Chapter 290: Splat

Chapter 290: Chapter 290: Splat

Clearly, the ice arrow stuck in Gilgamesh’s precious area suddenly shattered on its own under the incredulous gaze of everyone, dissolving into tiny, sparkling specks.

Just when everyone thought this absurd farce would end in such an awkward way—

Splat.

A soft sound, exceptionally clear in the silent dock.

A small stream of bright red liquid suddenly spurted out from an almost invisible spot on Gilgamesh’s golden armor, tracing a short arc in the air before landing on the clean concrete floor not far away with a few "plops," leaving behind a few glaring red stains.

The scene fell into dead silence once again.

This time, what permeated the silence was no longer just awkwardness, but a suffocating feeling.

Rider’s laughter got stuck in his throat, turning into a strange "he-he" sound; he desperately covered his mouth, his entire face flushed red, and his shoulders shook like a sieve.

Waver had completely buried his face in Rider’s cloak, leaving only his two bright red ears exposed, his body trembling slightly.

Saber maintained an expressionless face with astonishing willpower, but deep within her emerald eyes flashed a fluctuation that she could barely hold back; she quickly lowered her gaze, staring at the tip of her sword.

Lancer suddenly turned around, facing away from Gilgamesh, his shoulders starting to twitch suspiciously.

Irisviel blinked in confusion, then seemed to understand something; her fair cheeks flushed slightly, and she quietly looked away.

Herta’s eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at the drops of blood on the ground, then at Gilgamesh, who was frozen in mid-air as if petrified; the 0.1-pixel curve at the corner of her mouth seemed to tilt upward by... another 0.5 pixels.

And Gilgamesh himself...

Time seemed to have frozen on him.

He slowly lowered his head to look at those drops of fresh, warm blood on the ground that belonged to him.

Then he raised his head, his crimson eyes scanning the distorted, suppressed-laughter faces of the people below in a daze.

His handsome face, which had originally flushed red from anger and burned with shame, was now a color impossible to describe accurately; it was like an overturned palette—red with hints of purple, purple with hints of blue, and the veins on his forehead throbbed like wriggling earthworms.

(It... it spurted out?)

(My... blood?)

(From that place... it spurted out?)

An unprecedented emotion exploded within his chest like a volcano!

"Aaaaaaaah—!!!"

A roar, more shrill, more violent, and more hysterical than any before, erupted from the depths of Gilgamesh’s throat!

The sound no longer resembled a human roar, but rather the howl of some ancient beast on the verge of total madness!

The golden ripples behind him expanded wildly!

Where there were only hundreds before, they now surged to thousands in an instant!

The dense golden ripples almost covered the entire night sky of the dock, like an inverted golden ocean!

Countless Noble Phantasms of various forms protruded from the ripples—swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, and forks—each emitting a heart-palpitating magical glow, humming and vibrating like an enraged swarm of bees, ready to strike!

That terrifying pressure made even Rider subconsciously take a half-step back, the playful look on his face vanishing, replaced by solemnity.

Saber and Lancer immediately entered a state of maximum alert!

"Mongrels! Mongrels! Mongrels—!!!"

Gilgamesh’s crimson eyes were almost bleeding, burning with a madness that would incinerate everything. "I will have you all die! All of you! Along with this city! This era! Everything will turn to ash! I will erase all of this shame! From the root! Completely erase it!!!"

The radiance of the Gate of Babylon lit up half the sky; it seemed as though that world-destroying rain of Noble Phantasms was about to pour down indiscriminately, completely engulfing the dock and even a wider area!

However, just at this critical moment, as if the apocalypse were descending—

Gilgamesh’s violent figure suddenly paused!

As if a pause button had been pressed. The crazy expression on his face froze, then turned into an even more twisted, extreme frustration!

He whipped his head around, his crimson eyes glaring fixedly in a certain direction of Fuyuki City—the location of the Tohsaka Residence—flames almost literally spewing from his eyes!

"Tokiomi—!!! You damned, presumptuous fool—!!! How dare you... how dare you use command spells—!!!"

His roar was filled with incredulous rage and the humiliation of being bound.

Clearly, his master, Tohsaka Tokiomi, seeing that things had escalated too far (the radiance of the Noble Phantasms was about to light up the entire Fuyuki City), had been forced to use the coercive power of the command spells to order him to retreat immediately.

Although Gilgamesh had extremely high resistance to command spells, this was, after all, an absolute order from his master, especially with the first command spell having the strongest coercive force; even though he was incredibly unwilling, he could not completely disobey.

"You just wait for me... Tokiomi... I will absolutely make you pay the price... the most painful price!!!"

Amidst a venomous low growl, Gilgamesh’s figure, along with the suffocating golden ripples of the "Gate of Babylon" that filled the sky, vanished rapidly, as if erased by an eraser.

Only the few glaring bloodstains on the ground proved that everything that had just happened was not an illusion.

The dock returned to silence once more, with only the sound of the night wind and the waves.

Rider let out a long sigh of relief and wiped away non-existent cold sweat: "Whew... that was dangerous. That Golden Flashy guy is really scary when he goes crazy."

He looked at the bloodstains on the ground and couldn’t help but want to laugh, but he managed to hold it back.

Waver poked his head out from the cloak, his face pale, still lingering in fear: "We, we almost died... The master of the Tohsaka Family is, quite... decisive?"

Saber and Lancer also disengaged from their combat stances, but their expressions were not relaxed.

They knew that tonight was only the beginning; the terror and vindictiveness of that blonde Archer were likely far beyond imagination.

Herta, however, frowned slightly.

Her purple-black eyes gazed in the direction Gilgamesh had glared at before he vanished—the Tohsaka Residence.

In that instant just now, the moment Archer was forcibly recalled by the command spell and his emotions fluctuated violently, she had keenly caught a faint, yet very concerning, aura.

That magical system did not belong to this world and carried an unpleasant scent.

(Oh?)

(Besides me and that silly girl who digs through trash cans, are there other "visitors from another world"?)

(It seems... they are still hiding there? Interesting.)

A playful curve tugged at the corner of her mouth.

Compared to the fighting between these "indigenous Heroic Spirits" before her, an unknown peer who might also be from the universe was clearly more capable of piquing her interest.

"The boring farce is over."

Herta withdrew her gaze and looked at the few people remaining at the dock, her tone returning to her usual indifference. "Consider yourselves lucky. Ahem, I’m in a decent mood today, so I’ll let you off for now."

After saying this, she ignored Rider’s somewhat stunned expression and the complex looks from Saber and Lancer, turning to say briefly to Jack, who was still out of the loop: "Let’s go."

Jack nodded and followed silently.

The two figures soon disappeared into the shadows of the containers.

On top of a container in the distance, Long Night Moon also gazed in the direction of the Tohsaka Residence.

She had also detected that fleeting, abnormal fluctuation; although not as clearly as Herta had, it was enough to arouse her vigilance.

(An aura that doesn’t belong to this world... what could it be?)

She pulled up March 7th, who was still covering her face in embarrassment: "Little March, we should change places too. This place... is a bit too lively."

"Eh? Go, go where?" March 7th had not yet fully recovered from the shock of "hitting a strange place."

"To pay a visit... to the home of the other ’protagonist’ of tonight."

Long Night Moon said meaningfully, holding her black umbrella, and quietly left the port with March 7th.

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