The style of the Berserker group has gone astray, but the Holy Grail War cannot be stopped because of this, and it is useless to dwell on it.

Seeing the weapons around Lancelot, Rider secretly shook his head. The opponent had the advantage of long-range firepower and could not give him room to play. He controlled the Divine Wheel and launched the charge first.

The dark magic power gathered in his hands, and Lancelot pulled the trigger at the Shenwei Wheel in an instant without even taking a break to aim. A rocket with a swaying red tail was fired, followed by three more missiles. As long as the magic power is not exhausted, the RPG is equivalent to having unlimited ammunition.

Coming in the Rider class, the King of Conquerors was the best at aerial work among the seven Servants, and he nimbly dodged the incoming missiles by driving the Godly Wheel.

Rider is very confident in his own strength. He is not afraid of any opponent except the shining Archer and the foul-making Duke. The fact that he brought Weber with him even when he was on the battlefield is the best proof that he is confident that he can protect Weber's safety.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh—

The four missiles changed direction, climbed vertically in the air, completed a 180-degree roll, and tracked the Shenwei Wheel again.

Rider shook his head helplessly: "It's like this again, this guy is impossible to communicate with!" Archer ignored Rider's complaints and stared at Lancelot fiercely: "It seems that you are the real Berserker. Where is your Master? That old man, let him come out and die."

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"The Master is preparing for the ceremony of the Holy Grail's Descent and has no time to greet you. Besides, you have an unwelcome guest and I, your subject, can handle the situation." When it comes to defending the monarch, Lancelot is quite skillful in speaking.

"Weber, hold on tight, don't fall!" Rider glanced back with an expectant smile on his face. He felt no sense of urgency about being chased, and controlled the Godly Wheels to fly higher and higher.

Rider frowned. Ever since he came to the world, he liked watching military-themed TV programs the most. He knew the power of these shells. If he was hit, the consequences would be no joke.

Perhaps seeing Lancelot's confusion, Archer crossed his arms and said in a haughty manner, "As the oldest hero king, all the treasures in the world belong to me, and the Holy Grail is no exception."

"Rider, a rocket is coming, get out of the way!" Waver was horrified and shook Rider's red cloak.

Rider, who was watching the battle on the side, looked at Lancelot in surprise. He was able to seize the enemy's Noble Phantasm in an instant and then shoot down other Noble Phantasms. This was not something that could be explained by a simple statement of extraordinary martial arts.

Four missiles were fired, and Lancelot counterattacked. The number of weapons thrown by both sides was the same, but the lethality was very different. The treasures that Archer casually threw were all above B-level. How could a D-level enchanted bazooka block it? Even the most basic sturdiness was far inferior.

The four missiles were cut off at the moment of contact, but the remaining power of the treasure weapon continued, and it shot towards Lancelot with powerful potential energy.

A breeze came slowly, and the three servants each occupied a corner. The atmosphere in the field gradually became solemn. Waver was intimidated by the momentum of the three and hurriedly covered his mouth and dared not make a sound.

The flames of the explosion illuminated the path in the valley, and a strong gust of wind swept through. Lancelot and Rider were both cautious and alert, looking at the golden armored figure that appeared not far away.

Because of Duke's intrusion, the king's banquet in the original novel did not take place, and the three kings naturally did not have the opportunity to discuss the way of kingship. Therefore, Archer looked down on Rider, thinking that he was just a crude warrior, let alone appreciation.

The God's Wheel accelerated forward, and Rider tried to get closer to Lancelot, but six missiles were launched in succession. Ten missiles attacked from the front and back, and Rider, who was in danger, was in high spirits. He shouted and pulled the reins to escape into the sky.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom———

Archer was stunned at first, then his face showed anger: "Damn thief, he actually dared to get his hands on my treasure, he is a traitor, I have one more reason to kill him."

"Shut up, bastard! You who claim to be king without permission have no right to speak to me." Archer said disdainfully: "If this is a banquet, it will only truly begin when I arrive."

Waver on the chariot warned in a startled voice: "Rider, think of a way quickly. You can't avoid it just by dodging."

"Barking wild dog, please this king by being torn into pieces!"

Lancelot did not speak. The four missiles that suddenly shot out were the best response. Facing the oncoming attack, Rider frowned on his excited face and slightly turned his body to protect Waver.

This was the case on the surface, but in fact Lancelot still agreed with it. Archer was right. His Master was indeed an absolute bastard, the kind that made people grit their teeth.

Rider laughed heartily, and the thunderclouds in the sky automatically opened up a gap. After the Kamui wheels drove in, the pursuing missiles also plunged in.

Ten missiles gathered together and lined up in the shape of a Chinese character "品", chasing after the mighty wheel in the sky.

After a successful attack, Archer showed no joy at all, and the murderous intent in his eyes became even stronger. The thrown treasure was dodged, and a long sword fell into Lancelot's hands.

"Ah, compared to these, the real troublemaker has arrived." Rider pulled the reins, and the Divine Wheel took a few steps back and stopped.

Lancelot's Noble Phantasm——NTR Hand!

The rich man said that he didn't care because he had a lot of money! Boom! Boom! Boom! A treasure above B-level had a strong destructive power even if it was thrown as a stone. Explosions occurred continuously at the location where Lancelot was. The stone steps were blown into pieces, and the scattered gravel and dust filled the air, covering the cold moonlight.

The Noble Phantasm is the embodiment of the legendary life of the Heroic Spirit. To put it simply, it is unique and exclusive, and automatically resists the use of others. Even though Archer does not know the true names of most of the King's Treasures, he has the right to manage them, so there is no problem in saying that it is his Noble Phantasm.

Archer!

The black thunderclouds were blown apart by the red flames, and Rider landed with Waver unscathed. Waver was thankful to have survived the disaster, but Rider drew his sword and pointed it at Lancelot: "Berserker, this kind of firepower cannot defeat me. Show me your true ability, or...is this all you have?"

Suddenly, a large black cloud pressed down on the sky, and purple thunder was brewing in it. Occasionally, a flash of light would leak out, which would be a deafening thunder.

Finally, Archer added: "Your shameless and bastard Master stole my treasure, and he deserves death!"

Tears welled up in Weber's eyes as missiles controlled by magic rushed towards him rapidly, and he smelled the smell of death.

"Ridiculous talk, that's just your wishful thinking, but..." Lancelot's expression remained unchanged: "Even if you insult my Master, I won't care too much, because the whimper of the loser is the best trophy for the winner!"

"The Holy Grail!?"

Ten explosions sounded in succession, forming a winding line, and the sky suddenly exploded with roaring flames like a fire dragon.

"And you bastard, get out of my way. I want to get my Holy Grail back!"

As he spoke, the golden curtain opened, and four sharp and unparalleled treasured weapons appeared from the void, quickly crossing the air, pointing directly at Lancelot.

The King's Treasure!

Sure enough, Lancelot walked out of the smoke and dust wearing black armor, his body unharmed, and holding a long sword covered with blood-colored patterns in his hand.

"Hahaha, this is so funny!"

"You lowly man, you and your Master both deserve to die." Archer's eyes were red as he looked at Lancelot with murderous intent. The latter's words "the howl of a defeated dog" deeply hurt his pride.

Lancelot couldn't quite keep up with Archer's train of thought. When did the Holy Grail become his private property?

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! A golden afterimage flashed by, and four sharp blades flew over from a distance, piercing through the missiles like arrows, causing them to collectively self-destruct in the air.

Archer's proud Noble Phantasm, the symbol of his status as the King of Heroes, he descended as a Bow Knight because this Noble Phantasm matched his class.

“Hey, the golden king of Babylon, if you are attending a banquet, you are late.” Rider was very dissatisfied with Archer’s unauthorized interruption of the battle.

"A strange ability to steal other people's treasures for your own use..."

Throwing Noble Phantasms is in line with the combat style of the Archer class, but usually it is thrown after releasing the True Name. Throwing it casually like Gilgamesh does is unable to exert the necessary destructive power. It is a shameful and wasteful behavior that children should not learn.

“Waaaaaa——”

But Lancelot let the Noble Phantasm betray Archer, and he wielded it in his hand as if he were using his own Noble Phantasm!

"You bastard, you actually touched my treasure with your dirty hands. Do you really want to die?" Archer was furious.

Lancelot: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything else. I just felt itchy and couldn't help but take it."

"Damn it, I swear to kill you..." Archer was shaking with anger. This was naked contempt.

(End of this chapter)