Fate: Hero of Justice Takeover-Chapter 137: [] Unfading Light of the Lake

[Fate Compendium Updated.]

[Condition 3: Free Lancelot from Madness. (Completed)]

[Condition 3 Reward: 'Unfading Light of the Lake' Full Projection (1/1)!]

[Hidden Condition: 'Resolve Lancelot's Emotional Burden.' (Completed)]

[Hidden Condition Reward: Proof of the Round Table!]

After lying dormant for dozens of Chapters, the Fate Compendium finally showed some activity. Sakatsuki glanced at the message and said, "Explain what the 'Proof of the Round Table' is."

[Proof of the Round Table: After receiving acknowledgement from the King of Knights or recognition from more than half of the Knights of the Round Table, this proof activates and transforms into an inherent skill.]

[Once the skill is activated, the 'Knight of the Round Table' trait is obtained, allowing one Parameter (excluding 'Luck') to be increased by 1 Rank. Once decided, it cannot be changed.]

[Additionally, after defeating other Knights of the Round Table, this proof will be enhanced.]

"So, it's some kind of credential, huh? I didn't expect such a strange reward."

Sakatsuki muttered, then suddenly stopped in his tracks.

A golden beam of light descended from the sky, landing in front of Sakatsuki. The heat it carried turned the sand on the ground into crystalline form.

"Who's there?"

"Stop right there, young man."

An old man with a cane spoke, his voice full of vigour.

"A wise man does not solely pursue happiness but strives to avoid unhappiness. This is not a place for you to vent your battle lust."

"Oh? Aristotle, is it?"

Sakatsuki hoisted his red spear, his expression mocking.

"I happen to know a scholar named Archimedes, whom I've killed several times."

Faced with such an insult, the priests around Aristotle stirred, but the old man himself remained calm, raising his hand to signal for silence.

"If it's that misanthropic scholar you're talking about, I'm not surprised you had a reason to kill him. But young man, don't underestimate this old man."

One after another, golden magic circles floated into the air. The old man, whose class was "Caster," quickly chanted incantations, while the priests around him also recited prayers, channelling their mana into the old man. Together, the power of the magic circle behind Aristotle grew increasingly terrifying.

Faced with the full power of the sage, Sakatsuki merely frowned and sighed.

"Honestly, I prefer fighting warriors. Mages like you should be dealt with quickly... So, sorry about this."

A mysterious card appeared in Sakatsuki's hand, which he slapped onto his chest.

"Phantasm Summon, Install."

The card flipped, revealing an image of a figure holding reins and driving a chariot. The image instantly enlarged, overlapping with Sakatsuki.

"Lend me your power, Rider!"

A pure white, winged Pegasus reared up, its iron chains clattering. The tall young man leaned low on the horse's back, slowly removing the blindfold covering his eyes.

Under the influence of the Class Card, his eyes turned into a bewitching crimson gold, as if blood flowed within them.

"Cybele, activate!"

Under the petrifying gaze, anything with Magic Resistance of C-rank or lower would be petrified unconditionally. Even if the body wasn't petrified, those affected would have all their abilities reduced by one rank.

Unfortunately, even Aristotle himself did not possess Magic Resistance above C-rank.

Thus, the moment the blindfold was removed, everything Sakatsuki saw was destined to be petrified.

But Sakatsuki didn't stop there. He flicked the reins and unleashed his Noble Phantasm.

"Bellerophon!"

The mythical Pegasus let out a melodious neigh, and with a gallop, it transformed into a shining meteor, charging toward the immobilized Aristotle and his priests.

Faced with the silver meteor, Aristotle, whose upper body was already petrifying, stroked his beard and couldn't help but laugh.

"Hahaha, to lose in an intelligence battle... A Mystic Eye and a mythical Pegasus... I lost fairly. So, how will you handle what comes next?"

He was, after all, a scholar. Fighting wasn't his style. If it weren't for the fact that he hadn't seen his students in a long time, Aristotle wouldn't have answered this summon.

The silver light engulfed everything. When the power of the Noble Phantasm dissipated, the ancient Greek sage and the Egyptian priests had vanished into the wind and sand. Sakatsuki, still riding Pegasus, didn't stop. He galloped back to his companions.

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"Sakatsuki?"

"No time to explain, get on!"

He scooped up the startled Saber and placed her behind him. Miyu obediently squeezed into Sakatsuki's arms. Lancelot looked left and right, only to be suddenly bound by iron chains and flung into the air, dragged away with a scream.

Just as Sakatsuki and his four companions swiftly retreated, the magic circle, now overloaded with the mana from Aristotle and the priests, shattered. A terrifying burst of mana erupted, like a nuclear explosion, sending a mushroom cloud soaring into the sky.

"Hmm, didn't make it in time?"

Iskandar watched as the four emerged from the explosion's radius, his eyes showing little surprise.

"But still, thank you, teacher."

"Great King, the divine barrier is complete. Those modern weapons won't harm our army anymore!"

"Good!"

Having forced Sakatsuki to reveal two of his trump cards and expend a significant amount of mana to unleash his Noble Phantasm—it was time.

Raising the Sword of Kupriotes, Rider shouted.

"All troops, charge!"

"Uraaaaaa—!"

The war cries echoed like tidal waves as the soldiers charged forward, heralding the beginning of the final battle.

After a wild ride to the tower where Kariya and Irisviel were, Sakatsuki finally slowed down. He dismounted with the others to regroup.

The sound of the approaching army grew louder, the shouts in different dialects and slang announcing the arrival of the decisive battle.

"Brother, they're charging."

Miyu softly reminded.

"I know."

Sakatsuki said, ignoring Lancelot's resentful gaze. He patted the knight's shoulder with a smile.

"It's up to you, Knight of the Lake!"

To survive until the end of the King's Army, they had to rotate roles, conserving mana while dealing as much damage as possible.

Lancelot, who had just experienced a rollercoaster ride, glared at Sakatsuki but said nothing. Instead, he stepped forward and drew the holy sword bestowed upon him by the Lady of the Lake.

All extraneous emotions vanished. Under the radiant light of the holy sword, Lancelot's face showed a fanatical devotion.

"This is my chance to atone, to free myself from a lifetime of regret and remorse!"

"I will hold my head high and wield this sword on the battlefield—under the glory of my king, I need only swing my sword!"

"Arondight Overload!"

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