Chapter 119: A bloody battle in the wilderness! A one-on-one challenge from the Master?
Boom—!
The pitch-black night sky was suddenly torn apart, and a ball of orange-red fire shot up into the sky, painting the distant horizon an ominous blood-red.
A deafening roar followed, causing even the rapidly moving old ford to tremble slightly.
Screech—!
An ear-splitting brake sound ripped through the night, and tires left two charred marks on the asphalt road.
"Servant's magic power reaction? Two... no, three."
Mordred, dressed in a red jacket and shorts, hadn't even had a chance to complain from the driver's seat when Arthur, in the passenger seat, already narrowed his eyes, calmly looking towards the smoke-billowing end of the road.
Mordred turned her head in surprise; her Master's perception ability was actually sharper than hers, a Servant?
"I say, is your Riding skill really Rank B?"
Arthur glanced at the dashboard, which was already nearing the red line, and then listened to the clanking parts inside the car, his tone flat as he teased.
"It's a Miracle that this old ford has lasted until now."
"Don't worry, Master! It's just a 'wild horse' I haven't ridden before, a piece of cake!"
Mordred grinned, her eyes full of the joy and excitement of conquest.
What should have been a twelve-hour journey, she had cut in half with her reckless driving.
"Three people, ahead is the territory of Trifas. It's highly likely that our Faction's Servant is currently struggling."
Mordred reined in her smile, her fighting spirit beginning to surge in her eyes.
"What do you want to do, Master?"
Arthur tapped his fingertips on the car window, his gaze piercing through the night, seemingly already seeing through the battle.
"Only two people are fighting. Combined with the Clock Tower's intelligence, the extra one should be the Ruler."
"Hey! Isn't that perfect? Let's take the opportunity to eliminate one unlucky fellow from the Black Faction first!"
Mordred instantly understood her Master's meaning, the curve of her lips becoming more pronounced, filled with a desire for victory.
She stopped talking nonsense, shifted gears, and floored the accelerator!
The battered old ford let out its final muffled roar, transforming into an arrow shot from a bowstring, charging straight towards the flickering flames!
...
In the wilderness beside the highway, the Flaming Spear was like the sun, and the Demonic Sword cut through the wind!
The golden Son of the Sun God and the blood-soaked Dragon-Slaying Hero engaged in a mythical death match on the scorched earth.
Karna, clad in his radiant golden armor, wielded his God-Slaying Spear, each swing bringing forth scorching flames that incinerated everything, baking the earth dry and cracked!
Siegfried, bathed in the blood armor of the evil dragon, unleashed his Phantasmal Greatsword, each slash stirring up a magic power storm that tore through the atmosphere, his sword energy crisscrossing!
Both renowned great heroes from legends, their every clash was the ultimate display of skill and power, a silent confrontation of wills.
However, this scene appeared utterly foolish in the eyes of the Magus.
"Damn it! What are you doing, Saber!"
Siegfried's Master, Gord, was hiding by the roadside, stomping his feet in exasperation, his greasy, fat face covered in sweat and anxiety.
He had planned to seize the heaven-sent opportunity of the Red Faction's Lancer attacking the Ruler to get closer to Jeanne, who was acting as the referee, and secure an early victory.
Who would have thought that the stubborn Saint would refuse his request for an alliance!
She wouldn't even kick an enemy who had previously attacked her while he was down!
And his own Servant, that damned Siegfried, was like a block of wood, only fighting head-on!
'Useless! Servants are all a bunch of useless puppets!'
Gord roared frantically in his heart. He could feel that his family's familiars were observing everything here from afar through a ritual.
With Servants fiercely battling in front, he, the Master, was standing by like a clown, unable to even cast a decent support spell!
This sense of humiliation drove him almost mad!
"Get out here! Red Faction's Master! Stop hiding, I know you're watching!"
"You dog of the Magic Association! I, Gord Musik Yggdmillennia, will slay you here today!"
As if in response to his hysterical shouts, the old ford, trailing a cloud of dust, drifted and skidded to a stop not far away.
The car door opened, and Arthur and Mordred stepped out, one after the other.
Gord was momentarily stunned at the sight, then his fat face broke into an expression of ecstatic joy. He raised his hand and pointed at Arthur, his voice sharp and triumphant.
"Finally showing yourself, dog of the Magic Association!"
"Come on! Let's stake the honor and dignity of our respective families here and begin a true Magus's battle to the death!"
Arthur's gaze swept over the two top Servants entangled in the wilderness, then glanced at Jeanne, who was quietly observing the battle nearby, and understood.
"The third Servant's reaction, it's indeed the Ruler."
Only then did he turn his attention to the blustering but inwardly timid fat man before him, a playful curve on his lips.
"I have no quarrel with your Yggdmillennia, but if you insist on jumping out to seek death, that's another matter entirely."
Mordred twisted her neck, making a 'crack' sound, and a reddish lightning shimmered in her palm. She transmitted her thoughts telepathically, her tone relaxed.
[Master, do you need me to deal with this noisy fat man first?]
Arthur waved his hand, responding telepathically as well, his tone unequivocal.
'The Master should naturally be dealt with by the Master. You go assist Lancer and take down the Black Faction's Saber. Release your Noble Phantasm as you like, there's plenty of magic power.'
[Understood!]
Bang!
Before her words finished, the asphalt road beneath Mordred's feet exploded!
Crimson lightning coiled around her, her casual attire instantly transforming into a gleaming silver, menacing heavy armor, and the brilliant Sword of the King was raised high above her head!
Her figure was like a tyrannical bolt of lightning, charging into the battlefield with an unstoppable force, bringing her sword down upon Siegfried!
At the center of the battle, Siegfried's pupils constricted. He didn't dodge, instead taking a God-Slaying Spear from Karna directly to the chest, using the impact to briefly disengage from the battle.
In a flash of lightning, he forcibly twisted his body, blocking upwards with his Demonic Sword!
Clang—!
Blades clashed, erupting in a dazzling shower of sparks and a wave of air!
Siegfried grunted, his feet plowing two deep furrows in the ground, finally parrying Mordred's powerful lightning strike.
Karna, who had also managed to withdraw, frowned slightly. He looked at his Faction's Saber, who had suddenly intervened, and then at the Ruler by the roadside in the distance.
The order he had received from his Master was to eliminate the neutral Ruler.
Since the battle had changed, executing the order first was the correct path, rather than continuing the fierce fight.
Having made up his mind, Karna redirected the tip of his spear, his figure transforming into a golden streak of light, and charged directly at Jeanne!
Siegfried let out a low growl, ignoring Mordred's pursuit from behind, and once again traded blows, injury for injury!
He unleashed all his magic power, like a black lightning bolt, standing in front of Karna, attempting to fight two against one!
Karna parried the ferocious sweep with his God-Slaying Spear, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.
"It seems I underestimated your resolve, Sir. If that is the case, then let us continue."
The silent Dragon Slayer nodded gently. Even though he was in a desperate situation, there was no fear on his face.
Mordred, who had just been ambushed, clutched her abdomen, which had been cut by the sword wind. With the surging magic power supply, the minor wound healed instantly.
She looked at the two before her, who seemed to share a mutual appreciation, and a sneer of extreme disdain appeared on her face.
"Ha? Are you two playing some old, clichéd drama of mutual admiration?"
Sizzle!
Crimson lightning erupted from the gaps in her armor, and the rampant magic power instantly overwhelmed the other two Servants on the field!
The entire wilderness trembled and cracked from this power!
"Stop dawdling! This is the Holy Grail War, hurry up and fight to the death!"
...
While the three Servants were fighting in a chaotic mess, Arthur leisurely walked forward, step by step, towards Gord, who was already sweating profusely and breathing heavily.
He raised his chin, his tone as relaxed as if he were greeting someone.
"I've kept you waiting, Magus of the Yggdmillennia."
Gord feigned composure, but his trembling fingertips betrayed his inner fear.
Arthur's smile grew colder, his deep silver eyes devoid of any pity, only endless scrutiny.
'Then, let me confirm it with my own hands.'
'Confirm whether there is any connection between your Yggdmillennia and the unknown entity.''