The Battle Ends / Wang Xiaoming-Alive

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"I wanted to be a cool... hero and save the damsel in distress, but... cough... looks like I've gone too far... cough..."

A familiar voice reached her ears, and Medea, still somewhat dazed, subconsciously raised her head.

As she regained consciousness, the blurry figure in the distance gradually became clearer in Medea's vision.

--It's Wang Xiaoming.

Medea's pupils suddenly contracted as she was about to speak.

She discovered that the Noble Phantasm that should have pierced her Spirit Core was now stuck in Wang Xiaoming's waist and abdomen, and the blood flowing from the wound was like a smashed water vat, which could not be stopped no matter what she did.

It quickly stained his clothes red.

The staggering man, dragging his heavy body, turned his face, and in the instant their eyes met, he smiled at her:

"Well, anyway... it's good that you're alright."

Thump--

After saying this, Wang Xiaoming collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

Second update... These two are to make up for the previous two days ORZ

Chapter 116. The War Ends

Light--

A dazzling gold shimmered across the sky, as if the night had been consumed in an instant. These streaks of light, like shooting stars, carried not hope, but destruction...!!

Yes, from the moment Wang Xiaoming saw the golden ripples spreading behind the golden man, he felt a chilling terror.

It felt as if everything was being stripped away, as if my body was being dragged into an abyss.

Then... he saw the light.

In that instant, his heart felt as if it were about to burst, and an unknown force propelled Wang Xiaoming toward the streak of light.

Blood, muscles, bones... everything in the body is burning.

It was as if I had transformed into a streak of crimson flame and flown before the radiant light.

What happened?

That's no longer important.

From the moment his body touched that light, this man had no regrets.

He has protected what he cherishes most.

"I was thinking of making a cool, heroic save-the-damsel-in-distress move, but... cough cough... looks like I've gone too far..."

He seemed about to say something joking, but the blood rising from his stomach stopped him from speaking further.

Looking down, Wang Xiaoming discovered that his waist and abdomen seemed to have been mostly smashed by something that looked like a vajra.

Even so, Wang Xiaoming still managed a forced grin, seemingly proud of his "achievement."

... Dead silence...

The roar of magic ceased, and the clanging of metal disappeared, whether it was the knights of Great Britain, the Witch of Greece mythology, or even the King of Heroes.

Everyone was stunned by that instant.

What happened at that moment?

But that's no longer important. Such things, which defy established facts and defy common sense, can only be described with one word in this world.

--Miracle.

That was an incredible power.

Consciousness?

Skill?

Reaction?

At that moment, what Wang Xiaoming displayed rendered all those innate talents and later efforts utterly powerless.

--It's instinct.

This is a miracle born from the instinct to give up everything and burn everything for something you cherish, poured out in this instant!

That is why the Magic Circuit can perfectly integrate with the body in that brief moment.

She looked up at the person she was protecting. Her surprised and slightly bewildered expression made Wang Xiaoming chuckle. It was the first time he'd ever seen Medea with such an expression. If he had a camera right now, he would definitely capture her adorable expression.

"Well, anyway, it's good that you're alright."

His strength was rapidly draining away, and Wang Xiaoming lost consciousness.

Seeing Wang Xiaoming fall, Medea, who had been stunned in the distance, belatedly came to her senses. A purple robe appeared in front of Wang Xiaoming, and her expression was nowhere near as composed as before.

"Why...?"

Overwhelmed with emotions on the verge of collapse, Medea's trembling hands clutched Wang Xiaoming into her arms as if touching a fragile object.

"Fool, why didn't you move aside...? If you died, I would disappear with you..."

Medea's tearful reprimand would normally have elicited an awkward response from Wang Xiaoming, but unfortunately, no one could respond to her now.

"Hahaha..."

A dry laugh escaped her throat as scenes from the moment she was summoned until now suddenly flashed through Medea's mind. Unlike in life, she now faced her cold death alone.

To meet such a man on this brief "journey," when I return to the "Throne of Heroes," I'm sure I'll feel overjoyed to have encountered him.

But...

But why am I so unwilling to accept this...?

I want to stay; I want to be with him; I want to grow old and die with him...

One drop, two drops...

Tears streamed down Wang Xiaoming's face in a silvery line.

She was unwilling to accept it; she felt helpless about her own powerlessness.

She was unwilling to accept it and felt angry about the unfairness of the world.

Unwilling to accept it, yet helpless...

--It's always like this.

"I must say, you all put on quite a show that left the King rather speechless."

Gilgamesh looked at the master and servant pair on the battlefield, a strange emotion flashing in his eyes.

"..."

However, in this battlefield, there was no one left to respond to his sentiments.

In the previous clash of Noble Phantasm, Saber, who was outmatched by insufficient mana, was thrown back by Ea. After exhausting all her strength, she barely managed to stand up with the support of her Holy Sword, staring angrily at the golden Heroic Spirit.

As for Medea

She stared blankly at Wang Xiaoming in her arms without saying a word.

"Tsk--"

Seemingly not receiving the response he expected, Gilgamesh spat dismissively:

"But you ants, this is the end."

His emotions returned to indifference, and he raised the EA in his hand once more.

In his eyes, anyone who dared to mock the king deserved to die ten thousand times over to appease the king's anger!

Even Saber is unforgivable!

A massive surge of magical power erupted from Ea's sword hilt once more, as if the battle with Saber had been mere child's play. The power Ea unleashed this time seemed even greater than before!

--A hopeless situation with no way to resist

A savage glint flashed in his crimson eyes, and he was about to swing the EA again!

"It's all over!"

"It's time for this to end... it's you... King of Heroes."

Another voice suddenly rang out on the battlefield, like a murmur from the horizon, both ethereal and clear.

"What?!"

Gilgamesh's expression changed drastically upon hearing these words. The voice was extremely familiar to him, because yesterday, it was he who had given him his death.

Upon hearing the same voice, Saber instinctively called out the name of the person who spoke it:

"--Lance--Lotte..."

"No... impossible!"

"Aroundight--"

Gilgamesh's instinctive urge to question the voice's owner was interrupted by a sudden pain in his chest.

The wound on his chest, which Berserker had slashed at him yesterday and which had never healed, suddenly burst open!

Immediately afterwards--

A lake-blue light shone from the gaping wound!

The golden- Heroic Spirit felt a burning pain spread rapidly from his injured left shoulder to his chest, as if an invisible sword had pierced his heart.

"Rabid dog, what have you done?!"

The unbearable pain and incomprehensible harm only deepened Gilgamesh's confusion.

Unfortunately, the knight, who had already left the game, couldn't answer his question.

"Damn it—damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it!!!"

Reason forcefully suppressed his rage; Gilgamesh that if he didn't retreat now, he would likely be the next to be eliminated.

"Kirei-- "

Using the master-servant contract, Gilgamesh, who called out his Master's name, disappeared from the battlefield in the next second.

Gilgamesh's disappearance also signaled the complete end of tonight's battle.

Chapter 117. Wang Xiaoming - Survival

Even Saber, the only one still somewhat conscious on the battlefield, couldn't come to her senses for a long time as she looked at the spot Gilgamesh had disappeared.

Things had developed far beyond her imagination. Judging from the magical aura emanating from Gilgamesh's wound, it was undoubtedly the magic of her knight, Lancelot.

But Lancelot had already left the stage...

What exactly happened...?

Having just emerged from battle, Saber was completely exhausted, both physically and mentally. Her heavy mind made her unwilling to think about anything.

In short, I escaped unscathed...

But--

Saber turned to look at the purple figure kneeling on the ground behind her and couldn't help but sigh. Then, she mustered her spirits and walked towards that figure.

Upon approaching, Saber's eyes were met with crimson blood splattered across the battlefield, like blood-red flowers blooming amidst the chaos.