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Chapter 421 Gilgamesh: Woman, you're playing with fire! (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking further subscriptions!)
Lunar plane, Mount Enoki.

"Gate of the King!!"

Amidst the roar, vast golden portals appeared scattered across the sky, and weapons radiating powerful auras shot out, bombarding the valley below like cannonballs.

A series of deafening explosions rang out as Gilgamesh, clad in golden armor, rose high aboard his Noble Phantasm Vimana, occasionally waving his arms to unleash a torrential rain of Noble Phantasms from mid-air. The sheer terror of his power far surpassed his performance in the Fourth and Fifth Holy Grail Wars of the original work.

The reason for this is that, on the one hand, this is not the real Type-Moon multiverse world, but an infinitely multi-dimensional replica of the Type-Moon plane. To some extent, the Heroic Spirits here are even more powerful than the originals, with an average of at least level four.

Grand Servants like Gilgamesh, who stand at the pinnacle, are close to the Saint level in their true form. Even in their Servant form, their maximum output is no less than that of ordinary Grand Servants, and the power they can unleash is naturally even greater.

Rumble————! ! !
The explosions on the ground continued, and the Noble Phantasms falling in all directions turned into specks of starlight and disappeared, returning to the King's Treasury, only to be thrown down again. Judging from this, Gilgamesh had no intention of stopping.

Now in the Fifth Holy Grail War, after being soaked in the evil of this time, his magical power is off the charts. He no longer needs his Master to provide magical power for battle, and he can easily cast Gate of Babylon.

Even so, Gilgamesh dared not be careless or relaxed in the slightest, because the person he was about to face was not his old rival from the original anime, but a much more powerful being. Even someone as proud as him had to go all out, otherwise he would be at risk of being instantly killed.

Just then, a loud cry suddenly rang out, drowning out the endless roaring and explosions.

Immediately afterwards, an eerie red flame ignited in the darkness, rapidly growing stronger by devouring the magical power dissipated when the surrounding treasures exploded.

The intense light illuminated the sky above Mount Enzang as if it were daytime, and Gilgamesh's face gradually became distorted and hideous, as if he had eaten excrement.

As the magic power devoured by those red flames was consumed, the power of the Noble Phantasms that returned to the Gate of Babylon was greatly weakened, and some were even completely destroyed, like inferior counterfeits. Gilgamesh felt as if he had spent a fortune only to buy a fake!

"That damned woman, how dare she do such a thing to my treasure!"

Gilgamesh gritted his teeth, about to reach into the Gate of Babylon to take something, when suddenly the flames below began to erupt.

buzzing-

A crimson light shot into the sky, and a fiery phoenix appeared, spreading its enormous wings that blotted out the sun, its surging energy sweeping across the surrounding area.

Strangely, it did not cause any damage. Instead, it restored everything that had been destroyed by the Noble Phantasm, presenting a magical scene as if time had been reversed.

Of course, if someone knowledgeable saw this scene, they would realize that it was not a so-called time reversal, but a means of modifying the rules of reality, redefining the surrounding things through powerful mental energy, and turning them into what one wanted.

In the Type-Moon universe, there exists a similar ability called "Imagination Manifestation," which is in some ways even more terrifying than time reversal.

Gilgamesh watched this scene with a gloomy expression, his gaze fixed on the figure in the center of the phoenix phantom.

She has long, wavy red hair, wears black, form-fitting light armor, has a tall and graceful figure, a bright and beautiful appearance, and delicate features. However, she wears a pair of red-rimmed glasses on her nose, which adds an intellectual air to her, creating a strong contrast with her appearance.

Zhan Lan, a member of the Central Continent Team, a mental controller, and the host of the Phoenix Force.

"Gilgamesh, how about we make a deal?"

Zhan Lan floated in mid-air, stretched, and showed off her perfect figure, saying in a languid tone:
“Let’s not fight this time. I’ll take the Holy Grail, and you can continue being the Streetlight King in Fuyuki City… To be honest, I’m really tired of killing you so many times. Now I just want to go back and get some beauty sleep. Women get wrinkles if they stay up late too often.”

pat!

Hearing the undisguised contempt and arrogance in the other party's words, Gilgamesh's temples bulged with veins. Without any visible movement, golden ripples spread around the phoenix phantom, and countless chains swept in with overwhelming force, wrapping it up like a dumpling, seemingly to imprison its movements.

The Lock of Heaven!
Gilgamesh's most trusted weapon, a symbol of the existence and status of his close friend Enkidu, especially effective against divine beings, rendering them immobile for a certain period of time.

In Gilgamesh's view, the Phoenix Force is a power with strong divinity and rules, which falls within the hard control range of the Chains of Heaven. The previous battles in parallel worlds have also proven this point.

Next, all we need to do is use EA to deliver a fatal blow, and we can completely get rid of this annoying woman.

Just as he was thinking this, Gilgamesh's expression suddenly changed, and he saw a raging fire that could burn everything burst forth from the giant chain cocoon.

Almost effortlessly, the golden chains were burned away by the bright red flames, first expanding and exploding, and then completely incinerated. Unlike the previous Noble Phantasms, the Chains of Heaven did not return to the subdimensional plane of the Gate of Babylon, as if it had been completely erased from its source.

"Sorry, I just learned a little trick from my husband recently, so this chain is no longer useful to me."

Ignoring the sounds around him, Gilgamesh stared blankly in the direction where the Chains of Heaven had disappeared. After a moment, he roared to the sky and immediately entered a state of intense heat.

buzzing-

In an instant, violent magical power poured out from his body, and tens of thousands of golden ripples spread out, revealing the shape of a treasure.

Not only that, besides EA, he also has another blood-red magic sword in his hand - Dassertin!

The famous cursed sword in Norse mythology carries a powerful curse that brings destruction. Once drawn, this sword must take a life, whether it is an enemy or the user; it is a classic demonic sword that kills its master.

Clearly, Gilgamesh, having lost the Chains of Heaven, no longer cares about winning or losing the battle. His only goal now is to kill Zhan Lan, or be killed by Zhan Lan!

"Scum! Die!!"

Gilgamesh roared with bloodshot eyes, wielding two top-tier Noble Phantasms, and swooped down with a golden rain of light, crashing into the phantom phoenix that was also flapping its wings and flying towards him.

……

The Soul Society, the Dimension of Death.

As the boundless light faded, a burly man with a thick black cloak and abundant hair fell from the sky, emitting wisps of blue smoke.

Just then, a slender hand suddenly reached out from the void, directly grabbing his throat and tightening slightly.

"After accepting the title of Spirit King, you have strength close to that of a Saint... You're something else. If I didn't use any cheat codes, I might not have been able to kill you."

Looking at the body that had lost its soul and will, Wu Xian murmured to himself, and then a slightly mechanical notification sound rang in his ears.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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