Fate: Hero of Justice Takeover

With a flick of the wrist, weapons from the vault were effortlessly unleashed—this is likely why Gilgamesh is classified as an Archer. However, his approach to these Noble Phantasms is ridiculously casual. He tosses them around carelessly, almost as if throwing stones, treating his greatest treasures with complete disregard. Despite the rough handling, the destructive power of his attacks remains formidable. The ground seems to explode as chunks of asphalt are scattered, dust clouding the area.

Everyone holds their breath—because Berserker barely flinches, using a shield or some other weapon to defend himself.

When the dust clears, the tall, shadowy figure of Berserker remains, alive and well.

At his feet, the ground has been cratered, as if struck by a meteor. This damage was caused by the slower-moving spear that was fired during Archer's initial attack. However, the sword, which should have struck first, did not cause any harm. Instead, it was caught by Berserker's hand.

How many people could actually follow the rapid exchange of attacks? At least, Irisviel and Waver had no idea what had even happened.

In reality, Berserker easily grabbed the sword that had been shot at him, using it to deflect the spear that followed.

"Is that really Berserker?"

Lancer whispered anxiously. 

"For a madman to be this skilled, it's impressive."

Rider muttered in response.

Even Sakatsuki, who had anticipated this, couldn't help but be impressed.

"As expected of a peerless martial artist, the Kight of the Lake."

The term "peerless martial artist" refers to someone whose mind, skill, and body are in perfect harmony, enabling them to reach their peak combat potential, regardless of madness or berserk states.

Even though he had become a Berserker, Lancelot's martial prowess remains formidable.

"Really now, this is making me want to fight too."

Sakatsuki said, licking his lips, suddenly summoning his twin swords, Kanshou and Bakuya.

Although he had only inherited Emiya's abilities, the "Gan Jiang and Mo Ye" sword pair, as they were called, were still the weapons Sakatsuki felt most comfortable with.

With his white robe billowing, his holy garment replaced his kimono, and he smiled, tying a red headband across his forehead.

With intense killing intent, he immediately advanced towards Lancer, the handsome knight armed with a magic spear.

"What…?"

"What's going on?"

Waver and Irisviel both took a few steps back, hiding behind their Servants, their eyes filled with shock.

Wait, is there a traitor among us?

One of the Masters is eager to challenge their Servant to a duel!

Even Diarmuid was caught off guard, not realizing that he had been challenged by a Master. After a long pause, he finally laughed, slightly annoyed.

"It seems I've been underestimated. Hey, whoever the Master of this Servant is, you'd better apologize before I lose my temper!"

Fully armed, Sakatsuki returned the smile, bowing elegantly in the style of a knight.

"Please."

Given the knightly invitation, Diarmuid had no reason to refuse, and moreover, his Master, Kayneth, had already given the order.

"Kill him, Lancer."

"Understood, my lord."

Diarmuid's smile turned bloodthirsty, and his dual spears traced beautiful arcs through the air before he lunged at Sakatsuki!

Aside from "strength," Sakatsuki had regained all his attributes, and he was unafraid, wielding his dual blades and meeting Lancer head-on!

"How did it come to this…"

Waver groaned, staring helplessly at how quickly the situation had spiralled into chaos.

With Assassin's reappearance serving as the spark, the Golden King and the Black Knight clashed, while a Master, rivalling a Servant in skill, challenged another to a duel. As for the rest…

"We have no reason to fight, do we, Conqueror King?"

Saber, sensing the malicious gaze from Iskandar, took a step back to protect Irisviel, seemingly submitting but really issuing a veiled threat.

"Hmm, though I am tempted, it's not the right time to battle you."

The red-haired giant said, shaking his head as he soothed his divine bull.

"Besides, kicking someone when they're down is not the action of a true king."

Hearing this, Saber silently lowered her sword. Though her wound was no longer bleeding, she felt a loss of strength, making it difficult to wield her sword properly.

What was worse, her trump card was rendered unusable.

Both Master and Servant of Rider and Saber subtly repressed their combat instincts, observing the battles in silence, and gathering the necessary information.

But being on a battlefield, how could they escape unscathed?

The flames of war between Archer and Berserker soon spread to Rider's side.

Initially, Archer's volley was easily deflected by Berserker, who, embodying the spirit of retaliation, roared and drew a sword.

"This…"

Gilgamesh, the golden king, frowned.

"A fake?"

The sword was twisted in a spiral shape, its original colour tainted by Berserker's magic, with black and red veins swirling through it.

Before Gilgamesh could say more, Berserker silently swung his sword, unleashing a torrent of black-red magic that transformed into beams aimed directly at the golden figure standing under the streetlight.

Gilgamesh leapt into the air before the iron column broke, landing lightly on the ground without a care.

Ignoring the trajectory of the black beam, or perhaps knowing it wouldn't change his target, Gilgamesh's fury reached its peak.

"You filthy fool… How dare you stand on the same earth as me!"

With his anger now boiling over, the deep furrows on Gilgamesh's face turned his beauty into something terrifying.

"This act of disrespect will not go unpunished. You, scum, I will turn you to ashes!"

Just as Archer declared his killing intent, another group of Servants faced danger—whether intentional or not, Rider found himself directly in the line of fire between Gilgamesh and Lancelot!

The black beam easily swallowed the streetlight, heading straight for Iskandar's chariot.

"Prepare to fall, kid!"

Without time to explain, Rider waved his hand, causing the divine chariot to dissolve into magic, and they began to fall from the air.

For Rider, a simple use of divine thunder could have neutralized the attack. But with Waver in tow, things were more complicated—Waver couldn't handle the shockwave of the beam, much less the impact without even a basic magical shield.

"Ahhhhhh!"

As the sensation of free fall hit, along with the fear of the black beam grazing his head, Waver screamed as they plummeted downward.

Rider, momentarily stuck between releasing his Noble Phantasm and the inertia of falling, was unable to protect his fragile Master.

It was the perfect opportunity!

As a battle-hardened knight, Saber quickly seized the moment, but she merely moved her hand slightly, appearing indifferent.

However, her true Master, Kiritsugu Emiya, who had been lying in wait, didn't miss the chance.

"Wind from the side is strong, adjust the sights three clicks to the left, building winds, a swirl coming from three directions… adjust sights one click to the right, target locked."

Hidden in the shadows, Kiritsugu, with three Command Spells in his right hand, aimed his sniper rifle at Waver's head and pulled the trigger.

The sound of the Walther WA2000's gunshot echoed as a spark flew from the barrel.

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