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Click.

It sounded like glass breaking.

Cracks spread from the glowing red golden armor, and then...

Shattered!

Amidst a shower of golden light, the Hero King slowly rose to his feet, and streaks of crimson lines radiating intense magical power crawled up his body.

"Hahaha, how ridiculous!"

"Nothing has changed at all, Gilgamesh!!!"

The king sighed softly, raising his eyes. Those once tyrannical crimson eyes were now completely calm.

There was no hatred, no anger, no sadness, and no excitement.

A dazzling golden hue rose, dancing amidst the rising crimson flames, and an extremely powerful and terrifying aura spread outwards.

"As expected, you've also obtained a composite spirit origin from Caster..."

Merlin chuckled, "Looks like you're finally getting serious, King Gilgamesh?"

He looked at the might of the Lord of Cinder who had sent Hercules flying into the sky with a single spear thrust, and his expression turned solemn: "So you see? The future of defeating His Majesty the Lord of Cinder?"

Like him, Gilgamesh, who is qualified as a Grand Caster, also possesses Clairvoyance EX!

However, unlike what he sees in the present, the other party sees in the future.

Faced with such an unreasonable existence, there is no way to survive by fighting honestly. If the Holy Grail War doesn't involve cheating, are we even players?

Seeing the possibility of victory through the eyes of the King of Heroes, using cheat codes is the right way to go.

Yes.

The future does not exist; what exists are countless possibilities.

"I see..."

Gilgamesh said calmly, "I saw countless possibilities collapsing towards him, gradually being gathered and covered by him."

The world is gradually converging towards one outcome, an outcome in which he completely dominates.

"?"

Merlin's smile vanished.

"Foolish. When you are powerful enough, the so-called countless possibilities will naturally come to an end because of your will."

Gilgamesh glanced at him and sneered, "The vast majority of people live in peace and contentment, society is prosperous and thriving, people help each other, and life is relaxed and happy..."

"Isn't that great?"

Red A's eyes flashed, and he couldn't help but say.

For some reason, he wanted to side with Berserker.

Even permanent peace has been achieved, and even exceeded expectations; everyone is safe and happy.

But Gilgamesh clearly doesn't think so.

"...This is disgusting, it makes me want to vomit...you mongrel!"

moment.

boom!

A crimson aura roared and surged, rising from the ground like a mountain erupting, crashing into the sky and boiling the very air.

With the combined spirit origin of Caster and Archer, the hero-king Gilgamesh completely surpasses the pinnacle of Servants.

The tyrannical and domineering crimson torrent of magic spread out like a raging storm, sweeping across all directions, engulfing the heavens and the earth, vast and boundless as a raging storm.

Without the slightest hesitation, a vast golden ripple spread out behind him, connecting the sky and the earth.

Then a cold, steel mountain emerged from the ripples—no, it wasn't a mountain, it was a hand.

A massive steel hand, as long as a mountain range, tore through the ripples and stepped out with a gait that shook the ocean.

It was as if a majestic mountain was rising on the horizon, casting a vast shadow that covered the sea.

It was a terrifying machine god that seemed to reach the sky, covered with dense magical patterns, and was the ultimate crystallization of wisdom and mystery.

Every detail embodies the limits of human ingenuity.

Nothing is more visibly powerful than this mountain-sized body. Even a casual step could cause a major earthquake, and a single punch could tear the sky apart.

"Machine...God?"

Merlin exclaimed, "You offended the very essence of the Greek god?!"

But he soon noticed the difference.

This is not a god of silicon-based life that has come to life like in the Greek Lostbelts, but a Noble Phantasm.

A treasure from the future.

Of course, it could also be the ultimate weapon for primates created by future humans based on the Greek gods.

Similar to the Six Sisters of Steel?

The King of Heroes' Treasury contains the original texts of all treasures, including prototypes of submarines, airplanes, and more.

The emergence of a prototype of humanity's ultimate weapon seems reasonable... what a load of rubbish!

At this moment, even Merlin, a nightmare who had lived for thousands of years, felt a toothache.

Is the inhibitor really going all out? Aren't they afraid of going bankrupt?

Yeah, it should be recyclable, right? Probably...

However, this might not go as planned. He turned and called out, "Hercules, you..."

The sound stopped abruptly halfway through.

"You are……"

Rosser's cheetah-like, fluid body slowly turned around, one hand gripping a massive, half-destroyed torso, and he tilted his head.

"...Should we look for him?"

With a loosening of his grip, the remains, denser than tungsten steel, plummeted like a meteorite, splashing with a muffled thud and sending up waves.

Merlin: ...

No, aren't you Hercules? What happened to the top-tier Servant, the extremely rare great hero in the European pantheon who ascended to godhood from mortal?

That's it?

"That Lancer..."

A ray of red light appeared.

The blue-soldier, blasted into the depths of the atmosphere by a single shot, fell from the stratosphere.

At high speed, it rubbed against the atmosphere, forming a blazing fireball that enveloped it, turning it into a meteorite that crashed onto the coastline in a star-shaped arc, instantly creating a nuclear explosion cloud.

Then, with a gurgling sound, a peacefully sleeping figure rose from the lava in the meteorite crater.

As for Red A.....

Merlin glanced at Archer Queen standing beside Lord Cinder and his lips twitched.

Boss, what's going on...?

"Well..."

Red A scratched his cheek, embarrassed, and said, "I think this side is the right one."

Who can refuse a peaceful and prosperous life, and world peace?

"Hmph, it really is a fake."

Standing atop the magnificent machine god, the Golden King coldly sneered, not even glancing at Red A, but staring intently at Rother, his eyes filled with murderous intent: "How arrogant you are, Berserker! Is it that you can't resist being superior to others and looking down on others?"

Merlin almost lost his composure and wanted to get him a mirror to look at himself.

Good heavens, Shan Shan actually called someone arrogant!

The young man did not deny it, and said calmly, "Gilgamesh, I am human, and I consider myself a member of humanity. Isn't my choice the choice of humanity? Or rather, it is because of the desires of humanity that 'I' was born."

The desire for continuation led to the birth of the King of Cinder; the desire for happiness led to the birth of "I".

"A mere king from a primitive era..."

The young man pointed his gun, and a straight beam of light instantly pierced through tens of kilometers.

"...And what can they possibly understand about us humans?"

"Humanity?"

The Hero King sneered, and the giant beneath his feet threw a punch, exploding tens of thousands of meters into a vacuum. The terrifying roar tore through the light, and even pierced through the sky above a hundred miles of sea.

Merlin was starting to feel intimidated.

He wondered if future humans had dissected the Greek Mechs, or if they had directly used weapons modified from the Mechs.

But honestly, even a nightmare of his that considers himself human... is more human than the Lord of Cinder in front of him.

Beyond the outermost layer, the interior is an indescribable mixture of various concepts, laws, and energies.

It's less like a person and more like a torch.

It burns itself to illuminate the darkness.

However, this is not a battle between good and evil, but a struggle of ideologies, or rather, a struggle of the right path.

"This is nothing but domination, nothing but tyranny, Lord of Cinder."

"Oh? It's rare to hear you say something like that."

The young man smiled.

The King of Heroes said calmly, "Human nature is lazy; we are like pigs who crave comfort. That is why we need a king to spur us on."

Berserker, you should know that by doing this, you'll only create a stagnant utopia.

Humanity...will lose its future!

"Because of what your eyes see?"

The young man raised an eyebrow, threw his divine spear, and it transformed into a fiery phoenix that blotted out the sky and soared into the sky: "Hero King, in this world, only change is constant; nothing remains unchanged."

I am different from you; I believe in human ambition and human potential.

Humans are beasts! They are jackals! They are driven by an insatiable and ever-expanding desire!

Only by possessing everything, seizing all that is within sight, and taking control of everything that can be seen and imagined, can one feel at ease.

Does simply being happy and able to reap the rewards of one's labor mean that humanity will lose its future?

That kind of future is better off not existing!

The young man lowered his head, looking at the king who commanded the mountain god with pity and apology from more than ten kilometers away.

Neither human nor god, how could a lonely king rejected by both possibly understand the endless greed of humankind?

Caught between the two, he spurs humanity on because of love, rejects the gods because of hatred, and raises his chin in solitude, merely proclaiming himself aloof.

Only Enkidu, who was not even a living being but a tool, and who was even born because of him, understood him.

After thousands of years of separation, before they could even exchange a few words, Rother killed him with his own hands.

The initial flame burns from the inside; even a counterfeit cannot be saved by the King of Heroes' elixir of immortality.

In fact, the King of Heroes spent half a day idling, trying to save Enkidu using various Noble Phantasms.

He was still waiting for the Hero King to unleash his full power, but nothing happened. Fortunately, the increased suppression power boosted his investment...

.....

If heroic spirits could be persuaded with words, then they wouldn't deserve to be called heroic spirits.

As their gazes collided, sparks exploded at the center, instantly transforming into a field of lightning.

There was no hesitation.

"Don't be so arrogant..."