Chapter 93: Collective Exposure! Black Armored Beast?
Boom, boom, boom!
Arthur, moving with the wind, transformed into a golden stream of light, each flash accompanied by the wails and shattering of countless Noble Phantasms.
The whistling Noble Phantasms were either precisely cleaved in half by his Holy Sword, turning into golden dust and dissipating.
Or they were skillfully redirected by him, crashing into other places and annihilating each other in a chain of explosions.
This impeccable, perfect defense, when viewed from below, was like the most magnificent and dazzling fireworks display blooming in the night sky.
Gilgamesh gazed at the figure who remained unscathed from beginning to end, the anger on his face receding somewhat in a strange way.
"To touch the realm of gods with a mortal body. Even if he doesn't recognize the King's true form, this valor is commendable."
The arrogant King slightly raised his hand, and the golden ripples across the sky dissipated with a cold snort.
"Servant, who dares to violate the King's authority, state your name!"
Arthur drifted back down to the port ground with the wind, raising an eyebrow, his tone playful.
"Before asking for someone else's name, one should introduce oneself. That should be basic etiquette, shouldn't it, barbaric King?"
Gilgamesh: (╬◣д◢)
"Mongrel! Do not take the King's benevolence as your capital for insolence!"
Gilgamesh's tone was chilling, the King's unpredictable nature fully displayed.
One moment he was praising Arthur's valor, the next his rage reignited, and the Gate of Babylon reopened, vowing to fight again.
Gilgamesh, once again consumed by fury, his killing intent grew stronger, and endless golden ripples climbed into the sky, spreading out like an overwhelming tide.
Arthur, however, looked up leisurely at Gilgamesh's back, a more intense playfulness on his lips.
"Once a person is blinded by rage, he subconsciously ignores dangers in the dark. Even a famous Servant is no exception."
Whoosh!
A piercing sound of rushing air suddenly rang out, and a burly figure, covered in dark heavy armor, struck Gilgamesh's back like a cannonball!
Black and red ominous magical energy instantly solidified, heavily crashing into a luxurious round shield that appeared out of nowhere, emitting a grating, teeth-aching friction sound.
Gilgamesh's face was a mix of shock and anger, and the countless golden ripples originally aimed at Arthur suddenly changed direction, pointing directly at the mad beast that dared to ambush the King!
Unlike the aerial dogfight between Arthur and Gilgamesh, the black-armored mad beast clearly lacked the ability to fly.
It could only rely on its astonishing mobility to flee frantically within the scarred port.
The already battered port ground was once again ravaged, and some of the deflected Noble Phantasms even ignited accumulated explosives, triggering deafening chain explosions.
The other Servants, quietly watching the show and avoiding the aftershocks of the battle, all retreated dozens of meters again to avoid being caught in this even more violent battlefield.
Arthur also deftly retreated to the edge of the port, whistling casually with a relaxed expression, and teased.
"His reaction isn't slow, I thought that arrogant fellow would exit so miserably."
"But those Noble Phantasms don't feel like fakes when I cut them... A Servant with hundreds or thousands of Noble Phantasms, who exactly is the opponent?"
This question not only lingered in Arthur's mind, but the Masters watching, whether openly or covertly, were equally puzzled at this moment.
Everyone, by coincidence, channeled their magical energy and cast their appraisal eyes, attempting to investigate the details of this arrogant King.
...
Class: Archer
Master: ???
True Name: ???
Alignment: Chaotic Good
--Ability Parameters--
Strength: B
Endurance: B
Agility: B
Magic: A
Luck: A
Noble Phantasm: EX
--Class Skills--
Magic Resistance: C
The ability to gain magical resistance, capable of nullifying spells of two processes or less, unable to resist High-Thaumaturgy and Ritual Spells.
However, due to his possession of various anti-magic Noble Phantasms, represented by his golden armor, he can actually nullify most magical effects.
Independent Action: A
The ability to act freely for a temporary period even without the Master's magical energy supply.
At rank A, the Master's support is not even necessary; he can completely ignore the Master's existence and act as he pleases.
--Personal Skills--
Golden Rule: A
Possesses a destiny of being constantly surrounded by wealth throughout his life, never troubled by money, living a life of immense riches from beginning to end.
Because he has a legend of possessing all the treasures in the world, he keeps the original versions of all Noble Phantasms in his treasury.
Although seemingly unrelated to combat, this ability plays a significant role in replenishing equipment.
Charisma: A+
The ability to lead others, rank A+, which transcends popularity or skill and can be called a form of magic or curse.
Divinity: B (A+)
Possesses the highest rank of divine aptitude among Servants, even surpassing the children of many gods in mythology.
Although he possesses the greatest divine aptitude, due to his hatred for the gods, his rank is downgraded to B.
...
Arthur retracted his appraisal eye, looked up at Gilgamesh, who was perched high on a street light, wantonly unleashing endless rage and Noble Phantasms, and muttered to himself.
"Possessing divinity yet hating the gods... his era of activity can be traced back at least to before Christ."
"Claiming to possess all the treasures in the world... and that arrogance that doesn't allow other kings to coexist..."
"Could it be you? The oldest Hero King in Mesopotamian mythology—Gilgamesh?"
Arthur seemed to suddenly think of something, and a playful curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"And to be summoned in his most unruly youth... I imagine his Master must be having a headache with this willful King, right?"
At the same time, Merlin's voice sounded in his mind at the opportune moment.
[Master, is it too hasty to conclude that the opponent is Gilgamesh?]
Arthur subtly scanned the port, his gaze lingering on the serious-faced Artoria for a moment, and responded in secret.
'Whether it's intuition or the knowledge I possess, my understanding of Servant battles far exceeds your imagination.'
'Also, how did the situation you asked me to confirm with Clairvoyance turn out earlier?'
Merlin's voice faltered, and even through the Command Spells, Arthur keenly caught the embarrassment.
[I'm truly sorry, Master, I cannot see through that black Servant. He seems to be shrouded in a mist, blurry and indistinct.]
Arthur understood, no longer pressing Merlin, and instead lowered his gaze, lost in thought.
Excluding the Assassin who made an early exit by faking his death, the remaining five Servants had all appeared at the port.
Saber, King Arthur, Artoria.
Lancer, Diarmuid, the 'Shining Lance'.
Rider, Conqueror, Iskandar.
Archer, Hero King, Gilgamesh.
And the Berserker of unknown identity, that black-armored mad beast.
Arthur's gaze fell on the dark Servant who, amidst the rampant explosions and flames, still charged fearlessly, his eyes slightly darkening.
The Servants who had appeared before, whether King Arthur, Conqueror, or even the recently identified Hero King.
Arthur could sense a unique 'quality' of a hero from each of them.
Only Berserker was completely different.
The feeling it gave was that of a thorough beast, devoid of any intellect or sanity.
An eerie characteristic that could be sensed as magical energy and existence, yet even Clairvoyance couldn't penetrate...
With this thought, Arthur calmly made his judgment.
"If we're talking about which fellow is the most 'off' in this Holy Grail War, this Berserker is the prime suspect."