Chapter 86 The Golden Way

The King of Gold, the oldest hero king, Archer, Gilgamesh.

On this stormy night, he did not participate in the chaos between the servants, but appeared in front of the masters and in front of Shuoyue.

But the young man with golden eyes did not panic, he just raised his head and asked calmly:

"Where is Kotomine Kirei?"

"Humph, I took action, so he survived."

"Why protect him?"

"Are you kidding, cook!" The King of Gold sneered, "The merits and demerits of the ministers should be judged by the king, when is it your turn to point fingers!"

The plan to kill the pleasure monster in advance was declared bankrupt again, and Shuoyue's expression also turned cold. He tilted his head, and his expression was quite unruly:

"Speaking of which, I wanted to ask a question a long time ago ..."

"Hmm?"

"How dare you, a king who has been dead for almost five thousand years, spread your old and worn-out kingly way in the modern world? Do you simply want to protect your self-esteem as a king, or do you think that the development of human civilization is not worth mentioning after your death?"

"Are you despising the progress of civilization in the past thousand years?"

"Oh? How dare you say that?" The Hero King's expression turned cold, and golden ripples spread behind him, "Bastard."

From a cook to a bastard, it is obvious that this Jin Shanshan is furious.

Countless treasures poured out again, swallowing up the place where Shuoyue stood.

However, the diamond-shaped space unfolded layer by layer, like a hungry beast swallowing swords, spears, and halberds. The young man with golden eyes stood proudly on the earth, staring at the king of the past, and said loudly:

"Why don't you answer me? Don't you have anything to say, Hero King Gilgamesh!"

"What identity are you asking me for, bastard!" The golden king frowned and took the initiative to pull out a short cone from the treasure house and threw it.

The short cone with unknown patterns hung in the sky, fixing the space.

So the diamond-shaped space was broken inch by inch, and when the golden wave came, the seven rings covering the scorching sky were propped up, protecting the pure land behind.

The white hair was blown messy, but the gold in the young man's eyes was reflected more and more brightly: "I have never had any identity. You can treat me as a cook, a brother, a magician, or even a king who dominates himself... But before that!"

The mountain-cutting sword roared out, piercing through the frenzied storm of treasures, and went straight to Gilgamesh on the tree.

The century-old tree was crushed into dust, and the heroic king in golden armor landed gracefully, standing on the same level as the young man.

"First of all, I am a human being!" Shuoyue raised his sword and charged towards Gilgamesh.

"As a member of the human race that continues today, I question the ancient king recorded in the original epic-"

The black and white double blades cut off one weapon after another, and the young man got closer and closer to the king with his arms crossed.

"In your eyes, does your kingly way surpass everything? Do you think that people should be divided into different levels, and everyone should bow down to the dignity of the king?"

Facing Shuoyue, whose blade and words were extremely sharp, Gilgamesh didn't know why the anger on his face suddenly dissipated, and even showed a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Modern humans? That's really interesting... Since you raised your weapons to me for this reason, I have to show you the glory of being a king!"

The endless rain of swords came to an abrupt end. Archer took out a battle axe and broke the two swords in Shuoyue's hands with just one blow.

"Then listen carefully, you claim to be a modern person!"

The battle axe hit the ground heavily, and the handsome King of Uruk changed his arrogant tone and said loudly:

"The so-called identity is just a footnote for people walking in this world. Is the shoe shiner destined to be dim under the light of the king? No, human life has always enjoyed the same beauty!"

"But he is greedy, greedy for the king's wealth and luxury, he is afraid, afraid of the armored soldiers led by the king."

"So he is humble because of greed, and bows his head because of fear!"

"It's not because I forced them to submit to me, but because they admired the light of the king and were willing to be driven by me!"

"Remember, Shuoyue, my kingly way has never been oppression and tyranny. Uruk prospered because of me. Do you understand? Only my will can dominate everything, and only my existence can dominate everything!"

Deep forest, bright moonlight.

The emerald green giant sword penetrates the night, and the golden light illuminates the darkness.

The ancient king stood on the planet that existed from ancient times, laughing wildly.

The kingdom of the king has become history, but as long as he still stands here, Uruk will exist forever - because he himself represents the oldest civilization.

The Hero King, Gilgamesh.

Such a figure and such a will are the reasons why he was engraved on the realm record tape and transformed into a heroic spirit.

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Red flame flowers bloomed in the darkness.

This is the battlefield where three servants fought fiercely. The stalemate between the swordsman, the spearman and the berserker has become a thing of the past. When Berserker took out two weapons from behind, the situation changed unexpectedly.

"Arrrr——!"

The explosion sounded along with the roar, and Lancer and Saber flew back. A burst of sparks suddenly flooded the nearby trees like a swarm of locusts. In the blink of an eye, the original lush greenery turned into ashes, leaving no trace.

The smell of burning gunpowder rushed into the noses of the two heroes.

"This weapon is--" Saber first recognized the weapon in Berserker's hand. It was the hot weapon that her master was best at using. It was a mechanical launcher that was regarded as a mainstream weapon in the modern world.

Ordinary bullets should not have any effect at all...

However, when the rain of bullets swept in again, both Saber and Lancer honestly kicked the ground, quickly distanced themselves, and avoided the spewing flames.

The stray bullets that missed the target punched large holes in the ground and tree trunks with unimaginable destructive power. Even the servants were amazed at the power:

"Even if we were hit, we would be fatally injured, right?"

"Is it because of Berserker's treasure?"

Although it was unknown where Berserker got the gun from, the crazy knight in black armor held a modern gun in each hand. Both the gun body and the magazine were eroded by the magic of hatred, turning into a fierce magic weapon that was enough to threaten the servants.

In the forest without cover, or the cover was fragile, Lancer and Saber, who used cold weapons, were unable to shorten the distance between the enemy and us, let alone try to counterattack.

It was as if they were back to the beginning. Under Berserker's fierce attack, the other two servants could only keep moving their bodies and started a war of attrition at the magic level.

But the terrible thing is that compared to the consumption caused by Saber and Lancer's constant movement, Berserker only needs to pull the trigger - the difference in mana consumption also means that Berserker's master has more mana to support his actions.

However, this time, it was Berserker who seemed to have the advantage who changed his tactics first, but it was not so much a change of tactics...

The roar of guns and cannons, which was no less than the roar of a berserker, stopped, and Berserker threw two weapons at Saber and Lancer, and disappeared from the sight of the two servants in spirit form.

"... Gone?" Saber said to herself in confusion, breaking the gun effortlessly.

On the other side, Lancer's expression suddenly became ugly.

Speaking of whether to build a book club, this is a problem...