"AHHH!"
Letting out a scream was only natural. Anyone falling from ten thousand meters high, with their face about to smash into the ground in that posture, couldn't possibly stay calm.
Atrum Galliasta's performance could be considered decent.
At least he still thought of using magecraft to make his death look a little better.
"Damn it, it's too late!", With a twisted expression, he closed his eyes, cursing Gilgamesh's ancestors up to eighteen generations in his heart.
Just when his face was only one millimeter from the ground, his foot was grabbed by a hand with a strength that nearly crushed it.
"ARGHHHH!"
Another scream of misery, this time his face was generously planted on the ground.
Wearing a suit, with an arrogant face, Gilgamesh jumped in from outside the courtyard wall of the Einzbern Castle.
The barrier set up by Medea, to him, was as easy to cross as a street.
"Mongrel, bark again and this king will kill you," Gilgamesh's red eyes showed only brutality, no anger.
As if this man was an ant on the carpet of his palace, stepping on him would only dirty the luxurious red carpet, not bring the slightest joy.
"What did you say?", Atrum Galliasta's face twisted, "You damn Servant— Uh?"
Atrum Galliasta looked down and saw magecraft piercing through his heart, mouth wide open.
There was no doubt of fear in his eyes, and he pleaded, "Save me…"
Boom!
Hellfire appeared.
In less than a second, Atrum Galliasta was completely turned into charcoal.
"Tch!", Cú Chulainn released his spiritual form and appeared at the main gate near the courtyard of the castle.
He held his spear, mockingly said, "So ruthless, if I'm not mistaken, he should be your former Master, right, Caster?"
"Shut up, watchdog," Medea's sharp voice appeared from above the castle.
She floated in the air, wearing a cloak, with an extremely gloomy face.
'Even though the barrier was hastily set up, this Servant with a physical body can enter without care. He is definitely not simple. Just who the hell is this?'
"Hmph!", As if sensing Medea's wary gaze, Gilgamesh sneered in contempt, his eyes unusually cruel as he said, "Who allowed you to stand higher than this king? Mongrel!"
With his words came four golden doors, swords, axes, halberds appeared from inside.
"That is?", Medea's face showed shock.
"Four Noble Phantasms."
Whoosh!
Iron arrows shot out from the doors.
Ding~ Ding~ Ding~
With exquisite technique, blue lightning flashed past.
The red magic spear, with a speed beyond human perception or even capture, knocked away each of the iron arrows before they could hit Medea.
A nimble figure landed, a beastly aura fiercely radiating, Cú Chulainn grinned, but there was no smile on his face.
"What's wrong, vixen, too scared to move?"
"Tch!", Medea bit her lip, disdainfully said, "That kind of attack, I could have dodged it myself…"
Before she finished, a sharp gale almost tore her skin.
The blue beast(Lancer) gathered strength underfoot, shattering the floor beneath, leapt up, and roared, "LOWER YOUR HEAD!"
Medea didn't obey, instead activated her magecraft, and in an instant, hundreds to thousands of magic circles appeared.
Mana burst forth, light bullets fired. The sky was dyed purple for a time.
"Damn woman!", Cú Chulainn cursed.
Even Medea's magic circles could attack him.
No choice, he quickly twisted his body and used runic magecraft.
As flames exploded, he used the aftermath from the clash of great magecraft and Noble Phantasm to land.
His spear thrust forward. Absolutely fast with absolute explosive power.
All incoming Noble Phantasms were knocked away.
Gilgamesh began launching attacks indiscriminately.
Possessing the armor of evasion, he didn't need to deflect much of the incoming projectiles; most he could easily avoid.
After a few breaths, the assault ceased.
Three people; Cú Chulainn on the ground, medea in the air and Gilgamesh, who summoned Vimana and looked down on the two from above.
He was now wearing the golden armor he once prided himself on.
Cú Chulainn had no interest in the golden shiny guy, instead pointing at Medea with displeasure, "You, were you trying to kill me too?"
"Hmph!", Medea snorted coldly, "Watchdog, don't fly up so senselessly. Without footing, what difference are you from a live target?"
"Tch!", Cú Chulainn shouldered his spear, spread his hands, "Seriously, no idea why Berserker wants to team up with someone like you. Besides a foul mouth, do you have any merits?"
"Don't act like you're amazing," Medea's lips curled with sarcasm, "That self-important entrance of yours, if not for Berserker, we might've all been wiped out together. What, Lancer, is that your pride as a hero?"
"Can't say for sure," Cú Chulainn raised an eyebrow, "If Berserker had teamed up with me, it might've been different. At least my Noble Phantasm should be able to pierce Saber's heart in one strike."
"Tch!", This, Medea really couldn't argue back.
She already knew Cú Chulainn's true name.
———
"What a bunch of mongrels who don't know their place," From above, Gilgamesh's veins bulged, and in the next second, the sky dimmed.
"Bask in the glory of this king. To not gaze upon this king, and dare look elsewhere, is a sin deserving of death a thousand times over."
Overwhelming Noble Phantasms, a steel torrent worthy of being called a flood, launched with crushing force.
Cú Chulainn's expression shifted slightly, finally getting serious.
These Noble Phantasms, some of them couldn't be dodged even with his armor of evasion.
He pointed his spear downward and shouted, "Caster, no time to argue, I'll handle this guy. You take the Master and leave first."
If he had to worry about the people in the castle, he couldn't go all out. Even attacking together with Medea would be meaningless.
But if Medea took the others and left first, he could fight at full power and had confidence to kill this flashy golden Archer.
"Don't die too fast, watchdog," Medea's expression turned grim. She finally realized this Servant wasn't some ordinary figure.
'Archer, huh?"
'Why was he picked up by that idiot Magus?'
"What nonsense are you spouting, Caster," Cú Chulainn sneered, "I'm just saying your presence is affecting my performance."
Magical energy flowed along the tip of his spear, and Cú Chulainn unleashed his god-tier martial skills to the limit.
"Clown, should act like a clown," Gilgamesh looked at the two with disdain, "In front of this king, who allowed you to leave?"
The fourth wave of gates opened.
Golden light filled the world.
The aura within far exceeded the previous three waves.
Cú Chulainn's pupils slowly dilated, he finally felt how troublesome Gilgamesh really was.
He couldn't help but laugh coldly, then shook his head helplessly, "Man, there's really nothing I can do about my luck."
"This is bad…", Medea's face drastically changed.
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