An extreme radiance sufficient to illuminate the entire Japanese archipelago turned the night into day in an instant.
“Ugh…
Oooooooh!!” Gilgamesh grit his teeth, putting everything into outputting magical energy.
The Vimana beneath his feet made an overburdened creaking sound.
“Is this…
the radiance of the planet?
To actually be able to withstand this King’s Enuma Elish?!” Enuma Elish is an Anti-World Noble Phantasm, theoretically invincible.
But the holy sword in Arthur’s hand had the hidden attribute of [Special Attack against Threats to the Planet].
When Enuma Elish attempted to “cleave the world,” it was judged as a “threat to the world.” Combined with the innate skill ‘Evil Slayer (EX),’ the power of the holy sword was amplified to the extreme at this moment!
“Get—back!!!” Arthur let out a roar, his crimson dragon heart working frantically, and his magical energy output surged once again!
The pale silver pillar of light instantly doubled in size, forcibly pushing back against the red cracks!
“What?!” Gilgamesh’s pupils shook violently.
He saw it.
That radiance tore through his spatial fault, shattered his red storm, and with an unmatched momentum, rushed straight toward his face.
In the final moment before being swallowed by the light.
The proud Oldest King looked at that pure and beautiful starlight, his lips curling into a wild laugh of relief.
“Hahahaha!
Well done!” “Arthur Pendragon!
This radiance…
is indeed worthy of the word’Salvation’!” “This Holy Grail War…
you have won!!” Rumble rumble rumble—————— The light pierced the sky, broke through the clouds, and extended all the way beyond the atmosphere.
Every pane of glass in Fuyuki City shattered at this moment.
Countless people were startled awake from their sleep, thinking they had seen a miracle…
A long time later.
The light dissipated.
Half of the red arched roof of the Fuyuki Bridge had completely disappeared, turned into molten iron.
Arthur stood on the remaining steel frame, the holy sword in his hand slowly lowering.
The radiance on the blade gradually dimmed, returning to its state of being wrapped in Invisible Air.
He was breathing heavily; even with a crimson dragon heart, a clash of this level left him feeling deeply exhausted.
And opposite him.
There was no longer any sign of Gilgamesh.
Only half a piece of shattered golden armor lay quietly on the ground.
[Ding!
You have killed the strongest Servant ‘Archer (Gilgamesh)’.] [Congratulations to the host for obtaining a massive amount of Dimensional Points: 10,000 points.] [Obtained special loot: Gate of Babylon (Fragment).] “It’s over.” Arthur picked up the golden armor fragment and gave it a light squeeze, causing it to dissipate into spiritrons.
He felt no hatred for Gilgamesh, only respect for a strong opponent.
Though that man was arrogant, in the final moment, he truly maintained the dignity of a king.
*Clap, clap, clap.* A burst of hearty applause came from below.
Arthur looked down.
He saw the King of Conquerors Iskandar sitting on his Gordius Wheel by the riverbank, clapping his hands with a look of shock.
Beside him was Waver, who had long since been scared witless.
“Incredible!
Truly incredible!” Iskandar shouted loudly: “Brother Saber!
No, King Arthur!
That strike just now, it was as if you knocked the stars right out of the sky!” “Although this King still wanted to trade some blows with you, after seeing a battle of this level…
Heh, if my ‘Ionioi Hetairoi’ charged in, I’m afraid they’d only serve as fuel for your pillar of light, wouldn’t they?” Iskandar was a straightforward man.
He saw the absolute gap in strength.
He couldn’t even block Enuma Elish, let alone Arthur, who had crushed Enuma Elish head-on.
“Rider.” Arthur leaped down from the bridge and landed steadily in front of Iskandar.
“Do you want to fight too?” “No more, no more!” Iskandar waved his hand and sheathed his sword, a carefree smile on his face: “This war’s outcome is already decided.
Since I cannot win, there is no need to send my soldiers to their deaths.
This is my judgment as a king.” “And…” He looked at Arthur with a serious gaze: “More than the Holy Grail, this King has already found something more interesting in this era.” “In that case…” Arthur reached out his hand.
Iskandar also laughed, extending his broad palm and giving Arthur a firm handshake.
“Consider this King’s loss this time!
But Arthur, if we have the chance to meet in another world, this King will definitely drink with you until dawn!” With the King of Conquerors’ voluntary surrender, his spirit origin began to slowly dissipate.
He had completed his expedition; though he did not get the Holy Grail, he enjoyed the process.
Beside him, Waver was in tears: “Rider!
You…” “Don’t cry, boy!” Iskandar slapped Waver hard on the back, “Live on, witness all of this, and then spread the word of this King’s hegemony!
That is your path as a subject!” The light faded.
Rider, exited the stage.
By the riverbank, only Arthur and the still-sobbing Waver remained.
Arthur had no intention of killing Waver.
“Get lost, kid,” Arthur said calmly.
“Carry on your King’s legacy and live well.” Waver wiped his tears, gave Arthur a deep bow, and turned to run into the night…
On the horizon, the first ray of dawn broke through.
Arthur stood in the morning light, looking at the golden phantom of the Holy Grail gradually appearing in his hand (though it hadn’t fully descended, the greater grail’s function had already locked onto him).
“Finally…” He let out a long sigh of relief.
“What?
Satisfied already?” A familiar cold fragrance approached.
Morgan appeared behind him at some point, naturally wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her face against his back.
“Well done, Arthur.
The radiance of that sword…
made my heart flutter just a little bit.” “Only a little bit?” Arthur asked back with a smile.
“Hmph, don’t push your luck.” Morgan let go and walked in front of him, her face breathtakingly beautiful in the morning light.
She reached out a finger and tapped Arthur’s chest: “All the enemies are gone.
Now, this world…
and this Holy Grail, are all ours.” “So, my Majesty.” “Are you ready to make a wish?
Or…
is what you want more than just a wish?” Arthur looked at Morgan before him, then thought of Artoria, Irisviel, and Sakura at home.
He took Morgan’s hand and looked toward the rising sun in the distance.
“A wish?
I no longer need such a thing.” “Because what I have now, is my ‘Avalon’.”
Maybe it’s not a big deal now… maybe it will be later.
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”