Nuclear Sword Immortal Starting from Type-Moon

The originally dark mountain road turned from pitch black to dim under its illumination.

Although it was dark all around, everything was clearly visible.

Finally, in a sparsely wooded back hill area on land owned by the Tohsaka family, they stopped in their tracks.

From here, the neon lights of the city are no longer visible; it is an area with only soil and greenery.

Shirou leaped onto the branch of a large tree and peered out from there at the heart of the battlefield.

At this moment, Enkidu was standing on the ground, calmly gazing up at the night sky.

A golden figure, seemingly negating the light of countless stars, appeared in the night sky.

The Radiant Ship "Vimana" has been returned to the King's Treasury, while Tokiomi Tohsaka stands at a distance, gazing at the battlefield.

In a battle between two top-tier Servants, the Magician wouldn't even have the right to stand by their side.

Anyone who dares to get close will be easily crushed by that surging, unparalleled power and turned into dust.

Heaven and Earth.

Judging from the distance, the two heroes were about two hundred meters apart.

They looked at each other.

The gaze that looks down at the earth, and the gaze that looks up at the night sky.

However, their respective lines of sight are at the same height.

There wasn't a single word exchanged between them.

Confusion, anxiety, and then overwhelming ecstasy—these were the thoughts that swirled within Enkidu's mind.

He already knew that in this Holy Grail War he might face the fate of fighting against that 'King'.

But so what?

Their relationship was nothing more than a couple of minor battles.

Because... even if you fight thousands of times, you'll never get tired of it.

And all of this applies to that Hero King as well.

Seeing the face of his friend gazing at him, the king's mood seemed to return to the past.

Once upon a time, there was a clay figurine.

That was a foolish and ridiculous fellow whose body was made of clay, yet he was determined to be on par with the Son of God.

His arrogant and ignorant attitude naturally angered the gods, so he was punished by the gods and lost his life.

The image of him dying with tears streaming down his face is something the Hero King can never forget.

Why are you crying?

The King of Heroes asked at that time.

"Now that things have come to this, are you finally regretting siding with me?"

"That's not how it works."

That's how he answered.

"After I die, who will understand you?"

Who else can accompany you on your journey?

“My friend…the thought of you living a lonely life from now on brings tears to my eyes…”

And so, upon seeing his friend breathe his last, the self-centered king understood…

The way this clay doll, who was a weapon but wanted to help humanity rebel against the gods, lived was more precious and dazzling than all the treasures it had collected.

Without this dear friend, all the glory and honor have become dim and gloomy, and there is no one left to share joys and sorrows with.

"Reach out your hand on fools who do not belong to the realm of humanity..."

"Only one person in heaven and on earth is qualified to appreciate your destruction, and no one but me, Gilgamesh."

“O dazzling yet illusory person, come into my arms, this is my decision.”

The golden glory vanished into the night fog, leaving only an empty and lonely laugh that lingered for a long time.

Now, I meet those eyes again.

Everything, all the memories flooded my mind.

My heart was surging with unprecedented emotion.

So enthusiastic.

So spirited.

Just like those initial hundreds and thousands of battles!

Chapter Thirteen: The Sword of Divergence Faces the Lock of Heaven!

Perhaps sensing each other's gaze, the two Servants smiled simultaneously.

"Ha ha……"

Taking advantage of their exchange of smiles, the Hero King immediately took action.

Upon seeing that face, he had already made his decision.

Without the slightest hesitation, the Golden King raised his right hand and took a sword from his treasury.

The sword had a very unique design, making it hard to believe that it was a sword-type weapon.

It has both a hilt and a guard, and its length is similar to that of an ordinary longsword.

However, the most crucial part, the 'blade', is quite different from traditional swords.

The three cylindrical sections were tightly connected, and the not-so-sharp blades were twisted into a spiral shape, causing the cylinders to slowly intertwine like chains, spiraling and extending outwards.

It might not even qualify as a sword.

Even his name was a nickname Gilgamesh gave himself for convenience.

After all, it existed before weapons like swords or guns appeared in history.

An era older than humans or even planets.

It is an object wielded by the gods to create the world, embodying pure power itself.

The thing that split the heavens and earth that was the beginning of everything on this planet.

To cleave through nothingness and create the sky, to pierce through the sky and return to nothingness.

Symbolizing the power of beginning and end, it can only be used by Gilgamesh, who inherited the genes of the gods.

"Wake up, Emuma Elish."

"The stage that suits you is ready!"

Along with the King of Heroes' strongest sword, Ea, appeared, golden ripples filled the night sky.

The various Noble Phantasms within the Gate of Babylon peeked out from the ripples, their blades twitching dangerously.

The next moment

The wind began to dance, and the ashes swirled in eddies.

……

"Analysis, begin..."

At this moment, Shirou was like a parched desert yearning for rain, his gaze frantically focused on each and every Noble Phantasm.

"Copy, copy, copy!! Copy them all!"

Copy them all, one by one!

Until their gaze fell upon the sword held high in the hands of the Hero King.

Sizzle!

My eyes felt as if they had been electrocuted, experiencing an overwhelming pain response.

"Ugh!"

Shirou covered one eye and gritted his teeth.

"EA"!

Deciphering that sword is simply impossible.

"The King of Heroes giving it his all..."

His strength is undoubtedly at the pinnacle of Heroic Spirits.

Even when appearing in the world as a Servant, he still possesses unparalleled power.

Bathed in moonlight, the figure of the Golden King shone brilliantly.

Her jade-like red eyes were now filled with the arrogance of a king.