In Type-Moon, it all starts with adopting Sakura.

And indeed, just as he had predicted, this time the demonic spear was completely different from the previous two, which were grand and flamboyant. The crimson light covering its surface looked unremarkable, but the magic power and light contained within were restrained, always concealing countless killing intents.

--call out!!

Only a crimson light remained in sight. The terrifyingly powerful demonic spear pierced straight through the seven rings of blazing heavens that had lost four layers due to the sudden attack of the first demonic spear and the explosion of the Radiant Ship. It broke straight through Gilgamesh's proud self-disciplined body defense system.

"Humph!"

This sight startled Gilgamesh. He snorted coldly and summoned the Shield of the Gods once more to protect his chest, attempting to block the incoming spear of light. However, this time the demonic spear struck not his heart, but... his left arm.

With a deafening "BOOM—!", the golden armor covering his arm was pierced through by the demonic spear without any doubt, and his flesh and blood were shattered along with it. He was almost torn off by the powerful magic, repeating the humiliating experience of losing a close friend in other timelines. The dark purple runes also burrowed into his body the instant they pierced through him.

tick, tick...

Crimson blood flowed continuously from the nearly severed arm, cascading to the ground. The once invincible Hero King, untouched by true injury, was the first to be wounded in this battle. The arm pierced by the demonic spear was cursed and poisoned. These were runes Scáthach had deliberately placed on the tip of the spear—a curse that severely restricted healing. Even though Gilgamesh wouldn't die because he had consumed the herb of immortality beforehand, his healing speed would be greatly slowed, a substantial form of damage.

"..."

The atmosphere fell silent again. He stared at his injured arm, then looked down at Scáthach and Rowe. Instead of displaying the childlike rage expected, he spoke indifferently, "Very good, really very good. Despite coming from different eras, your teamwork can be described as seamless and perfectly in sync."

"I admit I underestimated you all before, the Queen of the Land of Shadows, and you, an outsider."

Feeling the power of the cursed runes raging within him, even the immortal Gilgamesh experienced unbearable pain. The cursed power of the primordial runes was indeed extraordinary. This excruciating agony was perhaps only comparable to the legendary venom of the Hydra.

That damned woman is truly like a venomous snake. Although she always has a smiling face on the surface, when she really gets serious, where is her reserve and pride as a warrior queen? She's completely after your life.

"Compared to the combination of Rider, Lancer, and that mad dog, the two of you can unleash far greater power than them. I'm truly astonished beyond words. In short, let me praise you a bit. At least you've proven to me with your strength that you have the opportunity to witness my strongest Noble Phantasm..."

Letting out a deep breath, Gilgamesh's face twisted into a terrifying, grotesque grin, a mask of rage from the curses and poisonous runes still raging within him. "Now that the minions are mostly dealt with, and the probing between you has dragged on for so long, it's time to deliver the final farewell to you two damned bastards!!"

As he spoke, Gilgamesh waved his hand, concealing most of the golden waves in the sky, but the brilliant starlight in the sky showed no sign of disappearing.

"Boy, your magic is amazing, it actually managed to withstand my bombardment. But since ordinary Noble Phantasms and Illusion Collapse can't break through your defenses, boy, then I'll adjust all the Noble Phantasms to a level of B+ or higher. I wonder how long your prized turtle shell can protect the two of you?"

Gilgamesh looked down at Lovi and then coldly stated his plan.

Yes, despite the powerful enhancement from the Sage's Staff.

This caused Lovi's strength to leap directly from a magician to a top-tier Servant capable of withstanding the King of Heroes's relentless bombardment. Although his magical power remained inexhaustible, his human body was still his greatest limitation. He could not maintain his condition and stamina to resist like a Servant. His body had its limits, and the fantasy collapse of B+ rank or higher mentioned by the King of Heroes was clearly the limit he could not withstand.

but……

"So, keep struggling like a wild dog, let your life, like a candle in the wind, perish under my treasure! Don't worry, after you die, I will still reclaim your wand and soul as an immortal collectible, hahahahahahahaha—!!"

Seemingly having fully adapted to the pain brought by the runes, Gilgamesh looked down at Lovi, who was still struggling below, with a bloodthirsty pleasure on his face. In his eyes, Lovi, who had given him so many surprises and could bring him the unknown and pain, was undoubtedly the best prey.

Despite being thoroughly enraged by Lovi and Scáthach, he still didn't intend to directly use his Ea to crush this young man who loved to scheme and plot until he achieved his current situation. He wanted to use his Noble Phantasm to torment him relentlessly, pushing him step by step into a desperate situation until he sincerely begged for mercy. Only in this way could his vanity be satisfied to the greatest extent.

If he could, Gilgamesh would rather Lovi submit to him willingly and become his slave than collect an interesting soul, because that would make things much more interesting.

As for Scáthach...

He had absolutely no interest in that old woman, whose soul was long since obscured by loneliness and killing, and whose soul fire flickered constantly. There was nothing about her that he cared about, and in the end, all she could expect was to be killed by him.

'Well then, it's time for me to clean up the mess.'

Gilgamesh narrowed his eyes, then pointed at Rovi and the other person and gently lowered his finger.

Then, the endless rows of magical artifacts sweeping out from the depths of the portal seemed to transform into a torrent of light, its terrifying aura threatening to obliterate everything in sight. In an instant, the roar once again resounded through the heavens and earth, and the continuous explosions of intense light replaced the sun, illuminating everything in the night sky.

This attack was no longer the random throwing of the past. Gilgamesh was now perfectly controlling all the Noble Phantasms he released, making the most of each one.

All of his Noble Phantasms were top-tier, B-rank or higher. He deliberately placed all Noble Phantasms that targeted barriers, magic, or had the ability to break through defenses at the forefront of the golden torrent, intending to use them to destroy Lovi's barrier like scraps of paper. Meanwhile, the higher-ranking Noble Phantasms were hidden in the golden vortex, waiting for the barrier to disappear so they could deliver a fatal blow to Lovi.

Faced with such an attack, Luo Wei knew that it was pointless to continue to maintain the previous defenses in such a sorry state. He looked at the king in the sky with a crazed and bloodthirsty expression, knowing that the time was almost up.

Without further hesitation, he removed his defenses and released all restraints on Scáthach, allowing her to unleash her hidden Noble Phantasm for a final showdown with Gilgamesh, and offering her his final support.

[High-Speed ​​Divine Words]

"By the name of the Command Spell, Scáthach, restore to your best condition."

"By the name of a Command Seal, I command you to release your hidden second Noble Phantasm."

"Issue this command in the name of a single Command Seal to enhance the power of the Second Noble Phantasm."

"By the name of a Command Spell, command the immediate release!"

Six Command Seals on her arm disappeared simultaneously, transforming into power and blessing that acted upon Scáthach at the same time.

"Is it finally my turn to make a move? At least I don't have to hold back anymore, hmph~"

Feeling the blessing from the Command Spell, Scáthach smiled slightly, giving a smile to Rowe who turned his head to look at her from directly in front of him and nodded slightly. Then she looked up and glanced at the enhanced golden rain of light falling from the sky, her expression still calm, even with a hint of anticipation in her eyes.

"You think you can kill us with just this? Hero King, you're far too arrogant. Do you really think you've got the win line in the bag?" Scáthach calmly questioned Gilgamesh, her gaze fixed on his cold eyes.

"Huh? What else? Whether it's the quantity or the quality of the treasures, I have an absolute advantage. And with my defense, your Causal Spear can no longer play its proper role. So what other means do you have to threaten me?"

Gilgamesh spoke calmly, as if it were a matter of course, responding to Scáthach's question with a cold laugh.

but……

Under the night sky, Scáthach casually turned and used her magic spear to knock down all the golden rain of light that came from mid-air, her expression remaining calm as ever.

"As I said, you are too arrogant, King of Heroes. You thought you could crush all your opponents with the sheer number of your Noble Phantasms, so you thought you were invincible when you unleashed this Noble Phantasm."

Scáthach's crimson eyes stared silently at him. "You really think you'll never fail?"

"Huh? I admit, you are strong, Godslayer. But what good is your strength? Alone, you are no match for the treasures I have accumulated. In the end, you will only be swallowed up by these endless treasures and then killed."

Gilgamesh remained calm, as if he were stating some kind of reality.

"Kill me?"

Scáthach suddenly chuckled.

"It seems you've completely misunderstood something, King of Heroes."

Then, to Gilgamesh's astonishment, she planted the spear in front of her, abandoning the familiar weapon she had always used.

"what do you mean?"

Gilgamesh frowned, a vague sense of unease rising within him.

"Hehe, King of Heroes, just as I said before, you lost your dearest friend because of death in your previous life, and because of your fear of death, you went to find the elixir of immortality, but in the end, it was stolen by a snake and you failed. So, for you, death is your greatest enemy."

Scáthach gripped a slender magic wand that had appeared out of nowhere, drawing a strange pattern in the air before a surge of magical energy shook the entire battlefield.

"Therefore, King of Heroes, this time I will grant you true death once again as the Queen of Death."

"Let me see if your prized treasures can still shine as brightly as ever when facing the gates of the Land of Death."

As Scáthach's voice faded softly, Rowe, who had been standing at the forefront and had used all his strength to help her withstand the last wave of attacks, swayed back to her side, his body already nearing its limit, a weary smile on his face.

"Then it's up to you, Scáthach."

As soon as he finished speaking, he sat down on the ruins at his feet and began to do his best to recover from the injuries he had sustained in the battle.

"Don't worry, Master, I promise I will never let you down."

Scáthach nodded slightly, and at that moment Gilgamesh seemed to suddenly realize something important. His expression changed abruptly, and he roared, "You old hag! You actually brought the other side of the Land of Shadows out here?!"

"It's too late to realize this now. The gates of the land of the dead have been opened for you. No one can survive except those I favor. So accept your fate, Hero King!"

"—The Gate of Skye, a demonic realm overflowing with death!!!"

Snap!

The heavy doors rattled, accompanied by the Queen of Death's merciless pronouncement. In the sky, the gates welcoming the dead had opened wide, taking in countless sweeping treasures and disappearing without a trace.

Witnessing this scene firsthand and experiencing the aura emanating from the realm of death, even the proud and arrogant King of Heroes, Gilgamesh, immediately became solemn. He retreated rapidly, but with the aid of the Command Seals, he was already trapped the moment the gate to the realm of death appeared. Gilgamesh had a premonition that his soul was already locked onto it, and no matter where he fled, he could not escape this Noble Phantasm.

"You scoundrel! Don't get too cocky!!"

Upon seeing this, the Hero King, whose face was extremely grim, did not hesitate to reach into the treasure vault. Only after touching a familiar sensation did he slightly relax his furrowed brows and continue looking down at the massive doorway and the queen who ruled the realm of death.

'...So, I guess I have no choice but to use this after all?'

She murmured to herself.

But Gilgamesh already had the answer in his heart, so he unhesitatingly drew the sword that had torn the heavens and earth apart once again, letting the crimson gale and magic power rage across the world once more.

"So it's that legendary other realm, the Land of Shadows... It's just as outrageous as Ereshkigal's underworld. Since you two damned bastards have struggled to this extent, then I will no longer show mercy. This next blow may well be the end of this war. I don't care what Alaya thinks now. I don't care if this city is completely destroyed."

"In short, I will never lose!!"

With a terrifying burst of magical power, the crimson divine sword with three cylindrical blades reappeared in the world. This is the King of Heroes' strongest Noble Phantasm, the World-Defying Noble Phantasm - Ea.

This world-shattering treasure can cleave the world itself. Although the King of Heroes' magic is obviously not enough to cut the world apart, once it is used and unleashed, all matter within a certain range will inevitably return to the nothingness before creation.

Just as it tore apart Iskandar's army of kings, it is perfectly suited to be used against Scáthach's Land of Shadows.

Facing the gates of the Land of Shadows, which rivaled the seven gates of Ereshkigal's underworld, Gilgamesh dared not be negligent and immediately unleashed his strongest offensive Noble Phantasm.

"Get ready, sing your heart out, Ea!!"

Seeing this, Scáthach noticed that her Land of Shadows was shaking under the special magic of the sword Ea, but her expression remained unchanged. She simply looked intently at the King of Heroes before her, preparing for a full-scale battle. Then, the two, one in the sky and one on the ground, spoke in unison—

"They're coming! The Queen of the Land of Shadows!!"

"Come on over, King of Heroes!!!"

Chapter 89 The Boundless Malice That Exists in This World

Should we say... this was a bloodbath?

No, unfortunately, this is just a simple contest of strength, and it seems that Kiritsugu Emiya is at a significant disadvantage in this contest.

In an open space.

call out--!

Kirei Kotomine swiftly dodged the bullet fired by Kiritsugu Emiya by tilting his head to the side.

Then his entire body began to run rapidly through the ruins. His figure twisted and turned, and with his agile movements and powerful mobility, he dodged all of Kiritsugu Emiya's attacks one after another, and then seized the opportunity to quickly approach him.

"hateful!!"

Seeing that the bullets kept missing their mark, and having lost two family members who were more important than his own life in a short period of time, Kiritsugu Emiya, who had already lost his mind, began to panic as he learned that the Holy Grail was about to descend.

While holding the gun in his right hand, he immediately drew another weapon with his left hand and began firing at Kirei Kotomine with double the firepower. It was the relic of his assistant, the deceased Maiya Hisau.

He gripped it tightly, imagining that his assistant was still alive and fighting alongside him.

"Maimi... let's go and fulfill that dream together."

Kiritsugu Emiya murmured softly, and in a daze, he felt as if he could really hear that incredibly familiar voice again.