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Chapter Thirteen, so your name is Gilgamesh?!

On the television in the restaurant, the battle between the big dog and Artoria had already begun, immediately attracting the attention of Shirou Emiya and the others.

Emiya Shirou brought out a plate of fresh fruit and chilled drinks from the kitchen and placed it on the small coffee table next to the television.

"Come on, everyone, let's watch! Who do you think will win?"

Yu Meiren reached out and picked up a bunch of Ruby Roman grapes. She casually plucked a grape the size of a ping-pong ball, took a small bite, and then said slowly, "I'll go first. The person with the gun wins."

Emiya Shirou was speechless. "Isn't that obvious?"

Riko picked up an apple and said, "Let me guess. I think Lancelot will win."

Meluet tilted her head: "Then I guess it's King Arthur."

Emiya Shirou said with heartache, "You have no conscience at all. Even if it's a lie, couldn't you at least say it's Cú Chulainn against your conscience?"

Yu Meiren pointed at the TV screen in confusion and said, "To be honest, we can't just lie through our teeth, can we?"

Outside the iron gates of the Eastwood Church, Wang Jiang, panting heavily, looked at Artoria and sensed something was wrong.

The Saber before me, though her combat experience was slightly less than yesterday's, possessed a vast magical power and an overwhelming aura that were quite different from yesterday's.

After only a few hundred rounds of combat, Wang Jiang felt his hands becoming increasingly numb, and he could barely hold the gun steady.

This woman is a completely different person! Did she hire a substitute player? Hey, Holy Grail, I want to report someone for cheating!

"What's wrong, Cú Chulainn? Are you already tired?"

Artoria took a deep breath. Under the influence of the Red Dragon Heart, her physical strength and magic power were rapidly recovering. The magic power, which was already scarce in the modern atmosphere, seemed to be drained away with each breath.

Wang Jiang was dumbfounded. What is this? Huh? What is this?!

Dragon Breathing, huh?!

Is this one of her signature skills?!

Cheating, right? This is solid proof that they cheated, isn't it?

According to legend, King Arthur was not the son of man, but a synthetic baby created to cope with the impending demise of the Age of Gods and the necessity for Britain to have a final king. This synthetic being was the red dragon.

After all, it's unknown how long we'll have to wait for a naturally born, divinely favored, chosen king suitable for Britain.

Therefore, the birth of King Arthur was inevitable, and the red dragon was destined to become the protagonist on this island.

Wang Jiang was naturally aware of such a legend, but he did not expect it to be so troublesome.

This feeling isn't like confronting a Servant; it's more like confronting the Heroic Spirit himself!

"Hey, King Arthur, what's wrong with you? You weren't like this yesterday!" Lancer swept his spear horizontally, jumped back a step, and dodged the violent wind pressure released by Lungominiad.

"Oh? Haven't you noticed yet? I'm not some Servant, Cú Chulainn!"

Artoria revealed a cold smile, accelerated and rushed to Lancer's side. In an instant, she thrust out the Lungominiad in her hand, and a suffocating surge of magic power erupted. In a single blow, she smashed the large dog through the iron gate and into the interior of the church building without diminishing her force.

Countless black wooden benches could not withstand Cú Chulainn's weight and shattered into pieces. Finally, Cú Chulainn crashed heavily to the ground, almost destroying the entire church's prayer room beyond recognition.

Inside the church, Kirei Kotomine, whose expression had remained largely unchanged until now, could no longer remain seated.

"What's going on? This Saber!"

Kirei Kotomine was aware of Lancer's strength; the Irish demigod hero was a household name in Europe, although summoning Cú Chulainn in a small place like the Far East did weaken his abilities.

But! From what he knew, Saber's Master was just a half-baked idiot, how could he be so ridiculously strong!?

To be honest, the fact that Lancer was able to be defeated like this in one blow is undeniable, as it was related to the fact that they had already fought fiercely for hundreds of rounds and that their magic power was somewhat insufficient. But what's wrong with this Saber on the other side?

That magic power could almost instantly drain an ordinary magician dry! Is her Master alright?

I hope everyone is alright! Otherwise, the cleanup will be a huge hassle! Fuyuki City has already issued orders to reduce gas usage several times this year!

Gilgamesh finally dropped his nonchalant expression, stood up and said, "Something's not right, Kirei, that Saber is acting strangely."

"Gilgamesh? What does that mean?"

Through the ruins of the dilapidated church, Gilgamesh's gaze locked onto Artoria, who was slowly walking towards the church.

"Hahahaha!! This is so interesting!! This magical reaction!! Isn't it even stronger than that doll's Berserker?!"

Gilgamesh suddenly laughed loudly: "So that's how it is. Is this the magic power stolen from the ley lines, or is it another small Holy Grail-like thing?"

This makes me want to open the Omniscient Star and find out more, but oh well, if everyone knew everything, the game would be too boring!

Gilgamesh walked towards Artoria, and as he passed the dying Lancer, he curled the corners of his mouth and said, "Not bad, you bastard, you put on a passable show for me."

After saying that, he continued walking forward, and with each step, his motorcycle suit changed. When he walked out of the church and faced Artoria, his entire body was covered in golden armor.

Her originally flowing blonde hair stood up as if it had been coated with hair gel.

“Saber, it’s been ten years. You’ve grown into the kind of person I like.”

He had barely finished speaking when he heard a furious voice, and a short man in red armor and a horned helmet charged at him, brandishing a sword: "So you're the one called Gilgamesh?!?!"

"You ignorant bastard."

Gilgamesh waved his left hand, and dozens of golden ripples appeared above his head, from which dozens of swords, spears, and halberds emerged, exuding an aura of extravagance.

In the next instant, countless Noble Phantasms shot out, attacking Mordred.

"What?! This kind of attack?!"

The group of Knights of the Round Table were terrified and immediately assumed a defensive posture.

Mo used her skills to knock away most of the Noble Phantasms in front of her, but she started to struggle with the remaining ones.

Seeing this, Galahad rushed forward with a peculiar shield, blocking Mordred's path, but a sword still managed to slip through the gap and grazed Mordred's helmet.

With a soft "crack," Xiao Mo's helmet shattered into pieces and fell onto the cobblestone path.

The Knights of the Round Table were dumbfounded.

Their surprised gazes darted back and forth between Mordred and Artoria.

"Lord Mordred, why do you look exactly like the King?" Agraven asked, puzzled.

"Lord Mordred, you look so much like the King!" Lancelot thought he was seeing things.

“Lord Mordred, you…” Gawain didn’t know what to say.

Kai opened his mouth: "My sister, another one?"

Sadness shook his head: "Sigh, I don't understand people's hearts."

The remaining knights were also completely bewildered.

Artoria looked at Mo's face and felt extremely strange.

However, Gilgamesh wouldn't give them a chance to think or wonder; he—he was laughing maniacally.

"Hahahaha!!! So that's how it is, hahahaha! Is that how it is? So you're Saber?"

That familiar figure and face, and that hatred for me, hahahahahahahaha!!!

Inside the restaurant, Shirou Emiya said inexplicably, "Has this guy gone crazy from playing video games for the past ten years?"

Yu Meiren reached for the second bunch of grapes and said, "Silly girl, these two are obviously not the same person, they're clearly sisters!"

Emiya Shirou coughed a few times: "No, it's mother and daughter, ah, no, it's mother and son, no, it's father and son... that doesn't seem right either, father and daughter? Never mind, I won't say anymore."

Outside the church, Artoria knew this wasn't the time to dwell on why Lord Mordred looked so much like her. She shouted, "Knights of the Round Table, attack! Galahad, Gareth, defend! Lord Merlin, cast illusion! The rest of you, charge!"

"Yes!!!"

Merlin felt a little guilty. He had previously agreed with Mordred to keep the illusion spell on her so that no one would discover that she looked exactly like her father.

As a result, when Gilgamesh threw his Noble Phantasm, Merlin accidentally bit his tongue while casting a defensive spell on Mordred.

To make amends for his mistake, Merlin began to give the Knights of the Round Table and Artoria buffs for free, such as increasing attack and defense, stacking the buffs dozens of times.

A group of Knights of the Round Table suddenly charged forward with great energy, and Gilgamesh's Noble Phantasms were thrown out like they were free.

In an instant, beams of light and light cannons shot out from the entire church, and fireworks bloomed continuously in the sky and on the ground. The ground of the entire church was leveled by tens of meters, and mushroom clouds shot straight into the sky.

Rin Tohsaka, Sakura Edelweiss, and Touma Kamijou, who were watching from a distance, were all stunned. All they could see at the scene was one light pollution after another, coupled with deafening explosions.

And from time to time came shouts of "Mongol! Mongol! Mongol!" and "Fried chicken!", "Curry stick!", "There's an Avalon in Dalian!".

Fortunately, although Touma Kamijou himself couldn't see anything, it didn't affect his role as a signal transmitter; at least the people in the restaurant were having a very interesting time.

"Beautiful! Wonderful!" — Yu Meiren

"Go! Big brothers who can fire light cannons!" — Meruet.

"Go Lancelot! Don't lose to those British guys!" — Riko.

"Merlin is a damn idiot! He's made my wife into a hero and invincible!" — Emiya Shirou.

"Who's your wife?!" — Yu Meiren + Riko.

"Ah, this... a slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue..." Emiya Shirou immediately backed down.

Outside the church, the fighting continued. Gilgamesh, unable to bear it any longer, threw out a real chrysanthemum shield, blocking the attack of the light cannon. On the other side, Galahad's shield materialized the walls of Camelot, blocking Gilgamesh's Noble Phantasm.

During this phase, both sides were exchanging powerful attacks. Artoria used her Curry Stick several times, but Gilgamesh had too many defensive Noble Phantasms, and they were all blocked.

Artoria decided to finish the battle quickly, and she shouted, "King Gilgamesh! Such an attack is pointless! How about we settle the score in the next level?"

"Hahahaha!!! Saber, are you so eager to marry me? Then I'll grant your wish!"

Yes, after clashing with the Knights of the Round Table for so long, Gilgamesh finally realized he had misjudged them.

It's not really his fault; the main problem is that the Artoria before him is indeed very different from the one ten years ago.

Furthermore, given that Mordred truly looks exactly like Artoria from ten years ago, Gilgamesh's mistake is understandable.

He's much better than that French marshal, who's gone so far as to equate Yassin with righteousness.

The Knights of the Round Table were enraged when Gilgamesh uttered such treasonous words to their faces, and even Artoria herself gripped her holy sword tightly.

"Give up! Whether we win or lose, I will never marry you! My life belongs to Britain!"

And King Gilgamesh, you are too arrogant! How can you know that you will be the one to ultimately triumph!

"Hahahaha!! Saber, I will show you the most pristine scenery in the world!"

Mr. Jin laughed a few times, then withdrew all the magical artifacts behind him. To his right, a new golden ripple appeared, from which a sword hilt slowly emerged.

Gilgamesh grabbed the hilt and pulled it out. What appeared before Artoria and the Knights of the Round Table was a strange weapon that was divided into three sections, with red and black patterns, and was constantly spinning.

"Awaken, EA! Heaven and Earth Diverge, the Star of Creation!!!"

As Gilgamesh unleashed his Noble Phantasm, the strange weapon began to spin wildly, generating wind pressure that continuously cut through the surrounding space.

The Knights of the Round Table immediately became serious, and even Artoria had to think about how to deal with the situation.

Just then, Merlin shouted, "Artoria, scabbard, Holy Lance!!"

Artoria immediately drew her sword from its sheath, silently chanting, "Avalon! Bloom, idyllic paradise isolated from the world!!!"

At the same instant, the golden EA was also swung towards Artoria and the others, and a red wind pressure mixed with the power to destroy the world roared in, while a white light also lit up the scabbard in front of Artoria.

To everyone's eyes, the scabbard disintegrated into countless tiny parts, completely enveloping Artoria. The moment the wind pressure touched Artoria—

"boom!!!!!"

A group of Knights of the Round Table were immediately thrown to their knees by the aftershocks, and cracks appeared in the city wall materialized by the junior's shield.

Merlin, looking disheveled, sat behind a tree, relentlessly casting buffs on his allies while shouting again, "Unleash the Holy Lance! I've cast the spell on you!!!"

Artoria drew her Holy Lance, blocking 99% of EA's attacks for the Knights of the Round Table behind her, and chanted, "Round Table Conference, now begins! Thirteen Restraints, Release!!"

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