The heavy black clouds hung on the horizon as if endless thick ink had been heavily applied to the sky, without a trace of starlight. Profound twilight enveloped the earth, and the long street was silent and gloomy, revealing an indescribable heaviness and oppression.
Arkhan strolled along a mountain path, and at the end was the mountain gate of Ryuudou Temple. The massive gate stood silently, like the gaping maw of an invisible behemoth, ready to devour everything.
Without changing his expression, he stepped over the gate.
In the spacious courtyard, a tall figure stood quietly, like a black giant.
"I knew you would come."
Cu Chulainn spoke with a smile and slowly opened his eyes as if a dormant dragon had awakened from slumber. A strong aura instantly permeated the surroundings, and madness gleamed in his crimson eyes.
"Since you all invited me so warmly, it would be impolite if I didn't come, no?" Arkhan responded while smiling unconcernedly, hands casually in his pockets.
"Heh, from the first time I saw you, I knew there would be a battle between us." Cu Chulainn picked up his crimson demonic spear stuck in the ground as a wicked smile played on his lips.
"While I don't underestimate you, you alone are not my match." Arkhan glanced around. "Bring out the rest; tonight is the night for the final battle. There's no point in hiding now."
"If you're so eager to die, then I shall grant your wish."
An extremely arrogant voice suddenly came from above.
A luminous golden and emerald ship, constructed of gold and green, tore through the clouds and descended to the mountaintop.
Gilgamesh sat on the flying ship, and his dragon-like crimson eyes revealed a dangerous intent.
"It seems the last defeat against me still irks you, Gilgamesh."
Arkhan looked up at the celestial ark from Indian mythology, Vimana, silently considering the possibility of snatching it and giving it to Mordred as a toy.
"Being able to make this king feel pressure after so long, I have to admit, as an enemy, you are indeed a worthy opponent, Arthur." Gilgamesh slowly raised the corner of his mouth, a sinister smile forming. "So, be prepared. This time, I'll use all my strength as a 'repayment' for your disrespect of this king's authority."
"Is that so? I just hope this time you won't flee like last time though."
Ignoring Gilgamesh's burning gaze, Arkhan turned his gaze to the shadowy corner.
"Since you're here, show yourself. I doubt you plan to sneak attack me when I'm not paying attention."
After a moment of silence, accompanied by crisp sounds of armor clashing, a petite girl in black armor emerged from the shadows. Her pale golden eyes were like ancient ice, exuding an unwelcoming and cold aura.
"If possible, I wouldn't mind doing that." Artoria responded emotionlessly.
"Heh, I figured you would say that, but sorry, I won't give you that chance." Arkhan's tone remained calm. "I've also called for reinforcements, not just you guys."
*BOOM!*
A thunderous roar tore through the silent night, accompanied by the silver dance of electric serpents. A boisterous laughter soon echoed in everyone's ears.
"Guhahaha! At a time like this, how could I miss the chance to conquer!"
Two thunder-stepping divine bulls pulled an ancient war chariot from the void. A towering red-haired muscular man stood proudly on the chariot, exuding a majestic aura that made the other Servants present unable to help but glance at him.
"Three against one is a bit unfair, isn't it? If the battle loses its suspense, it'll be too boring, don't you think so?" Iskandar grinned with a touch of innocence. "Since that's the case, I don't think you guys would mind if I lend a hand to Lancer."
"It seems there are more fools in this world than I imagined." Gilgamesh's eyes narrowed dangerously, a sly smile playing on his lips. "I usually prioritize things and plan to take out Lancer first before dealing with you. But since you're here, might as well take care of both at once."
Soon, golden ripples spread across the sky, their radiant light dispelling the deep night. Countless legendary weapons, renowned in legends, emerged from the ripples one after another, descending with a speed that surpassed sound, like a golden downpour.
Seeing this, Arkhan's clothes instantly switched to silver armor.
He raised his hand, and an equal number of black holes appeared behind him. Radiant golden lances poured out like missiles, colliding with Gilgamesh's golden downpour.
*BOOM!* *BOOM!* *BOOM!* *BOOM!* *BOOM!*
Deafening explosions resounded and thick smoke filled the air.
After a moment, dozens of brilliant weapons pierced through the smoke and fell to the ground. These were all B+ rank or higher Noble Phantasms of Gilgamesh, Abyss Flower imitated by the Void Archives couldn't completely stop them.
*Snap!*
Arkhan snapped his fingers, and dozens of black holes loomed in front of him like a replay of the dock area's battle. Gilgamesh's Noble Phantasms would be swallowed by the black holes and then returned to him.
However...
"Do you think I'm a fool who would fall for the same move twice?" A cold smile tugged at Gilgamesh's lips.
*Snap!*
With a snap of his fingers, just as his Noble Phantasms were about to enter the black holes, they suddenly emitted extremely unstable magical energy fluctuations.
As if realizing something, Arkhan's eyes widened slightly.
*BOOOM!*
A violent explosion shook the heavens and the earth.
Surprisingly, Gilgamesh did not retrieve his Noble Phantasms as usual. Instead, he detonated them all without hesitation.
*Rumble—*
The shockwave lifted the ground within a dozen meters, countless debris scattered in all directions. Even the revered temples, once worshiped by countless believers, turned to ashes in an instant.
The intense commotion could be heard clearly across half of Fuyuki.
Strangely, even with such a loud noise, not a single person was awakened. They remained sound asleep in their dreams.
"Even such precious treasures can be abandoned without hesitation. As expected of the King of Heroes. It seems I underestimated you earlier, Gilgamesh."
A deep voice echoed from the devastated ground.
The wind pressure caused by magical energy fluctuations dispersed the smoke, revealing Arkhan, protected by the Star of Eden's barrier.
He stared calmly at Gilgamesh in the sky and with a flick of his wrist, a pitch-black spear, emanating a strong power of death, appeared in his hand.
"Well then, let me repay you in kind."