The iron torrent scoured the land, Gilgamesh watched below cautiously and arrogantly.
The sky was azure, under the sunlight, his whole body in glorious and noble golden armor shimmered brilliantly.
This was the symbol of a king's identity. High-profile and arrogant.
Scarlet pupils contained killing intent and cruelty.
Berserker was not the same as the previous Lancer.
If it was just troublesome armor and high-level martial skills, he had countless ways to make this guy exit.
But—
"Projection, begin, continuous replication!"
As long as it entered the eye for an instant, whether it was a B-ranked Noble Phantasm or an A-ranked one, it would be instantly projected.
Identical Noble Phantasms clashed, a contest between counterfeit and genuine.
Actually, there was no need to care about Noble Phantasms A-rank or below.
What System Shirou needed to do was not show martial skill, but make the king angry. Cold and ruthless mockery, "What's wrong? Half-human half-god king, the quality of your Noble Phantasms has declined."
Casually copied sword, strengthened with magic, showed exquisite defense, nearly to an artistic level.
"Looks like, your Noble Phantasms aren't endless after all," Shirou moved freely through the rain of spears and bullets.
His posture, not inferior to Dog-bro, even more dashing due to the strong defense of the armor. He had several degrees more coolness than Dog-bro.
"Mere counterfeit," Gilgamesh was indeed angry, but not yet completely overwhelmed by rage.
He was cruel, "Faker! Fine, then come fight. Let you see, no matter how lifelike, counterfeit is still counterfeit!"
He completely abandoned the idea of drawing Ea.
To deal with this kind of guy, waking Ea from slumber was simply a humiliation to the king.
His body slowly rose into the high sky, above the clouds. Gilgamesh's voice, however, entered the ears of everyone on the ground with crystal clarity.
"If you can copy, then try it, faker! This king will erase them from this world without leaving a single one!"
The sky was dyed golden. The restless air seemed to turn daytime into night. But it was a night bright as day, countless golden stars flickering.
At this moment, Medea could no longer hide her shock. The plain face held only disbelief.
"Even if it's the entire world's treasury, this amount…"
'Thousands, or tens of thousands?'
The number was already irrelevant.
Extremely high quality, not a single one below C-rank.
If it were just that it might still be acceptable, then the projection used by Berserker, was no longer something magic could achieve. It must be a low-quality product produced by some kind of mutation.
In Fuyuki City, Illya connected to the Greater Grail, her magical power had almost reached inexhaustible levels.
Likewise, no matter how many Noble Phantasms you took out, System Shirou could perfectly, without any error, project them.
"Full projection, standby!"
Just a few dozen meters above the ground. From the sky, it looked like countless weapons grew from the ground.
Although counterfeit, from such a scene Gilgamesh found the feeling of once fighting Enkidu.
But, this was what made the King of Heroes most furious, "MONGREL!"
'A counterfeit, how could it be compared to my Enkidu.'
'How dare he!'
"TURN TO ASH BEFORE THIS KING, COUNTERFEIT!"
Endless stars fell from the sky, carrying the king's ferocity and wrath.
From afar, it looked like a meteor descending to the earth.
System Shirou's eyes were calm as still water, simply waved his hand, said emotionlessly and without a trace of agitation, "Unfreeze, full projection, fire."
Weapons shot up from the ground like fireworks, rapid and fierce, at the moment of collision with the stars, they indeed burst like fireworks.
BOOM!
The explosion roared through the sky almost without pause.
This kind of might could no longer be concealed by any bounded field.
———
Taiga, who was calling roll for class, confusedly looked up, ran to the window, "Huh? Is there some holiday yesterday and today? Fireworks keep going off."
"Fujimura-sensei, is it possible this is a gas leak?"
"What nonsense are you saying over there?"
The tiger roared, "Class time, hurry back to your seats!"
A student pressed to the window shouted, "Run! The tiger's angry!"
"You brats!", Fujimura bared her fangs and claws, grabbed the attendance list, and pounced at the students running around.
———
The sound of ceremonial cannons rivaled epic tales.
Yet, this wasn't the end, just a signal for the beginning. Beginning of a calamity caused by a single man.
"Ahahahaha, AHAHAHAHA!", Gilgamesh laughed wildly in the sky.
"Mongrel! Make this king more entertained!"
More, more, faster than raindrops, fiercer than hail, more disastrous than disaster, a prelude to doomsday's lament, Gate of Babylon fully unleashed.
Bazett was stunned, Medea speechless. They retreated outside the forest. Saying they'd help was pure nonsense.
This kind of battlefield, not ordinary magi, no, even other Servants couldn't intervene.
"Hey, Berserker's Master," Bazett, who once had confidence summoning Cu Chulainn, carrying a counterattack Noble Phantasm and confidence in her own martial skill, was now thoroughly crushed.
'Why are all the participants in the Holy Grail War this monstrous?'
She asked, looking defeated, "That Servant, exactly… who is he?"
"No idea," Illya stared intently at the sky, "Doesn't matter who Berserker is, because he is the strongest!"
Medea slightly moved her lips, said nothing.
At least in this Holy Grail War, she believed, indeed no Servant could rival them. Even the first-ranked Saber.
———
At the center of the battlefield, without activating Unlimited Blade Works, in the state where the King of Heroes had fully opened the Gate of Babylon, System Shirou's projections didn't necessarily keep up.
Missed ones, those with insufficient power, he ignored.
Those above A-rank would enter full defense mode.
After being taken over, Shirou watching it frowned slightly.
'System-san, this won't work going on like this.'
If Gilgamesh didn't use flying Noble Phantasms, even without Unlimited Blade Works, System Shirou had countless ways to get close to him.
But flying in the sky, even with superb archery, high martial skill, and great projection, if he couldn't fight in close range, it was meaningless.
At the same time, he finally understood why he didn't have Clairvoyance. Turns out that thing needed magical reinforcement of vision.
With magical reinforcement, Shirou, whose vision was already sharp, could clearly see Gilgamesh above the clouds.
["Cancel Hosting?"]
'???'
'What does this mean?', Shirou was a bit confused.
["After calculation, this projection exceeds A-rank range, please resolve manually."]
'Huh?', Shirou's head was still buzzing.
Suddenly, a huge black shadow appeared in the sky.
That was an incarnation of mountain-cutting and sea-burning. A divine weapon capable of severing everything.
"Ig-Alima!"
"Sul-Sagana!"
When the King of Heroes coldly spoke these short words, the ceremony heralding the start of war came to an end. Replaced by, a mythic war capable of forging epic tales.
———
The overwhelming disturbance finally caused Rin's side's battle to halt.
She stared in horror at those two weapons like divine giant armaments.
"Even if it's a miracle, this is way too exaggerated. It's still daytime!"
Not only Rin was about to lose it, the priest Kirei Kotomine also had a headache.
"Seems he's having a great time, Gilgamesh, actually reached the point of reckless abandon."
———
"Come then, counterfeit!!"
Gilgamesh was indeed having fun, laughed wildly with arms open and said, "Let this king see, how far you can go!"
"This really is…", Maintaining rational calm, Shirou looked up.
Even if Hosting was cancelled, the learned battle experience barely allowed him to sustain current demands.
But if those two Noble Phantasms fell, Fuyuki City might be annihilated completely.
This wasn't a joke.
The Horizon of Dawn that Purifies the Seas (Sul-sagana).
A purifying flame that can burn all. Under the sword light of this weapon, whether good or evil, sky, sea, or opposing entities, all would be equally dissolved.
This was the ultimate armament that could divide the sky and burn all seas.
Green Field Cutting Through the Thousand Mountains (Ig-Alima).
Divides heaven and earth, with an absolute concept; even a leaked sword flash could easily cleave a thousand mountains.
This was a divine-forged weapon.
A weapon Shirou could not comprehend or replicate.
'System-san, this way of failing at critical moments… is exactly like that rich lady.'
No time to complain more, Shirou opened his palm.
Blue magical power, azure magic circuits pulsed.
The number of stored weapons was already enough.
His projection, in essence, wasn't projection, but shaping the image in his heart.
Just as Medea had said, it was simply a defective magic produced by Unlimited Blade Works.
Therefore.
Trigger pulled.
Magic circuits fully opened.
"Projection, begin!"
Eyes scanned rapidly.
Even if it couldn't be fully projected, just the outer shell was enough.
"Ig-Alima, Sul-Sagana!"
BOOM! BOOM!
Doom seemed to descend.
Above the sky, the firmament was split.
Morning turned to dusk tinged with sunset.
Trees were uprooted by the aftermath.
The ground cracked inch by inch.
"No! Even this place!", Medea carried Illya to an even farther location.
Bazett: "?"
'What about me!'
"Almost forgot about you, tomboy," Medea flashed back, face showing dislike like seeing a stray dog no one wanted.
Bazett fell silent.
———
"Not enough, still not enough!", Shirou withstood the immense explosion heat and leaped into the air.
Under the shocking collision, the projected shell had cracked. At this rate, the two weapons would eventually fall.
"Projection!"
Holy sword, Durandal!
Durandal, wielded by Roland, chief of Charlemagne's twelve paladins, from The Song of Roland. A weapon as gorgeously forged as Excalibur, symbolizing authority and might.
A high-quality Noble Phantasm Gilgamesh brought out to break his armor.
Shirou instantly modified and equipped it.
"Unlimited Blade Works!"
Noble Phantasm true name release comparable to A+ rank.
Like a nuclear explosion, a giant energy sphere appeared in the sky. It kept expanding. It destroyed everything around it.
Gilgamesh's scarlet eyes half-squinted, Gate of Babylon launched another full attack.
He did not intend to give Shirou any breathing space.
"Die, mongrel!"
"Full projection replication!"
Magic poured out like it was water. Fireworks continuously bloomed.
'Yet, still not enough!'
Two divine arms, and now one more remained.
'Again!'
"Projection, begin!"
Once again, blue light condensed in hand, the classic spiral sword appeared.
Modified, equipped.
Then, fired!
BOOM!
"Unlimited Blade Works!"
Matching the divine-forged shells and two unleashed true-name Noble Phantasms of A+ power, smoke engulfed the battlefield.
The divine armaments finally stopped in the sky.
Before Shirou landed, he recalled, 'Vimana, analyze, reassemble!'
'Modify, concept extract, imagine, create!'
'Six beats completed!'
'Final step, forge!'
"Projection, begin!"
Click!
At the moment the gun trigger was pulled, a crystal card representing his personal mount appeared in his hand.
Inserted into the belt.
'Emperor Domain activated!'
"Emperor's Steed!"
A silver mount with gold trim, its head roaring like a battle dragon, sped toward the horizon.
Before Shirou landed, it caught him and flew into the sky.
Light and flame clashed, weapons collided. The main theme of the battlefield was explosion. Flames dyed the sky red.
He rode the Emperor's Steed, breaking through the clouds.
"Gilgamesh!", Without hesitation, Dog-bro(Lancer)'s magic spear appeared.
Martial feat complete, combat skill loaded.
"What?", Gilgamesh was shocked.
Furious and startled gaze swept toward his mount.
"So that's how it is!"
Before Shirou stabbed out the magic spear, teleport Noble Phantasm and Vimana appeared.
"This armor isn't counterfeit? It's… growing continuously!"
Two Servants who weren't Riders, riding their mounts in the air, began a chase.
Golden streams intertwined.
Infinite firepower clashed.
Gilgamesh's Gate of Babylon kept launching Noble Phantasms backward, Shirou returned each one without missing.
And even controlled the Emperor's Steed to launch magic blasts.
"Damn!", Defensive Noble Phantasm appeared, Gilgamesh turned, furious, "To think you pushed this king to such a degree."
He had previously rested easy not using Ea. Because he was in the sky, the other couldn't get close. But now…
"Very well, this king admits you are strong," He spoke, pulled out a key from the treasury.
"Don't think so!", Shirou equipped and shot the magic spear.
"Unlimited Blade Works!"
"Useless faker."
Full defense.
A key twisted in the air and dense red lines connected the sky.
"To make this king bring out Ea, be proud, counterfeit!"
The moment he grasped Ea, Gilgamesh turned, showing a cruel smile.
Ea began to spin.
The wind pressure splitting the world, unstoppable, instantly swallowed Unlimited Blade Works's blast.
"Crush him, Ea!"
Without the true name release, it was simply swung.
The sky seemed to crack.
Shirou, riding the Emperor's Steed, retreated, countless Noble Phantasms fired beside him, performing Unlimited Blade Works.
"What's wrong, mongrel? That's all you've got?", The King of Heroes laughed wildly and questioned.
Tides turned.
Chains of Heaven appeared.
Indeed, against non-divine Servants, they were just sturdy chains.
To someone like Shirou with strong stats, they could easily be broken. Yet, what Gilgamesh needed was just that instant.
"This king wins, faker," A cruel smile appeared on King's face.
Ea moved forward, ruthlessly released.
"I shall perform this final blow as a parting gift to you!"
"I will tell you of the beginning."
"Heaven and Earth split, nothingness praised creation, my Sword of Rupture cleaved the world!"
"Mortar of the stars, heaven's hell is the eve of creation's celebration."
"Now you shall die and be silent..."
"ENUMA ELISH!"
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