A Hero Saves the Beauty

If we had Emiya Kiritsugu behind and then had Medea use Magecraft to teleport him there...

I doubt the situation would have been as passive as it is now.

Wang Xiaoming sighed softly, wondering how Sakura and Shirou were doing now...

But it's too late to think about anything now. Since the plan has already been finalized, the most important thing is to get out of the battlefield as soon as possible.

Taking a deep breath, Wang Xiaoming turned to look at Medea:

"Then let Saber have as much time as possible; the rest is up to you, Medea."

"Disengage from the battlefield...?"

Saber was somewhat dazed upon receiving Medea's telepathic message.

However, the ever-changing situation on the battlefield obviously did not allow Saber to think too much. With her powerful Instinct, she barely avoided a Noble Phantasm that had broken through her defenses and was coming straight at her.

"Saber, if you can't hold on any longer, just throw down your sword! As the King queen, you have absolutely no need for such a thing!"

Slightly disheveled, Saber looked up at the instigator opposite her. Gilgamesh's face was filled with bloodthirsty pleasure, as if he was enjoying Saber's angry resistance.

--Damn it!

Saber couldn't help but curse under her breath. Although she wished she could tear the golden-haired Heroic Spirit to pieces right now, the reality of the situation and the unknown fate of Irisviel and her two children forced Saber to suppress her inner anxiety and begin to think of a solution:

Given the current situation, my passive approach is clearly not advisable. If Archer notices Caster setting up the array, things will get really bad...

There's no other way!

The brain and body react together, the next second--

The sudden whirlwind cleared a large area around Saber, and also revealed the true form of the golden Holy Sword that had been encased in the barrier.

"Oh?"

Seeing Saber's action, Gilgamesh's eyes lit up with interest, and the "Gate of Babylon" behind him calmed down at his will.

"Have you finally realized the difference between us, Saber?"

"No, I'm just a little disappointed!"

Instead of her previous fury, a cold smile appeared on Saber's face:

"You think you can defeat me just by throwing weapons? If so, King of Heroes, you might as well just throw a handful of sand!"

Saber's "astonishing statement" caused a brief silence to fall over the entire battlefield. Even Wang Xiaoming and Medea, who were closely watching the battle, couldn't help but be surprised.

--Did Saber really say something like that?

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

The silence was broken by a burst of wild laughter. The golden-haired Heroic Spirit who was laughing was clutching his stomach and laughing incessantly, while Saber remained solemn with a cold expression.

"What? Saber, so this is what you're thinking? Submitting to the powerful? I, a king, can be so oblivious."

Gilgamesh reached out and wiped away the tears that streamed down his face from his maniacal laughter.

"Very well, as the King queen, I will naturally share my Gate of Babylon with you. Although the wedding has not yet taken place, it is not unreasonable for you to admire my the King precious treasures in advance!"

As he spoke, immense magical power emanated from behind the golden Heroic Spirit. From the rippling treasure vault, Gilgamesh drew a "strange sword."

Although from any perspective, this weapon should not be called a "sword," anyone who sees it for the first time will recognize it as such!

This is also Gilgamesh's strongest weapon, the sword of beginnings that witnessed the creation of the world.

--Ea!

"I didn't expect you'd have to appear twice tonight."

Gilgamesh looked at the slowly spinning Ea in his hand with a rather sentimental tone, then turned his gaze to Saber, speaking with a boastful air:

"Have you seen it? This is my the King precious treasure."

Sensing the powerful magic emanating from Ea in Gilgamesh's hand, Saber showed no negative emotions; on the contrary, a hint of triumphant joy even flickered deep in her pupils.

That's it!

No matter what method is used, as long as Gilgamesh's "Gate of Babylon" can be sealed, causing him to lose the initiative to attack, then one's goal will be achieved.

As for how to withstand Ea in Gilgamesh's hands, if one concentrates all the remaining power in their body, they might still be able to squeeze out the magic power to unleash the final attack, "Excalibur".

As for what happens next...

To put it sentimentally, but it perfectly captures the current atmosphere:

The rest is up to you!

With that thought, a determined look flashed in Saber's eyes. She channeled all her magical power into her wrists, which gripped the hilt of her sword, and raised the Golden Sword high.

The radiance gathered infinitely on the Holy Sword, converging into a dazzling beam of light, as if illuminating this Holy Sword was its supreme mission.

Bathed in this intense yet clear light, everyone was speechless.

The figure of a hero who once illuminated the darkness of a chaotic world, a darkness deeper than night.

They endured ten years without yielding, and fought twelve battles without being defeated. Their achievements are unparalleled, their glory incomparable; they transcend time and space and will live on forever.

This dazzling sword is the culmination of the lifelong pursuit and yearning of all warriors who have perished on the battlefield throughout history—a prayer for glory.

Taking pride in upholding this will, and taking righteousness in carrying out this belief, Saber now loudly proclaims the true name of the miracle in her hands:

" --Excalibur!"

Light is flowing! Light is roaring!

The magic, accelerated by the dragon's freed energy, transformed into a flash of light that swept towards the golden Heroic Spirit opposite!

Facing the roaring torrent of light hurtling towards him, Gilgamesh's expression remained unchanged. He raised Ea high above his head, and the Sword of Origin began to spin faster and faster with each rotation...

With the roar of the hurricane, Archer's sword hilt burst forth with surging magical power:

"--Enuma Elish (The Star of Creation, the Star of Heaven and Earth)!"

An immense bundle of magical power shook the laws of the universe, surging forth.

Two torrents of light clashed fiercely on the battlefield!

P. S.: More to come, please wait.

Chapter 115. Hero Saves the Beauty

--Radiance and radiance!

The power unleashed by the two "torrents of light" at the moment of their collision tore through the night sky of Fuyuki City, causing the entire ground to tremble incessantly!

If an ordinary person were present at this moment, they would surely be overwhelmed with fear and kneel down before this majestic divine power!

However, the two people who were fortunate enough to witness this scene were not ordinary people...

"Now!"

At the moment the two Heroic Spirit's Noble Phantasm clashed, Wang Xiaoming, who had been watching closely from afar, looked at Medea beside him.

Medea, understanding immediately, began to chant softly, the profound and obscure language emanating from her lips.

The next second, a massive array unfolded directly around Medea, with intricate array patterns constantly appearing in the open space.

This is a grand Magecraft created by Medea after she used the limited magical power in her body to its fullest extent.

Once the formation is completed, the three members of our team can immediately leave the battlefield. However, due to limitations in their own magic power and the terrain, the time required to complete this formation is approximately [time missing].

-- Five seconds.

Moreover, given the current situation, it would be more than enough for Saber to last another five seconds in this duel.

But...

The magical fluctuations from Medea's array spread directly to another battlefield.

Although she was instantly overwhelmed by the impact of the Noble Phantasm, she still attracted the attention of the golden-haired Heroic Spirit. Gilgamesh, who caught a glimpse of Medea's little action out of the corner of his eye, was furious.

Although he didn't know what Caster intended to do with the Magecraft at that moment, she definitely had only one goal:

"You bastard, how dare you interrupt the King marriage proposal ceremony!"

Unfortunately, Gilgamesh's rage couldn't harm Medea in the slightest. Having made the decision to clash with Saber's Noble Phantasm, the current situation didn't allow him to be distracted any longer.

If Gilgamesh to stop Medea's actions at this moment, he would certainly be affected by Excalibur.

Gilgamesh originally did not have Magic Resistance ability, but he gained Magic Resistance due to the Archer class. In addition, because his Master Kirei Kotomine, did not have enough magical power, Gilgamesh's Magic Resistance at this time was only at the lowest level, E.

Although his Magic Resistance level was low, Gilgamesh's golden armor could actually nullify most Magecraft.

Unfortunately, the armor he coveted was cleaved in two by that mad dog's Noble Phantasm during his battle with Lancelot, and the terrifying scar on his chest that has yet to heal is the best proof of that.

In this situation, Gilgamesh had no chance of physically confronting Saber's sword! As the formation gradually completed, the golden Heroic Spirit's crimson eyes flashed with furious light. If rage could kill, even with his overwhelming advantage, Gilgamesh would never have dared to physically withstand Saber's sword in this predicament!

Yes, Medea had calculated all of this.

After a mere two to three seconds, her Magecraft will safely transport the three to a safe location in the Miyama Town, where they can recuperate before proceeding with further arrangements.

Unfortunately...

The three people present—Saber, who was stalling for time; Medea, who was setting up the formation; and Wang Xiaoming, who was familiar with the plot—all underestimated this [King of Heroes].

"Bastard, you think you can fool the King with such petty tricks..." Gilgamesh's anger transformed into a deep-seated killing intent. His chilling words, penetrating to the bone, overpowered the roar of the battlefield and clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

This also gave everyone a vague sense of foreboding.

"Let the King see if your blood can quench the King rage!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a sword emerged from the golden ripples behind Gilgamesh, its blade pointing directly at Medea in the center of the formation. The sharpness of the blade sent a chill down Medea's spine.

"How... how could this be?!"

The ominous feeling in my heart was confirmed when I saw this scene.

None of the people present expected that, despite the clash of Noble Phantasm of the city-level, Gilgamesh would still have the strength to deal with Medea!

"Ha! How could you scum possibly imagine the glory of my the King? Die, you bastard!"

Seeing everyone's surprised reaction, Gilgamesh scoffed disdainfully, and his Noble Phantasm transformed into a streak of light, flying towards Medea!

As Medea watched the Noble Phantasm rushing towards her, a fine layer of cold sweat beaded on her forehead.

No one can help her now. If the Magecraft cannot be completed in time, she will be pierced through the Spirit Core of her heart by that Noble Phantasm, as she is unable to move within the array due to the Magecraft's construction!

One second!

Medea gritted her teeth; just one more second and her Magecraft would be complete!

However, things took a Medea turn. In the blink of an eye, the Noble Phantasm, transformed into a streak of light, carrying immense magical power, traversed most of the battlefield and hurtled straight towards Medea.

--It's too late.

Medea, at the center of the Noble Phantasm, sadly realized that, at its current rate of travel, the Noble Phantasm would pierce her Spirit Core before she could complete the Magecraft.

The wind pressure from the approaching Noble Phantasm stung Medea's cheeks. Unwilling to see her own gruesome death, she closed her eyes in despair.

What a tragic way to exit the stage...

--If I leave like this, it will probably make him sad for a while, right?

The purple Witch found the wicked thought that had arisen in her mind both amusing and slightly bitter.

It's over. Although I'm unwilling, this is the only way...

It's such a pity, it's time to say goodbye...

The expected pain did not come. Instead, a sudden force pushed her from the side, causing the unsuspecting Medea to fall out of the center of the formation.

As she was thrown, Medea felt a warm splash on her face.

I instinctively reached out and gently covered my face with my hand; the warm touch...

She removed her hand, and a vibrant red, tinged with the scent of rust, came into Medea's view.