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87.11% Reincarnated as a dragon egg in DxD with a Fate System! / Chapter 257: All the actors have appeared on the main stage.

Chapter 257: All the actors have appeared on the main stage.

Followed by Rider's roar, a golden light immediately appeared.

The light continued to flicker, and there was no longer any surprise in the spectators' hearts. It was no longer just a guess in the air that a fourth Servant (that would be five counting the late Lancer) had appeared in response to Rider's provocation. The terrible thing was that the beginning of the hostilities was already gathering four Servants, and a Master as powerful as the Servants. No one could guess what the turn of events would be.

As expected, the golden light came from 30 feet above, at the top of a lamppost, where a figure standing in shining armor was seen. Waver held his breath at the sight of such dazzling dignity.

"This subject is..."

He had seen him for only an instant the previous time, but there was no mistaking such an intense existence. The one standing calmly at the top of the lamppost was none other than the enigmatic Servant who had sent Assassin into oblivion with overwhelming destructive power the night before.

This could not be Caster, since his entire body was covered with armor. If he had materialized in response to Rider's call, it meant that he had the judgment to recognize a provocation as such, so he could not be Berserker.

By elimination, the only one left was the last of the three classes of Knights, Archer.

"I didn't expect that in one night, there would be two fools who would have the insolence to call themselves 'kings' and ignore me."

The golden Heroic Spirit seemed very upset from his first words, scorning those present with an angry look from above. His arrogance and tone was comparable to Rider's arrogance, but differed from the root. At no time was there any cruelty or lack of pity in the King of Conquerors' tone.

Even Rider did not expect someone more dominant than he was, as he rubbed his chin with a perplexed face devoid of malice.

"You are confused... I, Iskandar, am he who is well recognized throughout the world as the King of Conquistadors."

"You fool. The only hero in Heaven and Earth who is a true king is me. The rest are a bunch of commoners."

Archer shot him down with a statement that was much more than an insult. Of course, Saber's face was already drained of color. Still, the tolerant Rider let out a strange sigh, ignoring him altogether.

"If you want to say so much, could you introduce yourself first? If you're such a king, couldn't you be ashamed of your fame?"

In the face of Rider's taunt, Archer's red eyes filled even more with proud anger as he stared at the giant beneath him.

"Are you questioning me? A low trash questioning a king like me?"

Frankly speaking, Rider's point was reasonable, but apparently, Archer received it as incorrigible disrespect from his point of view. This was not a matter of profiting by concealing his true name, but, by his personal irritability, the golden Heroic Spirit was emitting a clear intent to murder.

"I yield to you the honor of my presence, and you still cannot recognize me; such ignorance is not even worth living."

After Archer's conclusion, the space around him was deformed into a mist - the next moment, the glow of beautiful swords began to emerge from the empty space.

There were swords drawn like spears. Each one of them is decorated with colorful ornaments, emitting a fierce magical power. It is clear that they are not common weapons, but Noble Phantasm.

No doubt this is identical to what happened the night before - the mysterious attack that unilaterally annihilated Assassin. All those who were watching Tohsaka's mansion the night before understood that.

"...hh"

Waver was petrified. The unseen Lancer Master swallowed noisily. Kiritsugu and Maiya, too, watching in the distance, felt the tension.

Mordred felt the danger coming from the swords that had come out of nowhere.

"Master..."

"Yes, that is the strongest Servant."

Gilgamesh...

Drako's senses only told him to get out of that place immediately. But, he was not afraid.

Meanwhile, a man, who like Rider and Waver, a Master, had followed Lancer's movements throughout the day, and was now watching from behind the scenes in the warehouse; while that man was spying on the battlefield through the vision of a familiar, he was staring at Archer's strange battle preparations.

Yes, he was undoubtedly the same. Archer was definitely the Golden Servant who had defended Tohsaka's mansion from the invasion of Assassin the night before; in other words, this was the Servant of Tohsaka Tokiomi.

"Haha, hahaha..."

With an ancient hatred burning in his one blood-red eye, Matou Kariya let out a laugh in the darkness.

Now was the moment he had been looking forward to. He had endured a year of living in hell waiting for this moment. Tohsaka Tokiomi...

Husband of Aoi, father of Sakura, and still the man who had trampled the mother and the daughter's happiness.

The hated and cursed enemy who took everything that Kariya had desired; who undid everything.

Now, the old resentment has been removed. This was the time to confront that man, turning into a sword the hatred boiling in his heart.

"Kill him..."

There was an unimaginable pleasure in filling his voice with hate. Now, Kariya understood the meaning of the saying "Vengeance is a dish best served cold."

Tokiomi himself can wait. First, his Servant must be demolished to make him lose the Holy Grail War. He felt a maddening enthusiasm at the thought of Tokiomi's face stained by the frustrating humiliation.

"Kill him, Berserker!! Pulverize that Archer!!"

At that moment, in another place, an unexpected flood of prana swept away in a roar.

As everyone watched, the flowing prana gathered and solidified, materializing in the shadow of a robust man.

The shadow stopped near the highway that had become Drako and Lancer's battlefield, two blocks away from the sea. Truly, this was a fantastic apparition that could not be described in any other way than as a "shadow".

By the width of the tall figure's shoulders, this was the body of a man, completely covered in full armor without any opening. But it was different from the silver armor that enveloped Saber or the luxurious armor of Archer. This man's armor was black. Without any delicate adornment, without any polished luster. Like darkness, like Hell; he was just a bottomless black. Also, the face was invisible, covered with a rustic helmet. Deep in a narrowly carved crevice was the horrible light of a pair of eyes with a gaze burning like a flame.

A Servant. That was determined. And yet, what Heroic Spirit was this sinister apparition about?

The black knight definitely had none of the "glow" that the other Servants who were already there kept. Artoria, Mordred, Diarmuid, and the King of the Conquerors, Iskandar, as well as the still unannounced golden Archer, all had that "glow". This is the expression of the pride of a Heroic Spirit. The honor of legends that all praise and yearn for. This is an essential element of his "Noble Phantasm".

But the recently appeared black knight had nothing of the sort. You could say that he was approaching Assassin. The darkness around the black armor definitely possessed a "negative wave".

Thus, more than a Heroic Spirit, he should be labeled a vengeful spirit...

Seeing both Gilgamesh and Lancelot's appearance, Drako couldn't help but smile.

"All the actors have appeared on the main stage."

[Inspect Status]

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[Gilgamesh]

Race: Demigod/Servant

Status: Normal

Lv: 50/100

Strength: 5720

Defense: 5720

Magic: 7150

Agility: 5720

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[Lancelot]

Race: Human/Servant

Status: Mad Enhancement

Lv: 50/100

Strength: 9676

Defense: 7741

Magic: 5805

Agility: 9676

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Chapter 258: Archer and Berserker.

"I guess you didn't invite this guy to the negotiation, Iskandar."

Drako carefully observed one of the strongest Servants of the Holy Grail War, Berserker. If he succeeds in killing him... the experience points he would gain would not be few.

"I don't think he's willing to negotiate," Rider replied.

Nothing but bloodlust flowed from the black knight. Even the swirl of prana seemed as threatening as a moan full of deep hatred.

"So, boy, what kind of Servant is that guy?" Rider asked Waver.

However, the little Master shook his head in amazement.

"I do not know. I just can't know."

"What? You are a Master, aren't you? Should his strengths and weaknesses be visible to you, huh?"

As a Master who has made a contract with a Servant, it is possible to read a Servant's condition with powers of clairvoyance. This is a unique ability given by the Grail that has summoned the Heroic Spirits. This does not work for Irisviel, being a false Master, but Waver, the rightful Master of Rider, is able to see through the abilities of other Servants and compare them to those of Rider, to guide him as efficiently as possible in battle situations. In fact, Waver already possessed a clear understanding of the powers of Saber and Archer. But...

"I told you I can't see it! The black guy is definitely a servant... but I just can't read his attributes!"

Rider frowned in suspicion after Waver's confusing explanation, and looked at the black knight again.

The armor of the color of darkness showed no characteristic trait, and gave no hint of the maker's lineage. -No, it is not just that there are no details that could be seen; everything is blurred.

It wasn't just Rider. Saber and Irisviel had noticed the same thing. No matter how scrupulously one looked, one could not accurately perceive Berserker's figure.

Like an unfocused photograph, the contours of the black armor were always changing, like fog, and you could see it double or triple. Somehow, the material of the armor looked like hallucinations. And it was not the only vision that was affected; also it reached the clairvoyance of the Masters. This must be a unique kind of spell that falsifies a person's true identity. For it was not a skill of the Berserker class.

Drako knew the reason for this.

For Someone's Glory: Not For One's Own Glory, one of Lancelot's Noble Phantasms.

In his Berserker variation, it manifests itself in a kind of dark fog. This prevents the Masters from being able to investigate its parameters. Even if he were to remove his helmet, his face would also be obscured and hidden from the eyes of others.

"It seems we have another troublesome enemy..."

Saber nodded to Irisviel's murmur.

"That's not all. Now with five opponents, we cannot make any careless moves."

In a real battle of all against all, the most reliable tactic is to wipe out those in numerical inferiority by concentrating efforts. Thus, if one were to show his weakness here and now, he might be forced into the worst outcome, a hopeless battle of four against one. In this case, not even Saber would have a chance.

Who will begin to attack whom, and who will seize the opportunity to make this move? And this is true for all Heroic Spirits.

Right now, Rider is not targeting anyone in particular. His purpose at this time will probably be to observe all the Heroic Spirits participating in the War of the Holy Grail. But as someone who does not know fear, he is the kind of man who would respond to anyone's challenge.

Archer clearly sees Rider and Saber as his enemies. It seems that the Golden Heroic Spirit does not find it pleasant that those two call themselves "King of Conquerors" and "King of Knights". His favorite target possibly is the one who provoked him, Rider.

The most troublesome ones in this place were the mysterious Mordred and his Master. Although Drako had already expressed his desire to destroy the Grail, no one could know his true feelings. Besides, he had already demonstrated enough power to kill a Servant, so special care had to be taken with him.

There remains one troublesome person.

Berserker. No one could figure out what the intention of the black knight was materialized here and now. It added to the fuss that no one could take control of the situation. No wise Master would think of condemning his Servant amid this chaos.

No doubt anyone would be equally cautious of Berserker, and even he was no exception. There was no doubt or hesitation in Archer's red eyes; he alone held an absolute rage and intent of murder as he looked down on Berserker.

The disgusting look of the black knight was fixed on him alone, standing on the top of the lamppost; undoubtedly the golden Heroic Spirit could see that.

"You, mad dog, do you expect pity from me?"

The look of the garbage is equally low and unclean. To be the target of this glance is an intolerable misfortune for a nobleman. For Archer, who claims the title of an even greater king than Rider, Berserker's bad manners made him a complete criminal.

All the swords and spears that looked like treasure changed direction. Now his points were entirely aimed at his new objective; that is, Berserker.

"You must at least entertain me when you are broken, you vermin."

A sword and spear fluttered in the air after the disheartening verdict.

Weapons coming out of nowhere fired without warning -this must be why the Heroic Spirit is an archer. But this rough Noble Phantasm was too abnormal. The Noble Phantasm, which should be a treasure for the Heroic Spirit, was being thrown so carelessly, as if you threw a handful of stones.

Yet, the destructive power was enormous. The surface of the road flew as if it had been hit by an explosive blast, and the scene was enveloped by asphalt dust pulverized into particles.

"...Kh!"

Everyone swallowed saliva anyway.

In the thick dust, the shadow of the dark, tall figure wavered in its visibilities.

Berserker was stopped intact. He had merely moved from his starting point, where the road had become a crater. Of the weapons thrown by Archer, the spear is the one that caused this, hitting its target after being slightly delayed. And the sword that should have reached its target a little before the spear had not caused destruction.

The reason for that would be that the sword was in Berserker's hands.

How many had observed the sudden offense and defense? At least Irisviel and Waver could not understand what had happened at that moment. Really - Berserker had grabbed the precious sword, the first attack launched by Archer, without much effort, and with his newly acquired weapon he had deflected the second attack, the precious spear.

"...That bastard, is he really a Berserker?"

Rider responded with a roar to Mordred's murmur.

"For someone who has given up his reason for madness, he is a remarkably skilled fellow."

A Noble Phantasm is a weapon for the exclusive use of the Heroic Spirit that owns it. Another Heroic Spirit holding it in his hands would not be able to handle it properly. Whether by miracle or by skill, it should be impossible to repel a consecutive attack so clearly in only one moment.

But still, more than surprise, apparently it was anger that was concentrated in Archer. All sorts of grimaces twisted his elegant face, stunned into a murderous frenzy.

"- How dare you touch my treasure with your dirty hands... You want to die so badly, you scoundrel!

The air around Archer began to dance again. Like a halo, a golden majesty turns in a circle to show a horde of new Noble Phantasm - now sixteen of them.

Not just swords and spears. There are axes, hammers and halberds. Even items of indefinite use or origin, sharp-bladed weapons of strange shapes.

Each one of them was polished like a mirror, and still possessed an enormous amount of prana flowing from them. None of them is below the level of a divine mystery... All of them, without exception, are certainly Noble Phantasm.

"That, it is not possible..."

That's what Waver thought out loud. And the other Masters and Heroic Spirits probably thought similarly.

A Heroic Spirit doesn't have to stop at just one Noble Phantasm. Sometimes, one can treasure three or four super-weapons that qualify as such. But none could have so many.

And here -Archer is throwing them one after another as if he had an inexhaustible supply of them. And none of them had even been seen in the battle against Assassin the night before.

"Let's see - how far this compulsive little thief can go!"

"Calm down, King of Heroes."

Someone actually dared to interrupt Archer.


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