Crossover Anime: Collecting Treasures from All Worlds Starting with Type-Moon

"You mad dog, how dare you criticize my kingly way? Die!" With Gilgamesh's furious roar, sixteen Noble Phantasms were immediately fired.

For Lancelot, whose agility and strength had both surpassed A and reached S level, the speed of the Noble Phantasm was simply too slow in his eyes. Holding the Knight's Staff, he was able to easily knock down all the incoming Noble Phantasms.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!!!" Gilgamesh was furious when he saw this scene. When had he, who was so high and mighty, ever been humiliated like this?

Driven by such rage, he detonated all sixteen Noble Phantasms aimed at Lancelot using the illusionary collapse technique! The deafening explosions and flames rang out once again.

Shen Qiu's face was numb at this moment; he had experienced this scene far too many times tonight.

"Hmph, in that case, that guy should be dead by now."

Gilgamesh breathed a sigh of relief upon thinking of this. In order to deal with these villains, he not only used Ea tonight, but also destroyed many Noble Phantasms.

Those who offend the king will ultimately be punished by him; this is his law and an unchanging truth!

Thinking about this, he felt a little better.

However, as the dust settled on the ground, his pupils suddenly widened!

Lancelot's purplish-black armor disappeared, replaced by a bright silver-white suit of armor and an extremely handsome face. His body also faintly emitted blue magical fluctuations and shimmering light spots.

With the blessing of the Command Seals and Shen Qiu's reckless infusion of magic, Lancelot finally broke through his shackles and returned to his original form.

This is the true Knight of the Lake! He is the strongest knight in the Knights of the Round Table, capable of fighting Artoria to a draw and even defeating her at one point.

The blue magic surrounding him was the blessing of the lake spirits.

"How can it be..."

"Damn it, I can only use EA one more time!" With this thought in mind, Gilgamesh immediately grabbed the huge golden key from the Gate of Babylon, but—it was too slow!

Lancelot had already begun chanting even before he used Fantasy Collapse!

"O spirit of the lake, grant me strength."

The white light emanating from Lancelot rippled across everyone like moonlight at night; the white light was both gentle and resolute, giving people a sense of powerful strength.

"O King of the Land, grant me courage."

As if sensing something, the silvery-white light gathered entirely on the blade at this moment, and the blade, composed of gold and silver, emitted its most dazzling brilliance!

"This is the power to sever everything; all enemies will be reduced to nothingness by this strike!" Lancelot raised his legendary sword high, unleashing the full power of this Noble Phantasm!

"All the chains are broken, the light of the lake is too heavy!"

His exceptional martial arts skills, combined with this divinely crafted weapon, were a perfect match. In Gilgamesh's terrified eyes, Lancelot, with his S-rank agility, arrived at his side in the blink of an eye.

"How... is this possible..."

Before he could even react to what was happening, he felt a sharp pain in his right arm, and only then did he realize that his right arm was no longer under his control.

"Ah...so it was already broken..."

That's right! After sensing the immense threat from Ea, Lancelot's first sword strike severed Gilgamesh's right arm as easily as slicing vegetables; the golden armor was as fragile as paper, breaking in the slightest.

The bloodied arm was still hanging on the exposed EA, which looked incredibly mocking.

Before he could think any further, a sharp pain shot through his chest, and in his incredulous gaze, the holy sword emitted bursts of intense light.

Even he himself was shrouded in the white light, and Gilgamesh's spirit core was completely shattered by this attack.

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Several minutes later, the light finally faded.

Gilgamesh lowered his head, seemingly having accepted the fact that he had been defeated.

“Matou Aki, Scáthach.”

"You wait, I will come again. As the price for angering me, you will definitely not be the same next time..."

However, before he could finish speaking, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his mouth. When he looked down, he discovered that he had been pierced by a crimson demonic spear!

It pierced directly through the back of the head from inside the mouth.

"Besides being eloquent, what else can you do? Hmm? Hero King." As if mocking him, the master emphasized the words "Hero King."

. . ....

The demonic spear was pulled out, and a large amount of blood gushed out. Gilgamesh turned into specks of light and disappeared from this world.

"Master, the enemy has been defeated. I can remain in this world for a while longer. I wonder if I can take care of some personal matters?" Lancelot seemed very anxious, which was actually his own wish.

To be able to personally accept the king's punishment.

Shen Qiu smiled and nodded. Now everything had been settled, and it was time to fulfill the promise he had made to Lancelot.

"Thank you for taking care of me and my former Master all this time."

Lancelot respectfully gave Shen Qiu a knightly salute. He knew, of course, how miserable his original Master had been, and Berserkers were generally considered to be a class that caused trouble for their Masters.

However, Shen Qiu has always tried his best to help them, both for Yan Ye and Lancelot.

"No need to thank me, Lancelot. You are a very good servant, and I hope you can reconcile with her... but she is quite stubborn."

Shen Qiu sighed; Saber's stubbornness in the Fourth Shinobi World War far exceeded his expectations.

“He’s always like this.” Lancelot gave a wry smile and then quickly ran towards the Civic Hall. Near the completely destroyed Holy Church, only Shen Qiu and Scáthach remained.

"Teacher!"

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Chapter 82: The Knight King's Wish (Please Subscribe)

After using up all three Command Seals, Sevent will begin to disappear from the world at a rate that is either faster or slower, depending on his magical power level. No one is exempt except Archer, who can act independently.

"I'm sorry I couldn't be of much help in this battle." Shen Qiu felt a little upset. He was completely unable to get involved in a battle of this level, and even if he tried to intervene, he would only be holding his master back.

Ultimately, I was just too weak!

Thinking of this, Shen Qiu clenched his fists tightly. Even though he had become the final winner of this Holy Grail War, he was still incredibly insignificant, relying solely on the power of his Servants.

I must become stronger, much stronger!

“No, A-Qiu, you have already fulfilled your responsibilities as a Master very well. In addition, you are being too harsh on yourself. You don’t need to do that at all.”

　Master "120" had a gentle expression, with a faint smile on his lips.

"Although I don't know why you are so obsessed with becoming stronger, Ah Qiu, you are definitely the most talented student I have ever seen, in every aspect."

The master was not blindly praising Shen Qiu; everything she said was from the heart. At the same time, she knew best how hard Shen Qiu had been cultivating these past few days.

"Master..."

At this moment, Scáthach's body began to gradually turn into spiritual particles and dissipate, while Shen Qiu finally couldn't hold back his tears, and teardrops began to fall.

The Queen of the Land of Shadows was more than just a servant to her; she was like an older sister, or perhaps someone with a deeper relationship.

She would care about Shen Qiu's physical condition, stand in front of Shen Qiu during battles, and also analyze battlefield intelligence with her.

"Hey, Qiu, are you going to eat these ribs or not? If not, I'll eat them."

"Hey, Akio, do you think I look good in this dress? Oh, what a pity, I can't take it back to the Land of Shadows."

"Hey, Qiu, you need to take better care of your health in the future. Don't be so careless. As your teacher, I certainly won't ignore my students' health, right?"

Shen Qiu remained silent, letting tears roll down her cheeks.

"Acho, this is my last wish." Scáthach did not stop Shen Qiu from sobbing; this was a normal human emotion.

When that blue-clad soldier died on the battlefield, she was so saddened that she almost shed tears.

"From now on, diligently cultivate what I have taught you. You are the first student I have taught after a thousand years. Under no circumstances should you bring shame to my name."

"I understand, Master!" After hearing Scáthach's words, Shen Qiu finally stopped the tears from the corners of her eyes. Her Master's departure was not the end, but the beginning.

"Very well, then, I'll be waiting for you in the Land of Shadows until the day you come to find me!"

After leaving behind these final words, and as Shen Qiu watched him go, his master's body finally turned into specks of spiritual energy and dissipated into nothingness.

Goodbye, Master.

Meanwhile, near the Civic Hall, the clanging of steel from clashing blades echoed continuously—the sounds of Lancelot and Artoria fighting!

"You really want revenge on me that badly, Lancelot? You're even willing to become a Berserker for it!" Artoria looked at the handsome knight in front of her with a somewhat negative expression, and her sword-wielding movements were sluggish and weak.

Lancelot is the person she has been running away from.

One of the most famous Knights of the Round Table in Arthurian legend, a great knight known as the "Flower of Knights." Legend has it that he was raised by the Lady of the Lake, hence he is also known as the "Knight of the Lake."

After witnessing the collapse of the Round Table and the destruction of Britain, Artoria was in great pain, and Tristan's words, "The king does not understand people's hearts," made her even more obsessed with the matter after her death.

She was bewildered.

In order to better govern the country, she abandoned all her selfishness and emotions, leaving her subjects and the people with the image of a completely just, noble, cold and ruthless king.

However, this led to the questioning that "a king without emotions could not possibly understand the feelings of others." Such voices became increasingly prevalent in the later years of King Arthur's reign.

In order to protect the peace and tranquility of the people, it was necessary to kill all the invading enemies.

In order to support the army, the country had to increase its taxes.

In barren Britain, she had to launch several expeditions to feed her people, which not only failed to alleviate the domestic problems but actually made them worse.

Finally, after mercilessly punishing his knights, an enraged Tristan stormed off, and the Round Table began to crumble from that moment on.