If this continued, he would lose.
Without the Holy Grail, there was absolutely no way for him to let the Doctor return to Chaldea at any time. If the way back to Chaldea was not spectacular enough, the Doctor's concealment would be meaningless. When the enemy appeared, he would have no way to deal with them swiftly. He had to disrupt his opponents!
"Even if there are three of you, three teams surrounding us, so what? We have four teams here. Lancer is out, but even so, there's still Berserker and Gudako. Do you really think you can win like this? You don't have a fourth person!" Shirou roared as the engine howled, playing music.
"Not necessarily, Saber."
Iskandar smiled and cracked his whip. "Look, that truck has already overtaken us!"
The enormous truck roared past Shirou on his left, moving countless times faster than Gudako's car.
"Saber, did you think we wouldn't have considered this? Our plan has no blind spots—we're closing in from every direction. And we have an Assassin who can drive a truck. We've already won!"
Shirou caught sight of the driver in the truck. Sure enough, it was Assassin, Sasaki Kojirou. But how was he here? Wasn't he supposed to be at Yamato? Impossible!
At that moment, the rear half of the massive truck finally revealed its true form.
After the cargo panels on all sides came off, what the truck was carrying was none other than Yamato...
Shirou covered his mouth, nearly spitting.
Why were Assassins these days all so outstanding? No, this Assassin was outstanding to an absurd degree. He had to recommend him to his teacher. Assassins who could drive trucks were rare, and Sasaki Kojirou was one of them. Shirou believed that he was definitely a qualified Assassin.
Sasaki Kojirou had