Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1287: Tousaka Tokiomi is committing suicide again
The strongest servant, Archer Gilgamesh, who was once known for his arrogance, his arrogant attitude and belief in victory, at this moment, seemed to be shattered by an invisible hammer, scattered all over the ground, and it would be difficult to piece together his past glory.

Tōsaka Tokiomi's face, which usually maintained an aristocratic reserve, was now filled with unprecedented anxiety.

He had no time to care about the elegant demeanor passed down from generation to generation by the Tohsaka family. The sense of urgency in his heart surged like a tide, forcing him to quickly weigh the pros and cons and find a way out of the situation.

Luther, this imaginary Heroic Spirit who appeared out of nowhere, is so powerful that it has far exceeded the expectations of all Masters and Servants.

One can't help but wonder whether this is a field that humans can reach.

All the information about Luther seems so scarce. His limits, his abilities, and even his purpose are like shadows in the fog, making them unpredictable.

If Tōsaka Tokiomi relied on his own strength or Gilgamesh's blindly confident fighting style to fight Luther head-on, it would be like hitting a rock with an egg, and would ultimately only push himself and Gilgamesh into the abyss of destruction.

An idea quickly formed in his mind - union.

Unite with other masters, temporarily put aside your grudges, and work together to deal with this unprecedentedly powerful enemy.

Once the idea took root, it quickly took root and grew vigorously.

Tōsaka Tokiomi believed that in the face of a common threat like Luther, even those Masters who usually had their own ulterior motives would be forced to put aside their prejudices and choose to cooperate.

After all, the instinct of survival will drive them to make the choice that is most beneficial to themselves.

And he, Tōsaka Tokiomi, has the capital and means to convince them.

He gently stroked the long and thin Command Seal on the back of his hand. Under the dim light, the strange red light seemed even more dazzling and even more frightening.

This is the absolute order from the Master to the Servant, the last trump card in Tōsaka Tokiomi's hand, and the key to his ability to control the overall situation.

Just when Gilgamesh was about to fight to the death, Tōsaka Tokiomi's voice pierced through the noise of the battlefield, like an untimely cold wind, blowing into the heart of this proud king.

"Archer, stop it."

Tōsaka Tokiomi knew very well that Gilgamesh's arrogance was like a stubborn disease that was difficult to cure.

But at this moment, he had to try to touch the heartstrings of the king with words, even if it was just the slightest shake.

Gilgamesh's face instantly darkened, and his golden eyes seemed to be ignited by anger, turning red, like two blazing flames, ready to devour everything.

He roared in anger: "Tokiomi, you are so bold that you dare to interrupt my battle! Do you think that you can calm the king's anger with just a few words of advice from a subject?"

Tōsaka Tokiomi shook his head helplessly. Gilgamesh's arrogance had long been ingrained in his bones and had become an inseparable part of him.

He took a deep breath and decided not to waste any more words, but to resort to his last resort.

"In the name of the Command Seal, Archer, return to my side immediately!"

As the order was given, the madness and anger on Gilgamesh's face froze instantly, and his red eyes suddenly shrank, as if they were tightly bound by an invisible force.

The golden light on his body began to flicker, like a candle in the wind, swaying gracefully but powerless to turn the tide.

The power of the Command Spell is absolute. It comes from the deepest contract between the Master and the Servant, and is a symbol of rules and power. No matter how unwilling or angry Gilgamesh is, he cannot disobey this command from the source.

His body began to gradually dissipate, transforming into dazzling golden light, like a meteor across the night sky, and finally disappeared completely into the air, leaving only silence and emptiness.

"Tousaka Tokiomi is committing suicide again."

Luther watched Gilgamesh disappear.

At this moment, Berserker suddenly went mad like an enraged beast, his eyes were red, his muscles were tense, as if endless rage was burning in his body.

After losing Gilgamesh, whom Matou Kariya had clearly regarded as a hostile target, Kuanglan's eyes were strangely locked on Artoria.

"A... Se..."

The roar from Kuanglan was low and full of savagery, and there was an indescribable fanaticism and anger in the voice. Then, he grabbed the light tube of the street lamp next to him, and rushed towards Altria as if holding a huge stick.

Altria looked shocked. She had no idea why Kuanglan suddenly pointed the finger at her.

Although she quickly adjusted her posture and rushed into the battle, the tendons of the hand that had once grasped the sword had been severed by the deadly yellow rose, and now she could no longer exert her full strength.

Faced with Kuang Lan's ferocious attack, she could only barely raise her sword to block it. However, the huge impact force still made her involuntarily take several steps back, and the stone pavement under her feet was shattered.

Seeing this scene, Diarmuid's sense of honor and responsibility of chivalry was instantly ignited.

What's more, the predicament that Altria was in at the moment was indirectly caused by him.

Kuang Lan's move was tantamount to snatching away his fruits of victory and taking advantage of someone's misfortune.

How could Diarmuid just sit there and do nothing?

"How can a mere ordinary street lamp tube compete with my treasure?"

After a fight, Diarmuid had an ominous premonition in his heart. He quickly glanced at the metal tube in Kuanglan's hand, and saw that it was covered with a layer of abnormal magic power, black and red intertwined, spreading like the tentacles of a devil, wrapping the metal tube tightly and making it extremely strong.

"Is it a strengthening magic? No, Berserker has completely lost his mind at this moment and is simply unable to perform such a sophisticated strengthening magic. So, is it his Noble Phantasm that is causing trouble?"

While analyzing the situation, Diarmuid engaged in a fierce confrontation with Kuanglan.

[In the Fourth Holy Grail War, Diarmuid was summoned by Kenneth El-Melloi Archipelago as a Lancer Servant and signed a contract with him. He is a hero of the Knights of Lanfiona in Celtic mythology. The tragic love story between him and Princess Granny was later praised as the prototype of the story of Lancelot and Guinevere. Because of this, the fourth Berserker, Lancelot, felt particularly difficult when facing him.]

At this moment, it seems like a duel between the prototype and the imitator, with history and reality intertwined at this moment, colliding to create fierce sparks.

After Diarmuid noticed the effect of Lancelot's magic, he switched weapons without hesitation.

He switched the "Destroyable Yellow Rose" to the deputy position, and used the "Demon-Destroying Red Rose" as the main attacker. He waved both guns again and launched a fierce attack on Kuang Lan.

(End of this chapter)