A person is in Type-Moon, goes out, and then picks up an Outer God girl?

But it was obvious that stopping Rider from the beginning was just a matter of convenience; his real target was actually himself...

After receiving this answer, Duanmu Ye's expression gradually turned cold.

Gazing at the Golden King above the street lamp, the dazzling light of the street lamp and the armor echoing each other was particularly eye-catching in this rainy night. His arrogance was as if he were a god, and the rain falling from the sky did not even seem to have the qualifications to touch him, as it was isolated by the golden armor.

"Do we know each other? I don't remember anyone who calls others bastards without even knowing their own bloodline."

Although he was not named, his increasingly ferocious face twitched continuously as if his reverse scale was touched, but then he turned into laughter.

"You're still stubborn even when you're about to die. You stinky bug, you really make me happy!"

Water, Wind, Flower: Chapter 14: Wasn’t it said that the Holy Grail War would be conducted in secret?

The words in the laughter seemed sarcastic, just like a comedian using funny gestures to tease the audience. This was Gilgamesh's laughter.

It was never a compliment, I just happened to be amused by the anger.

"Very good. As a reward for making me laugh, I will grant you a slower death!"

However, this is ironic!

In front of such an absolutely strong man, a quick death is the real reward. When his most untouchable reverse scale was touched, Gilgamesh showed his hideousness of wanting to tear him into pieces.

Immediately, under Duanmu Ye's gaze, the six light wheels that originally surrounded his body expanded into twenty-four wheels in an instant. Among them, the knives, spears, swords, and halberds that slowly emerged were as dazzling as the sun in the dark day under the brilliance of the light wheels.

Ah this...

I just came here to watch a show, are you serious?

It was a far more exaggerated throwing attack than the thunder summoned by Iskandar before, and it almost broke the common sense of the Holy Grail War. The weapons that were embedded in the ground and blasted countless holes were all genuine treasures without exception.

In just a moment, they were launched simultaneously, and the sweeping group attack seemed to leave no way for the opponent to survive from the beginning, closing the entire mountain road.

The Golden King standing on the street lamp watched all this indifferently. He originally wanted to see how the other party would struggle for survival under his intimidation, but he didn't expect that this stink bug that exuded an unpleasant stench would be so ungrateful.

"..."

Even when he threw out dozens of C+-level Noble Phantasms, Gilgamesh's face showed no sign of wanting to retreat.

The disgusting smell did not dissipate. On the contrary, because of this round of attacks, the smell became particularly obvious.

"Are you finally unable to bear it and revealing your true colors, Bug?"

"You're calling me a bug all the time. What a rude hero king!"

The heavy rain had been falling heavier and heavier without anyone noticing, but whether it was the golden king standing on the street lamp, echoing the glory of the golden king in the distance, or the man in yellow standing in a messy pit, quietly guarding the only piece of pure land under his feet, there was no sign of being wet by the rain.

"This is truly... an extremely ugly posture..."

The dire scene below was reflected in the crimson pupils. An ugly monster stood in the countless pits created by the throwing of the Noble Phantasms.

A tattered yellow robe, an exaggerated sunflower, a shadow whose true appearance cannot be seen clearly, and it seems that there are countless tentacles under his feet constantly stirring. Just looking at it casually like this will make you feel physically uncomfortable.

Duanmu Ye, who was standing below, remained silent. Although he appeared in Gilgamesh's eyes at this moment with his complete appearance in the spiritual clothes he was wearing, he also knew that he was not a gender-changed Van Gogh.

Although he was ostensibly wearing the spiritual base of "Van Gogh", no matter whether Duanmu Ye looked at himself from above or below, he seemed to have inherited the part of the Old Ones that was "stitched" by Van Gogh, making Van Gogh temporarily a normal servant rather than a stitched monster of the Outer God.

Come to think of it, that 91 appearance value probably means that I'm a bit of a nobody...

Boom——

Another round of treasures fell, making the already messy mountainside road even more dilapidated.

The Golden King on the streetlight had an indifferent expression on his face, his red eyes looking down upon everything before him. The "secret war" he received when he was summoned seemed to him to be nothing more than a rule to protect the weak.

To him, everything in this world was his property. Even if he were discovered, it wouldn't matter. He would be nothing more than a group of people who were regressing with age. It was precisely because of this that such people needed his rule and guidance. Allowing them to admire his majestic and glorious figure was the best reward for them!

"Again, keep your head down bugs!"

Although it was something he noticed by chance like a flash of inspiration, there were not many things in this world that could arouse his interest, even if it was only a momentary strangeness.

I originally thought that if the item was magnificent enough to be included in my treasury, even if the other party was an extremely rare Servant, I could make it into a mummified form and put it in the treasury for collection.

However, Gilgamesh, who had witnessed the other person's true appearance at this moment, was somewhat angry. With such an ugly appearance and such a distorted posture, he actually wanted to add it to his collection?

Gilgamesh was not angry at himself for having misjudged him. He was more angry that the other party had polluted his eyes and made him see such a disgusting posture, which made his blood boil.

This guy must be wiped out. As a king, I actually have the idea of ​​collecting this kind of thing...

He could not allow such deeds to exist in his glorious past!

Bang bang bang bang bang——

A sound like the opening of a pulse gate was heard. At the foot of the mountain was the residential area of ​​Fuyuki City, but at this moment, on the mountainside, a golden light was blooming continuously, like the sun rising in the dark night, covering the entire mountain in an instant.

Six rounds, twelve rounds, twenty-four rounds, forty-eight rounds, sixty-two rounds!

This was almost the limit of the treasure house door that Gilgamesh allowed himself to open to deal with the person in front of him. Sixty-two circles of light illuminated the dim mountain area.

It was thrown down inhumanely like washing the ground. Although only sixty-two rounds of treasure house doors appeared, the number actually thrown down was far more than that.

Golden light from the sky fell to the ground like rain, and the noises like natural gas explosions echoed throughout the mountains one after another.

The terrifying aftermath of the explosion blew a terrifying hole in the nearby mountain. The entire mountain began to slide towards the hole, like an animal with half of its body torn off by some creature. The entire ring road was destroyed in an instant, and the surrounding woods turned into a sea of ​​fire. The flint rolling down the mountain was infected by the wind and spread everywhere it passed.

Anyone who understands, after seeing this scene, will surely realize that the Golden King, who is still standing on the street lamp that is somehow intact, with his hands folded and looking down on everything, is the most powerful Servant in this ceremony. He is a mountain that no servant, no matter how powerful, can cross. He is an absolutely powerful being that perhaps only a demigod-level servant can take him a little seriously.

After the roar, the Golden King slowly raised his head, and the arrogance on his face suddenly formed an imperceptible arc at the corner of his mouth.

"Roar, you didn't even run away with your tail between your legs?"

His eyes saw it, saw the figure in yellow clothes concealing its body while deflecting the treasure he threw down. It was a prop that he did not have in his treasure house.

Although the guy in the yellow clothes was not worth mentioning, Gilgamesh had to admit that he had some interest in the tattered yellow clothes.

"A mere Caster, emitting a foul stench, chose not to flee after realizing the difference in status, but to challenge me to a battle?"

Water, Wind, Flower: Chapter 15: Battle! Let me test the sharpness of my precious flower!

"What a foolish decision! Your cloak is like an author desperately typing out every word before the end-of-month deadline. You're constantly mobilizing the surrounding magic power to evade my attacks."

"As a Caster possessing the power of an Assassin, you didn't try to survive the chaos, but instead, ridiculously, sought death from me?"

The golden light wheels flashed again.

Dozens and hundreds of treasures were shot out repeatedly from the golden halo in an extremely casual manner. The Golden King showed a slightly amused smile, but this time it was not because of the other party's previous rude words and disrespect for polluting his eyes, but because he was a little interested in the foolish bravery of this presumptuous Caster and the yellow clothes on his body, which were not made by gods but could avoid being made by gods.

As the oldest king of mankind, he witnessed the epics of many people and gods during his lifetime, and collected all the prototypes of technology produced in his time and took them for himself. He even casually put the so-called Holy Grail into the king's treasury that belonged to him alone.

However, in the King's Treasury, which combined the prototypes of all Noble Phantasms, or the prototypes of human inventions with treasures and treasures from ancient times to the present, he did not see any "originals" with similar properties.

It was like a prop that did not exist in human civilization. It looked like just a very tattered cloak, but it could do some unexpected things. Among the E-C level treasures he threw, many were semi-finished products made by God, but that cloak could ignore the characteristic of "must hit" and pass straight through the body, as if it were invisible and could not be hit by the attacks he threw.

"How am I going to knock you to the ground if I don't get closer?"

Facing the dozens of golden halos hanging below, locked onto him and ready to strike, Duanmu Ye, who knew his own strengths and weaknesses very well, naturally knew how huge the gap between him and Gilgamesh was.

Just like the little demon in Journey to the West who had just started practicing, he ran into his master's lost monkey while patrolling the mountains, and then his sleeping soul was gently awakened by a stick. The gap between him and Gilgamesh did not narrow because of the protection of the outer gods.

Under such contact, the skills that were not clearly revealed when contacting Iskandar before were clearly manifested. The suggestion of the Water Priest can only be triggered by contact, and making him lose his mind requires constructing a dream, and servants cannot dream.

This means that skills that require contact with the Master to use are not enough to equal Gilgamesh at this moment. The Noble of Wind, who can virtualize himself and blend into the wind, and avoid projectiles below B-rank, can be said to be a natural nemesis for Gilgamesh, but what can he achieve by just dodging and running away?

The giant sunflower that resembles a staff in his hand is the embodiment of the power of the Great Martian Formation. The pollen it emits when using it can indeed affect the minds of others, but every time he waves the sunflower, the wind and waves generated by the throwing of the Noble Phantasm will blow it away. The pollen that he controls has no chance of spreading to Gilgamesh. Even if some lucky pollen reaches the destination, that tiny dose is simply not enough to complete the control.

At this moment, Duanmu Ye has realized that Van Gogh's paintings may not be as outrageous as he imagined. At least before the painting is completely completed, he does not know what its purpose is, let alone guess.

He wanted to survive, but the way to survive was to defeat the biggest threat in the Holy Grail War. He couldn't fight it with his own strength alone. Perhaps he needed to find a suitable target to obtain the power that was most likely to defeat him.

But at this moment, Duanmu Ye, who was holding a sunflower that looked like a broadsword and a staff, did not choose to escape. Since Van Gogh needed to have close contact with other servants to complete his painting, even if it was only a little bit, even if there was no effect in the end, it didn't matter what else. Duanmu Ye just wanted to clash with Gilgamesh and see how far his own values, which had no records, could go.

"Hmph, then struggle and get closer, bug!"

The corners of the Golden King's mouth rose more and more, and the golden halos that unfolded behind him were all aimed at him, ready to give the ugly and struggling Caster the death that belonged to the king at any time.

He did not dislike warriors. In his era, there were many such foolishly brave guys who approached him, especially those who did not choose to escape from the beginning and did not kneel down and beg for mercy even after knowing the disparity in strength.

The idea of ​​wanting to kill the person in front of him did not change because he wanted to take away the cloak on him. In Gilgamesh's view, without the cloak, killing the ugly guy under the cloak was just a matter of one or two treasures.

Although his treasure trove was never short of items that could avoid damage, he was interested in the cloak only because the method of avoiding damage by becoming invisible seemed very convenient, and he did not have it in his own treasure trove.

The so-called arrogance and contempt are one thing, and appreciation for the challengers with awareness is another. Although he can still maintain his initial contempt and look down on everyone, when facing a challenger who knows he is going to die but still goes to die, he doesn't mind giving the other party a decent death.

Even though the person in front of him was as ugly as the black mud in the swamp, he never completely looked down on this guy hiding in the darkness. After all, he was also a Servant in the world. If he looked down on others too much, wouldn't it be a disguised insult to himself who was the same as him?

So, if you want to challenge yourself, come on!

If you can do it!

The corners of his upturned mouth gradually cracked, and the golden halo behind him gradually expanded at the same time. It was no longer just E-C Noble Phantasms mixed in it, and the levels of the Noble Phantasms were constantly climbing up in waves at this moment.

Duanmu Ye, who noticed all this, did not choose to retreat, even though there was a residential area at the foot of the mountain that was already in a state of turmoil. Even though Gilgamesh's attack would stop once he reached the residential area, the faceless traveler would give him a disguise to blend into the crowd.

However, what Duanmu Ye wanted to do was never to run away. He couldn't just admit failure without even trying!

The sunflower petals in his hand were shaking slightly. Although it was an iron prop, it was like a real sunflower that sparked flames when it came into contact with those treasures with C+ or even C++.

Feeling a hint of worry coming from the handle, Duanmu Ye knew that it was the worry coming from Van Gogh who had split up and returned home early.

However, Duanmu Ye just tightened his grip on the flower stem, and became more determined to try to get close to Gilgamesh even if there was only one chance.

He wants to fight! He wants Gilgamesh to test whether his sword... is sharp!

Water, Wind, Flower: Chapter 16: The Weakest vs. the Strongest?

The golden sunflower echoed the brilliance under the dozens of halo ripples that spread out like the shining sun. Just as it once faced the sun, it still faced that light at this moment.

Only this time, the person looking up was Gilgamesh.

He didn't like this feeling, but his arrogance as a king didn't allow him to take out a flying item in front of a guy who only knew how to dodge, and he even disdained to use magic to float.

Countless treasures emerged from the golden light gate and shot into the air like golden beams of light, but no matter how they aimed or focused, none of those treasures shining with golden light could hit the target that had already been locked on.

Duanmu Ye, who was flying in the air with the help of the wind under his feet, kept his eyes lingering briefly on the Noble Phantasms that passed by him. Perhaps it was because his memory was strengthened after becoming a Servant that he could record the general appearance of even the Noble Phantasms that just passed by him.

It's a pity that he didn't appear as a real Caster, nor did he possess any projection or copying magic. His memory was useless except for identifying which Noble Phantasms were ineffective against him.

Yes, he is weak. The day before, he was still a poor author staying at home, soaking his pork trotter rice takeaway with tears, and chatting with his friends in the group about writing manuscripts together for the rest of his life. But at this moment, he did not stay at home to write, but was pulled out to play rock-paper-scissors with all the most unconventional servants in the Holy Grail War.

In a flash, the levels of those Noble Phantasms starting from E and ending at C began to rise. Duanmu Ye knew that Gilgamesh had been playing with it from the beginning, testing the extent of his own abilities.

He didn't have any Noble Phantasm. Things like suddenly bursting out with shouts of courage, friendship, and then making a comeback by relying on a Noble Phantasm hidden until the end never existed from the beginning.

No, actually he does have a Noble Phantasm.

The [Yellow House] in the inherent skills comes from Van Gogh's true power, just like a low-end version of the curry stick scabbard. Except for being given a "cursed" state after being triggered, it is undoubtedly his own "treasure".

The sky was filled with golden rain that continued to cover every direction, as brilliant as fireworks and as brilliant as iron flowers. The King of Gold watched the drama in the sky with pleasure, and with the help of the whistling wind from the golden rain, Duanmu Ye, who was hidden in it, continued to conceal his breath. While the arrogant King of Gold was enjoying the cat-and-mouse game, he continued to approach his direction at a slow speed.

As the level of the Noble Phantasm increased, the already slowing speed became even slower, and the B-level Noble Phantasm that was inadvertently mixed in instantly stirred up even more dazzling iron flowers in the air.

"Roar?"

The Golden King narrowed his eyes. Although the opponent used a more professional aura concealment than Assassin in this Holy Grail War, he was fully aware of the Noble Phantasm he threw out and still noticed the abnormality that was only a moment.

The dark yellow figure kept approaching him as if running in the opposite direction. How could Gilgamesh not notice such behavior?

But in the face of absolute strength, no matter how hard the other party tries to get closer, it is just a prelude to a moth flying into a flame and a dying struggle. Even if he really gets close to me, what can he do?

Should I rely on the Void that can only be used for escaping, or rely on the staff that can't perform any magic?

"Looks like this clown farce is coming to an end. Don't die too ugly, bug!"

It was only a matter of seconds to detect something, so there was no need to use the Omniscient Star to investigate the identity of the person in front of him. The Assassin-like fleeing figure was enough to prove to him that he was a weak fellow.

The Golden King, with his arms folded, looked up at the figure in the sky who seemed to realize this and began to dive rapidly, but behind him, the doors of the King's Treasury opened again.

It didn't reach 100, because there was no need. He couldn't afford to worry too much about Caster, who could only disguise himself but not use magic, and trying to prevent him from breaking through the defenses of the King's Treasury.

B-rank or even B+ Noble Phantasms poured out in an instant. Unlike before when they disappeared at a certain point in the air, this time the thrown Noble Phantasms all continuously sparked dazzling flames at one place.

The collision between the Noble Phantasms stirred up sparks of magic power, which fell to the earth like falling stars from the sky, setting the already half-broken hill ablaze.

No one still remembers that it is still raining at this moment. The flames on the ground, the golden rain in the sky, and the flying sparks have all caused the rain falling from the sky to evaporate before it even hits the ground.

Faster, faster, and faster!

No matter his strength or agility, he is undoubtedly at the lowest level, but Duanmu Ye does not think that this is his limit. He has not completely inherited all of Van Gogh, so he can be regarded as an independent heroic spirit. He does not belong to this world, nor to all worlds. The sunflower in his hand keeps turning under the impetus of magic, and it knocks down the treasures that attack him like a chainsaw.

The unmatched power made Duanmu Ye's wrist ache, and the sparks flying from the collision of the treasures even made his vision a little blurred, but Duanmu Ye had only one thought in his mind: he could still fight, and before Gilgamesh took out the A-level treasure, he still had a chance to get close!

Countless treasures fell to the ground, but this time they did not pass through the target person's body, but were actually knocked down.