newbobooks Chapter 102 The King Shattered Again
Chapter 102 The King Shattered Again
The holy sword in Artoria's hand trembled slightly.
Even with the warning of "intuition," when that dark figure overlapped with the noble and gentle Lake Knight in his memory...
The flow of magic within her body inevitably became disordered.
Lancelot... has he really fallen to this level?
Because of my mistake, must you also bear this foul curse and wander in this world?
The next instant, as the black beast slashed down again, Artoria instinctively raised her sword to try and block.
But the sword path, which was originally as swift as thunder, became sluggish and scattered due to the violent fluctuations in his mind.
clang!!
Arthur's holy sword sliced in from the side, firmly blocking the heavy black sword.
He could sense Artoria's disordered breathing.
If he hadn't intervened in time, Artoria wouldn't have been killed by that sword strike, but she would definitely have been severely injured by the impact that carried her regret.
"Artoria! Don't make that face!"
Arthur's voice came through, deep and powerful:
Look back at the people behind you! The vow you made when you came here has not yet been fulfilled!
If you can't hold your sword properly because of immediate guilt, then you've truly become that kind of 'loser' who only knows how to wallow in the past!
Arthur shoved Berserker away abruptly, his blue cloak fluttering in the sea breeze.
"Listen carefully, my other side, this man is indeed your knight."
That's why he chose to appear in this way—to seek your only salvation!
If you don't even have the courage to look him in the eye, then you are truly insulting this bond between ruler and subject!
These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Artoria's head.
She turned her head sharply and saw Irisviel not far away, her face full of worry, even trying to rush up despite the danger.
That's really embarrassing, considering the same thing just happened...
The Holy Grail War is not over yet, and she has not yet saved the country that she herself led to destruction.
Artoria took a deep breath. Although the lingering pain still remained in her emerald eyes, the indomitable will of "King Arthur" regained control of her body.
She forcefully suppressed the surging regret.
"...I'm sorry, Arthur, I lost my composure."
She stepped forward to stand beside Arthur, though the guilt still weighed heavily on her heart, her eyes had regained their knightly sharpness:
"Although this reunion is heartbreaking, as king, I will never allow myself to die in some inexplicable madness."
If it's to relieve his suffering... I will use this sword to personally bear his pain!
……
"Enough! You bunch of scoundrels, how dare you put on such a disgusting, third-rate melodrama in front of me!"
Above the streetlights, Gilgamesh's rage had reached a visibly imminent point.
He watched as the "mad dog" who had stolen his treasure completely ignored him and went to "catch up" with the two Arthurs.
The two Arthurs completely ignored his presence!
For the oldest king, this was a capital offense more fatal than any insult.
"A filthy, mad dog, and two fools wallowing in the past... May your bodies bear witness to my treasure!"
hum hum hum!
The night sky behind Gilgamesh was instantly filled with nearly a hundred golden vortexes.
That was the largest "Golden Gate" he had ever displayed.
The next second, a barrage of Noble Phantasms, like a sudden storm, with earth-shattering power, indiscriminately bombarded Berserker and the two Arthurs below!
"Tsk, that paranoid..."
Arthur cursed under his breath.
"Wind King's Hammer!"
Arthur unhesitatingly released the compressed air pressure on the blade.
A raging golden hurricane shot into the sky, forcefully deflecting the Noble Phantasms aimed at him and Artoria from their trajectories.
Instead of dodging, Artoria used her intuition to keenly detect the landing points of the incoming Noble Phantasms.
The two King Arthurs displayed an astonishingly high level of synchronization despite almost no communication between them.
Arthur was responsible for cutting off large areas of high-level Noble Phantasms, while Artoria precisely filled in the gaps, knocking away any missed attacks.
"Roar roar roar!"
Faced with the rain of golden swords, Berserker did not retreat; instead, he charged towards Arthur while braving the storm of swords.
He displayed a level of martial arts prowess that chilled everyone to the bone.
A knight does not die unarmed.
He used his black sword to knock away a spear, then seized a battle axe that shot through the air, dyed it black, and threw it at Gilgamesh high in the sky.
Immediately afterwards, he pulled up a curved sword that had just fallen to the ground and, with dazzling speed, frantically parried and countered amidst the golden rain of bullets!
Kiritsugu Emiya, hidden in the shadows, watched this scene through night vision goggles.
"Arthur's unfathomable depths, Archer's overwhelming firepower, and Berserker's bizarre ability to seize... there are just too many monsters in this war."
Although Berserker managed to withstand the bombardment of the Gate of Babylon with his superb martial arts skills, the cost was extremely high.
"Whoa!!"
In a dark alleyway hundreds of meters away, Matou Kariya suddenly coughed up a mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.
Several disgusting worms wriggled in the black blood.
The Crest Worms were frantically gnawing at his flesh and blood inside him, replenishing Berserker's mana, which was being consumed like a black hole.
"This won't do... If this continues, I'll be drained dry before I can even kill Tokiomi Tohsaka!"
With her last shred of reason, Yan Ye glanced at the Golden King and the male Arthur in the distance with extreme resentment.
"Come back... Berserker... Retreat!"
He used a Command Spell without hesitation.
With the forceful intervention of the Command Spell's magic, the black berserker, who was originally braving the rain of swords on the dock and letting out mournful howls at the two Kings Arthur, suddenly froze.
"Roar! Ro ...
Even though Lancelot's obsession with being "King" caused him to let out a roar of extreme resistance.
However, under the absolute force of the Command Seal, he still transformed into a black spiritual particle and instantly dissipated on the devastated battlefield.
"...Did you run away, you cowardly mad dog?"
The golden vortex in the night sky slowly stopped pouring down.
Gilgamesh looked down at the empty ruins, but a terrifying killing intent condensed in his crimson eyes.
For the proud King of Heroes, "fleeing" is the ultimate insult that brings punishment upon him.
What infuriated him even more were the two Arthurs below.
Artoria, whom he considered boring, and Arthur, who dared to defy his will time and time again.
Tonight's farce has completely ruined his pleasure of inspecting the mortal realm.
"How utterly disappointing! Since that filthy stray dog has run away with its tail between its legs, Arthur, then you and that woman will have to bear the brunt of my wrath."
Gilgamesh declared coldly, then slowly reached out his hand towards the unique golden key behind him.
As space distorted, a strangely shaped sword appeared in the King of Heroes' hand.
It has no blade; its cylindrical blade is engraved with mysterious and ancient cuneiform script.
The moment Gilgamesh grasped the hilt, the sword split into three sections, each beginning to spin wildly in its own direction.
hum! !
In an instant, all the air in the entire Weiyuanchuan Wharf was sucked out.
It wasn't the oppressive force of magic, but rather the lament of the "world" itself.
The atmosphere was torn apart, and a red storm gathered at the tip of the sword—a sword of truth that could cleave even space itself and cleave the world in two.
Ea.
"Arthur, I'll see if your laughable mercy can stop the primordial tide!"
Faced with this overwhelming pressure that could destroy everything, Arthur's gaze became more solemn than ever before.
He stepped forward, completely shielding Artoria behind him, and gripped the hilt of the Star Sword tightly with his right hand.
Countless golden particles began to converge, and the air pulsed with the heart of his Dragon Furnace, as if the world itself were breathing along with it.