugu, who had his sniper scope trained on him, suddenly felt a chill, a large "Danger" sign appearing above his head.

The next moment, he was swallowed by a diamond-shaped space.

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