—Boom!!
Golden light painted the dark night sky a brilliant gold. From above, countless Noble Phantasms rained down like a storm, crashing into the ground with deafening explosions.
The air and earth were saturated with dense mana.
Within kilometers of Ryuudou Temple, the relentless blasts and earth-shaking force jolted Fuyuki's residents from their dreams in panic.
Terrified and chaotic, they fled toward the city's edges or huddled in underground shelters, trembling, praying for rescue.
Fuyuki plunged into terror, a dark shadow looming over its people.
That day, the city's residents recalled the fear of war's dominion.
High above, thousands of meters in the sky, blinding golden light and explosions continued unabated.
The radiant Vimana, the Boat of Brilliance, erupted with its most dazzling golden flames.
No longer a mere transport, the mythic airship unleashed its full might on this brutal battlefield. From its sides, devastating firepower burst forth, its mana glowing like a meteor shower, relentlessly pounding the scorched hills below.
—Boom!!
Ear-splitting thunder roared, the catastrophic explosions plowing the earth like the Bull of Heaven. Fuyuki's buildings trembled, skyscrapers swaying.
Knowing the Queen of the Land of Shadow's unmatched martial prowess, Gilgamesh avoided close combat with the ancient warrior. Instead, he kept his distance, unleashing full firepower.
Using Vimana's advanced mobility, he hovered in the heavens, deploying ancient weapons and the full might of his Gate of Babylon for saturation bombing, aiming to negate Scáthach's strengths and exhaust her stamina and mana, ensuring his invincibility.
He even employed Fantasy Collapse, a tactic reserved for his dearest friend, to maximize damage and corner the Queen of Death.
This time, Gilgamesh shed his arrogance, analyzed the situation, and fought with full commitment.
His strategy was sound.
Though a top-tier Servant, Scáthach lacked divine artifacts or legendary Noble Phantasms. Myths described her simply: 'She slew gods as a human, her martial skills reaching the pinnacle.'
This placed her among the elite Heroic Spirits, but compared to the golden king, who wielded countless mythic treasures, she fell short.
Scáthach was confident that if Gilgamesh dared fight her up close, she could pierce his heart and brain in moments, tearing apart his arrogant mouth.
But, having tasted her causal spear, Gilgamesh refused to give her that chance.
Vimana's ancient warheads and the Gate's relentless barrage met the battle with his utmost strength, aiming to overwhelm Scáthach without leaving room for a comeback.
The plan worked well, Gilgamesh exploiting his advantages flawlessly.
But he hadn't anticipated Roy hijacking his Command Spells. With multiple Command Spells and infinite mana, Scáthach defied expectations. Not only did her martial prowess shine, but she unleashed continuous Noble Phantasms, matching Gilgamesh's aerial assault. Roy's uncanny defenses thwarted Gilgamesh's bombardment, allowing them to counterattack.
—Whoosh!
—Whoosh!!
Two piercing sounds cut through. Two crimson spears sliced the sky, targeting the once-unreachable golden throne.
"Useless! You think two pinnacle spears can touch me? Don't be naive, Shadow Hag!!"
Gilgamesh sneered at Scáthach's counter, planning to dodge with Vimana's speed and resume his high-ground assault.
But he didn't expect…
As he focused on Scáthach, burning through Command Spells and mana, Roy, the overlooked mage, played his part, coordinating with Scáthach for a precise strike.
—Whoosh!!
Seeing the crimson spears speeding toward him, Gilgamesh squinted, preparing to ascend. But a sudden weight from the earth slowed him, his heart sinking.
"Not good!"
Even Vimana felt the suppression, amplified by its size and mass, far beyond his expectations.
"Rise, Vimana!!"
He unleashed Vimana's full power, its emerald wings spreading to break the earthly binds.
But that fleeting mistake decided the battle's course.
Though Vimana broke free, it was too late.
The crimson spears tore through the black smoke, their Command Spell-enhanced power rivaling Fantasy Collapse. Locking onto Vimana from different angles, their cause-and-effect property ensured a hit.
Vimana's core—its heart—was doomed to be pierced, a fate even Gilgamesh's treasures couldn't alter.
"You wretched mongrels!!"
Furious, Gilgamesh watched the spears close in on his golden ark.
—Boom!!
A deafening blast. The spears pierced Vimana's core, detonating its mana. The blinding light, shockwave, and mushroom cloud spread from Ryuudou Temple, shaking half of Fuyuki.
The explosion rattled the city, shattering countless glass windows.
Fleeing residents were thrown to the ground by the earth-shaking force. Staring at the golden sky, their eyes filled with dread, their worldview shattered by this mythic battle.
It was fleeting, yet overwhelming.
…
"Bullseye!!"
Below, Scáthach looked up at the dazzling flames, her beautiful face lit with joy.
"That crippled his pesky mobility. But did it hurt the King of Heroes?"
She murmured, recalling her spears.
Her doubts didn't linger, answered by action.
"Hmph, foolish mongrels! Think that attack could truly harm me? Naive!!"
From the exploded flames, a scornful snort echoed. A golden figure shot down like a cannonball, landing nearby, raising clouds of dust.
The ground bloomed with radiant petals, layers shielding Gilgamesh at the center. Falling from the heavens, unscathed despite his grim expression, he stood.
Blazing Sevenfold Ring A
Mocked repeatedly by Scáthach, his beloved mount destroyed, Gilgamesh's rage peaked.
These two dared humiliate him so…
Unforgivable!!
"You mongrels… quite capable, dragging me to your level again…"
Gilgamesh's low voice dripped with killing intent, his crimson eyes fixed on the pair like a predatory beast.
"Are you ready to face my wrath?!"
"Hah? Still clinging to your meaningless pride? King of Heroes, are you mad because you were pulled from your lofty perch?"
Scáthach mocked, unfazed by his threats.
"If so, your magnanimity is lacking, worse than the false king you scorn. Quite pathetic."
Tired of his repeated threats, Scáthach stood unfazed. In this battle of era-defining heroes, his words couldn't intimidate.
Just as Gilgamesh blocked her spear and Vimana's explosion with his Sevenfold Ring, Scáthach, with Roy's tenfold angelic defense, negated his devastating Fantasy Collapse barrage.
The first round of this mythic battle ended.
Scáthach's side spent Command Spells; Gilgamesh lost his strongest mount and several Noble Phantasms.
Though one side burned limited Command Spells and the other limitless treasures, destroying Vimana curbed his cheating mobility. Yet, Gilgamesh had the edge.
But the enraged golden king didn't see it that way, his eyes blazing.
It had been ages—alive or now—since he felt such fury.
Despite fighting seriously with the upper hand, they seized an opening, forcing him to the ground, a humiliation his pride couldn't bear.
The temple was gone, the earth scarred, half the city ruined by his rampage, the hills flattened into ash.
Yet, the three combatants stood unscathed, showing no fatigue.
For them, the apocalyptic clash was a mere warm-up.
No one knew how many treasures lay in Gilgamesh's vault or the extent of Scáthach's martial prowess. Their human-like bodies held godlike power, leaving mortals trembling.
Roy, gripping his staff, was no mere mortal.
Surviving Gilgamesh's first barrage and coordinating with Scáthach to destroy Vimana, he was no longer just a mage or collectible but a mortal enemy in Gilgamesh's eyes.
Though a mage wielding a divine artifact, Gilgamesh sensed a growing threat, potentially surpassing Scáthach.
He realized—
This wasn't an ordinary mage. His mana and magecraft rivaled a first-rate Caster Servant. Both he and Scáthach must be targeted to win!
With that, Gilgamesh's crimson eyes locked onto the easier target: Roy.
Sensing his intent, Roy raised his staff, unleashing his mana in full response to the King of Heroes.
High-Speed Divine Words
An Age of Gods auxiliary magecraft from the Mage of Flowers activated. A complex incantation poured forth.
"—Thou art the kingdom, power, and glory, unto eternity. Amen."
"Y-H-V-H, Almighty Lord."
The Philosopher's Stone atop his staff blazed with mana, the pre-set hall ritual beneath glowing brilliantly.
Before Gilgamesh could act, the chant continued:
"Before me, Raphael; behind me, Gabriel."
"To my right, Michael; to my left, Uriel."
"A pentagram burns before my chest, a hexagram shines at my back."
"By divine will, manifest the Lord's seal, embodying the omniscient, omnipotent."
"From the void, summon the transparent angels of land, sky, and sea. Protect me, kindle the flame of defense, wield the sword of conquest."
"—Amen."
Under High-Speed Divine Words, the complex chant finished instantly. Despite Gilgamesh's attempts to interrupt, he was too late.
Red, blue, green, brown—fire, water, wind, earth—four elemental colors erupted on the scorched earth, scattering Gilgamesh's golden Noble Phantasms. A blinding white light rose from Roy, the transmutation array spinning, fulfilling its role.
As if heaven's gates opened, a divine miracle descended.
Guided by the oracle, four angelic shadows, wielding elemental swords, emerged, charging the ancient king.
The mage, orchestrating this divine reenactment, stood coldly behind them.
Raising his miracle-forged staff, he guided his guardians in a supreme assault against the golden king.
"My Master's full of spirit now…"
Seeing the four archangels behind Roy—stronger, larger, more defined than against Saber—Scáthach knew this was no longer a skirmish. She had to go all out.
"Let's begin round two, King of Heroes."
Without wasting words, Scáthach raised her spear in her signature stance.
"That move again!!"
Gilgamesh's brow twitched at the incoming Gáe Bolg.
"Don't you mongrels have anything new?!"
This relentless pair stuck to their brutally effective tactic.
"Scared, King of Heroes?"
Roy smirked. "If you're ready, we're attacking. We've taken quite a beating, after all~"
Though a question, Roy didn't wait for consent.
In an instant, the four angelic shadows surrounded Gilgamesh, drawing elemental swords to strike.
Blazing flames, torrential tsunamis, tearing gales, sinking earth—four distinct forces assaulted him.
—Whoosh!!
"Go, Gáe Bolg."
Scáthach's crimson spear shot forth, aimed at Gilgamesh, venting her resentment from his barrage.
"Scared? Laughable! You mongrels are boundlessly arrogant!!"
Facing their taunts and onslaught, Gilgamesh's veins bulged. Raising both hands, he swung down.
"Mere false gods dare face my endless radiance? Crush them—Green Horizon that Cleaves a Thousand Mountains (Ig-Alima)!!"
With his roar, golden ripples appeared above the scorched earth. The mountain-cleaving sword fell with a booming gust, smashing the crimson spear into the ground.
"Blocked so easily?"
Seeing her spear buried, Gilgamesh's furious eyes flickered with confusion, surprised at the ease.
But the four oncoming angelic attacks left no time to ponder. After intercepting Scáthach, he dodged while summoning his strongest counteroffensive.
The black night sky turned golden again.
"Now, I'll purge these false gods!!"
Gilgamesh grinned maniacally.
—Buzz!!
Countless golden waves rippled in the sky, gates aligning like stars. A golden storm swept the ruined land, colliding and exploding.
Like slaying the Bull of Heaven with Enkidu, the golden king, done with games, was fully serious.
Myriad Noble Phantasms poured from Babylon's gates, dyeing Fuyuki's night a golden dawn. The treasures were rolling waves, sweeping all in their path.
If his earlier attacks were serious, this surpassed reason—a walking calamity.
How many gates filled the sky?
Roy didn't know, nor did Scáthach. Even Gilgamesh might not know. The gates merged into a colossal portal to the golden capital's treasury.
Each exploding Noble Phantasm left a massive crater. How many did he unleash? Hundreds? Thousands? Tens of thousands?
In his enraged state, numbers didn't matter. The sky's treasures fell like waves in a golden sea, uncountable.
"Guess we really pissed him off… but isn't this a bit much?"
Raising his staff to maintain defensive magecraft, Roy watched the multiplying gates, his brow twitching.
Despite his words, he remained calm, countering Gilgamesh's onslaught with full force.
He's truly enraged…
The assault was far stronger than expected, but—
I can handle it!!
Amid relentless explosions, Roy's barrier wavered but held.
'To destroy, first drive them mad.'
This is just the beginning…
Keep venting your rage, King of Heroes, for this is your final revelry.
Blood trickled from his mouth, his raised arm trembling under the mounting pressure.
Despite his preparations, he was barely holding on, far from the ease he projected.
Like the Sun King nearly burning Tokyo to ash in another timeline, Gilgamesh unleashed comparable destruction.
Blood flowed, the golden waves rolled on, engulfing Fuyuki's sky.
Day or night blurred, the city swallowed by the golden tide.
Secrecy was forgotten in this mythic war, the world painted a golden dawn.
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