Chapter 41 Gilgamesh's Killing Intent

yes.

Weber thought.

He should have thought of it earlier.

That person's status allows him to serve as a lecturer in the Clock Tower. Even if Iskandar's cloak is stolen, he can still obtain the holy relics of other heroic spirits. In this way, that man will naturally become Weber's enemy and come to Fuyuki City to appear in front of him.

One of the Twelve Lords (Lords) of the Clock Tower of the Magic Association, the Lord of the Ore Division (Kishua), Kenneth Elmloy Archibald.

The current Master of Lancer.

The cold and pale face unique to orthodox magicians, and the eyes with contempt and pity - once he recalled the arrogant lecturer, a mixture of resentment and fear enveloped Weber.

"It's a pity. It's really a pity. I really hope that my lovely student can live a happy life. Weber, a mediocre person like you could have lived a mediocre and peaceful life like a mediocre person."

The voice was confused by the illusion, and it was unknown where it came from, but Weber had already recalled the nauseating feeling that he had experienced several times before, as if he was still standing in the classroom, accepting the words of his classmates, teachers, and everyone else. Contempt and ridicule,

Weber wanted to reply with a few clever words to mock him. He had already taken the lead and successfully made the heroic spirit Iskandar his servant. Isn't this a bitter revenge for the humiliation he has suffered in the Clock Tower for a long time?

That's right. They are no longer a mentor-student relationship, now that guy is a real and out-and-out enemy. Weber could hate him as much as he wanted, and even kill him openly.

But - the same is true for the other party.

"There is really nothing I can do about you, Mr. Weber. I will give you a special extracurricular lesson. I will teach you the true meaning of magicians killing each other - the horror and pain. You should feel Very honorable.”

The cold and deliberately gentle tone, with the real murderous intention of the magician, scared the little rookie who didn't know the heights of the world to tremble.

The meaning of a true magician is to see through death... Weber used to only know this principle literally, but now he finally experienced it personally. The sight that the man projected from nowhere was so terrifying and ferocious. Weber never knew that the murderous intention in the magician's heart was such a decisive "declaration of death."

If this continues, this newborn calf will definitely be overwhelmed by the overly determined killing intent.

However, a strong and powerful warmth hugged the young man's slender shoulders that were constantly shaking.

"Hey, Magician, it seems like you want to replace this boy as my Master."

Rider asked Lancer's Master who was hiding somewhere, with a sly and pitiful smile on his face.

"If this is really the case, it is really ridiculous. The person who can become my master must be a warrior who can ride on the battlefield with me. A coward like you who doesn't even dare to show up is not qualified at all!"

Under a wordless silence, the anger of the invisible person spread in the night atmosphere. Rider laughed heartily and shouted loudly at the deserted night sky: "Hey! There are others hiding in the darkness and peeking!

"I must not be the only heroic spirit attracted by such a clear sound of guns and swords!"

The red-haired strong man hit his chest hard, making a deafening sound like a war drum, and his roar was even more passionate than this:

"Now! All the heroic spirits chosen by the Holy Grail gather here. If there is any coward who dares not show up, he will accept the contempt of the conquering king Iskandar!"

Tonight, tonight, this time, this place.

It has nothing to do with good or evil, nothing to do with conspiracy and calculation, and even the original reason and order have been discarded.

The king who once conquered all directions shouted and asked the heroic spirits who came with him:

But there is still a hero's mind and heroic spirit!

Do you have the guts to accept the invitation from the King of Conquerors and stand in front of my iron hoof, Iskandar!

The blond and blue-eyed King of Knights holds a sword and has an unparalleled appearance.

The Fiona knight with a tear stain on the corner of his eye holds a gun and has an intoxicating smile.

The young man who inherited the power of the guardian raised his eyes, with fire burning in his eyes.

They were already standing before the conquering king.

The assassin in the shadow sneered, but he didn't know that there was a knight in black armor standing behind him.

The bright moon-like Shen Zhi'er stands high in the sky, with cold and calm eyes.

Not all heroic spirits have the blood of fighting. Just like the progress of human civilization, in addition to marching forward bravely, there are also plans and efforts hidden under the light.

But apart from them, there is indeed a heroic spirit who will not refuse such a provocation.

The golden light lit up little by little, announcing his presence to everyone.

The light finally landed on the top of the street lamp more than ten meters above the ground, turning into a tall figure wearing shining armor. Seeing the man's gorgeous and dazzling appearance, the Masters couldn't help but gasp, and Emiya Kiritsugu pointed his gun directly at him, making no secret of his wariness.

"That person is..."

Although I had only seen him for a brief moment before, the man's presence was so strong that it was impossible to admit his mistake.

The person standing leisurely on the high street lamp is the mysterious servant who showed overwhelming destructive power last night and crushed Assassin to death when he invaded the Tohsaka family.

With the Master's ability, Weber and others quickly confirmed his identity - Archer.

"I didn't expect that two shameless people would appear in one night, ignoring my existence and calling themselves kings."

The golden Heroic Spirit sneered with displeasure as he spoke, looking down at the three servants who were confronting each other below. His arrogant attitude and tone were similar to those of the King of Conquerors, but even more ruthless.

Rider didn't seem to expect that there would be an opponent more aggressive than himself, and scratched his chin in confusion.

"This is really embarrassing... I, Iskandar, am the King of Conquerors known to the world."

"Foolish. I am the only one in the world who is a true king hero, and the others are just a bunch of rabble."

After saying this in a very matter-of-fact tone, the golden Heroic Spirit lost interest and stopped paying attention to Rider. Instead, he shifted his gaze, and his blood-red vertical pupils stared at the young man in a loose kimono who was independent of the crowd.

The killing intent that spread instantly shocked even Tohsaka Tokiomi, who had a contractual connection with Archer.

"I seem to have said, don't let me find you, right?"

Golden ripples spread out from the void, and the shining treasures appeared from them, and the swords were aimed at the eyebrows, throat, limbs and heart of the golden-eyed young man.

Without even saying anything extra, Archer waved his hand, and the treasures behind him fell like a torrential rain.

"Die, bastard!"