The gods descend into reality

Cú Chulainn stood there, stunned.

Even with the slowest neural response, Cú Chulainn knew that Xiao Se had just been talking about him.

"Who are you trying to fool?!"

As the group left, Cú Chulainn immediately cursed.

"So what if I'm unlucky? Did I eat your rice? I'm still alive and well!"

"Cú Chulainn shouted."

Who are you trying to scare?!

Luck is something a Heroic Spirit doesn't care about at all!

Damn it, why are old ladies always luckier than me?!

But none of that matters, we're still living perfectly well, aren't we?!

Cú Chulainn took a step.

"Bang~"

A huge piece of steel suddenly fell from the sky, sticking straight up in front of him, less than a centimeter away.

Cold sweat broke out on my forehead in an instant.

Cú Chulainn looked up and saw a vast, empty sky with no tall buildings in sight.

and so--

Where the hell did this come from?!

It must be a coincidence!

Meanwhile, at the Matou residence.

Chapter 279 The Low-Key and Reserved Gilgamesh

"Ahem, did it fail?"

An old man with a hunched back, who looked like a withered branch, spoke in a low voice.

"Ho...ho ho~"

Hassan, who was wearing a cloak, admitted it.

Although it was summoned through special means and is not a complete Heroic Spirit, resulting in a loss of mind and difficulty in speaking, its fighting instincts still remain.

And to make matters worse, even that thing failed to work?!

Zouken Matou remained silent.

A true Servant would probably have no way to resist that thing.

"Fine, let's go take down Saber first—"

Zouken Matou paused mid-sentence, then looked towards the door, a terrifying smile spreading across his withered face.

"I never expected that someone would actually find this place."

Zouken Matou spoke without the slightest sign of nervousness.

As a magician who has lived for over two hundred years, he has already used countless magic tricks on the entire Matou mansion.

This is my magic workshop.

There are many factors that determine the outcome of a battle between magicians.

No matter who has the most magic or who knows more and better magic tricks.

No matter how skilled you are at magic tricks, your body is still made of flesh and blood. A single moment of carelessness can be fatal.

Therefore, magicians generally do not visit other magicians' workshops.

That's a very dangerous thing.

As for his own magic workshop, which he has been running for hundreds of years, it is filled with countless magic traps. Not to mention magicians, even grand magicians would not be able to leave unscathed.

In his magic workshop, Zouken Matou has full confidence in facing all unknown enemies.

"Come out, little mouse."

Zouken Matou spoke, and Hassan Sabah beside him instantly assumed a defensive stance.

"Tch~ How dare a mere old bug speak to me in such a tone?"

The main gate was pushed open at some point, and Gilgamesh leaned against the door frame, not wearing his usual golden armor.

Of all his Noble Phantasms, Gilgamesh's favorite is still his golden armor, because only the golden armor that shines like the sun can match his noble status as the oldest king.

However, Gilgamesh was wearing a jacket at this moment, which didn't even qualify as a Noble Phantasm.

Xiao Se has read all the works about himself in that world.

Apart from my own version from the world of Magical Girl Illya, they are all generally consistent with my personality.

That's not the main point; the main point is every time I appear wearing glittering golden armor.

Instead of cheers, the barrage of comments was filled with terms like "nouveau riche" and "glittering gold."

Damn it, I am the oldest king!

The world has a very deep misunderstanding of me.

From then on, Gilgamesh felt that his appearances must be understated, luxurious, and restrained, reflecting the king's style.

"Hassan al-Sabah, you really are a good match for the personality of an old worm like you."

Gilgamesh glanced at the servant beside Zouken Matou and said with a look of disdain.

A Heroic Spirit summoned by a mere Assassin class.

What a load of rubbish!

They only hide in dark corners to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy, just like a little mouse hiding in the shadows.

That's why I look down on Ying Zheng!

He was assassinated while still alive, by an assassin named Jing Ke, who almost succeeded!

I just chuckled.

"You piece of trash! If it were me, I would have crushed Jing Ke in one blow!"

They actually said the emperor is more powerful than the king. When that guy comes out, I'll definitely have to give him a good beating.

Upon hearing Gilgamesh's words, Zouken Matou's pupils shrank. Although to this decaying body it was nothing more than a body composed of a group of Crest Worms, or even a person, it was a monster!

What panicked Zouken Matou was not Gilgamesh's self-proclaimed title.

The Holy Grail War has begun, so it's not surprising that any kind of Servant will appear, but what surprises Zouken Matou is how this guy in the leather jacket chewing gum addresses his Servant.

Hassan al-Sabah.

It was indeed the name of the Servant I summoned this time.

The so-called Holy Grail War is like drawing cards.

Summoning a powerful Servant would make the Holy Grail War much easier.

However, the outcome of a war is not solely determined by the strength of the Servants; intelligence, timing, and the state of the battle are all crucial.

The most important factor is intelligence.

Information about the opponent's Master and Servant.

Therefore, they usually hide their Servant's true name during battle.

After all, once a Servant's true name is known to others, it means that the Servant's personality and even their Noble Phantasm will become traceable, allowing for targeted planning and making battles much more difficult.

Take King Arthur, for example.

If someone summons this Servant, then their Noble Phantasm can be directly classified as three types.

The Holy Lance of the Lancer class, or the Sword in the Stone and the Sword of Victory Pact, or even Avalon, which is known for its absolute defense.

The best way to deal with this kind of enemy is to kill them as much as possible before they unleash their Noble Phantasm.

Although Hassan al-Sabah is not as famous as King Arthur, he is still a notorious assassin, and the other party clearly came here after conducting an investigation.

"Oh, have you investigated me? I wonder which Your Majesty is Your Majesty?"

Zouken Matou asked Gilgamesh.

"Hey~"

A long spear shot out from the ripples, piercing Matou Zouken's head with perfect accuracy.

This attack, which could kill any human in one hit, didn't even allow Zouken Matou to dodge.

"Sigh~"

The next moment, a dense chirping of insects rang out, and the human-shaped Matou Zouken collapsed instantly. Accompanied by countless engraving insects running and reassembling, a Matou Zouken that was exactly the same as before soon reappeared on the side.

In the direction from which the Noble Phantasm had been fired, a Crest Worm was struggling incessantly before falling silent.

"Listen up, old bug! I am the only king in heaven and earth, and only I am worthy to be called king!"

Gilgamesh stood up.

"Tch, why bother talking to an old bug like you who's going to die sooner or later?"

"Oh, it seems Your Majesty doesn't want to talk about it."

The moment Matou Zouken opened his mouth.

A black figure suddenly appeared behind Gilgamesh, its terrifying right hand attacking him.

At this moment, even Zouken Matou's unchanging expression revealed a hint of smugness.

An assassin is someone who delivers a fatal blow when the enemy is off guard!

Even the strongest Saber could perish if she were ambushed at close range by an assassin, let alone this unknown Heroic Spirit in front of her.

Complacency is humanity's original sin!

Die!