Reincarnated As A Dragon Egg In Dxd With A Fate System - Volume 1 Chapter 257

Followed by Rider’s roar, a golden light immediately appeared.

The light continued to flicker, and there was no longer any surprise in the spectators’ hearts. It was no longer just a guess in the air that a fourth Servant (that would be five counting the late Lancer) had appeared in response to Rider’s provocation. The terrible thing was that the beginning of the hostilities was already gathering four Servants, and a Master as powerful as the Servants. No one could guess what the turn of events would be.

As expected, the golden light came from 30 feet above, at the top of a lamppost, where a figure standing in shining armor was seen. Waver held his breath at the sight of such dazzling dignity.

“This subject is…”

He had seen him for only an instant the previous time, but there was no mistaking such an intense existence. The one standing calmly at the top of the lamppost was none other than the enigmatic Servant who had sent Assassin into oblivion with overwhelming destructive power the night before.

This could not be Caster, since his entire body was covered with armor. If he had materialized in response to Rider’s call, it meant that he had the judgment to recognize a provocation as such, so he could not be Berserker.

By elimination, the only one left was the last of the three classes of Knights, Archer.

“I didn’t expect that in one night, there would be two fools who would have the insolence to call themselves ‘kings’ and ignore me.”

The golden Heroic Spirit seemed very upset from his first words, scorning those present with an angry look from above. His arrogance and tone was comparable to Rider’s arrogance, but differed from the root. At no time was there any cruelty or lack of pity in the King of Conquerors’ tone.

Even Rider did not expect someone more dominant than he was, as he rubbed his chin with a perplexed face devoid of malice.

“You are confused… I, Iskandar, am he who is well recognized throughout the world as the King of Conquistadors.”

“You fool. The only hero in Heaven and Earth who is a true king is me. The rest are a bunch of commoners.”

Archer shot him down with a statement that was much more than an insult. Of course, Saber’s face was already drained of color. Still, the tolerant Rider let out a strange sigh, ignoring him altogether.

“If you want to say so much, could you introduce yourself first? If you’re such a king, couldn’t you be ashamed of your fame?”

In the face of Rider’s taunt, Archer’s red eyes filled even more with proud anger as he stared at the giant beneath him.

“Are you questioning me? A low trash questioning a king like me?”

Frankly speaking, Rider’s point was reasonable, but apparently, Archer received it as incorrigible disrespect from his point of view. This was not a matter of profiting by concealing his true name, but, by his personal irritability, the golden Heroic Spirit was emitting a clear intent to murder.

“I yield to you the honor of my presence, and you still cannot recognize me; such ignorance is not even worth living.”

After Archer’s conclusion, the space around him was deformed into a mist – the next moment, the glow of beautiful swords began to emerge from the empty space.

There were swords drawn like spears. Each one of them is decorated with colorful ornaments, emitting a fierce magical power. It is clear that they are not common weapons, but Noble Phantasm.

No doubt this is identical to what happened the night before – the mysterious attack that unilaterally annihilated Assassin. All those who were watching Tohsaka’s mansion the night before understood that.

“…hh”

Waver was petrified. The unseen Lancer Master swallowed noisily. Kiritsugu and Maiya, too, watching in the distance, felt the tension.

Mordred felt the danger coming from the swords that had come out of nowhere.

“Master…”

“Yes, that is the strongest Servant.”

Gilgamesh…

Drako’s senses only told him to get out of that place immediately. But, he was not afraid.

Meanwhile, a man, who like Rider and Waver, a Master, had followed Lancer’s movements throughout the day, and was now watching from behind the scenes in the warehouse; while that man was spying on the battlefield through the vision of a familiar, he was staring at Archer’s strange battle preparations.

Yes, he was undoubtedly the same. Archer was definitely the Golden Servant who had defended Tohsaka’s mansion from the invasion of Assassin the night before; in other words, this was the Servant of Tohsaka Tokiomi.

“Haha, hahaha…”

With an ancient hatred burning in his one blood-red eye, Matou Kariya let out a laugh in the darkness.

Now was the moment he had been looking forward to. He had endured a year of living in hell waiting for this moment. Tohsaka Tokiomi…

Husband of Aoi, father of Sakura, and still the man who had trampled the mother and the daughter’s happiness.

The hated and cursed enemy who took everything that Kariya had desired; who undid everything.

Now, the old resentment has been removed. This was the time to confront that man, turning into a sword the hatred boiling in his heart.

“Kill him…”

There was an unimaginable pleasure in filling his voice with hate. Now, Kariya understood the meaning of the saying “Vengeance is a dish best served cold.”

Tokiomi himself can wait. First, his Servant must be demolished to make him lose the Holy Grail War. He felt a maddening enthusiasm at the thought of Tokiomi’s face stained by the frustrating humiliation.

“Kill him, Berserker!! Pulverize that Archer!!”

At that moment, in another place, an unexpected flood of prana swept away in a roar.

As everyone watched, the flowing prana gathered and solidified, materializing in the shadow of a robust man.

The shadow stopped near the highway that had become Drako and Lancer’s battlefield, two blocks away from the sea. Truly, this was a fantastic apparition that could not be described in any other way than as a “shadow”.

By the width of the tall figure’s shoulders, this was the body of a man, completely covered in full armor without any opening. But it was different from the silver armor that enveloped Saber or the luxurious armor of Archer. This man’s armor was black. Without any delicate adornment, without any polished l.u.s.ter. Like darkness, like Hell; he was just a bottomless black. Also, the face was invisible, covered with a rustic helmet. Deep in a narrowly carved crevice was the horrible light of a pair of eyes with a gaze burning like a flame.

A Servant. That was determined. And yet, what Heroic Spirit was this sinister apparition about?

The black knight definitely had none of the “glow” that the other Servants who were already there kept. Artoria, Mordred, Diarmuid, and the King of the Conquerors, Iskandar, as well as the still unannounced golden Archer, all had that “glow”. This is the expression of the pride of a Heroic Spirit. The honor of legends that all praise and yearn for. This is an essential element of his “Noble Phantasm”.

But the recently appeared black knight had nothing of the sort. You could say that he was approaching Assassin. The darkness around the black armor definitely possessed a “negative wave”.

Thus, more than a Heroic Spirit, he should be labeled a vengeful spirit…

Seeing both Gilgamesh and Lancelot’s appearance, Drako couldn’t help but smile.

“All the actors have appeared on the main stage.”

[Inspect Status]

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[Gilgamesh]

Race: Demigod/Servant

Status: Normal

Lv: 50/100

Strength: 5720

Defense: 5720

Magic: 7150

Agility: 5720

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[Lancelot]

Race: Human/Servant

Status: Mad Enhancement

Lv: 50/100

Strength: 9676

Defense: 7741

Magic: 5805

Agility: 9676

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