Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1286 Stealing the Spiritual Base
With Assassin's cheetah-like keen intuition and Gilgamesh's nearly unparalleled strength, it should only be a matter of time before they defeat the Servants scattered on the battlefield one by one and finally seize the Holy Grail.

However, the wheel of fate is always full of unpredictable variables, and the scene that worried Tohsaka Tokiomi the most inevitably came.

Gilgamesh's "king's disease" is a disease caused by the arrogance and loneliness deeply rooted in his soul. Whenever his fighting spirit is high, it is like a wildfire that is difficult to contain.

This time, he resolutely ignored Tōsaka Tokiomi's worried dissuasion and insisted on showing his true king's demeanor on the battlefield.

At this moment, his real name was like a meteor streaking across the night sky, bright and dazzling, but it also foreshadowed the coming of a storm.

Tōsaka Tokiomi's premonition was like a dark cloud covering the sun, heavy and depressing.

Once those masters who were originally working independently and harboring ulterior motives learn of Gilgamesh's existence, they will definitely put aside their past grudges and join hands to fight against this hero king who is hailed as the strongest.

After all, Gilgamesh's power is an insurmountable mountain for any master who desires victory, an obstacle that must be removed.

[As long as saints exist, great thieves will never cease.] - This is an ancient and mysterious prophecy, but at this moment it has turned into a treasure in Luther's hand, shining with a strange light.

Its level is EX, which falls into the category of anti-personnel Noble Phantasm. The effective range is between 1 and 5, and the maximum number of people captured is 1.

This Noble Phantasm, as its name suggests, can steal the Noble Phantasm of the opponent, and even their symbol.

No matter whether it is physical weapons or sublimated weapons containing stories and legends, none of them can escape his hands.

Although it cannot guarantee that the original user's performance can be fully utilized, once it is taken away, the opponent's strength will be greatly reduced. Any level of treasure will appear fragile in front of it.

"For example, I'm going to steal your royal treasure, Hero King."

There was a hint of teasing in Luther's words. He waved his finger lightly, and ripples suddenly appeared in the air. At this moment, the light suddenly lit up, like the dawn, illuminating a corner of the battlefield.

Gilgamesh's pupils suddenly shrank, and a hint of disbelief flashed in the bright red.

He clearly felt that the king's treasure that he was so proud of, the treasury of countless gold, silver, treasures and divine artifacts, had disappeared out of thin air at this moment!

"How can it be!!!"

Gilgamesh's roar echoed across the battlefield, his voice filled with disbelief and anger.

This was undoubtedly an extremely absurd thing for him. The king's treasure was the symbol of his being a king and one of the sources of his power. Now it was taken away so easily. How could he not be furious?

The other servants witnessed this scene and all had strange looks on their faces.

There was a flash of surprise in Altria's eyes, followed by deep worry.

How difficult and terrifying it is to have an opponent who can steal other people's treasures.

How should we deal with such an enemy?
"Don't worry. The more powerful the stolen item is, the longer it will take to recover."

Luther seemed to see through Altria's worries. He smiled and explained, "At least until the end of this Holy Grail War, I may not be able to steal your treasures again."

There was a certain sincerity and confidence in Luther's words, which made Iskandar nod his head, as if he really believed what he said.

"Is that so?"

There was a glimmer of understanding in Iskandar's eyes. He was a heroic king. Although he was dissatisfied with Luther's behavior, he could understand the logic behind it.

However, Waver was not so easily convinced. "Rider, this is unbelievable no matter how you look at it!"

He said to his servant in a collapsed state, his tone full of helplessness and doubt.

Did you believe his words so easily?
Waver's heart was filled with doubts and uneasiness. The Holy Grail War was cruel and complicated, and any slackness could bring fatal consequences.

"My little Master, you worry too much. If there were no restrictions, then Luther would be invincible. He could have directly stolen our Noble Phantasm instead of telling us about this restriction."

Iskandar laughed and patted Weber on the head.

"You miscellaneous cultivator!"

Gilgamesh lost his treasure of kings, and the only thing he could use was the Heaven's Chain, because it was the incarnation of his best friend. More importantly, the key to the treasure of kings was not in his hands.

That thing is deep in the King's Treasury, the EA Sword of Disobedience.

In other words, now Gilgamesh only has the Heavenly Chain left to use, and all the others are lost.

"Then, Hero King, facing the attack of your own Noble Phantasm, what can you do? Oh, I forgot to tell you that if your Noble Phantasm is stolen by me, it is equivalent to your spiritual foundation being stolen by me. Unless your Hall of Heroes body creates a new spiritual foundation, otherwise, from now on, your present life will be permanently without the King's Treasure."

Behind Luther, a golden halo slowly opened like a sacred door, revealing a power that should not be underestimated.

Eight spears and short blades, each emitting a dazzling golden glow, were now pointed grimly at the arrogant king.

These words were like a bolt from the blue, shocking every Servant and Master present.

For them, a treasure is not only a tool for fighting, but also a symbol of identity and power.

The ability demonstrated by Luther was that he could steal the treasure and deprive it of its spiritual foundation at the same time. This was undoubtedly cheating outside the rules of the game and was difficult to accept.

"There is actually such a foul treasure?"

Diarmuid exclaimed in a low voice, his tone full of disbelief.

His eyes wandered between Luther and Gilgamesh, and his heart was filled with shock and anxiety.

The other servants also looked at him in surprise. It was obvious that Luther's ability was beyond their comprehension.

"Miscellaneous cultivators!"

Gilgamesh showed no fear at all. He stared at Luther and faced the eight spears and short blades.

At the Tohsaka family, Tohsaka Tokiomi's face was as pale as paper, his eyes were empty, as if the whole world had collapsed at this moment.

He never imagined that Gilgamesh's royal treasure, the treasure trove that was known to be invincible, would be stolen.

This was not just a matter of stolen treasure; it was a fatal blow to his carefully planned and confident strategy.

How could such a cunning, cheating Servant exist?
This simply subverted his cognition.

Inside the Tousaka family's mansion, Tousaka Tokiomi sat weakly on a chair, the fan in his hand hanging limply on his knees, a bitter smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)