This Is My Holy Grail War [141]

The power of the dragon coursed through Saber’s body, and the elemental blessings imbued her sword with a radiant, prismatic glow. The ground beneath her feet bloomed with countless floral wreaths, and even her golden braided hair now bore a luminous crown.

Upon closer inspection, a crescent moon glimmered in her emerald eyes, and a silvery, sacred light burned within her gaze, like the purest holy flame.

Taking a step forward, Saber’s skirt armor began to change color, its edges radiating a faint golden aura.

Her entire being bristled with buffs, not just her own, but also Merlin’s generous enhancements. In that moment, Saber exuded absolute confidence, as though everything in the world lay within her grasp.

A torrent of power surged around her, and Saber embodied a majesty that commanded the world itself.

This was no longer the bewildered survivor of the past. She now stood as a monarch, as a god—the perfect union of divinity and royalty.

Her shimmering blade, trailing a rainbow of light, slashed toward Karna with unstoppable force.

The Lancer before her, however, remained calm and composed. Though the scene was overwhelming, Karna’s expression was one of effortless nonchalance. His spear carved a long streak of light through the air, its searing radiance igniting the falling stones around them.

The [Hanging Gardens of Babylon] were collapsing, and the platform beneath them was unstable.

The spiked, heavy Sun Wheel loomed ahead, like a golden barricade, barring Saber’s charge.

Saber held her breath, attempting to evade the Lancer’s long spear with her footwork. Yet her instincts foretold every move—whether she dodged left or right, the red Lancer would counter with ease.

The spear was long, the blade broad. Yet in Karna’s hands, it was as light as air, manipulated with divine precision.

The godlike swordswoman couldn’t break through, nor could she find an opening. The prelude to her secret sword technique echoed faintly in her mind. She could almost see Karna’s head flying from his shoulders with a single strike. The three slashes of [Tsubame Gaeshi] lay ready to be unleashed, but her [Instincts] kept screaming: No, not yet. It won’t work.

Saber glimpsed the future. Reacting swiftly, she leapt skyward from the floral platform, raising [Durandal], strengthened by elemental power, high above her head. Then she swung downward with tremendous force, carving a rainbow trail through the air. She descended like a god walking among mortals, like a saint descending from heaven.

She was a war god. A demon. An enraged Buddha. Her target wasn’t Karna’s body but his spear itself.

The wind howled, and molten rock erupted violently.

Even before [Durandal] landed, the pressure of the wind tore the earth’s surface apart, exposing smoldering embers beneath. The Hanging Gardens began melting into rivers of magma, warped by the conceptual destruction of Karna’s unyielding spear.

[Durandal] drew closer to Karna. The ground beneath the Lancer’s feet cracked under the oppressive wind, revealing burning sparks and spewing molten rock. The prismatic sword fell, its furious winds colliding with Karna’s golden spear.

Boom.

A violent explosion, as if an entire armory had been ignited. Blinding flames soared skyward, enough to render onlookers blind, and the air trembled with such force that it could deafen anyone nearby.

The shockwave ignited the atmosphere, scattering molten rock and shattered stones in all directions. Saber, unrelenting, raised her sword once more.

She gave Karna no chance to breathe—her divine gaze was cold and merciless.

Since drawing her blade, Saber had no intention of sheathing it. Her relentless assault continued. She evaded Karna’s counterattacks with pure footwork, unafraid of trading injuries if it meant achieving her goal.

Pouring her mana into her arms and shoulders, Saber unleashed every ounce of her strength in her attacks. Under this unyielding storm of strikes, the red Lancer was forced to withdraw, unable to maintain his offensive stance.

Throughout the battle, neither Saber nor Karna spoke a word. Their intense focus made them resemble gods in mythological warfare.

The scorching, noble sun god versus the pure, regal goddess.

[Durandal] and the golden divine spear clashed again and again, scattering dazzling sparks. Each collision was like the eruption of a volcano.

Yet Saber harbored no concern that [Durandal] might break under the pressure. She had destroyed more than one weapon before, but this time, her sword was indestructible.

Though slender and unassuming compared to the grandeur of Karna’s spear, Durandal would not shatter. And that was enough. The sword’s flawless compatibility with Saber’s fighting style transformed her into a serpent with fangs.

Saber lowered her stance, slightly bending forward. Radiating brilliance, she unleashed a full-scale suppression of the red Lancer.

Magical reinforcement steadied Saber’s mind, rendering her utterly composed in battle. What was meant to counter illusions now made her heart as still as a mirror. The divine Saber knew: without his armor, Karna was no match for her.

Victory was only a matter of time, but Saber worried about the Command Spells. She couldn’t contact her Master or communicate within the Hanging Gardens.

Though strengthened by countless buffs and narrowly evading the spear’s destructive force, Saber was fighting alone. She needed to finish this quickly—any delay could spell disaster.

She charged forward.

“Wait, Saber. Stop.”

“Hmm?” The holy swordswoman abruptly looked up, startled by the interruption to their divine clash.

Despite the destruction surrounding them—the magma, the fiery abyss, the crumbling platform—a figure had inserted himself into their battle.

Ordinary magi wouldn’t even survive this heat, let alone approach the battlefield. Yet there he was: a white-haired man in a black priest’s robe.

Saber immediately tensed, adopting a defensive stance for the first time. A wave of hostility washed over her as she recognized the overwhelming power emanating from the man—another Servant.

“Another one?” she muttered under her breath, assuming him to be Karna’s ally. But rather than retreating, Saber intensified her attack.

That black priest’s robe, paired with a golden cross, filled Saber with revulsion.

With a deep breath, she drew in the surrounding air, replenishing the mana she had expended in battle. Her body once again became a streak of radiant light.

“Hold on, Saber. There’s no need for us to fight. We can talk—”

His voice rose, urgency replacing his previously calm demeanor.

“—We’re running out of time!”

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