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Chapter 113 The End of Arrogance
Deep in the forest outside Einzbern, the once lush and towering ancient trees have now been completely reduced to a barren wasteland.
Centered on Arthur and Gilgamesh, the area within a hundred meters seemed to be brutally plowed by an invisible giant scythe.
There were no trees, no grass, and even the rocks on the ground were crushed into fine powder by the terrifying magical shockwave.
The air was filled with a pungent, burnt smell and a high concentration of magical residue.
"clang!!!"
The deafening clang of metal clashing exploded again, and a visible ring of air instantly cleared away the surrounding dust.
Gilgamesh's crimson serpentine eyes were filled with rage.
Faced with Arthur's ghostly advance that cut into a blind spot, he was forced to draw a Divine Kite Shield from the Gate of Babylon to parry.
However, the blade of Arthur's sword is imbued with the berserk magic of the red dragon!
boom!
A violent force traveled through the shield, and Gilgamesh felt a tingling numbness in his arm.
He was so shaken by this pure force that he slid back several meters, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ground.
"You bastard who only knows how to wield brute force like a savage beast!" Gilgamesh roared.
His most prized Gate of Babylon projectiles were completely dodged or deflected by the man before him with terrifying intuition and storm-like swordsmanship.
Once drawn into close combat, his spiritual foundation, which was not proficient in martial arts, was simply unable to suppress this red dragon in human skin.
This feeling of being forced into a defensive position subjected the most ancient king's pride to an unprecedented challenge.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
Gilgamesh completely abandoned his plans for close combat, and the golden ripples behind him instantly doubled in size.
Dozens of spears, swords, and scythes shot out from point-blank angles toward Arthur's vital points, forcibly forcing him back.
"Gilgamesh, it seems that your confident pronouncements about punishment will not be able to be fulfilled as you wish."
Arthur calmly dodged and weaved through the torrential rain of Noble Phantasms, the gale of the Wind King's barrier deflecting all the blades aimed at his vital points.
His emerald green eyes held no contempt, only the extreme calmness and focus required for battle.
"Shut up!! You damn freak!!"
Gilgamesh's reason had been completely consumed by rage.
Even a clay figure retains some earthiness, let alone the King of Britain who commands the Knights of the Round Table.
Arthur also unleashed his true fury, the gale rapidly compressing on his blade, and golden light began to flicker in the center of the storm.
That was a sign that the Star Sword was about to unleash its power.
Beside Gilgamesh, space began to distort violently, and a dark red cylindrical sword hilt slowly emerged from the deepest part of the Gate of Babylon.
He would use the sword of discord that cleaved the world to wipe out this arrogant living being and this entire forest!
However, just as the two were about to reveal their final cards...
"Boom!"
With a deafening roar of thunder, the Divine Wheel, crackling with violent electricity, descended from the sky and crashed heavily onto the ruins at the edge of the battlefield.
Iskandar, the Conqueror, stood atop his chariot with his arms crossed, like an iron tower, his red cloak fluttering in the magical storm.
A terrifying aura, a mixture of yellow sand, hot wind, and the roar of tens of thousands of troops, radiated outwards without any concealment.
"Gentlemen! It's time to call it a day for this entertainment!"
Iskandar laughed loudly, but his eyes were extremely serious.
"If you intend to settle this between life and death here, then I, the king, cannot stand idly by."
My soldiers are eager to flatten this battlefield completely!
Webber hid inside the chariot, overwhelmed by the colliding forces of the three kings' magic, unable to breathe, and covered his ears tightly, trembling.
Gilgamesh paused slightly in his hand holding the hilt of the sword Ea.
"You bastard, how dare you interrupt my battle with this monster!"
If you draw Ea while fighting Arthur, and Rider, that brute, treats you like a gladiator, or even drags you into the melee...
This was an enormous insult to Gilgamesh!
He would never allow his most precious possession to be liberated in such an aesthetically unappealing manner.
Gilgamesh's eyes flashed with extreme disgust. This execution, which was originally intended as a unilateral punishment, had turned into a farce.
His pride wouldn't allow him to perform like an actor in front of this audience.
"……snort."
With an extremely displeased snort, Gilgamesh released his grip, and the dark red hilt of the sword disappeared back into the void, along with the golden ripples that filled the sky.
"Consider yourself lucky, you outcast. My treasure will never be displayed to you in this muddy swamp filled with the smell of cow dung, in front of these uncouth people."
Gilgamesh gave Iskandar a cold glance before turning his murderous crimson gaze back to Arthur.
"Treat today as the luckiest day of your life."
Golden spiritual light emanated from beside the Hero King, and he made his final declaration in a tone that was both superior and filled with absolute killing intent:
"I will crush you utterly with true despair on a stage worthy of your execution, you mongrel!"
Seeing Gilgamesh stop, Arthur also let out a long breath. The golden light on the blade gradually faded, and the gale re-weaved into an invisible scabbard.
Arthur paid no heed to the death announcement of the oldest king… he was used to it.
He sheathed the holy sword at his waist, straightened his collar which was somewhat disheveled from the intense battle, and regained his gentle yet unapproachable demeanor.
"I accept your challenge, King of Heroes." Arthur's eyes were clear.
"When that moment comes, I will use the holy sword in my hand to right your treasure in a righteous manner."
Gilgamesh snorted coldly, then completely transformed into golden spiritual particles and disappeared into the forest they had personally destroyed.
The wind finally stopped on the ruins.
"Ah, what a pity. I thought I would be able to witness the two strongest trump cards." Iskandar stroked his large beard and looked at Arthur.
"But King of Knights, to be able to force that arrogant Gilgamesh to the point of pulling out his trump card, you are not only a wise ruler, but also an extremely terrifying warrior."
"You flatter me, King of Conquerors. Thank you for your intervention just now; otherwise, this forest might have been completely wiped off the map."
Arthur nodded slightly in acknowledgment, but the next second, his eyes narrowed.
He keenly detected the magical fluctuations emanating from the direction of Einzbern Castle.
That was the release of Artoria's magic, and another sharp aura belonging to Lancer.
There are also a lot of faint, malevolent magical remnants mixed in with the shadows!
"The castle has been attacked!" Arthur's expression instantly turned serious.
"It seems Fuyuki City is destined to have no peace today." Iskandar had clearly also noticed the commotion in the distance.
"Excuse me, King of Conquerors, I'll go check first."
Without hesitation, Arthur unleashed golden magic beneath his feet, transforming himself into a golden meteor as he sped toward Einzbern Castle.
Rumble!
Iskandar also departed on his divine wheel.
With the departure of the kings, the storm of magic subsided completely, leaving behind only a desolate wasteland.
A gentle breeze swept by, stirring up clouds of dust.
In the midst of this deathly silence, a steady, heavy footstep echoed as it trod on charred, withered wood.
Kirei Kotomine, dressed in his black monk's robes, emerged from the shadows of the forest like a ghost.
His face, which was as hard and expressionless as a rock, now showed an extremely complex expression, as if he were struggling violently.