"...Finally, you mongrels have arrived."
The man standing atop the statue looked down on the group with a cold, disdainful expression. His arms crossed, and his posture was filled with a sense of indifference, as though he held nothing but contempt for those below him. His entire deanor radiated overwhelming arrogance and self-confidence.
"An enemy?"
It was clear that the man wasn't friendly, and Tohsaka Rin imdiately went on guard.
While preparing herself for a potential confrontation, she also began to analyze the man's identity.
dusa of the Rider class and Cú Chulainn of the Lancer class had already been eliminated. Excluding her own Saber and Archer, and Berserker summoned by the Einzbern family, that left only two remaining enemies: Assassin and Caster.
But Assassin was more suited for stealth and ambushes, not soone who would openly confront them like this. Thus, it was highly likely this man was Caster.
Caster was a unique class, capable of trendous power when properly prepared. In a battle of magic, a well-prepared Caster could even take on multiple enemies at once.
"Be careful," Rin warned as she quickly assessed the situation. "He's likely Caster. Don't enter his attack range—"
"Is that you!?"
Before Rin could finish her sentence, Black Saber furrowed her brow and muttered, "...Archer?"
"Archer?"
Rin was caught off guard by the statent.
She instinctively glanced at Fang Mo, her expression filled with confusion and suspicion. Without saying it outright, her gaze clearly asked, *If he's Archer, then what are you?*
"?"
Fang Mo noticed Rin's look and shot back, "She's talking about the *previous* Archer, okay? What's with that look?"
"Huh?"
Rin was taken aback. "The previous Archer?"
"The one from the Fourth Holy Grail War," Fang Mo explained. "I did a bit of digging. Turns out he's called 'Golden Boy.' From what I gathered, this guy was even summoned by the Tohsaka family."
"What... what?!"
Now Rin was genuinely shocked. "You an... he was the Servant my father summoned?"
"Yep." Fang Mo nodded and confidently patted Rin on the shoulder. "But don't worry. This guy's nothing compared to . He's from the Fourth War, and I'm from World War II... I've got seniority."
"You...!"
Rin was livid. "What else do you know that you're not telling ?! How much do you know about my father's involvent in the last war?"
"You never asked," Fang Mo said, spreading his hands. "Sakura even ca to my room last night to ask so questions. But you, my Master, didn't ask anything at all. Why should I give you information when you never visit my room?"
"Nani?"
Rin froze. "Sakura went to your room last night?"
"I don't ss with kids," Fang Mo retorted, waving her off. "She ca to talk about how lost she feels in life. Said she had no direction, so I gave her a little motivational speech."
"Stop giving her your so-called 'motivational speeches!'"
Rin's head felt like it was going to explode. "Do you even realize how dangerous your influence as the Black Emperor is? If Sakura listens to a few more of your speeches, she'll be finished!"
"Oh?"
At this mont, the golden-haired Servant finally spoke up with a smile.
He had been ignoring Fang Mo and Rin's conversation, focusing entirely on Black Saber. His gaze was filled with a mix of predatory affection. "You've joined the war again, haven't you? As expected of the woman this king has taken a liking to. But am I mistaken, or do you look... different this ti?"
"I've always looked like this," Black Saber replied coldly, clearly annoyed by his arrogance.
"Hahaha, that attitude only makes you more appealing," the golden Servant laughed again. "You truly are like a lioness. Have you thought it over this ti? Will you beco one of my possessions?"
This wasn't the first ti he had made such a proposal. During the Fourth Holy Grail War, this man—Gilgash—had set his sights on Saber, wanting to make her part of his collection, specifically as one of his "won." The more she resisted, the more interested he beca.
If this were the regular Saber, she would have surely rejected him outright.
However, this ti, Saber was under the influence of her blackened state.
Without another word, Black Saber swung her sword, sending a massive energy slash through the air, cleaving the statue Gilgash had been standing on in two.
"Impressive mana."
Despite the sudden attack, Gilgash remained unfazed. With a graceful leap, he landed on a nearby lamppost, still smiling. "It seems you've found yourself a decent Master this ti."
"I just aid wrong."
Black Saber calmly withdrew her sword as dark energy swirled around her. "The next strike will cut off your foul mouth."
"...Hmm?"
Gilgash's smile finally faded as he began to realize sothing was wrong. "You... sothing's different about you."
Black Saber didn't respond, rely adopting a combat stance.
"Heh, no matter."
Despite this, Gilgash chuckled and waved dismissively. Behind him, two golden portals shimred into existence. "In that case, I'll subdue you first and discuss the rest later."
"...?"
Before he could finish his sentence, Black Saber glanced at him with an expression of surprise.
The look caught Gilgash off guard. He had fought Saber before, so why was she so shocked now?
Instinctively, he glanced at the others, only to find that they, too, were looking at him with wide eyes.
As the king, Gilgash was accustod to awe-filled stares from those beneath him. But this ti, sothing was different. No one was looking directly at him—they were all staring at his feet.
"...Huh?"
Puzzled, Gilgash looked down to see what was going on.
What he saw confused him: there was now a rope tied around the lamppost, and hanging from it was a corpse, swaying gently like a pendulum. The body was dressed in a suit, wearing a monocle, and had the deanor of a capitalist. It was clearly dead.
"...?!"
Gilgash froze. When had this corpse appeared?
A mont later, disgust washed over him. A king like him, sharing the sa space as a filthy corpse? Unacceptable. Without hesitation, he jumped down from the lamppost, landing on the ground.
"Oh, you finally decided to co down," ca a taunting voice.
The mont he landed, Fang Mo's voice rang out from the side. "King of Heroes, Gilgash."
"Hmm?"
Hearing this, Gilgash imdiately turned his head and narrowed his eyes at Fang Mo, who was standing nearby in a black military uniform. "Mongrel, are you speaking to ?"
"Did you see that corpse hanging from the lamppost?" Fang Mo pointed toward it calmly. "In Germany, anyone who dares to defy or betray is executed and hung from a lamppost as a warning. If I hear those words from your mouth again... you'll be next."
"Just you?"
Gilgash found the threat laughable. He was the legendary King of Heroes, the oldest and greatest of rulers. How dare this nobody Servant threaten him?
Not bothering to respond further, Gilgash casually waved his hand, and two golden portals appeared behind him.
From these portals, two exquisite swords erged, radiating imnse magical energy—clearly, these were no ordinary weapons but Noble Phantasms.
But just as the swords flew toward Fang Mo, a gunshot rang out.
*Bang!*
In an instant, both swords were sent spinning back, shattered.
"...?"
Gilgash was stunned. He quickly glanced at the two broken swords, which had been cut in half and were now lodged in a nearby flowerbed.
"Is this your so-called treasure?"
Fang Mo calmly blew on the barrel of his gun. "Why do they feel like they're made of paper? Don't tell you're trying to pass off fakes."
"What did you say?!"
Gilgash's eyes flared with anger. He had countless treasures within his treasury, so losing one or two didn't matter. But for soone to insult his treasures—implying they were worthless—was unforgivable.
"How dare you mock the King? You're courting death."
Determined to show Fang Mo his true power, Gilgash prepared to unleash more of his arsenal.
But before he could, Fang Mo interrupted, hands behind his back.
"Your arrogance must co from the history books," Fang Mo said slowly. "You pride yourself on being the oldest king, but let tell you sothing simple: being ancient doesn't make you powerful. Old man, your ti has passed."
"You..."
"Even in terms of historical rank, you're not the oldest, are you?"
Fang Mo continued, ignoring Gilgash's rising anger. "Let's not even bring up the ancient civilizations of Sanxingdui. You, at best, are the fifth king of Uruk. What makes you think you're the oldest?"
"Silence!"
"If we're talking about age, trilobites could probably crap on your head."
Fang Mo went on, undeterred. "The reason we're rembered as heroic spirits isn't because of our age. It's because of the great deeds recorded in history. Tell , have you exterminated an entire people? Is your kingdom larger than mine?"
"Don't you dare bring up what you did!"
Even Rin couldn't stand it anymore.
"People only rember you as a part of history. No one truly worships or respects you," Fang Mo continued. "I, on the other hand, inspire fear. People bow to in reverence. King of Heroes, let show you... what real terror is."
"Shut up!"
Gilgash finally snapped.
With a wave of his hand, countless golden portals materialized behind him. Hundreds of weapons—swords, spears, axes, and more—began to erge, each glowing with powerful magic.
"...What?"
Rin was dumbfounded. "That many Noble Phantasms? How is that possible?"
Even Black Saber couldn't help but frown at the display.
"Hmm?"
Fang Mo, however, seed unimpressed. In fact, he looked... angry?
"Hey, are you copying ?"
"What?"
Gilgash was taken aback. "I'm copying you?"
"Of course you are," Fang Mo said, waving his hand.
Suddenly, countless purple portals appeared behind him, from which erged an array of weapons: cannons, guns, and even missiles.
"???"
Gilgash was stunned, and then furious. "You mongrel! You're the one copying ! How dare you imitate the King's greatest treasury!"
Without waiting, Gilgash unleashed his attack.
Hundreds of weapons shot forth, their golden light tearing through the sky, aid directly at Fang Mo.
"Oh, you said the word again." Fang Mo's voice was calm as he raised his hand. "Looks like I'll have to hang you from the lamppost."
With that, the cannons and guns behind him roared to life, unleashing a tal storm that collided with the Noble Phantasms mid-air.
The sky above the Tohsaka mansion exploded into a brilliant display of red and gold as the two forces clashed. The shockwaves tore through the air, ripping apart trees and grass. Shrapnel from both weapons and explosions rained down, creating massive craters in the ground.
The Tohsaka mansion, however, was the first to bear the brunt of the destruction. Within monts, the elegant house was engulfed in flas.
"My... my house!!!"
Rin scread, her voice filled with despair.
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