The enormous Mountain-Slaying Sword suddenly appeared in the sky. Shirou gripped it tightly.
—Projection Load!
At that instant, he even gained a portion of the sword's original owner's strength. Though it was only a drop in the bucket, against the massive Mountain-Slaying Sword, that arm strength was enough to alter its direction slightly and keep both him and the vehicle from being crushed beneath the giant blade.
As long as he wasn't hit, victory would be his!
This move was invincible!
The ground was instantly swallowed by darkness. Even the spectators, who had been ready to cheer for the four contestants, fell silent.
The contestants, each displaying their own abilities, hurriedly shifted their vehicles aside. Otherwise, they would be crushed into meat paste. Yet it was no use.
The enormous blade came crashing down like a collapsing skyscraper. No—the spectacle of a falling skyscraper was utterly incomparable to the sight of the Mountain-Slaying Sword slamming down.
The finish line that heralded victory was cleaved clean through by the massive blade, and the tremendous wind pressure sent the other contestants flying.
The ox cart was even smashed to pieces, while some of the other vehicles were on the verge of overturning.
"What? There was something like this?" Lord El-Melloi II said unwillingly, stretching out his hand. The Holy Grail was clearly only one centimeter away from him, so why did it seem so impossibly distant?
Holy Grail, I curse you!
Why?!
His eyes filled with tears. The victory he had thought he would finally obtain—had it really been cut off just like that? El-Melloi, all those debts, ah—
A deafening roar exploded beside his ears. Heaven and earth seemed to collapse, the sun and moon lost their light, and in that instant, the Mountain-Slaying Sword truly seemed like a sword meant