Chapter 133: Aerial and Land Combat

Chapter 133: Aerial and Land Combat

King of Heroes, King of Conquest, King of Knights, whose ride is the most badass?

Undoubtedly, it is the King of Heroes. Shining brightly and distinct from any modern aircraft, the majestic spaceship soars through the sky, exuding an unparalleled level of coolness.

In second place is the awe-inspiring Gordius Wheel of the King of Conquest.

To be fair, while classical chariots and modern sports cars may be favored by some, this chariot can fly and emits electric lights and thunder while speeding through the air. With added special effects, it easily surpasses the sports cars.

The following scene unfolds naturally, with the flamboyant "Vimana" and the grandiose "Gordius Wheel" acknowledging each other's presence.

"King of Conquest!"

"King of Heroes!"

The two kings confront each other across space.

Archer's pride remains unchanged: "How is your condition tonight? Are you prepared to be defeated by me?"

Rider's aura surpasses his past self: "You are the one who should be prepared to be plundered by me. Tonight, I have transcended perfection and become more powerful than ever before."

Rider's current strength stems from Waver's three command spells.

When using command spells to enforce mandatory orders, the more abstract the content, the lower the effectiveness. In this regard, Waver's commands lack specificity, resulting in the wasteful consumption of command spells. However, on the other hand, when absolute commands are not used to distort the will of the Servant but rather to act based on mutual agreement, command spells not only possess coercive capabilities but also become auxiliary means to enhance the Servant's abilities.

Although Waver's method of usage does indeed have limited effects, the content aligns with the intentions of the Servant, and with three consecutive command spells, they do impact Rider. As long as Rider acts in pursuit of "victory," he will receive an abundant supply of magical energy.

In short, the current Rider is in an unprecedented "excellent state," an outcome that neither Waver nor Rider himself expected.

Archer's gaze is sharp as a knife as he scans Rider from top to bottom.

"The aura you emit is indeed stronger than usual. Very well, only in this state are you worthy of making me serious. Let's start with the chariot you take so much pride in!"

"Alright then, let's warm up with an aerial battle," Rider responds. In an instant, the immense magical energy contained within the chariot is released, producing thunder and lightning ten times more powerful than before.

Simultaneously, Archer unveils his "Gate of Babylon," with ripples one after another enveloping Vimana, revealing various Noble Phantasms within.

Accompanied by the bellow of a divine bull, Rider launches the first attack. Thunderbolts as thick as water barrels descend from the sky, directly striking Archer's golden spaceship. The King of Conquest, Iskandar, has spent his entire life invading and conquering, and the first strike represents the embodiment of his conquest.

Archer coldly snorts and remains motionless on his throne. When the thunderbolt approaches Vimana, just ten meters away, another thunder and lightning strike occurs.

This lightning is different from the lightning summoned by Rider. The latter lies between blue and white, while the former is a dazzling golden lightning.

Blue and white, intertwined with gold, countless small bolts of lightning dart across the sky. The two colliding lightning bolts neutralize each other, dissipating into a fine web of electricity that fades away.

Archer and Tohsaka Tokiomi on Vimana remain unharmed.

"Thunder and lightning are not your privilege, Rider."

Archer raises his head, looking down upon Rider. The deployed "Gate of Babylon" unleashes six consecutive Noble Phantasms, spears and swords gleaming like shooting stars with radiant tails, confronting Rider.

Rider pulls the reins with force, the divine bull strides forward, and the Divine Wheel of the King of Conquest swiftly transitions from a standstill to high speed, instantly accelerating to a level comparable to professional racing. With the increased relative velocity gained from the sudden acceleration, the chariot finds a hair-thin gap amidst the barrage of projectile Noble Phantasms and maneuvers through.

However, Archer's Noble Phantasms do not give up the pursuit just because one attempt misses. Three of the six Noble Phantasms, the battle-axe, the scythe, and the curved blade, suddenly change direction and continue to closely trail behind the Divine Wheel of the King of Conquest.

Just before they are about to hit their target, the Divine Wheel of the King of Conquest suddenly brakes, as if the inertia from the high speed doesn't exist at all, causing all the pursuing Noble Phantasms to futilely disappear into thin air.

Just as Rider successfully evades all the attacks, the two divine bulls once again transition from a standstill to rapid acceleration, dragging two thunderbolts as they dash toward Vimana.

"Playing these little tricks to the fullest!"

Archer smirks slightly and reaches out to touch the steering wheel of Vimana. The golden ship immediately increases its speed in one breath, displaying a graceful flight that surpasses the aerial maneuverability of fighter jets, effortlessly evading the charge of the divine bulls. The flight speed of this celestial Noble Phantasm, praised in epic poems, is as fast as thought itself, completely defying the laws of physics.

The divine bulls roar to the sky once again, and the thunderous path beneath their feet twists in mid-air, continuing the pursuit of Vimana, which had managed to dodge them momentarily.

However, Archer only responds to the second threat with light laughter. Once again, he deploys his "Gate of Babylon" and retrieves two shields, throwing them into the air to block the thunderbolts.

"How amusing... It's been a while since I've played such an exhilarating game. The last time was probably when I competed in flight speed with 'him.'"

The crimson eyes of the King of Heroes gradually fill with a fanatical hue. Vimana ascends rapidly, with Rider's Divine Wheel closely following behind. The two sides rush to the top of the night sky, unleashing an even more intense deathmatch in the extremely high altitude.

One side is the Divine Wheel pulled by the divine bulls, symbolizing the incarnation of Zeus. The other side is the glorious ship from myth and legend.

One side calls upon the lightning authority wielded by the gods, while the other unleashes an endless rain of Noble Phantasms.

This is a confrontation rooted in myth and legend, a competition that surpasses human imagination.

The Hero King of Babylon hailed in the oldest epics.

Having trampled across the continents of Asia, Europe, and Africa, he established an unprecedented empire as the King of Conquest.

"Hmm, and then?" Archer responded.

"Would you like to become an ally of mine? As long as the two of us form an alliance, we can surely conquer the ends of the stars."

The King of Heroes burst into laughter as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"You are quite an amusing fellow. Only someone who isn't a clown could say such foolish things and make me laugh so heartily. It's been a while since I felt this way."

Although Archer laughed, the chilling aura emanating from him showed no sign of diminishing. For this Golden King, the desire to kill was almost synonymous with pleasure.

"However, unfortunately, I don't need a second friend. From the past to the future, I have only one friend—and the world doesn't need two kings either."

Upon hearing this resolute reply, the King of Conquest did not show a disappointed expression. He simply nodded silently.

"So, it's the solitary path of kingship. Let me challenge your unwavering ideals with respect, then."

"Very well. Show your true self, King of Conquest. You are a thief who deserves my judgment."

The two kings finished the last drop of the exquisite wine, discarded their empty cups, and without looking back, turned and returned to their original positions.

Waver nervously witnessed the final toast between the two, sighing as he welcomed the return of the kings.

"You two get along quite well, don't you?"

"Somewhat, but we are about to face each other in battle. He may be the last person I will ever have an eye-to-eye confrontation with in my life. How can I not treat him with respect?"

"Don't say such silly things."

Waver replied in a low voice, contradicting Iskandar's half-joking remark.

"There's no way you could be killed. I don't agree with that. Have you forgotten my incantation?"

"You're right, that's true."

Rider revealed a determined smile and drew his sword from his waist.

"Gather, my comrades! Tonight, our heroic figures will leave behind the strongest legend!"

In response to the king's call, the raging sandstorm echoed and howled.

Gathered from the other side of time and space, the longing of the spirits who once shared the same dream with the king took shape beneath the sword of Sepulcher.

United as one, everyone looked towards the hazy horizon, blurred by the heat, as if trying to see through the vast and boundless blue sky.

The hearts of the heroes, yearning for the battlefield, transcended time and eroded reality, transforming the silent mountain foothills into a hot sand plain ravaged by fierce winds.

One after another, noble spirits rushed to the prepared stage of the decisive battle.

"Ah, ah..."

For Waver, this was the third time he witnessed the might of the Ionioi Hetairoi. Though no longer surprised, after understanding the profound meaning contained within the ultimate Noble Phantasm that embodied Iskandar's kingship, he couldn't help but feel a touch of reverence.

The resplendent elite cavalry—the bond between the King of Conquest and his vassals that transcended the boundaries of the mortal realm and the underworld.

This group of warriors, elevated to eternity, cared not where the battlefield manifested—as long as the King of Conquest raised the banner of dominion once again, his subjects would immediately rally to his side, no matter where they were.

That was the glory of being with the king.

That was the joy of fighting alongside a king, a thrill that made the blood race.

"The enemy is the invincible King of Heroes, and I have no complaints about facing such an opponent! Men! Let us show our dominance to the ancient heroes!"

"Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh!!"

In response to Iskandar's roar, the army let out a resounding cheer that shook the heavens.

Facing this vast and numerous army alone, Archer showed no trace of fear on his face. He stood calmly and proudly, like a majestic solitary peak. Only a demigod Heroic Spirit could possess such sublime and awe-inspiring power.

"Come at me, Lord of Conquest. Now you shall witness the true form of a king..."

With Waver by his side, the King of Conquest mounted his steed, Bucephalus, and led the army of Heroic Spirits in a wedge formation charging towards the Hero King.

Rider, taking the lead, let out a resounding howl, and the cavalry echoed his cry. Amidst the thunderous sound of their charge, Waver, with his still youthful voice, shouted as loudly as he could in unison—

"Charge!"

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