In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

As for Saber, her tyrannical and cruel temperament alone makes it impossible for anyone to associate her with the legendary noble knight king.

"...Are you provoking me, Rider?" Anger blazed from her pale gold eyes, and her armor, covered in magical runes, reappeared. Saber took a step forward, wielding her jet-black aurora sword, and a chilling killing intent surged forth.

“Don’t worry about it, Rider. Saber is indeed King Arthur, but when she was summoned, her Master used a special spell to distort her into this form,” Anahn said with a smile.

"Oh, I see." The Conqueror King slapped his hand in sudden realization, then frowned slightly as he looked at Irisviel. "No wonder Lancer was so angry at the beginning. To twist these famous heroes into such a despicable and filthy act for his own desires has really made me quite angry."

Iskandar respects the strong, even enemies. He will extend a hand to them without hesitation after defeating them. "To defeat without destroying, to dominate without humiliating" is his consistent life motto. In his eyes, Saber's Master's act of wantonly distorting the will of a hero is an undeniable insult and simply unforgivable!

He stared at Irisviel expressionlessly, his large, bell-like eyes filled with intense killing intent, and a heavy, overwhelming pressure crashed down upon him.

Irisviel couldn't help but take a step back, her beautiful face filled with obvious fear. For an android who had only been born for nine years, facing the overlord who had once conquered the world was a great pressure.

Hiding in the shadows, Kiritsugu Emiya clenched his fists tightly, his face turning grim at a visible speed.

A black figure stood in front of Irisviel, her petite body standing firm like a pillar of strength: "This is my own choice, Rider. If you continue to target my Master like this, I will consider that you intend to fight me to the death."

Iskandar blinked and laughed loudly, "Haha, very well, since it's Saber's own idea, then I will let bygones be bygones."

The heavy pressure receded like the tide, and Irisviel subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly felt a wave of weakness wash over her, and she involuntarily collapsed.

An arm equipped with a black gauntlet reached out and steadied her just in time.

"...Thank you, Saber."

"It's nothing," the tyrant, now corrupted, replied coldly.

“And what about you, Lancer?” Iskandar turned to Yanan. “Would you like to consider my proposal? The terms and conditions are negotiable.”

Just like in the original story, he's a hot-blooded idiot... Anan's lips curled into a slight smile of helplessness as he replied, "I am the chosen king of Britain, and naturally I cannot submit to any other king. Besides, I am only staying in this world temporarily. Once my purpose is achieved, I will naturally leave."

"Really? That's such a shame." Iskandar's face showed a hint of regret.

"See? I told you it wasn't that simple, Rider, you're such a big idiot!" A short man with gray-green hair climbed out of the chariot, his face still showing obvious fear. He angrily swung his slender arms, almost as thin as a woman's, at his own servant, but the force he exerted was not even a tickle to Rider, who was over two meters tall and had bulging muscles all over his body.

Webber Velvet, it seems there haven't been any changes in Rider's group... A thoughtful look appeared in Anahn's eyes.

Originally still in shock at the sudden exposure of his servant's identity, Director Ken suddenly noticed the familiar figure in the chariot, and his eyes immediately blazed with endless rage.

He instinctively wanted to stand up and give this traitor who stole his holy relic a good scolding, but then he remembered that as the monarch of the Clock Tower and the ninth head of the Archibald family, it would be unbecoming of him to shout like a thug.

As a nobleman, even if betrayed by his apprentice, he must maintain the proper elegance.

He pondered for a moment, then put on a calm and collected smile, stepped forward, and used magic to amplify his voice:

“Weber Velvet, classmate.”

"Mr. Kenneth!"

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Weber's body stiffened abruptly, and an undisguised look of fear appeared on his face.

"That's the right reaction..." Kenneth nodded in satisfaction to himself, and said in a calm tone, "You stole my relic to participate in the Holy Grail War, what? Do you want to prove that you are stronger than those magicians, and that your theory is not wrong?"

"How ridiculous."

"In that case, I'll arrange a special tutoring session for you. I'll teach you everything about how magicians kill each other, and the horror and pain involved. Be proud of it."

"You're putting on quite a show. Isn't this your first time participating in a battle between magicians too...?" Anan secretly saw through his master's act of pretentiousness.

Fear of Kenneth and the terror of death overwhelmed Weber in an instant. He clutched his head, trembling all over, as if he could already see his end.

Suddenly, a pair of large hands patted his back. He subconsciously looked up and met a rugged, red-haired face.

“Rider......”

"Don't forget what I told you, my little Master. Since you are following the king, you must have the courage to face the world. That is true conquest!"

Iskandar grinned wildly, then turned and shouted at the empty space, "Did you hear that, magician! Those who wish to seduce me must be warriors who fight alongside me on the battlefield! Cowards who lack even the courage to show themselves are utterly unworthy! Hahahaha..."

"Damn orangutan..." Kenneth gritted his teeth, intending to have Lancer teach this arrogant servant a lesson, when a haughty voice suddenly rang in his ears.

"How dare a mere scoundrel who appeared out of nowhere make a racket in front of me? Should I call you reckless or ignorant?"

Golden light flowed and converged on the streetlights, upon which stood a king clad in golden armor. His crimson vertical pupils revealed a gaze like that of an ancient dragon or serpent, looking down upon the crowd below.

But when his gaze fell on Yanan, he couldn't help but pause for a moment, because the height of the container was exactly the same as the height of the street lamp he was standing under, making it impossible for him to look down on him as he would look at the others.

The ancient hero-king frowned slightly, but quickly put the trivial matter aside and continued to look down at the crowd below, arrogantly saying:

"You scoundrels who disregard my existence and call yourselves kings, are you ready to face my trial?"

Chapter Twelve: Facing the King of Gold! 1

Gilgamesh... Anan squinted at the golden king on the street lamp. Judging from his upside-down hairstyle and arrogant tone, he hadn't changed much and was still the oldest hero king with an over-the-top chuunibyou.

With that, five riders have now appeared... he thought to himself.

"Hey, you golden-haired guy over there." Iskandar pulled out his Cyprus accessory and pointed it at Gilgamesh, his tone filled with obvious dissatisfaction. "What do you mean by that? I, Iskandar, am the well-known Conqueror."

“What a joke. Since ancient times, the only one in heaven and earth who truly deserves to be called a king is me.” Gilgamesh sneered. “As for the rest, they are nothing but a bunch of worthless bastards.”

“One-third humanity, two-thirds divinity.” Anan looked at Gilgamesh with a smile, but there was no warmth in his dark eyes. “If we’re talking about bastards, you’re not far off either, Gilgamesh.”

“Gilgamesh, the king of ancient Babylon?” Weber gasped in surprise, then shuddered, a strong sense of crisis washing over him.

boom--!!

A chilling killing intent swept down like a tidal wave, piercing everyone's skin like a thousand sharp swords.

"A mere bastard, yet he has quite the nerve." Although Gilgamesh's voice remained calm, anyone could hear the anger lurking beneath it, like a volcano that had been suppressed for a long time, and when it finally erupted, the whole world would tremble!

buzzing-

Golden ripples emerged from behind Gilgamesh, their dazzling golden light illuminating the entire world. Weapons of various shapes slowly emerged from the ripples, exuding a heavy aura and a profound sense of epic grandeur.

"How is this possible!" Waver's eyes widened instantly. "Those... they're all Noble Phantasms!?"

Generally speaking, Noble Phantasms are the embodiment of a Heroic Spirit's life experiences. Due to the constraints of class, each Servant should have a limited number of Noble Phantasms. However, Gilgamesh pulled out so many Noble Phantasms without even blinking.

That's absolutely unfair!

"So that's the Gate of Babylon?" Iskandar stroked his chin thoughtfully as he looked at the golden vortexes, then patted Waver's head. "Hold on tight, Master, we need to get going."

"Huh!??" Waver's eyes widened as he turned to look at Rider. "Didn't you say you were coming to conquer them?"

"Haven't you noticed yet? That guy's already angry." Iskandar pointed towards Gilgamesh's location. "The Gate of Babylon contains the prototypes of all the Noble Phantasms in history. If that guy throws them all out, I won't care, but your safety, Master, is questionable."

The thought of being riddled with bullets by hundreds of Noble Phantasms sent a chill down Waver's spine. He quickly grabbed Iskandar's cloak and said, "What are you waiting for? Let's go!"

"Haha! That's enough for today, fellow magicians and heroes who have descended here. We'll meet again another day!" The Conqueror King laughed heartily, driving the Divine Wheels away into the distance, making a show of triumph even though it was a retreat.

"Saber, should we retreat too?" A hint of worry appeared in Irisviel's eyes. Gilgamesh, who could pull out hundreds of Noble Phantasms with a single gesture, was incredibly imposing. Although his target was Lancer, the other party didn't seem like the type to care about his surroundings. Staying here would inevitably risk getting caught in the crossfire.

Saber hesitated for a moment, glanced at the silver figure in the distance, and shook her head slightly: "You go first, Irisviel. I'm going to stay here and see what kind of trump cards that guy has."

Since Lancer was able to identify Gilgamesh's true name so readily, it means he must have a considerable understanding of the other's abilities. The fact that he still chose to provoke the other under these circumstances suggests that Lancer is either an idiot or has the confidence to confront that guy.

"Well... alright, Saber, you must be careful." Irisviel glanced at Saber with concern, then turned and left.

"Kenneth, you should prepare to retreat too," Yanan warned Kenneth through the contract. "The upcoming battle will be dangerous, and I may not be able to protect you."

"...Don't embarrass me, Lancer."

"learn."

In the blink of an eye, the entire warehouse dock was empty. Saber stood at the edge of the dock area, watching the two sides confronting each other.

Gilgamesh stared at Anan, his crimson eyes revealing an icy chill, a cruel and ferocious smile curling at the corner of his lips: "Arrogant bastard, pay the price for your overstepping your bounds!!"

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!

In an instant, hundreds of Noble Phantasms burst from the vortex and hurtled toward Anahn like cannonballs. These were all weapons that had left a glorious mark on history, and even if they were just thrown casually, they had power far beyond what ordinary people could imagine.

The torrential rain was reflected in his dark eyes, yet Anan's expression remained unchanged, his deep voice echoing between heaven and earth:

"Nothing in this world is eternal; dreams, illusions, and fleeting moments are the only real things."

"First Divine Key - Void Treasury - Seventh Complex Mimicry, Rain of Heavenly Splendor, Release!"

A black void emerged from the void, surrounded by a golden ring. The next moment, hundreds of golden spears emerged from it, roaring like a golden torrent, colliding with the oncoming downpour.

Boom boom boom boom—!!!

The continuous explosions echoed through the heavens and the blinding light banished all darkness. Had Kenneth not cast a concealment spell beforehand, such a violent commotion would have awakened the entire Fuyuki.

"You also have the Gate of Babylon?" Gilgamesh frowned slightly. "No, that's not the Gate of Babylon, but a treasure I've never seen before."

This is not normal. Logically speaking, his Royal Treasury should contain the prototypes of all the world's treasures, but the treasure that Anaun is using at this moment is one that he has not collected.

"It is not ignorance and stupidity that bring destruction, but arrogance and conceit." A black spear appeared in Anahn's hand, its dark tip gleaming with the sharpness of death. "You think that you can contain everything by possessing a treasure vault, that you can see through everything by possessing a thousand-mile eye, you are the truly arrogant one, Gilgamesh."

"Now, it's your turn to face judgment."

Chapter Thirteen: Facing the King of Gold 2

"Judgment me?" The chill in Gilgamesh's eyes seemed to freeze time and space, and his extreme anger led to a sinister smile on his lips. "You're just a bastard, how dare you say such a thing?"

He raised his hand and waved it, and the golden ripples behind him increased even more. Countless divine weapons were unleashed as if they were free, rushing towards Anan with an aura that seemed to sink the entire dock area.

The black hole behind Anahn also increased, and the Black Abyss Flowers, which were mimicked by the Void Treasury, transformed into an endless torrent of light. The pitch-black night sky was instantly dyed a fierce golden yellow, colliding with the countless Noble Phantasms from the Babylonian Treasury that had left their illustrious names in history.

Rumble, rumble, rumble—!!!

Like a small nuclear bomb being detonated, the deafening explosion resounded throughout the world, and billowing smoke filled the air.

Gilgamesh's face was terribly gloomy. He had always been the one to suppress others with his absolute Noble Phantasm advantage, but this bastard who appeared out of nowhere actually possessed the same ability as him. This was simply a provocation!

He should be the only king in the world, and his authority should be the only eternal one. Piracy and imitation are absolutely unacceptable!

Those who blaspheme against the monarchy must atone with their deaths!

"Let me tell you just how big the difference is between genuine and counterfeit products!"

It was as if the sky had opened countless golden eyes, with golden swirling patterns covering them, dense and endless, illuminating the deep night into boundless golden radiance. Under such a magnificent sight, any living being could only lament its own insignificance.

The Masters who were observing the battle through their familiars were completely horrified when they saw this scene. If all these Noble Phantasms were to come down, this dock area would be completely destroyed!

Such a violent commotion is sure to cause a sensation in the real world!

Keeping secrets hidden from ordinary people is a fundamental principle of the magic world, but seeing Gilgamesh clearly enraged, no one dared to stand up and stop him.

At this moment, let alone them, even if the gods descended, they would only be mercilessly included in the attack range of this most ancient hero king.

In this situation, the only one who could possibly stop Gilgamesh is his Master. But facing a Servant with such a terrible temper, would anyone really dare to stop him at this time?