Kapitel 229: Judgment
'Gilgamesh...'
Arkhan thought of that famous name and squinted his eyes as he gazed at the dazzling golden king atop the streetlamp. Judging from his extravagant attire and arrogant tone, it seemed like this Archer Gilgamesh hadn't changed much.
'So far, five Servants had already appeared...' Arkhan pondered silently.
"Hey, you with the shiny gold over there!" Iskandar yelled while pulling out his sword and pointing it at Gilgamesh with evident displeasure. "What's that supposed to mean? I, King Iskandar, am a well-known conqueror."
"Ridiculous! Throughout history, the only true king worthy of the title is me, alone, above everything." Gilgamesh sneered. "As for the rest, they're just a bunch of mongrels."
"One-third human, two-thirds god..." Arkhan quipped at Gilgamesh, smiling with his pitch-black eyes devoid of warmth. "Speaking of mongrels, you're not that different, Gilgamesh."
"Gilgamesh? The King of Heroes?!" Waver exclaimed with wide eyes as he heard Arkhan's words. Soon, a shiver ran down his spine as a strong sense of danger surged within him.
*BOOM!*
A cold killing intent descended, like thousands of swords pricking at everyone's skin.
"A mere mongrel with quite the audacity..." Gilgamesh's voice remained calm, but anyone could hear the underlying anger, like a volcano that had been suppressed for too long, ready to shake the entire world when it erupted!
*Hummm—*
Many golden ripples emerged behind Gilgamesh, radiant gold illuminating the entire world. Various uniquely shaped weapons slowly emerged from the ripples, exuding heavy pressure and a majestic atmosphere.
"How is that possible!" Waver widened his eyes in an instant. "Those are all Noble Phantasms, right?!"
Typically, Noble Phantasms represented a Heroic Spirit's existence through historical facts and anecdotes, born from human imagination as their core. Limited by their class, each Servant should have a finite number of Noble Phantasms. However, Gilgamesh effortlessly displayed so many Noble Phantasms without batting an eye.
This was simply unfair!
"Ahh, so that's the Gate of Babylon, huh?" Iskandar mused, rubbing his chin as he eyed the golden ripples. After pondering for a while, he patted Waver's head. "Hold tight, Master, it's time to make a run for it."
"Huh?!" Waver widened his eyes, looking back at Rider. "Didn't you say we were here to conquer them?"
"Haven't you seen? That guy's already pissed off." Iskandar pointed towards Gilgamesh with his chin. "Inside that thing are the prototypes of every Noble Phantasm in history. I wouldn't mind if he threw them all out on me, but, Master, your safety would be a different story."
Thinking about being turned into Swiss cheese by hundreds of Noble Phantasms, Waver shivered and quickly grabbed Iskandar's cloak.
"What are you waiting for? Let's go!"
"Guhahaha! Let's call it a day for now, dear mages and heroes who have descended upon us. We shall meet again another day!" Iskandar laughed heartily and drove his divine chariot towards the distance. Despite retreating, he still managed to display a triumphant aura.
"Saber, maybe we should retreat too..." Irisviel said with a hint of worry.
Gilgamesh who wielded hundreds of Noble Phantasms was too overwhelming for her. Even though his target was Lancer, he didn't seem like the kind of man who cared about collateral damage. Staying here would risk everyone.
Artoria hesitated, glanced at the distant silver figure, and shook her head slightly.
"You go first, Irisviel. I'll stay here and see what that man's really got up his sleeve."
Since Lancer could easily reveal Gilgamesh's true name, it indicated a significant understanding of his abilities. Choosing to provoke Gilgamesh under these circumstances meant Lancer either was a fool or had the confidence to counter that golden man.
"Well... understood. Saber, be careful." Irisviel said reluctantly, looking worriedly at Artoria before leaving.
"Kayneth, you planning to retreat too?" Arkhan reminded Kayneth through their contract. "The next battle might be dangerous, and I might not be able to protect you."
"...Don't embarrass me, Lancer." Kayneth answered, then retreated as quickly as possible.
"I know."
In the blink of an eye, the entire dock area emptied. Artoria stood on the edge, observing the two Servants—one silver, one gold—facing each other.
Gilgamesh stared at Arkhan indifferently, his crimson eyes revealing an icy chill. A cruel and sinister smile soon tugged at his lips.
"Arrogant mongrel, pay the price for your audacity!"
*Whoosh!* *Whoosh!* *Whoosh!*
In an instant, hundreds of Noble Phantasms emerged from the golden ripples, like projectiles whistling toward Arkhan. Each one held a storied history and formidable power, even if thrown casually, far surpassing the imagination of an ordinary person.
In the black depths of Arkhan's eyes, the relentless torrent of weapon rain reflected itself. However, his expression remained unchanged.
"Finite are all things, Illusions are fleeting and ephemeral, and therein lies the reality."
Arkhan's deep voice echoed through the heavens and earth.
"Void Archives - Seventh Plural Mimicry, Rain and Heaven!"
Like the Gate of Babylon, instead of golden ripples, countless black holes surrounded by golden rings emerged from behind Arkhan. In the next moment, hundreds of golden spears emerged and launched out like a golden torrent, colliding with the oncoming weapons.
*BOOM!* *BOOM!* *BOOM!* *BOOM!*
Continuous explosions echoed through the air, and the dazzling light banished the darkness. If it weren't for Kayneth's preemptive bounded field concealing the area, such a tumultuous disturbance would have already roused the entire Fuyuki, possibly mistaken for a gas leak.
'Gate of Babylon?' Gilgamesh furrowed his brow slightly. 'No, that's not the Gate of Babylon. It's a Noble Phantasm I've never seen before, and those spears are also the same...'
This was not normal. According to the norm, his Gate of Babylon should contain prototypes of all Noble Phantasms in the world. Yet, the Noble Phantasm that Lancer unleashed at this moment was not in his collection.
"Destruction is not brought about by ignorance and foolishness but by arrogance and pride."
As Arkhan spoke, a black spear materialized in his hand, its black and profound tip shimmering with the edge of death.
"Thinking that a treasury can contain everything, believing that having clairvoyance can see through all, you are the true arrogant one, Gilgamesh."
"Now, it's time for you to face judgment."
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