Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

The classic sci-fi car from the movie "Back to the Future" seems to be able to accelerate time travel...

Sure enough, Solomon was as lucky as ever, even to the point of being enviable.

You're asking why an Israeli, who's clearly of West Asian descent, is considered more European than Europeans?

Wait a minute, it seems that America, who is currently the richest woman, is entirely controlled by Jewish financial groups...

So, in a sense, it's normal for their bloodline to seem European, given that they are the ancestors of the Jews...

Just as Samael was observing the enemy situation and muttering to himself, the countdown lights in front of the track began to jump wildly.

Left with no other choice, the ancient snake had to temporarily suppress its emotions, crawl into the car, start the engine, and prepare for the race.

"Due to the financial difficulties of the Church and the Magic Association, please drive carefully."

As the engine roared, the male host, Kirei Kotomine, who had been relegated to a supporting role, read his script indifferently, looking exactly like a corporate slave who was forced to perform and was eager to leave work.

"3, 2, 1..."

Cat Princess, who is very passionate about her job, takes on the main responsibility and captivates the atmosphere with her professional skills.

"On your marks, get set..."

"Wait, someone seems to be missing! Where's the fox? Where did that dead fox go?"

With the race about to begin, Samael, gripping the steering wheel and keeping his eyes peeled for all directions, noticed that the outermost lane was still empty and couldn't help but speak up in surprise.

"run!"

However, that question was quickly drowned out by the sound of the starting gun and the excited cheers of the audience.

"Swish swish swish!"

In an instant, the five race cars roared off and sped away. Seeing that he was a step behind, Samael didn't have time to think and was about to step on the gas to accelerate when a rumbling sound came from the hillside to the side of the starting point.

"boom!"

At the same time, a muffled explosion suddenly rang out from the dense forest. A shell, with a crisp sound of it being ejected and a trail of orange flame, grazed the edge of Samael's vehicle and roared forward.

The ancient snake stiffly turned its head and, through the rearview mirror, was shocked to see a thing with a long cannon barrel and painted in military green rumbling across the road amidst the broken grass and trees. Its eyes widened and its lips went dry.

Damn it, an M1A1 main battle tank!

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Chapter 191 Don't Underestimate a Fox (4.2k)

"Boom!"

On the winding mountain road, a muffled, thunderous explosion resounded, and charred soil mixed with hot shrapnel flew everywhere.

The first to be hit, the super-intelligent Formula Asurada, was pierced by shrapnel amidst a series of clanging and metallic sounds, sparks and black smoke billowing from its body as it staggered and crashed into the guardrail beside it.

The sudden explosion also affected other drivers who had started racing nearby. Some stumbled and spun around like drunkards, while others slowed down amidst the dust and debris.

Wow, a great start!

At this moment, in the driver's seat of the M1A1 main battle tank, Koyanskaya looked out the observation window at the chaotic scene, and couldn't help but smile, turning her head back charmingly and clicking her tongue in admiration.

"Your Highness, well done! I must say, you have a real talent for destruction."

"..."

Faced with these words, whether praise or sarcasm, Anastasia rolled her eyes at the vixen.

"Then let's keep going, keep firing, and wipe them all out!"

Wearing a neat, dark brown military uniform and a Russian-style woolen cap, Koyanskaya didn't seem to care. She grinned, revealing two small canine teeth, and stared at the flashing lights on the radar screen with a sinister smile.

As the tank gunner, the princess, upon receiving the order, immediately suppressed her initial frustration, swiftly rotated the turret, re-aimed, and quickly locked onto the target speeding along the mountain road.

"Left deviation 15 degrees, wind speed normal, temperature normal, humidity normal, 120mm main gun loaded!"

Although this was her first time experiencing it, for some reason, she felt a strange sense of familiarity with the steel beasts and heavy artillery in front of her. After only a cursory glance at the instruction manual and a few hands-on exercises, she easily got the hang of it.

(P.S.: The voice actress for the princess, Yumi Hara, also voiced another famous anime, *Girls und Panzer*, where she drove a tank—a perfect fit for her profession. Another famous role she played was Albedo, known as the disgrace of succubi.)

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

In an instant, the M1A1 main battle tank swept aggressively across the mountain road, adjusted the turret angle, and three shells roared out from the Rh-120 120mm 44-caliber smoothbore gun.

Due to its superior performance, the revitalized Formula Asurada, once powered up, remained in the lead, naturally becoming the primary target of hatred.

"Warning! Warning! High-speed heat source approaching from behind! Number three! Trajectory calculation in progress, optimal route generated, take emergency evasive action!"

Fortunately, with the assistance of the vehicle-mounted satellite full-map and the super artificial intelligence A1, Irisviel, who foresaw the approaching danger, demonstrated the superb driving skills of Fuyuki, immediately raising her hand to turn the steering wheel and stepping on the accelerator to the maximum.

"Thorn..."

With a screeching sound of tires, the super-intelligent Formula car on the track, like a star streaking across the night sky, sped forward in an S-shaped trajectory, the intense friction with the air even causing the car body to gleam faintly.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Instantly, under the absolute speed and sensitivity of the super-intelligent formula, the three whistling shells grazed the Alasda line, missed their target, and crashed into the road, exploding into dazzling bursts of fire.

Comets, comet running methods?

Samael stared at Alasda as it sped away, its trajectory so familiar, and he was speechless with astonishment.

At this moment, the lingering smoke gradually dissipated, leaving the scene in a mess.

Although Alasda escaped unscathed, the other contestants who followed him were in for a terrible time.

King Solomon was lucky; his DMC-12 only had a broken rearview mirror and a few scratches on the door.

Scáthach's Fenrir Wolf, thanks to its small size and high speed, successfully avoided the bombing core area, but its front and headlights were inevitably dented and battered, making it look quite pitiful.

The Toyota pickup truck in Iskandar had its windshield completely shattered, and the bare frame on the front of the truck creaked and swayed in the cold wind.

The most pitiful were Rin Tohsaka and Ereshkigal, who were riding their little motorcycles and wobbling along the road.

Under the powerful shockwave, the defenseless scooter crashed headfirst into the guardrail and predictably overturned. The two people were thrown off the scooter by the inertia, one landing in the grass and the other hanging on a treetop.

"Om~~~"

A moment later, the chilling sound of the turret turning rang out again.

Damn it, that damn fox, is it never going to stop?!

Finally, after a series of sabotages, the M1A1 main battle tank aroused public outrage.

"Keep going! Once we've eliminated everyone in front of us, we'll be number one!"

Koyanskaya, already addicted to the game, didn't care and continued to give orders with great enthusiasm.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

In an instant, a barrage of shells rained down on the target ahead.

"Boom boom boom!"

In an instant, explosions erupted and flames soared into the sky, turning the once beautiful racetrack into a Syrian-style battlefield.

Repair fee...

On the podium, Kirei Kotomine stared at the potholed road, his facial muscles twitching as he deeply felt the pain of cleaning up the mess left by these people, a middle-aged corporate slave.

At this moment, seeing the course of the competition becoming increasingly absurd, Solomon, unwilling to get entangled any longer, immediately activated the thrusters of his futuristic vehicle, unleashing an arc of light and, at an exaggerated speed, flung away the cannonballs and swiftly escaped the battlefield.

"Bazette!"

Immediately afterwards, Scáthach burst out from the smoke and fire, saw the rapidly approaching shell through the rearview mirror, a hint of disdain on her brow, raised her hand to press a button, and spoke coldly.

Immediately, the designated seal executor in the back seat pulled out a handy alloy longsword from the weapon boxes protruding from both sides of the black motorcycle, turned around and slashed down.

Click!

In an instant, the blade flashed, and the hard shell was neatly split in two by this high-tech weapon. It flew past the speeding Fenrir wolf and crashed into the mountains and ravines on both sides, exploding with a deafening roar.

"Master, you drive!"

At the same time, Conqueror kicked open the deformed car door, unceremoniously tossing the moving pickup truck to his little master. He then climbed onto the back of the Toyota pickup, grinned maliciously, set up his beloved Gatling gun, and decisively pulled the trigger.

"Ta-ta-ta-ta!"

High-speed bullets sparked with dazzling orange light as they struck the air, forming a line in mid-air. Several whistling shells, under the frenzied barrage of the Gatling gun, exploded in mid-air, turning into clusters of brilliant flames.

Even though some escaped and ended up nearby, the battered pickup truck, like an eel in a pit, remained standing despite the intense flames and explosions.

Oh my god, I misjudged!

This thing isn't just a simple beat-up pickup truck; it's clearly an African war machine that can outrun tanks by mounting machine guns, recoil cannons, and rocket launchers—the favorite of those black men!

Samael looked at the pickup truck on the mountain road, which was drifting around under the fire of an M1A1 main battle tank and fighting back and forth with the opposite side. He couldn't help but raise his hand to his forehead and mutter to himself.

"boom!"

Just as the ancient serpent was immersed in the explosive scene that resembled a war movie, a shell that landed nearby startled him awake.

Damn, I was so engrossed in watching that I forgot I was still at the starting point and right in the battle zone of these fighting gods.

Seeing the increasingly intense battle between African pickup trucks and American tanks, Samael, as if waking from a dream, immediately started the engine and sped onto the track.

"86! It's 86! 86 has finally made it up the mountain!"

Hearing the excited cheers from the cat princess, Samael, who was driving, stumbled and nearly hit his head on the windshield.

If you didn't know better, you'd think he was racing cars on Mount Akina.

"Currently, Alice is in first place, far ahead; the Caster group in second place is working hard to catch up, and the Lancer group in third place is not to be outdone..."

However, Cat Princess, who was in charge of the live broadcast, obviously didn't understand the meaning of these words, and instead focused the camera on the intense competition, providing professional live coverage.

"Currently, the fourth-ranked Rider group is engaged in a fierce battle with the Assassin group and has been overtaken by 86! And the fifth..."

Cat Princess stared at the big screen, slightly taken aback, a strange glint appearing in her eyes, and couldn't help but mutter to herself.

"Fifth place is actually Archer's group, who were almost eliminated! They hitched a ride! They actually used a hitching a ride tactic! How shameful!"

"What's shameful about it! This is a competition! We can use any despicable means as long as we win."

Rin Tohsaka rolled her eyes at the cat princess behind her and couldn't help but snort softly.

"Hey, do you dare repeat that again with such confidence?"

At this moment, Samael rolled down the car window and looked at the two motorcycle duo clinging to his rearview mirror with one hand, his face turning dark.

He was driving in his 86s, and without Takumi Fujiwara's skills, he was already having a tough time.

But these two, instead of helping him, actually stole from his car, adding two extra burdens to his load.

However, this level of criticism is something that a certain shameless goddess is already immune to.

Even when Rin Tohsaka saw Samael roll down the car window, she couldn't help but reveal a sly smile. She casually put her pale arm on the car door, making it easier for her little motorcycle to accelerate along with the Panda 86.

"Oh, thank you. My hands were so sore, this feels much better now."

"..."

Samael, forced to bring his family along and struggling to support three people, twitched slightly and remained silent.

If it weren't for the fact that they were old acquaintances, the ancient snake would have been tempted to jump out of the car door and shove the two hermit crabs clinging to his car.

However, before Samael could even open his mouth to complain, Cat Princess on the stage had already spoken out his malicious sentiments on his behalf.

"Tsk tsk, what tenacious vitality, what shameless behavior! This is simply a desecration of fair competition!"

fair play?

Hearing the resounding criticism, Rin Tohsaka glanced at her pink grocery-getter motorcycle, then at the super-intelligent Formula E that was so far out of sight that even its exhaust fumes were no longer visible, and at the DMC-12 and Fenrir Wolf that were now just afterimages. Her eyes were filled with malice and uncontrollable rage.

"Fair my foot! You shady cat, trying to cause trouble? I've put up with you for too long!"

Rin Tohsaka, who had reached her limit, wished she could roll up her sleeves right there and then catch that stinky cat on the stage and pluck all its fur off.

She clearly likes cats, but this one in front of her just looks utterly repulsive.

"Archer, no, no, we're still in the game! The game is the priority!"

Ai Lei, sitting in the back seat, quickly restrained her agitated younger sister, reminding her to be patient and focus on the present.

Rin Tohsaka took a deep breath, calmed herself down, patted the little red motorcycle beneath her, and urged him through gritted teeth, her face filled with tragic determination.

"Go, Maanna! You have to prove me wrong and teach those stinking cats a lesson!"

Whether it was a trick of the eye or not, Samael, who was driving alongside, glanced back and vaguely saw that cute little scooter for grocery shopping, its headlights glowing softly, as if giving a firm response.