Isn't This Our Knights of the Round Table's Dining Table?

Gilgamesh swept a hand, and several golden ripples instantly appeared behind him, eventually forming a golden circle in the air that shimmered with faint waves.

Gilgamesh's crimson eyes fixed on Yu Feng. "Come, let this king see your current strength!"

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Immediately afterward, weapons of all kinds—blades and swords—rapidly shot out from the golden ripples.

Yu Feng cursed under his breath. The Sword of the Holy Knight appeared in his hand, and he directly knocked aside several blades flying toward him.

"You bastard..."

Before Yu Feng could finish speaking, he saw several more blades flying at him.

"You bastard, could it be that you..."

Another several dozen blades flew over, cutting off Yu Feng's words.

"You..."

Yet another several dozen blades flew over.

"Fuck!" Even Yu Feng, possessed by Pantaleon, could not help but curse.

"Rin, all of you fall back first. Get away from here."

After warning them, Yu Feng swiftly charged toward Gilgamesh.

Several more blades came flying over. This time, Yu Feng put away the Sword of the Holy Knight. With a casual reach of both hands, he easily caught one of the swords flying toward him.

"Your treasury really is full of Noble Phantasms." Yu Feng sensed the sword in his hand.

The sword Yu Feng had obtained was called the Golden Sword, also known as Yellow Death. It was the sword of the ancient Roman hero Gaius Julius Caesar.

Holder of the Sword activated!

"Let me show you the power of the weapons in your own treasury!"

Yu Feng tightly gripped the Golden Sword in his hand.

"Crocea Mors!"

The Golden Sword in Yu Feng's hand emitted a powerful aura of energy.

Yu Feng successfully unleashed the Golden Sword's Noble Phantasm.

Yu Feng charged toward Gilgamesh, who snorted coldly.

"Nothing but petty tricks."

Several dozen more attacks shot toward Yu Feng. The sounds of air splitting rang out, but Yu Feng effortlessly dodged every one of them, as though he knew the trajectory of those attacks.

Seeing this, Gilgamesh remained unhurried as he pulled a shield from the golden ripples behind him.

And the sight of that shield made Yu Feng's eye twitch.

That shield... couldn't possibly be?

No way, right?

Meanwhile, Artoria and Little Mo, who were fighting Li Shuwen and Cú Chulainn some distance away, also noticed the shield.

"That is...?" Artoria stared at the familiar shield, momentarily speechless.

Little Mo, on the other hand, could not help blurting out—

"Isn't that the dining table of our Knights of the Round Table?!"

No one would think you were mute if you kept quiet!

Yu Feng and Gilgamesh both shot Little Mo a fierce glare.

Yu Feng had recognized the shield as well. He had not expected Golden Flash to actually take out that shield to block his attack.

Yu Feng arrived before Gilgamesh, his assault striking like a phantom.

When the Golden Sword's Noble Phantasm attack was unleashed with its True Name, its first strike would automatically hit. It would then conduct Luck checks "until the check failed," adding further attacks based on the number of consecutive successful checks.

Super Continuous Attack.

As long as the Luck check did not fail, the attacks would continue to be added without end.

But unfortunately, Gilgamesh had taken out the dining table—ah, no, a rather famous shield—so there was little chance of breaking through Gilgamesh's defense.

Finally, after an unknown number of consecutive attacks, the Luck check failed at last. At the same time, the Golden Sword in his hand suddenly moved and slashed at Yu Feng.

"Hmph. Using this king's own belongings to attack this king—quite something, aren't you?" Gilgamesh said as he looked at Yu Feng.

"Still, let us continue this battle another time."

"Hey, hey, don't tell me you're running away?" Yu Feng was somewhat puzzled by what Gilgamesh meant, and immediately taunted him.

Gilgamesh's expression darkened with anger. He looked at Yu Feng as several golden chains burst from his treasury toward Yu Feng, while others shot toward Artoria and Little Mo.

Yu Feng's expression changed slightly. He thought Gilgamesh had gotten serious.

But the golden chains stopped halfway. Looking back at the streetlamp, Gilgamesh was already nowhere to be seen.

"Let us continue this battle another time!"

So they still slipped away.

Seriously, I couldn't make sense of that guy.

This clearly wasn't his style, yet he had retreated so easily?

What the hell?

Had he been infected by Mage too? Pleasure above all else?

Yu Feng thought about it for a long time without reaching any conclusion, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

In any case, it had little to do with him.

"Looks like they've left," Little Mo said as she walked over.

Yu Feng nodded. "But they might come back someday. Just stay alert."

Artoria seemed hesitant to speak. Yu Feng saw through the expression on her face. "What is it? Is there something you want to say?"

Rin Tohsaka watched Yu Feng from the side, though no one knew what she was thinking.

Illya wanted to go up and speak to him, but Irisviel stopped her. She could only stand beside Irisviel and watch Yu Feng.

"When I was fighting that... Mr. Li Shuwen just now, I could clearly sense that he still retained some awareness. But... perhaps because he had become a Berserker, his mind wasn't very clear."

"At the very least, I could feel the blazing fighting spirit in his fists. Yet he himself seemed to be in great pain, as though something was interfering with his mind and causing him to become a Berserker."

Yu Feng nodded slightly. Indeed, Li Shuwen changing from an Assassin into a Berserker was a problem.

Just what had Zouken Matou used to turn Li Shuwen from an Assassin into a Berserker?

It was possible that Zouken Matou knew of some special loopholes in the Holy Grail War and had used one of them to alter Li Shuwen's class.

After all, Zouken Matou was one of the creators of the Holy Grail War. How could he possibly not know about some of its loopholes?

Of course, there was another possibility.

Yu Feng recalled that deeply unsettling aura from earlier.

All the World's Evil!

The Black Mud within the Holy Grail.

That was also somewhat possible.

The Fuyuki Fire from ten years ago had occurred because the "Hole" was destroyed by Kiritsugu Emiya, causing it to lose control and pour out the Black Mud.

By the time Kiritsugu Emiya realized that he should have destroyed the "Hole" rather than the Lesser Grail, it was already too late. This led to the destruction of the stabilizing mechanism. Although the "Hole" vanished, it also lost control, indirectly causing the Fuyuki Fire.

And it was then that the Black Mud flowed from the Holy Grail into the present world. If Zouken Matou wanted to obtain Black Mud, that would have been the easiest time to do so.

And since Black Mud was the incarnation of All the World's Evil, it would be no difficult task for Zouken Matou to use it to turn Li Shuwen into a Berserker.

So then, the question was—

What exactly had Zouken Matou intended by sending these people here?

Knowing full well that they had three—no, four Servants on their side at the moment, he had still boldly brought people here without any concern.

Why was that?

No matter how Yu Feng thought about it, he could only come up with one reason...