Six Paths Iori vs. the Oldest King

"Oh, it's you, outsider." Gilgamesh greeted him with a smile, though there was not the slightest trace of amusement in his eyes. "To think you dared interfere in my battle. How insolent."

"It seems you've forgotten the memory of the defeat I gave you in the last Holy Grail War. Let me help you remember it now!"

With his arms crossed over his chest, he shouted, "Gate of Babylon!"

At his call, the sky seemed to tear apart. Golden light flooded the heavens like an ocean, bathing the entire battlefield in a radiant glow.

Countless Noble Phantasms descended like a meteor shower, carrying Gilgamesh's wrath and divine might.

"Shinra Tensei!"

Iori expressionlessly raised a hand. A powerful repulsive force surged from his palm, forming an impregnable iron wall that deflected every incoming Noble Phantasm.

"You've grown stronger. So your true body is actually alive?" Gilgamesh sounded somewhat surprised as he watched Iori effortlessly block the barrage.

The vast majority of Heroic Spirits were dead, and no matter how many years passed, their strength would not change.

The strength they displayed with each summoning depended only on their compatibility with their current class and the power they carried, and could never surpass the limits of their true selves.

Yet the power Iori displayed had already far surpassed what he possessed back then. The only explanation was that his true body had continued to grow stronger.

"Of course. I'm immortal—how could I die so easily?" Iori said. "And standing above others isn't very polite. Come down here, King of Heroes. Universal Pull!"

A tremendous pulling force erupted from Iori's hand, as though it intended to draw everything between heaven and earth into it.

Gilgamesh chose not to resist. He drew a longsword from the Gate of Babylon and flew toward Iori along