Chapter 30: The King's Sneak Attack
Matou Yuu stood in the center of the fog-shrouded amusement park, cautiously scanning his surroundings.
The air was filled with damp, cold moisture; fine rain was falling.
Tiamat and Alcides, who had been waging a world-ending battle in the amusement park, had long since disappeared.
Something was wrong…
What on earth had happened?
Judging from the collapsed facilities around him, this was definitely the place where the amusement park had stood until recently.
Thanks to Tiamat's power, Matou Yuu had no fear that anything might happen to him.
But… a strong sense of unease kept rising in his heart.
Why had she suddenly disappeared without any reason?
…Was this the work of an enemy Servant?
But why had both Tiamat and Alcides disappeared at the same time?
Had they wandered into some magical world?
Moreover…
He looked down and clenched his fists, only to realize he could not use any of his abilities in this amusement park.
Whoosh!
At that moment, a dazzling golden light suddenly shone brightly in the sky above Matou Yuu!
With a sharp sound that sliced through wind and rain, a golden spear flew straight toward his chest.
In that instant, Matou Yuu felt an extremely intense sense of life-and-death crisis. Every hair on his body stood on end; every nerve desperately screamed extreme danger.
Without the slightest hesitation, he rolled forward in a disheveled manner.
BOOM!!
The very next moment, the hard ground where he had been standing was instantly pierced by the weapon, creating a deep crater.
"In just one day, your instincts have improved quite a bit."
In the cold rain, the Hero King's voice—filled with extreme arrogance and mockery—suddenly rang out.
Matou Yuu suddenly raised his head.
Atop a tall streetlamp remaining in the amusement park, the Golden King stood for a while with an arrogant posture.
He had his arms crossed in front of his chest; his magnificent golden armor shone like the sun in the dim light of the rainy night, radiating a dazzling luster.
"…Gilgamesh?"
Matou Yuu unconsciously blurted it out.
Hearing this title, the Hero King involuntarily frowned slightly.
"Who gave you permission to call me by my name?"
His voice carried a cold trace of displeasure; his crimson snake-like eyes looked down at the boy sprawled on the ground.
"I came all the way here, thinking I could watch that mother wage a fierce battle with the other Servants. I never imagined that on this stage, only a single ant like you would be left, barely clinging to life in the mud. How truly disappointing."
A calm smile appeared on Matou Yuu's face. "Are you really certain she isn't here with me?"
Gilgamesh raised one eyebrow, his crimson eyes openly mocking the dust below.
Buzz.
Multiple golden ripples spread like water surfaces in the darkness behind him.
Several swords, spears, and halberds exuding an aura of the Age of Gods slowly appeared, their cold, sharp blades aimed at Matou Yuu below.
"Your pathetic reaction says everything."
Gilgamesh sneered. "If that mother were really here, how could she have let you roll around in the mud like a stray dog?"
He suddenly raised his head proudly; endless royal fury resided in his crimson eyes.
"Trying to deceive a king—such a childish scheme cannot be atoned for even with a thousand deaths, you mongrel!"
Without giving Matou Yuu any more chance to speak, the next moment a dazzling golden halo began to ripple in the void behind Gilgamesh.
Whoosh—whoosh!
Multiple golden Noble Phantasms transformed into meteors, slicing through the sky with sharp whistling sounds and falling toward Matou Yuu's direction.
If the opponent had been an ordinary magi, Matou Yuu might still have had a desperate chance to counterattack.
But standing before him was the oldest king at the pinnacle of all Servants.
Faced with overwhelming firepower, all he could do was flee in a miserable state.
Fortunately, although the amusement park had turned into ruins, the collapsed giant bunkers could serve as shelter.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Golden Noble Phantasms rained down like precision-guided bombs, instantly destroying the facility where Matou Yuu had been hiding. Rubble and metal fragments scattered everywhere.
"What's wrong? Without that mother's protection, you don't even have the courage to face my power, do you?!"
From atop the streetlamp, the Hero King's high-pitched, arrogant voice could be heard.
He stared intently at the boy scurrying around like a mouse, filled with strong interest. The golden ripples of Babylon's Gate continued to spread; weapons rained down endlessly on the boy's escape routes.
"The oldest hero, the dignified Servant—actually launching a direct attack on Master. A Hero King like you is nothing more than a despicable mongrel!" Matou Yuu shouted through gritted teeth amid the violent blast wind.
Gilgamesh's crimson eyes remained indifferent as he looked down at the ants on the ground.
"Provocation? How unfortunate. In the King's eyes, whether magus or Heroic Spirit—anyone who defies the King's will is nothing more than dust to be swept away!"
"Since you hold a calamity capable of overturning reason, be prepared to be crushed at any moment!"
"Die, you mongrel!"
Finally, after repeated desperate evasive maneuvers, Gilgamesh clearly reached the limit of his patience.
The next moment, a massive golden battleaxe tore through the heavy rain and swung down toward Matou Yuu's head with no way to dodge!
Under the absolute shadow of death.
CLANG!!!
In the rainy night, a sharp, clear sound of weapons clashing suddenly rang out.
Surging magical energy turned into a gust of wind, instantly washing away the surrounding rainwater.
Gilgamesh narrowed his eyes, looking slightly surprised.
Matou Yuu also unconsciously raised his head.
Suddenly, a knight's figure entered his field of vision, standing firmly before him like the sturdiest shield.
It was golden, disheveled hair shining like the sun.
The newcomer gripped a finely crafted silver-white knight's longsword with both hands, powerfully receiving the heavy golden battleaxe.
He wore a burning red cloak over his intricately made silver-white knight's light armor, looking exactly like a holy knight who had stepped out of an ancient medieval epic.
The Servant Saber effortlessly withstood the immense pressure of the Noble Phantasm. He slightly turned his head to look at the boy behind him, a bright smile blooming on his handsome face.
"It seems I arrived at just the right time, Matou Yuu."
"I am Saber. I have come to assist you at the command of my merciful Master!"
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