Chapter 94: Tonight's pretender? The killing intent of the Command Curse!
The continuous, violent roar tore through the port's night sky, plunging the Servants present into a deathly silence.
Amidst the swirling dust, a raging figure emerged, still fixated on the Hero King who stood alone on high.
Gilgamesh looked down at the surrounding area, which had already become ruins—
Roads, warehouses, containers—nothing was intact.
He reined in his fury, his eyes slightly narrowed, and his voice was bone-chillingly cold.
"Enough! You mongrel, repeatedly challenging the King's authority, you have thoroughly extinguished this King's interest!"
Behind Gilgamesh, golden ripples spread wildly, engulfing the entire port in an instant!
The several Master and Servant pairs observing from afar were all shocked, gazing in awe at the world-destroying scene.
Iskandar lightly patted Weber's back in comfort, but a hint of slighted anger flashed in his eyes.
"Is that flashy golden guy serious? Is he planning to take us all out at once?"
Diarmuid's body tensed, his twin spears crossed protectively in front of Kenneth, as he warned in a deep voice.
"Please be careful, my Master, do not leave my side."
Artoria gripped her slightly trembling Holy Sword, and a rare look of worry appeared on her usually stern face.
In her current state, could she truly protect Irisviel from this overwhelming assault?
She subconsciously turned her head, looking at Arthur, who was not far away and remained calm and composed, even having the leisure to look up at the anomaly in the sky.
Several immense magical energies fiercely collided above the port, as all sides prepared to meet the barrage of the Gate of Babylon.
The next moment, Gilgamesh suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze shooting like an arrow towards the southeast, filled with endless shock and disdain.
"Do you think mere advice from a subordinate can quell the King's wrath! Tokiomi, how dare you!"
Before he finished speaking, the Hero King raised his hand, and the sky-full of Noble Phantasms suddenly dissipated.
He didn't even glance at the black-armored berserker, still growling and roaring, but instead shouted at the leisurely Arthur in the distance.
"State your name! You are worthy of dying by this King's hand!"
Everyone's gaze was instantly drawn by Gilgamesh's furious roar, all focusing on Arthur.
Clang!
Arthur plunged his Holy Sword into the concrete ground, holding the hilt with both hands, and responded loudly without changing his expression.
"Lionheart King Richard I. A pleasure to meet you, the oldest Hero King, Gilgamesh."
"Lionheart King!?"
"Hero King!?"
Everyone's eyes shifted between Arthur and Gilgamesh, their faces a mixture of realization and confusion.
Weber cautiously poked his head out from the Gordius Wheel, gazing at Arthur, whose true face was unclear, his eyes flickering with a faint blue light.
...
Class: Caster (Magus)
Master: ???
True Name: Richard I
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
—Ability Parameters—
Strength: B
Endurance: B
Agility: EX
Mana: B
Luck: C
Noble Phantasm: A
—Class Skills—
Territory Creation: B
The ability to construct a magical workshop, essential for the Caster class.
However, due to an incorrect summoning, he can only construct defensive fortifications resembling sturdy castles.
Item Construction: B
Can create items imbued with magical power. Due to his wide range of interests in life, he possesses some insights and can apply them effectively.
—Personal Skills—
Lionheart: A
A manifestation of courage, an ability born from fearlessness and bravery, capable of arousing caution and fear in enemies, and boosting allied morale.
Myriad Talents: A
Anecdotes of exceptional talent displayed in various fields such as martial arts, arts, and romance.
Anything he liked during his lifetime was B-rank or higher, and even when encountering something for the first time, he could quickly Master it.
Divine Speed: A
Lightning-fast movement speed. As the battle continues, his Agility value will become higher and higher.
...
Weber's eyes suddenly widened, sharply grasping the key point, and he exclaimed in surprise.
"Incorrect summoning!?"
Other Masters also detected Arthur's "false" information through their respective means, and for a moment, their minds were in turmoil.
Which amateur Master was responsible for this summoning?
To actually incorrectly summon the famous Lionheart King as a Caster?
A Caster who excels in swordsmanship, has EX Agility, and martial arts that have reached the realm of gods?
Is this even reasonable?
This is simply a joke!
The Hero King ignored the surrounding discussions. He gazed deeply at Arthur, then dissipated into golden particles, vanishing without a trace.
With the initial target gone, the black-armored berserker's heavy breathing slightly subsided, and its eyes, burning with madness, swept over everyone present.
After a brief consideration of the subtle connection between Arthur and Artoria, it charged violently towards the latter without hesitation!
The black-armored berserker was unstoppable, its single stomp cracking the concrete ground inch by inch!
Black and red magical energy gathered in its palm, forming a monstrous spear that it brought down with a fierce slash!
Artoria dared not be careless in the slightest, decisively raising her sword with one hand to block, retreating continuously.
At this moment, Arthur, observing from afar, was deep in thought, carefully scrutinizing the wild, black-armored berserker.
He was bothered by that earlier aggressive gaze.
Even though the opponent had fallen into madness, its choice of target was not random, but clearly directed at him and Artoria.
'Unfortunately, King Arthur and I have too many similarities, so I can't filter out more specific information for now.'
'Hmm?'
A sudden turn of events stirred Arthur's heart.
Just as Artoria was struggling to withstand the black-armored berserker's storm-like onslaught, Diarmuid, wielding twin spears, suddenly arrived, confronting the black-armored berserker.
"This is far enough, Berserker!"
Diarmuid raised his Gae Dearg, pointing its tip at the gasping black-armored berserker, and coldly declared.
"There is still an unfinished battle pact between the King of Knights and me. If you insist on interfering, I will no longer stand by idly!"
At these words, a look of gratitude flashed in Artoria's eyes, and Iskandar, who was driving the Gordius Wheel, also showed approval.
In contrast, Arthur and Kenneth's expressions were, to say the least, increasingly dramatic.
The former looked as if he was watching a reckless fool who couldn't grasp the situation, a rich hint of amusement curving his lips.
The latter, however, made no secret of the gloom on his face, coldly questioning.
"What are you doing, Lancer? Now is the perfect opportunity to defeat the King of Knights!"
Facing his Master's question, Diarmuid unexpectedly adopted an extremely serious expression, and said solemnly.
"I, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, swear by the honor of my former life, that I shall defeat the King of Knights fairly and honorably!"
"But, my Master! Please, at least allow me to have a fair duel with the King of Knights!"
The Servant's stubborn words made Kenneth's face turn ashen. He suddenly raised his hand, and commanded with a voice devoid of warmth.
"[By Command Spell, Lancer, assist Berserker, and immediately slay the King of Knights!]"
In an instant, the spear tip turned.
Two sharp spear-lights tore through the air, one after another, heading straight for Artoria!
Danger, suddenly escalated!