svetikya Chapter 119 The Fall of the Golden King
Chapter 119 The Fall of the Golden King
The space on the Miwon River Bridge seemed to be frozen into an eerie painting at this moment.
Dozens of once awe-inspiring magical artifacts now resembled a pack of vicious wolves turning on their master.
Under the absolute force of the Command Seal, its sharpness reversed, locking onto Gilgamesh's entire body.
"Crunch... crunch..."
Gilgamesh's joints beneath his golden armor emitted a cracking sound as they strained under the weight.
The most ancient king's supreme will is engaged in a fierce tug-of-war with the curse power that directly affects the core of his spirit origin.
His features were on the verge of being distorted by extreme rage.
"Damn it... Tokiomi...!"
Gilgamesh let out a beast-like growl from deep within his throat.
He certainly wouldn't sit idly by and wait to die; even if he couldn't move his body, his mind could still communicate with his treasure trove.
The next moment, a golden ripple with twisted waves barely opened up in front of him.
A strangely shaped short blade, its entire body shimmering with bizarre colors and its form resembling a zigzagging lightning bolt, slowly emerged from the body.
That is one of the original texts of human wisdom, a divine costume that possesses the absolute concept of "breaking all contracts and magical principles".
He wanted to sever that pointless Master-Master contract and tear Tokiomi Tohsaka to pieces!
Seeing the horrific scene before him, a look of understanding flashed in Arthur's emerald eyes.
"So... this is the decision Tokiomi made."
Arthur gripped the holy sword tightly in his hand.
After spending the last few days together, Gilgamesh's tyrannical behavior and his arrogance in using his Noble Phantasms at the drop of a hat had crossed his line.
This is completely different from the Gilgamesh he encountered in Tokyo of another world, who, although arrogant, still maintained a certain bottom line as a king.
Allowing this golden tyrant to exist in this world for even one more day would be an irreparable disaster for the living beings of this era.
"To behead an enemy while he is bound by a curse is undoubtedly a stain on a knight's honor."
But... if the honor of a knight is sacrificed for the sake of countless lives, then he is unworthy to be called a king!
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
The Dragon's Heart roared like a drumbeat within Arthur's chest.
Arthur abandoned the etiquette of knightly duels and poured his immense golden magic, almost igniting the air, into the Star Sword without reservation.
Just as Gilgamesh was about to use that broken Noble Phantasm to pierce his own contract line, at the very moment when the two forces clashed...
"Buzz!!"
An intense golden light instantly tore through the blood-red twilight above the Weiyuanchuan Bridge.
Arthur's figure transformed into an unbearable bolt of lightning, striking Gilgamesh within inches of him.
"You bastard... how dare you...?!" Gilgamesh glared furiously with his crimson serpent eyes, frantically activating his defenses.
"Bang bang bang bang!"
Several supreme golden shields, inscribed with defensive magic from the Age of Gods, instantly opened up in front of Gilgamesh.
But before Arthur's absolute strength that could split mountains and shatter rocks, and the power of the holy sword, these shields were now as fragile as thin ice.
"BOOM BOOM BOOM!!"
Amidst a dense barrage of ear-piercing explosions, like a mirror shattering, the golden shield crumbled and vanished layer by layer.
Time seemed to slow down dramatically at that moment.
Gilgamesh's crimson serpentine eyes reflected the approaching Star Sword, radiating blinding golden light.
And that blond-haired, blue-eyed, cold-faced knight king.
then……
"Pfft!"
The dull thud of a blade piercing bone echoed clearly in the center of the shattered bridge.
There was no earth-shattering explosion; Arthur's Star Sword pierced Gilgamesh's forehead with pinpoint accuracy.
All of the Hero King's roars came to an abrupt halt with the sound of the cold blade piercing to the bone.
His expression froze.
Those scarlet eyes were filled with disbelief, humiliation, and extreme resentment at this absurd ending.
A drop of scalding blood slowly slid down the wound from which the holy sword had pierced.
Arthur gripped the sword hilt, his arm as steady as a rock, his tone carrying a sense of resignation to honor mixed with a hint of apology:
"To strike through the gap in the Command Seals would be an unfair victory for me."
I'm sorry... See you next time, Gilgamesh.
boom!
A dense surge of dragon magic erupted from the sword, completely annihilating the spirit foundation of the oldest king.
Gilgamesh stared intently at Arthur, his lips moving with difficulty, finally squeezing out the last two words from deep within his throat:
"...Miscellaneous...cultivation..."
Splash...
The body of the oldest king transformed into countless dazzling yet ethereal golden spiritual particles, which dissipated on the tranquil surface of the Weiyuan River under the influence of the night breeze.
Archer, Gilgamesh, exits the stage.
Arthur slowly sheathed his sword and exhaled a long breath.
At this point, the Weiyuanchuan Bridge was completely broken, with exposed steel bars and countless cracks spreading like a spider web.
The entire magnificent building swayed precariously in the night wind.
Arthur turned around and found Matou Kariya unconscious beside a pile of nearly deformed iron railings.
After confirming that he was not in any danger, he turned and walked towards the Tohsaka residence.
At this moment, hidden gazes were being cast from all corners in the shadows surrounding the ruined bridge.
Those gazes contained awe of the battle that had just taken place, fear of the Knight King's strength, and a hint of... gratitude for their escape.
But Arthur paid no attention to any of it.
The church, in a dark basement.
Kirei Kotomine watched the last image transmitted back by Assassin's clone.
Watching the once arrogant Golden King, filled with shock and humiliation, have his forehead pierced, watching his proud face ultimately transform into resentful golden spirit particles...
"Heh...hehe..."
A low laugh suddenly escaped Kirei's throat.
His lips curled upwards uncontrollably, revealing an almost fanatical, even somewhat ferocious, smile.
That abyss within him that had plagued him for thirty years, leaving him with utter despair and emptiness...
At this moment, it felt as if I was completely filled with the evil honey called "The Fall of a King".
"This is...so delightful..."
Kirei took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the fear within him, and used magic communication to relay the outcome on the bridge to Tokiomi Tohsaka.
Inside Tohsaka Residence.
Upon hearing the news that "the King of Heroes has been completely destroyed," Tokiomi Tohsaka's body went limp, and he slumped into his chair.
He slowly raised the back of his empty right hand.
The mystery of Fuyuki City was preserved, the Tohsaka family's reputation was saved, and the time bomb that would destroy the city was defused.
However, he failed.
He lost his only follower and was completely disqualified from competing for the Holy Grail.
The Tohsaka family's generations-long wish for the "Roots" was brought to an end by him as the "manager" on this seemingly peaceful twilight.
"Is the tragic wish of the Tohsaka family... coming to an end...?"
Tokiomi's eyes reddened, and he closed them in anguish, letting out a long, suppressed, and desperate sigh in the dimly lit basement.
However, the aftershocks of this turmoil are far from over.
"Boom!!"
Thunder roared once again over Weiyuanchuan, and the Divine Wheel, accompanied by lightning, sped towards the bridge at top speed, crashing heavily onto the approach bridge.
"Oh my?! It's over already?!"
Iskandar stood casually on the chariot, looked at the ruins before him, and sighed with deep regret.
"What a pity, I didn't get to witness the final showdown between those two guys. And those two guys were just too efficient!"
The game we didn't finish this afternoon was made up for so quickly, even though we only parted ways not long ago...
"R...Rider...that golden servant..." Waver poked his head out, his face pale as he looked at the remaining magical energy in the air, his voice trembling.
"Haha, it seems that male knight king is even more decisive and powerful than I imagined!"
Iskandar patted Webber on the head, his eyes flashing with a fanatical fighting spirit.
At the same time, the Einzbern surveillance familiar lurking in the shadows also transmitted this scene back.