AlphaSigma-[Instantly defeating the greek hero Heracles???]
BobUchiha-[Damn, even though this King of Heroes is kind of a scumbag, a little edgy, and a bit of a chuuni, he's seriously strong!]
ICastFart-[I'm starting to panic! Just what is the King of Heroes trying to do?]
FateBot-[We're screwed. Don't tell me he really plans to kill Illya?]
SinMommy-[Ahhh, King of Heroes, stop! If you keep this up, your image in my heart is going to collapse!]
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Inside the luxurious mansion.
A woman with a doll-like flawless and beautiful face, dressed in a white fur-trimmed formal dress, was completely stunned, her ruby-like eyes filled with shock.
She was Irisviel—Illyasviel's mother.
A young lady.
Now, she was utterly confused upon discovering that the new video Unlimited Blade Works released by Alaya actually showed Illya and the castle they live in!
Behind her, the head maid Sella muttered dazedly, "Ah... I died?"
In the video, she had actually been decapitated by the King of Heroes in a single slash!
"Don't panic! This must be a different timeline, things happening in a parallel world, it has nothing to do with us!"
Irisviel hurriedly tried to comfort her.
Though she said that, it was still incredibly shocking and terrifying.
That was the King of Heroes!
Even the Greek hero Heracles couldn't stand up to him. His strength was absolutely despair-inducing.
Just how is anyone supposed to defeat such a terrifying being?
As Irisviel, Sella, and the others watched—
In the video, Heracles, who had been instantly killed, suddenly began to emit a dense blood mist.
He hadn't fallen. He stood up once again.
"Oh? The Twelve Labors of your legend have been sublimated into your most powerful Noble Phantasm, giving you twelve resurrection chances?"
Gilgamesh looked at him with interest. "Even I don't possess such a Noble Phantasm... but unfortunately, it's useless, useless!
You are the embodiment of humanity's ultimate unyielding spirit. But I, on the other hand, am the embodiment of infinite accumulation—I possess countless weapons that can kill you!
Babysitting ends here, Heracles!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
One terrifying Noble Phantasm after another was launched, raining down their power without mercy.
Under this onslaught, even the heroic legend could only take the hits passively. He didn't even have the qualification to lay a finger on the King of Heroes!
Illya screamed in fury,
"Berserker won't lose to anyone, because he is the strongest in the world!"
However—
The Berserker she pinned all her hopes on still could not get close to the King of Heroes.
Like a moth flying into a flame, there was only death ahead!
But this mad warrior who had lost all reason didn't back down even a little. Taking hit after hit, dying and reviving again and again, he kept charging forward.
The sheer brutality of the scene deeply shook everyone's soul, and even the barrage of comments had thinned significantly.
Everyone was silently cheering for him.
At this moment, Heracles was not fighting alone. He was not alone!
A flashback began.
It showed how Illya and Heracles first met.
The young Illya, just a few years old, had seen one artificial human after another discarded like garbage.
This was the family's secret legacy: the long pursuit of the ideal Holy Grail vessel.
Thousands of homunculus had been engineered in hidden chambers beneath the castle, each crafted with the singular hope of achieving that perfect form.
Most were discarded, their existence deemed meaningless by the standards of alchemy and purpose.
Eventually—
They succeeded.
She was the result.
Illya, as the final creation, was the most perfect masterpiece.
She became the Lesser Grail.
A girl born to be a tool.
A once-in-a-millennium miracle.
Her only purpose was to help the family reattain the Third Magic, [Heaven's Feel], and fulfill the grand dream of reaching the Root.
No one cared about her.
The only one who could protect her was the Berserker she had summoned.
A terrifyingly strong yet incredibly gentle giant.
A Berserker who had lost his mind, yet swore to protect her with his life.
The flashback ended.
Illya's eyes overflowed with tears as she shouted loudly,
"Berserker will never lose! Not to someone like that! Because, Berserker, you're the strongest!"
(T/N: Didn't work tho for the Temu Kakashi.)
The brutal battle continued, and despair slowly enveloped everyone.
Then, the screen suddenly changed.
A new scene appeared, from the adjacent area.
It showed a boy—presumably the unnamed young Shirou—and a twin-tailed girl beside him!
"Eh? Isn't that me?"
Rin Tohsaka was dumbfounded seeing this.
What the hell?!
Previously in The Oldest King, the goddess Ishtar looked exactly like her, and now Unlimited Blade Works had just made her appear directly?!
What on earth was going on?
Staring hard at the video, she saw the "herself" trying to stop the boy from advancing.
"I'm sorry. I just can't stand by and watch Illya die in front of me!"
The boy shook his head and sighed, "Gilgamesh wants to dig out her heart and use it as the core of the Holy Grail, so I have to save her!"
"But you're just an ordinary person! You can't possibly defeat a Heroic Spirit!"
Rin Tohsaka couldn't help but grab his arm.
That was the King of Heroes! Even a hero of the mythological age couldn't oppose him!
How could a mere human defeat such a being?
"Rin, I've learned something from my short life: the more you try to rely on schemes, the more you realize there's a limit to human capabilities."
The boy looked somewhat melancholy, as if recalling his past life.
"What are you trying to say?" Rin asked in confusion.
"Rin, I don't want to be human anymore. I want to become a hero of justice!"
The boy smiled brightly, as if freeing himself from all shackles, even flashing a V-sign with his hand.
"You idiot!"
Rin gritted her teeth in frustration.
To joke around at such a dangerous time—what an idiot.
An idiot who always said he didn't want to be a hero of justice, yet still used his life to practice justice!
She would rather he give up that belief and just run away with her.
But—
Rin couldn't say it.
She could only watch as he charged forward!
The battle neared its end.
Gilgamesh mocked freely,
"Heracles, you're about to die. Why haven't you discarded your burden? Only by doing that do you stand even a slight chance at victory!"
Despite being bombarded relentlessly, Heracles never stopped protecting Illya.
How foolish.
Gate of Babylon opened fully, unleashing endless Noble Phantasms upon the giant.
Under this storm, his revivals were completely used up.
Gilgamesh spoke with relaxed confidence, "Finally unable to revive. In the end, you're just a beast—only knowing how to bite and claw. I had some expectations for you, but alas."
Just then, Heracles—who should've been dead—stood up again.
The Berserker roared in rage and charged straight at the King of Heroes.
He still had one more life! A last-ditch reversal attempt!
Clatter—
Golden chains suddenly extended from the golden ripples behind the King of Heroes, binding Heracles tightly. It was Enkidu's Chains of Heaven.
Because Heracles possessed divinity, this Noble Phantasm perfectly countered him.
"You fake doll, obediently offer up your heart and become the Holy Grail's core," Gilgamesh said casually, stepping toward the young girl.
Illya, crying, screamed in despair: "Berserker, you're the strongest! You can't lose!"
At that moment, Heracles—who should have died—moved again.
He shattered the chains binding him, and his giant hand slammed down fiercely!
Gilgamesh's face twisted in disbelief. "What! Incredible! At the very end, you even surpassed your own myth!"
A mindless berserker capable of breaking the Chains of Heaven that restrain divine beings—just how strong was his will?
But it was not enough. After surpassing his twelve lives and breaking free from Enkidu's chains, he had exhausted everything.
His hand was just one palm away from the enemy when another Noble Phantasm pierced his heart.
His body shattered and disappeared on the spot.
The cold sweat on Gilgamesh's face vanished, and his smile returned. "Too bad. You were just one step short!"
The heroic figure from the age of gods was dead.
Now, no one could stop him.
Just then, a boy suddenly rushed out and shielded Illya behind him.
Though incredibly weak, he showed no fear at all.
Gilgamesh, eyes glowing red, sneered with disdain, as if looking at an insect.
"Lowly mongrel, you dare to jump in front of this king? Who gave you the courage?"
A mere human—how dare he block his path?