Faker and Gray's team's exit completely ignited Iskandar and Waver's desire to survive. Influenced by this, the race finally entered a white-hot stage.
All the contestants on the track went crazy, speeding at full throttle while using every possible ans to interfere with their opponents.
Their goal was singular — to win!
This desire also sped up the comntary from Olga Marie and Illya, their voices growing more excited and high-pitched.
"This is the Holy Grail War! This is the Holy Grail War!"
"No matter what kind of race it turns into, the participants' beliefs remain unchanged. They've proven through their actions that they deserve the title of Master and Servant. Let's give every contestant our respect."
Of course, so people outside the race were still a bit of a buzzkill, like—
"Hey, Doctor over there, could you stop slacking off and do your job properly?"
The person being called out was leisurely enjoying tea made by a maid acting as a nurse, sitting by the track and enjoying the breeze. Upon hearing the complaint from his Master, he casually replied.
"Don't be so tense. Lancer and Faker's treatnt is already finished, and none of the racers are in trouble. Just let relax for a bit— Pffff!!"*
Before he could finish speaking, a loud explosion shook the air, and a fireball rose in front of him, causing Roman to spill tea all over his face, looking utterly ridiculous.
"Uh, what did you just say? No trouble?"
Olga Marie burst into laughter, not hiding her joy at all.
"Ahh, this cross-country race has been full of disasters. Now another team — no, two teams — are in trouble. It's the two leading Archer teams! Because they fought over the track, the Get Money and Sunny Miles cars crashed into each other and exploded. Let's take a look at the replay."
With a race this exciting and rare, how could there not be a replay? The photography equipnt inside and outside the track was top-tier, and capturing replays was the basic procedure.
Due to the special effect of the Noble Phantasm Feng Shui Disk, the racetrack was no longer just a two-lane road but had turned into a narrow path barely wide enough for one car to pass. When Get Money took the lead, Gilgash's intent was obvious: block everyone else behind him.
Of course, no one behind him would accept that. Luvia was the first to object, and so Karna unleashed the full power of Mana Burst: Fla for a sudden acceleration, intending to overtake Rin.
Unfortunately, the path was too narrow. As the two cars entered the narrow passage, they collided. Due to the extre heat of Fla of the Sun, Get Money exploded first. Ironically, one of the debris pieces from the explosion lodged itself into the fuel tank of Sunny Miles, causing it to explode as well.
The passage Gilgash created benefited the two Saber teams trailing behind them. As for Iskandar and Waver — sorry, their car was too big to fit through the narrow passage. At least not until Iskandar blasted a new path with lightning.
Though Rin and Luvia weren't injured thanks to their Servants, they were disqualified from the race. Both fiercely competitive won were in foul moods and imdiately started arguing.
"This is all your fault! If you hadn't blocked the track, this wouldn't have happened!"
"Our fault? If you weren't so greedy, creating such a disgusting track, we wouldn't be in this ss!"
"That track was made for us!"
"How ridiculous! The track belongs to everyone!"
"Stare!"
"Glare!"
Thus, thunder clashed with fire.
"Alright, that's enough. Injured parties, go rest."
Two bandages shot out, instantly wrapping Rin and Luvia like mummies, and they were carried away by a few following nurses.
The doctor, now quite skilled at binding people with bandages, smiled warmly at the two golden Servants.
"You two as well, don't just stand there. Would you care to join for tea and snacks? The tea the nurse made is quite good."
"Very well," Karna nodded slightly.
Gilgash, a bit curious, glanced at Roman and chuckled.
"Hahaha, you boring fellow, you've learned to enjoy life, eh? Fine, let's go with your suggestion. We'll head to the finish line and wait. I doubt you'll need to intervene anymore."
With a wave of his hand, the Vimana appeared, carrying them into the skies, prompting Olga Marie to sigh.
"I suppose it's a good thing the Archer teams are out?"
The rest of the race unfolded just as Gilgash had predicted. Though it remained intense and competitive, no major incidents occurred. The remaining contestants managed to complete most of the race without any more surprises.
...
"After a tense and fierce competition, the race is finally nearing its end," Olga Marie, though sowhat fatigued, was still brimming with excitent.
"I hope it can end peacefully like this," Fiore mumbled under her breath.
"Who will be the first to make it through the final turn? Let's wait and see—ah, here they co!"
"Block the way!"
Iskandar, who had finally caught up, shouted.
"I'll overtake you at this turn!"
Artoria fiercely twisted her handlebars, sticking close to the inner edge of the track.
"Blocking is useless! Saber, cooperate with . We'll go airborne!"
"Understood!"
Artoria shifted her weight backward, causing the front of her car to lift high. A powerful upward gust caught the bottom of the vehicle, and the two of them, along with their skateboard, were propelled into the air.
"Victory is mine!!" shouted three different kings simultaneously.
"No, we'll be the ones to overtake you."
Suddenly, a low voice rang out, accompanied by the roar of what sounded like an airplane engine and the crisp clinking of chains.
It was the Pegasus, cutting through the gap between the three cars like a phantom, with two purple-clad won aboard, taking the lead.
"They're still in the race?"
"Damn! A grandma's bike? How dare they be so bold!"
"But...but that speed?"
The three teams that had been overtaken were left dumbfounded.
"My Riding skill is A . Even a bike is no challenge for ! And with Monstrous Strength... hehe, hehehehe!"
"Here we have it! The first to clear the final turn is, surprisingly, the Pegasus, a team that has kept a low profile throughout the race! This is truly astonishing. But it's still too early to call the winner. Great King, Llamrei II, and Macedonian Conqueror are all still close behind, and the rankings could change at any mont. The final 500 ters are here! Who will claim victory?"
"Do you even need to ask? It's us!"
Several voices echoed the sa sentint, and then—
"Waver, hang on tight! The final onslaught is here!"
"Master, please allow to unleash my Noble Phantasm!"
"Illya, hold onto ! I'm going to use my ultimate move!"
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