Facing Roland's provocation, Gilgamesh seemed unexpectedly calm and did not even launch any unnecessary attacks.
He exuded a solemn aura as he stared at Roland.
"Why are you so silent? This is unlike you. If it were you at the beginning, you would have quickly shouted that you would punish a fool like me who challenged the majesty of the king."
As if he recalled the series of losses he had caused due to his previous disrespect, Gilgamesh's tone was still extremely cold, but one could still hear a hint of anger in it.
"Of course, if it was me before, I might have launched an attack regardless of the consequences. But now, Roland, don't do these meaningless actions."
"It seems that Enkidu's death has indeed made you grow spiritually."
Roland nodded thoughtfully and said calmly.
"When facing an enemy like you, I shouldn't treat you with such a contemptuous attitude. Even when I was in my prime, you were an opponent that I had to use all my wisdom and courage to deal with. I won't be contemptuous again."
Roland tilted his head at these calm words. There was no way the King of Conquerors could defeat him. Gilgamesh, who had experienced it himself, could not have been unaware of this.
So, why does the other party do this?
Roland looked into the other person's empty eyes and rarely called upon another force.
——Calling upon the darkness deep within.
When his pupils turned bright red, he felt the murderous intent beneath Gilgamesh's calm surface, which seemed to overwhelm everything.
"I see. The reason you need Rider to delay for you is so that you can have time to sort out your own feelings?"
"You are so perceptive, God of another world." Gilgamesh raised his eyebrows and looked past Roland to the magic circle left by Darnic's workshop behind him.
"I thought you would think that I had gained enlightenment because of Enkidu's death."
"That's a possibility, but even so, Archer is Archer, and Servants are only aspects of a Heroic Spirit at a certain time. Even if they have memories, they are based on their current selves."
Roland said frankly, "A guy who would rather die in battle than give up his treasures to be slaughtered by others when facing a desperate situation, but still stubbornly wants to linger on before dying, this is very suspicious."
"Humph…hahahahahaha——!"
Hearing Roland's words, Gilgamesh first snorted coldly, and then he began to laugh wildly.
"God of another world, you have guessed it right. After the last disastrous defeat, I have sworn that I will never treat you lightly again."
Gilgamesh said coldly: "Although it was originally just to punish the thieves who dared to lay their hands on my wealth, I have to admit that this war itself is very good and interesting. It makes heroes fight and kill each other. It makes me grit my teeth and wonder why there has never been such a grand event in my lifetime!"
"After Enkidu appeared, I was moved by incomparable joy. He was my only close friend. It was the fulfillment of the promise made a thousand years ago. I was willing to sacrifice my dignity and escape from you just to keep the promise."
The King of Heroes stretched out his hands, looked at his trembling limbs, and the hatred in his tone seemed to drip down.
"I have thought about the endings of meeting Enkidu countless times: being killed, being overtaken, or winning as always. I cannot understand the defeat of my best friend, but I will try to accept it. Because, after dying once, we shouldn't ask for so much."
"But...but! That lowly bastard actually dared to recreate the tragedy of the gods before my eyes! He even dared to be so rebellious as to try to use Enkidu's body as a shell to give birth to himself!"
From the perspective of Gilgamesh in his serious state, it was no secret what Darnic wanted to do.
"I can accept Enkidu's death, but I cannot accept that he will still be toyed with by humans after his death. Moreover, compared with the gods who cannot resist, humans are nothing."
Gilgamesh slowly floated up. Although he was already dying, he still looked majestic.
"Roland, if you can understand what I am saying, you should understand how insignificant Enkidu is compared to the anger he felt when he was beaten by you and fled in disgrace."
"Although I don't want to admit it, the death of my best friend has indeed brought me a new turn of events."
Gilgamesh abandoned his kingly demeanor and imitated Enkidu's previous posture, slowly opening his arms as if to embrace the world.
"However, unlike before, this time I will not understand the philosophy behind life and death. Now, only the flames of pain and hatred are burning in this body."
"Humanity's desires have expanded unprecedentedly. They are still not satisfied with enjoying the five desires in the city and are even trying to pursue the end of vanity. Tokiomi and that bastard named Darnic are both clowns who put themselves in a higher position than the king in this city without a king. The world is nothing more than my garden, so I don't intend to tolerate all this any longer."
In Gilgamesh's scarlet pupils, a wave that could drown everything was brewing.
"Roland, I don't hate you now. I hate Danic, this city, and the civilization that gave birth to him."
"Wow...Is this what we are going to end up with? Saber, kill him."
Roland stared at Gilgamesh who was flying higher and higher, and gave a soft command. Although it was an extremely critical situation, he still did not move, and the expression on his face became even more cheerful.
Saber, who had already felt uneasy, could not wait to jump high. In an instant, she was two hundred meters high, with her feet on the starry sky.
He didn't have the skill to fly, but with Roland as the master, he didn't have to worry about the consumption of magic power, so it was not a fantasy to maintain this state to fight.
While flying in the air, Saber's feet kept stomping the air, releasing violent wind magic power for secondary acceleration.
Even Archer was surprised by such a fast speed, but he just waved his hand lightly, and the space was filled with golden light like the surface of water. Hundreds of majestic treasures flew straight towards Saber like arrows shot from a fully drawn bow.
But with Saber's sharp eyesight and flexible body that can freely control the strong wind, he holds the sword in one hand and blocks and dodges the rain of flying Noble Phantasms with ease.
Saber's skills may not be top-notch, but they are also first-rate. With sufficient magic power, the bombardment of these treasures is nothing more than a powerful burst of fire to him.
"Compared to Tristan's sure-hit arrows, they lack accuracy, but with this amount, we can still handle it."
As she continued to dive towards Gilgamesh, Saber let out a breath and recalled the sentimental knight. Ever since the kingdom began to decline, for some unknown reason, the sad knight always avoided her out of shame, and finally even left because he could not understand her.
As a partner who once fought side by side with the other on the battlefield, Saber would naturally be curious about this.
But unfortunately, he didn't have time to think about these questions now and could only put them in a corner of his mind.
A servant should become the sword of his master and throw himself into the battlefield, just like a knight to his monarch, and strike down a heavy rain of Noble Phantasms. When Gilgamesh's hand reached into the golden ripples, Saber raised the blade and slashed it down heavily.
Even if the opponent wanted to pull out the artifact that divides the world, before unleashing its power, the sword called Dissociation was not very suitable for close combat. He only needed to follow the Master's example and cut off Archer's arm before he pulled it out.
In fact, more than just cutting off.
The invisible holy sword was raised high, and it was obvious that Saber wanted to split Archer in half.
But facing this powerful blow, Gilgamesh did not rush to release the power of the Noble Phantasm, but quickly pulled it out and held it in front of himself!
The collision and friction between the metals produced sparks and crisp clashes, and Saber then realized that what Archer drew out was not the Sword of Separation, but a pair of strange swords.
On the golden texture, there is a blade with a slanted tip and a twisted hilt. Gilgamesh resists Saber's attack with amazing sword skills, and finally escapes from this endless entanglement at the cost of a sword blow to his back.
After getting the gap, he closed the sword in his hand and restored his original appearance.
It was a bow.
"Enki, the Sword of the End, it's been a long time since I last saw you..."
Gilgamesh looked at the weapon that was sealed away deep in the treasury, tightened his grip on the bowstring made of the magic of light, and placed his other hand on the arrow that appeared out of thin air.
Funny enough, this was the first time that Gilgamesh, the Archer, drew the bowstring in this Holy Grail War.
"That's what it is... But the archers actually used bows."
Roland's mouth twitched and he sighed. Compared to the Sword of Rupture (Ea), his Killer Queen was even more helpless against this thing.
After all, this treasure has only one function.
——Summon the flood.
"From now on, let the world feel the pain--!"
Gilgamesh declared loudly and pulled the bowstring. In the process, golden words formed strange patterns that spread out in circles. With the long arrow as the center, golden wings spread out on both sides of the bright red light like the pupil.
After pulling the bowstring to its full length, Gilgamesh quickly shot the arrow in his hand.
Because it was not aimed at anyone, the long arrow only pierced through the floor tiles of Ryuuduo Temple and was deeply embedded inside.
And this action means that the activation of this treasure has been completed.
The arrow didn't hit the target not because Gilgamesh was clumsy, but because it was just a prelude to positioning.
After experiencing countless humiliations and pains, Gilgamesh laughed heartily.
"Roland, I have finally found a way to defeat you! It is not aimed at you, but simply out of hatred for this city, this civilization, and this world!"
"Look up to the sky, it's time to make a break!"
The Hero King, with his heart filled with destruction, proudly revealed the true name of the Noble Phantasm.
""The fire of catastrophe falls from the sky! --- The Wrath of Nabistim is coming!""
The sky gradually turned dark, but it was not because of the destructive thunder in the sky. It was because of the torrential rain, raging waves, and torrents that blocked out the entire sky.
"interesting--"
Roland looked at Saber who fell back to the ground and subconsciously grasped the holy sword with both hands, and spoke softly.