The Wails of a Defeated Dog

Berserker's group had gone completely off the rails, but the Holy Grail War would not stop for that. There was no use dwelling on it.

Seeing the arsenal around Lancelot, Rider silently shook his head. The enemy held the advantage in ranged firepower, so he could not give him room to use it. He took control of the Divine Chariot and charged first.

Pitch-black magical energy gathered in his hand. Lancelot barely paused to aim before pulling the trigger at the Divine Chariot. A rocket trailing a red tail shot from the barrel, followed immediately by three more missiles. As long as his magical energy did not run dry, the RPG effectively had unlimited ammunition.

Having descended as Rider, the King of Conquerors was the most skilled among the seven Servants at aerial maneuvers. He expertly piloted the Divine Chariot, dodging the incoming missiles.

Rider had great confidence in his own strength. Other than the glittering Archer and the utterly unfair Duke, he feared no opponent. The fact that he had brought Waver along onto the battlefield was the best proof of his confidence that he could keep Waver safe.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh—

The four missiles changed direction, climbing vertically through the air and completing a one-hundred-eighty-degree roll before homing in on the Divine Chariot once more.

Waver cried out from the chariot, "Rider, think of something! We can't dodge them forever!"

Rider frowned. Ever since descending into the human world, he had enjoyed military television programs and knew the power of such shells. If they were hit, the consequences would be no laughing matter.

The Divine Chariot accelerated as Rider attempted to close in on Lancelot, only for another six missiles to streak into view. Caught between ten missiles from the front and rear, Rider's interest rose instead. With