"...Finally, you mongrels have arrived."


    The man standing atop the statue looked down on the group with a cold, disdainful expression. His arms crossed, and his posture was filled with a sense of indifference, as though he held nothing but contempt for those below him. His entire demeanor radiated overwhelming arrogance and self-confidence.


    "An enemy?"


    It was clear that the man wasn''t friendly, and Tohsaka Rin immediately went on guard.


    While preparing herself for a potential confrontation, she also began to analyze the man''s identity.


    Medusa of the Rider ss and Cú Chinn of the Lancer ss had already been eliminated. Excluding her own Saber and Archer, and Berserker summoned by the Einzbern family, that left only two remaining enemies: Assassin and Caster.


    But Assassin was more suited for stealth and ambushes, not someone who would openly confront them like this. Thus, it was highly likely this man was Caster.


    Caster was a unique ss, capable of tremendous power when properly prepared. In a battle of magic, a well-prepared Caster could even take on multiple enemies at once.


    "Be careful," Rin warned as she quickly assessed the situation. "He''s likely Caster. Don''t enter his attack range—""Is that you!?"


    Before Rin could finish her sentence, ck Saber furrowed her brow and muttered, "...Archer?"


    "Archer?"


    Rin was caught off guard by the statement.


    She instinctively nced at Fang Mo, her expression filled with confusion and suspicion. Without saying it outright, her gaze clearly asked, *If he''s Archer, then what are you?*


    "?"


    Fang Mo noticed Rin''s look and shot back, "She''s talking about the *previous* Archer, okay? What''s with that look?"


    "Huh?"


    Rin was taken aback. "The previous Archer?"


    "The one from the Fourth Holy Grail War," Fang Mo exined. "I did a bit of digging. Turns out he''s called ''Golden Boy.'' From what I gathered, this guy was even summoned by the Tohsaka family."


    "What... what?!"


    Now Rin was genuinely shocked. "You mean... he was the Servant my father summoned?"


    "Yep." Fang Mo nodded and confidently patted Rin on the shoulder. "But don''t worry. This guy''s nothingpared to me. He''s from the Fourth War, and I''m from World War II... I''ve got seniority."


    "You...!"


    Rin was livid. "What else do you know that you''re not telling me?! How much do you know about my father''s involvement in thest war?"


    "You never asked," Fang Mo said, spreading his hands. "Sakura even came to my roomst night to ask me some questions. But you, my Master, didn''t ask me anything at all. Why should I give you information when you never visit my room?"


    "Nani?"


    Rin froze. "Sakura went to your roomst night?"


    "I don''t mess with kids," Fang Mo retorted, waving her off. "She came to talk about how lost she feels in life. Said she had no direction, so I gave her a little motivational speech."


    "Stop giving her your so-called ''motivational speeches!''"


    Rin''s head felt like it was going to explode. "Do you even realize how dangerous your influence as the ck Emperor is? If Sakura listens to a few more of your speeches, she''ll be finished!"


    "Oh?"


    At this moment, the golden-haired Servant finally spoke up with a smile.


    He had been ignoring Fang Mo and Rin''s conversation, focusing entirely on ck Saber. His gaze was filled with a mix of predatory affection. "You''ve joined the war again, haven''t you? As expected of the woman this king has taken a liking to. But am I mistaken, or do you look... different this time?"


    "I''ve always looked like this," ck Saber replied coldly, clearly annoyed by his arrogance.


    "Hahaha, that attitude only makes you more appealing," the golden Servantughed again. "You truly are like a lioness. Have you thought it over this time? Will you be one of my possessions?"


    This wasn''t the first time he had made such a proposal. During the Fourth Holy Grail War, this man—Gilgamesh—had set his sights on Saber, wanting to make her part of his collection, specifically as one of his "women." The more she resisted, the more interested he became.


    If this were the regr Saber, she would have surely rejected him outright.


    However, this time, Saber was under the influence of her ckened state.


    Without another word, ck Saber swung her sword, sending a massive energy sh through the air, cleaving the statue Gilgamesh had been standing on in two.


    "Impressive mana."


    Despite the sudden attack, Gilgamesh remained unfazed. With a graceful leap, hended on a nearbymppost, still smiling. "It seems you''ve found yourself a decent Master this time."


    "I just aimed wrong."


    ck Saber calmly withdrew her sword as dark energy swirled around her. "The next strike will cut off your foul mouth."


    "...Hmm?"


    Gilgamesh''s smile finally faded as he began to realize something was wrong. "You... something''s different about you."


    ck Saber didn''t respond, merely adopting abat stance.


    "Heh, no matter."


    Despite this, Gilgamesh chuckled and waved dismissively. Behind him, two golden portals shimmered into existence. "In that case, I''ll subdue you first and discuss the restter."


    "...?"


    Before he could finish his sentence, ck Saber nced at him with an expression of surprise.


    The look caught Gilgamesh off guard. He had fought Saber before, so why was she so shocked now?


    Instinctively, he nced at the others, only to find that they, too, were looking at him with wide eyes.


    As the king, Gilgamesh was ustomed to awe-filled stares from those beneath him. But this time, something was different. No one was looking directly at him—they were all staring at his feet.


    "...Huh?"


    Puzzled, Gilgamesh looked down to see what was going on.


    What he saw confused him: there was now a rope tied around themppost, and hanging from it was a corpse, swaying gently like a pendulum. The body was dressed in a suit, wearing a monocle, and had the demeanor of a capitalist. It was clearly dead.


    "...?!"


    Gilgamesh froze. When had this corpse appeared?


    A momentter, disgust washed over him. A king like him, sharing the same space as a filthy corpse? Uneptable. Without hesitation, he jumped down from themppost,nding on the ground.


    "Oh, you finally decided toe down," came a taunting voice.


    The moment hended, Fang Mo''s voice rang out from the side. "King of Heroes, Gilgamesh."


    "Hmm?"


    Hearing this, Gilgamesh immediately turned his head and narrowed his eyes at Fang Mo, who was standing nearby in a ck military uniform. "Mongrel, are you speaking to me?"


    "Did you see that corpse hanging from themppost?" Fang Mo pointed toward it calmly. "In Germany, anyone who dares to defy or betray me is executed and hung from amppost as a warning. If I hear those words from your mouth again... you''ll be next."


    "Just you?"


    Gilgamesh found the threatughable. He was the legendary King of Heroes, the oldest and greatest of rulers. How dare this nobody Servant threaten him?


    Not bothering to respond further, Gilgamesh casually waved his hand, and two golden portals appeared behind him.


    From these portals, two exquisite swords emerged, radiating immense magical energy—clearly, these were no ordinary weapons but Noble Phantasms.


    But just as the swords flew toward Fang Mo, a gunshot rang out.


    *Bang!*


    In an instant, both swords were sent spinning back, shattered.


    "...?"


    Gilgamesh was stunned. He quickly nced at the two broken swords, which had been cut in half and were now lodged in a nearby flowerbed.


    "Is this your so-called treasure?"


    Fang Mo calmly blew on the barrel of his gun. "Why do they feel like they''re made of paper? Don''t tell me you''re trying to pass off fakes."


    "What did you say?!"


    Gilgamesh''s eyes red with anger. He had countless treasures within his treasury, so losing one or two didn''t matter. But for someone to insult his treasures—implying they were worthless—was unforgivable.


    "How dare you mock the King? You''re courting death."


    Determined to show Fang Mo his true power, Gilgamesh prepared to unleash more of his arsenal.


    But before he could, Fang Mo interrupted, hands behind his back.


    "Your arrogance muste from the history books," Fang Mo said slowly. "You pride yourself on being the oldest king, but let me tell you something simple: being ancient doesn''t make you powerful. Old man, your time has passed."


    "You..."


    "Even in terms of historical rank, you''re not the oldest, are you?"


    Fang Mo continued, ignoring Gilgamesh''s rising anger. "Let''s not even bring up the ancient civilizations of Sanxingdui. You, at best, are the fifth king of Uruk. What makes you think you''re the oldest?"


    "Silence!"


    "If we''re talking about age, trilobites could probably crap on your head."


    Fang Mo went on, undeterred. "The reason we''re remembered as heroic spirits isn''t because of our age. It''s because of the great deeds recorded in history. Tell me, have you exterminated an entire people? Is your kingdomrger than mine?"


    "Don''t you dare bring up what you did!"


    Even Rin couldn''t stand it anymore.


    "People only remember you as a part of history. No one truly worships or respects you," Fang Mo continued. "I, on the other hand, inspire fear. People bow to me in reverence. King of Heroes, let me show you... what real terror is."


    "Shut up!"


    Gilgamesh finally snapped.


    With a wave of his hand, countless golden portals materialized behind him. Hundreds of weapons—swords, spears, axes, and more—began to emerge, each glowing with powerful magic.


    "...What?"


    Rin was dumbfounded. "That many Noble Phantasms? How is that possible?"


    Even ck Saber couldn''t help but frown at the disy.


    "Hmm?"


    Fang Mo, however, seemed unimpressed. In fact, he looked... angry?


    "Hey, are you copying me?"


    "What?"


    Gilgamesh was taken aback. "I''m copying you?"


    "Of course you are," Fang Mo said, waving his hand.


    Suddenly, countless purple portals appeared behind him, from which emerged an array of weapons: cannons, guns, and even missiles.


    "???"


    Gilgamesh was stunned, and then furious. "You mongrel! You''re the one copying me! How dare you imitate the King''s greatest treasury!"


    Without waiting, Gilgamesh unleashed his attack.


    Hundreds of weapons shot forth, their golden light tearing through the sky, aimed directly at Fang Mo.


    "Oh, you said the word again." Fang Mo''s voice was calm as he raised his hand. "Looks like I''ll have to hang you from themppost."


    With that, the cannons and guns behind him roared to life, unleashing a metal storm that collided with the Noble Phantasms mid-air.


    The sky above the Tohsaka mansion exploded into a brilliant disy of red and gold as the two forces shed. The shockwaves tore through the air, ripping apart trees and grass. Shrapnel from both weapons and explosions rained down, creating massive craters in the ground.


    The Tohsaka mansion, however, was the first to bear the brunt of the destruction. Within moments, the elegant house was engulfed in mes.


    "My... my house!!!"


    Rin screamed, her voice filled with despair.