Fate: Hero of Justice Takeover-Chapter 134: [] God of War, Sage, and the Reversal of the Situation

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The drums roared, first with rapid beats, then a single, thunderous strike, like the gavel of judgment falling in a courtroom.

Thus, the army summoned by the Emperor stepped forward.

They drew their bows, knelt on one knee, and fired in unison.

Each magic-infused arrow was as powerful as a mortar shell, raining down in a dense barrage on the position where Sakatsuki and Berserker stood. However, they were stopped by a towering iron wall that rose from the ground.

In the next moment, real mortars roared.

Not just one, but an entire row!

The modern weapons Berserker had turned into Noble Phantasms roared in unison, flying over the iron wall Sakatsuki had erected and exploded in the midst of the archers' formation. In the chaos of flames and hot winds, countless figures dissolved into spirit particles.

Boom—!

The drumbeat was long and resonant. The one-eyed old man, bare-chested, struck the war drum heavily, reorganizing the chaotic army into orderly formations.

Using drumbeats to command the army's momentum—this was the mark of a great general!

The army automatically parted, creating a path. Leonatus mounted his horse and led his troops in a charge. As white light emanated from his body, it spread out, eventually covering the entire army, greatly enhancing their defence.

"Fire again, Berserker!"

"Roar!"

The mortar positions roared, but this time, the shells failed to achieve their purpose, instead being deflected by the white light enveloping the army and exploding in mid-air.

"Charge!"

Seeing the enemy's strange weapons neutralized, the Macedonian army's morale soared. Under the loud commands of Leonatus, one of the Seven Bodyguards, their charge accelerated, ready to tear through the projected iron wall and shred the two detestable enemies into pieces.

At that moment, the iron wall parted on its own, revealing a white-haired, golden-eyed young man with a tube-like weapon slung over his shoulder. He grinned at them and pulled the trigger.

The RPG-7 spat out a fiery blast, and a thick-headed thermobaric warhead shot out, striking the ground in front of Leonatus.

And then, they saw the sun.

The air was sucked away, and in the molecular-level redox reaction that followed, combustion without oxygen occurred in a matter of microseconds. Extreme heat and pressure exploded at a speed of 4,000 meters per second, obliterating all life within its range.

Under the relentless, deadly heat, the white light enveloping the army quickly dissipated.

Then, Sakatsuki casually tossed aside the RPG and snapped his fingers. A cylindrical cast-iron shell appeared behind him.

A banned weapon: a cluster bomb.

"I never signed the 'Cluster Munitions Convention.'"

He muttered, about to hurl the bomb, when Berserker's pained roar sounded behind him!

Turning around, he saw the black knight with a crimson arrow embedded in his back. Looking further into the distance, a burly man with a lion's mane headdress lowered his longbow and tapped his short spear against the round shield in his left hand, with his provocative stance.

"Victorious"

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Seleucus I, one of the top fighters under Iskandar, the founder of the Seleucid Empire, whose legendary exploits rivalled even those of the First Knight of the Round Table, Lancelot.

Iskandar had summoned his entire army—even Saber's Round Table couldn't compare in terms of sheer numbers. When it came to the number of heroes and generals, Britain, confined to an island, could never match Macedonia, which spanned three continents.

However, this didn't mean the Knights of the Round Table would back down, especially not the now-insane, beast-like Berserker.

"Roar!"

Grabbing a handful of guns and grenades, turning himself into a heavily armed bandit, Berserker charged like the wind, tearing through the iron barrier. Before Sakatsuki could stop him, he was already sprinting toward Seleucus, who had ambushed him.

Seleucus, however, flipped off the small hill and disappeared in an instant.

"A diversion tactic, how boring."

Sakatsuki saw through their scheme at a glance and snorted in disdain. He lay down again, setting up his rifle.

"Since we're at a disadvantage... let's take out another one."

Bang!

The Barrett roared again, its D-rank Noble Phantasm bullet breaking the sound barrier and tearing through Leonatus's left shoulder, shattering his arm.

Sakatsuki cycled the bolt, ejecting the spent casing, and took aim once more.

Bang!

A short spear with a golden tip thrust out, perfectly intercepting the bullet and deflecting it. The hand holding the spear, though aged, didn't waver in the slightest.

"Fall back, Leonatus. You're no match for this young man."

The one-eyed old man donned his war helmet, leaving only a resolute silhouette for the Seven Bodyguards.

Though he had fought for Alexander's empire after the Emperor's death, when his king called, the 'God of War' willingly became the Emperor's spear and shield.

"Tch!"

Leonatus clicked his tongue in frustration but turned his horse around and galloped back to the formation. Once Antigonus confirmed the rear was secure, he finally turned to face the young man who had discarded his firearms and now wielded twin blades.

Among the heroic spirits summoned by the King's Army, the 'God of War' Antigonus's strength even surpassed that of his commander, Iskandar.

Yet, with Berserker lured away and Sakatsuki's firearms rendered ineffective, Antigonus didn't choose to press the attack with his army. Instead, he stepped out alone to face the young man who had caused them so much loss.

It wasn't out of underestimation, but because at this level, ordinary soldiers were nothing more than ants to be crushed.

Rather than waste troops, it was better to face him head-on, in a true duel.

"Warrior, step forward and state your name!"

"Me?"

Sakatsuki stepped forward, facing the old man with a blazing smile.

"A man of the present world, Sakatsuki!"

"What bright eyes, reminiscent of the man from the Battle of Ipsus..."

The old man murmured in admiration, then bristled with energy and bellowed.

"I am the old general under the Emperor, Antigonus!"

"Here and now—"

"Let us settle this!"

***

"...Where are we?"

Miyu and Saber stood back-to-back, gripping their weapons tightly as they warily surveyed the soldiers surrounding them.

Just moments ago, Saber had charged at Iskandar with her sword, but in a dizzying turn of events, Rider's figure vanished from her sight, replaced by the reality of being trapped.

"We were supposed to have broken through to the centre of the formation..."

"No one can fully control the battlefield, just as no one can fully grasp the truth."

A wise, aged voice spoke up. Saber and Miyu turned to see a spirited old man leaning on a staff, slowly approaching.

No introduction was needed. Anyone who had seen this old man once would know just how great a sage he was.

"The ancient philosopher, Alexander's teacher, Aristotle..."

Miyu's expression turned serious as the old man continued.

"My apologies, King of Knights, and young lady. For the sake of my now less-than-lovable student, I must ask you to exit the stage."

A divine magic circle, comparable to those of the Age of Gods, instantly unfolded. The sage, whose power surpassed even Iskandar's, swung his wooden staff without hesitation, summoning a rain of magical light!

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