The Origami floated in the air.
She showed no intention of interfering in the battlefield below.
Root Princess Sajyou Manaka of the Roots, against the Old Gil.
Origami has remembered the identity of this golden Servant.
It's Gilgamesh from "Fragments of Blue Silver".
It is generally referred to as the Old Gil.
She doesn't seem to be the same person as the Caster-class Gilgamesh she killed before.
Although the face and Spirit Origin are almost identical.
But the vibe here is stronger, younger, and closer to the essence of the term " King of Heroes."
This is truly a rare sight.
The battle Root Princess and the Old Gil.
Even in her previous memories, she had never had the chance to witness a duel of this caliber.
On the other side, not far from this battlefield.
Inside a partially collapsed apartment building.
Flat Carl lay prone behind a third-floor window, half his head peeking out from under the windowsill, his eyes fixed on the distant battlefield.
" Flat, that golden one is so strong."
"Hmm." Flat swallowed. "Very strong."
Should we go help?
Flat did not answer immediately.
He was recalling the scene that had just occurred.
Just as the golden Servant activated his Vajra Noble Phantasm, both of them were already prepared.
Jack had already conjured a dagger from the shadows.
Flat's hand was already gripping the Mystic Code.
They were planning to rush out to protect Sajyou Ayaka.
Although he knew that his combat ability was basically unchanged in a battle of this level.
But you can't just watch a friend get killed by Servant's Noble Phantasm.
Then.
Flat was the first to spot the Origami in the sky.
And the arrival of Sajyou Manaka.
The silver-haired Archer hovered above the battlefield, his wings of light unfurled, but he showed no intention of making a move.
The blonde girl who suddenly appeared blocked Indra's Thunder with a single finger.
"Never mind." Flat withdrew his head.
"Not going?"
"Look at that silver-haired one," Flat pointed to the sky with his chin, "She didn't do anything."
"Um."
"Furthermore, that blonde girl clearly showed no hostility towards Saber's Master."
"So what?"
"So rushing out will only make things worse." Flat leaned back against the windowsill. "Let's take another look."
In the center of the battlefield.
The atmosphere was so tense that a fight was about to break out.
A warhorse's neigh suddenly echoed across the battlefield.
The voice was loud and resonant, carrying a chilling aura reminiscent of an ancient battlefield.
Everyone's eyes turned to the direction of the sound at the same time.
A warhorse charged from the end of the street.
Its deep blue mane danced in the wind, and its four hooves pounded the asphalt with a dull thud, leaving charred hoofprints with each step.
And on the back of that warhorse.
There was a red-haired figure.
Rider, Hippolyta.
The warhorse came to an abrupt stop on the city's main road, its front hooves raised high, letting out a loud neigh.
Hippolyta sat on horseback, her battle axe held horizontally at her side, her gaze sweeping across the entire battlefield.
Her gaze swept over Sajyou Ayaka.
He swept past the fallen Hassan of the Zealot.
He brushed past the boy who was holding the unconscious little girl.
He brushed past the petite blonde girl.
I couldn't sense any aura of strength from her.
He's probably just an ordinary person, or at most a Magecraft.
Then her gaze fell on the Servant in golden armor.
The guy with the strongest presence in the whole place.
That's him.
" Gilgamesh guy!"
Her voice was loud and clear, with the directness characteristic of a warrior.
"Weren't you defeated by that silver-haired Archer before? How come you're here again?"
"Was the one you were back then a stand-in?"
Gilgamesh looked at the red-haired female warrior charging towards him on her warhorse.
He frowned slightly.
"You talk too much nonsense."
The golden ripples behind him undulated slightly.
"If you want war, then let's fight. Why should I explain myself to you?"
Hippolyta's eyes narrowed.
No further dialogue is needed.
She squeezed the horse's belly with her legs.
The warhorse Kallion let out a neigh, its hooves kicking up sparks as it charged toward Gilgamesh.
Hippolyta raised her battle axe high, and visible magical light gathered on the blade.
The distance between them shrank in an instant.
Fifty meters.
Ten meters.
The battle axe cleaved down.
A golden short sword appeared beside Gilgamesh.
He drew his short sword and swung it with a backhand motion.
"Clang!"
The sound of metal clashing together exploded out.
The battle axe and the short sword clashed, creating a shockwave.
The asphalt road surface shattered under the impact of the shock wave, and stones flew everywhere.
Hippolyta used the momentum to retreat, and her warhorse regained its balance during the charge before charging again.
Gilgamesh stood still.
The second axe blow.
The third axe blow.
He blocked every axe blow with minimal movement.
Hippolyta's battle axe was powerful and heavy; each strike was enough to cleave reinforced concrete.
But to Gilgamesh, these attacks seemed to have been anticipated all along.
Hippolyta gritted her teeth.
Her coordination with her warhorse was perfect.
Kallion's speed, turning, and the rhythm of her charge were perfectly synchronized with her attacks.
This was a fighting style she had honed through countless collaborations with her warhorse during her lifetime.
But she still couldn't gain any advantage against this golden Servant.
even.
She was being beaten and suppressed.
"Tsk."
After her sweeping attack was blocked, Hippolyta retreated sharply.
Her arm was numb.
This Servant's power clearly doesn't seem to be as great as hers.
But the angle and timing of each block were precise to the extreme, dissipating all her power.
Then he looked at her with that nonchalant expression again.
It's as if they're saying, "That's it."
"You--"
"Is that enough?"
Gilgamesh interrupted her.
He casually tossed away the two short swords he was holding.
"Although I hate to admit it, your martial arts skills are indeed quite good."
"But that's all there is to it."
The golden ripples around him expanded once more.
A golden longsword emerged from the ripples.
The hilt of the sword is curved.
The sword is long and narrow, entirely golden, with faint patterns of light flowing along its blade.
"It's time to end this."
He gripped the hilt of the sword.
Hippolyta's pupils contracted.
She sensed the threat of this attack.
This is more dangerous than all the attacks we've just seen.
She raised her battle axe, ready to parry with all her might.
But at that moment...
A screech echoed across the entire battlefield.
It wasn't the neighing of warhorses.
It was the sound of some much larger creature.
The sound was deep and resonant, carrying a vibration that shook the very marrow of the body; the entire sky was trembled by this roar.
Then.
A pillar hundreds of meters thick fell from the sky.
The pillar was entirely silver-white, its surface crackling with countless golden arcs of electricity, and it crashed down with a destructive force.
Target: Gilgamesh's location.
"What--!"
Gilgamesh had no time to dodge.
He could only summon a dozen or so Noble Phantasm shields in front of him as quickly as possible, layering them up to block his way.
The next second.
The pillar struck the spot where Gilgamesh was standing.
"Boom------!!!"
The earth seemed to collapse in that instant.
Centered on Gilgamesh, the ground within a radius of 100 meters collapsed.
Dust and debris were thrown tens of meters into the air by the shockwave.
The ground throughout the city was shaking.
Origami looking down from above.
That huge pillar wasn't a pillar at all.
After the dust settled down a bit, everyone was able to see what the thing really looked like.
It was the hoof of an animal.
One foot.
A foot of a beast so enormous it defies human comprehension.
This beast is so tall that it seems to reach into the clouds at the height of just one leg, making it difficult to see its entire form.
All that could be seen was that enormous hoof, deeply embedded in the ground.
And it appeared at the same time as this hoof.
It was a lightning storm that surrounded the Snowfield City for hundreds of kilometers.
Golden arcs of electricity flashed incessantly in the clouds, accompanied by rolling thunder, like the Wrath of the gods.
The storm was extremely large, covering the entire outskirts of Snowfield City.
But strangely enough...
Only the Snowfield City itself, located at the eye of the storm, was spared from any storm damage.
The storm seemed to be deliberately controlled by something, raging only on the outskirts of the city.