I am Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes.

Before the battle even begins, fear has already taken half the battle; Dracula is already under immense pressure, and Van Helsing's gaze towards Jill is filled with shock.

Just what kind of monster is my Master?!

But at that moment, a red figure sounded an alarm.

Jill clicked her tongue. "Let's go, Assassin!"

"Caster, let's retreat too!" the mountain of flesh below the wall said to Dracula.

"Yes!" Van Helsing and Dracula's eyes met in mid-air, and as their killing intent surged, both sides left at the same time.

"The next time we meet will be the day of our decisive battle!" Assassin and Caster's conversation made Archer, who was watching from the side, frown.

“Assassin…and Caster?” Squinting, the red Archer muttered to himself, “This time, things are getting a bit complicated.”

P.S.: I wonder if your author will receive the bounty...

PS2: Two chapters guaranteed tomorrow, no extra chapters. I'm busy tomorrow afternoon, so please don't ask... I have a lot of things to do.

PS3: Some readers have made guesses about the book's content. Correct guesses will result in extra chapters, and there will be occasional events.

Chapter Fifty-Eight Berserker

"Hoo hoo... tonight is going to be quite interesting." Jill smiled, looking like she was in a good mood.

"Master..."

"Well...you and she can fight it out then, I won't interfere." Jill nodded. "We'll go find her ourselves!"

“…Thank you very much, Master…” Van Helsing bowed deeply to Gilles. “Thank you very much.”

"You two are sworn enemies, so even if I try to dissuade you, it won't do you any good, will it?" Jill said with a smile. "At that time..."

Jill raised her right hand. "I will do everything in my power to help you, Assassin. Just fight with all your might!"

“Master…” Van Helsing said with a touched expression, “Thank you so much!”

“...Really, I am the Master, and you are the Servant. That's all. You just need to fight for me.” Gilles sighed. “Then listen up, Van Helsing. From now on, you will use all your strength to crush your nemesis!”

“Of course, Master!” Van Helsing replied with an excited expression.

"Oh dear, I was planning to go to the church, but I ended up seeing two little bugs instead."

A light and melodious voice rang out.

Jill turned her head and saw a huge, muscular man with muscles as dark as rock. The man's eyes were strange, one of them flashing with bloodlust. He also had long, disheveled hair, wore tattered clothes, and held a huge weapon that looked like it had been carved from rock.

A young girl stood beside him.

The girl was dressed in a beautiful purple winter outfit. Her lovely face was as delicate as a doll's, and her short silver hair and red eyes made her look like a little fairy who had just emerged from the snow.

“…Master…”

Van Helsing tensed up involuntarily, feeling a pressure from the burly man that made every cell in his body groan.

“Ah…this visitor is hostile.” Jill narrowed her eyes, and a golden ripple flickered beside her hand.

"Hehe~ Nice to meet you both, I am Illyasviel von Einzbern..." The girl lifted her skirt and gave a standard ladylike curtsy. "Speaking of Einzbern, you both understand, right?"

"I am Gaggiel, it's a pleasure to meet you, beautiful lady." Gaggiel returned the greeting, after all, the other party was treating her politely, and she couldn't very well make the first move.

Although using a pseudonym is not in line with his style, his real name is so well-known that it's not appropriate to reveal it.

"Hehe... So, could you two leave here?"

"Oh dear... we're just Assassins and Masters who can't even kill a chicken, so can you please let us go?" Gillespie responded to Illyasviel's question in this way.

"Hmm... Well then, there's no other way. Let them leave here, Berserker~" Illyasviel commanded the berserker beside her in a coquettish tone.

Then, in the next moment, Berserker's body swelled up slightly as if inflated, but you could see that his muscles were glowing red.

"Assassin, get out of the way!" Jill kicked Van Helsing away, and then several golden ripples appeared around her.

Then... the earth cracked open—

The ground was shattered by Berserker's footsteps, and his body rushed towards the two of them with incredible speed.

When Gil kicked Van Helsing away, Van Helsing reacted quickly, kicking out and flying away from where he was.

“Master!” Van Helsing exclaimed in horror.

Because the Berserker charged at Jill first!

“Bye-bye, Mr. Gagil…” Ilya looked at Gil with a smile.

"Don't joke around, who would leave here..." Jill's cold voice rang out, and the moment Berserker's greatsword fell, the shield of light shone and blocked Berserker's greatsword.

That was a defensive artifact that Gil had activated on his own initiative, but even this light shield was as fragile as paper in front of the black berserker.

"Crack..." Countless cracks spread out from the stone sword on the shield of light.

"...Tsk! This monster!"

Gilgamesh, through his Master privileges, saw the Berserker's attributes before him.

……

Class: Berserker

Master: Illyasviel von Einzbern

Real name: ? ? ?

Strength:A+

Durability: A

Agility: A

Magic: A

Lucky :B

Noble Phantasm:A

……

"This is... a monster!" Jill immediately rolled away from the black warrior's massive axe and sword, gritting her teeth.

Although I witnessed such scenes in my previous life, I must face them personally in this one...

"Oh dear, this is a terrible situation," Jill said, frowning.

This position is not something you can do carelessly. I guess you can't even use the Gate of Babylon carelessly. If you use it randomly and that bastard finds out, it'll be terrible.

So it really is a terrible situation.

Jill raised her hand, a flash of golden light, and the heavy sword with the black hilt was in her grasp.

Jill had become somewhat adept at using the Gate of Babylon, because...

That's the ultimate way to show off!

Ahem, we've gone off-topic. Actually, this is how to best conceal the magical aura and movements of the Gate of Babylon.

With the shooting proficiency skill I acquired earlier, if the opponent is careless, they will be pierced through the body.

Although Jill was arrogant, he was not so presumptuous as to confront the giant before him head-on.

and so……

Jill gripped her longsword tightly.

Berserker's real name is Hercules, the Greek god of strength who completed the twelve impossible trials.

Although I've seen Gilgamesh deal with this guy, I... can't hide the magic power of the Gate of Babylon right now.

Furthermore, their own Assassins aren't really capable of much; their Noble Phantasms are mostly used against demons and vampires...

“It really is.” Jill gripped his longsword tighter, watching the giant approaching him. “This is too troublesome…”

"Stop playing around, Berserker, let's finish off our cute little brother~"

“I told you…” a blue light burst forth from the longsword in Jill’s hand, “who would fall here!”

Chapter Fifty-Nine: The Twelve Trials (God Hand)!

"The evil dragon will surely fall, the world will face its twilight, bring it down—" Gil gathered magic power throughout his body, and then fiercely swung the greatsword in his hand—"Fantasy Greatsword: Balumng!"

With overwhelming force, the longsword left a huge wound on Berserker's body, and then continued its momentum, leaving a long mark on the ground! Jill then stomped the ground and quickly created distance.

The light in the giant's eyes gradually faded.

Jill immediately shouted, "Assassin, let's go!"

Then Jill was picked up, and Van Helsing immediately took her away quickly.

"...How annoying... Berserker, are you alright?"

Then, a scene that shocked everyone who saw it unfolded.

Berserker's body was ripped open with huge wounds, from which red granulation tissue slowly grew, gradually filling in the gaps and healing the wounds.

"Roar—" Berserker let out a huge roar.

"Yes, it's okay, Berserker. Let's go see our big brother..."

……

"Huff...huff..." Jill breathed heavily.

Reaching C-level magic power only required using the Fantasy Greatsword: Balumng once, which reduced it by nearly 60%.

Although I was using my Noble Phantasm at full power, I didn't feel the effects before because I was wearing the necklace that replenished my mana, but now that I'm actually using it, I'm realizing how much it drains...

"...Master, what's the situation with that Berserker?" Van Helsing asked.

“He is Hercules, the legendary son of Zeus who completed the twelve impossible trials.” Gilgamesh calmed his breathing; expending such a huge amount of magic power at once was a considerable drain on him.

"Master, didn't you defeat your opponent in one strike?" Van Helsing asked the question that had been on his mind the most. "Why did you retreat, Master?"

“You know about Noble Phantasms, right…” Gilles exhaled. “That Hercules has a Noble Phantasm—the Twelve Trials (God Hand), which can revive him.”

Hercules accomplished twelve impossible tasks, namely—