Chapter 80: You shouldn't have awakened me

"Don't be so impatient, King of Conquerors."

Just as Iskandar was shouting loudly, a light chuckle appeared from nowhere.

And accompanying the laughter, several figures appeared, having stood there for who knows how long.

It was Su Nian, Artoria, Sajyou Ayaka, as well as Dekola and Merlin.

"We've arrived, haven't we?"

Su Nian said, simultaneously summoning his armor and Noble Phantasm, his eyes fixed intently on the void beneath Ryudou Temple.

That was the place where the Greater Grail resided, and also the place where the 【All the World's Evils】 Angra Mainyu would make its debut.

After all, to wash away the suspicion of this disguise and the 【All the World's Evils】, what better way to clear one's name and prove the truth than by participating in it as an opponent?

"Tell me, you aren't waiting for us to make the first move, are you?"

Su Nian swept his gaze across the surrounding Servants with a provocative look, a hint of disdain appearing in his eyes.

"I think that although I am the strongest among those present, you all don't need to have such high expectations of me, right?"

"Ridiculous, this King alone can finish him off."

Gilgamesh's veins bulged, and he said with a forced, insincere smile; he hadn't even settled the score with this guy yet.

The matter of him forcibly locking his Gate of Babylon without his permission.

"Then good luck!"

Su Nian offered some performative encouragement, then snapped his fingers, directly taking some comfortable chairs out from Gilgamesh's Gate of Babylon and sitting right down.

"Please, Hero King, put on a show."

In any case, Su Nian had only come to watch the show, and to perform a little on the side.

More than anything, he wanted to see how Angra Mainyu, who had fused with the All the World's Evils and had been fitted with a Virtual Spirit Origin, would perform.

Whether it met his expectations, as well as the output and performance of the Virtual Spirit Origin Gift.

"Hmph! Mongrel, then watch closely and behold this King's heroic posture."

Gilgamesh snorted coldly, crossing his arms as he faced the great void and the black mud surging within it.

He would temporarily overlook this fellow's offense; once he dealt with the All the World's Evils with absolute force, he would settle the score with him then.

"Hey, Iskandar, and Master, King Hassan, do you want some of this guy's Divine Wine?"

Seeing that Gilgamesh didn't care, Su Nian became even more unscrupulous; there were plenty of things in the Gate of Babylon anyway.

Taking a little wouldn't make much of a dent; Su Nian had seen a lake's worth of this Divine Wine alone.

"Fine wine, then I won't stand on ceremony."

Iskandar didn't hesitate at all, directly taking a cup of Divine Wine from Su Nian's hand.

Draining it in one gulp and wiping the wine from the corner of his mouth, Iskandar exclaimed.

"Truly worthy of being the Hero King's collection."

"That goes without saying; there is nothing in this King's treasury that cannot be called a treasure."

Gilgamesh said quite smugly; it was just a bit of wine, he didn't care about such things.

Of course, Su Nian wasn't a thief; he had no interest in pilfering things from Gilgamesh's treasury.

He generally preferred to take them to his face.

Aside from moving out some luxurious chairs, a table, and the Divine Wine, he did nothing else.

On the other side, countless golden ripples surged behind Gilgamesh, and from within the golden ripples, countless Noble Phantasms of various forms shot out.

Sabers, spears, swords, halberds, axes, battle-axes, hooks, forks, whips, maces...

Like bullets that cost nothing, they shot out from the Gate of Babylon.

They shot toward the black mud that was surging quietly there.

However, it was only perhaps useful at the very beginning, capable of causing slight damage to the All the World's Evils.

But very quickly, as those Noble Phantasms were swallowed by the All the World's Evils and disappeared.

The All the World's Evils soon evolved corresponding resistances—resistances to purification, high temperatures, toxins, and so on.

Those Noble Phantasms could no longer harm it in the slightest.

Just like the Simulated Star Creation Map of Absolute Evil, Atavism, the ability Su Nian had fictionalized for the All the World's Evils was evolution.

After being attacked by anything, it could evolve corresponding resistances and resist others' attacks from the opposite direction.

Moreover, the All the World's Evils also possessed a certain ability to pollute; very quickly, these Noble Phantasms were swallowed, polluted, and then recorded and simulated.

Most importantly, the Type-Moon world was full of all sorts of messy conceptual attacks and special attacks.

As long as it adapted to the vast majority of Type-Moon's conceptual special attacks, then when it returned to Little Garden and was re-observed, there was a high probability it could produce a sufficiently powerful resistance Gift.

Little Garden also valued conceptual special attacks, just not as absurdly as Type-Moon.

To the point where counters were everything and special attacks could defeat gods.

"It seems to be of no use."

Scathach looked at the All the World's Evils, which remained calm without a single ripple.

"It hasn't even forced the opponent to reveal itself."

The All the World's Evils could hold out, but they could not.

With the corrosiveness of that virus, if the All the World's Evils persisted for a few days, it was estimated that only zombies would be left in this world.

Their descent would then have no meaning.

"Keep your mouth shut, this King is naturally aware of that."

Gilgamesh looked at the All the World's Evils, which hadn't even responded, and he was also a bit indignant.

Was his attack really that weak? It hadn't even caused any damage to the opponent?

"Polluted treasures, this King has no need for them."

Gilgamesh sneered and completely detonated the Noble Phantasm he had fired into All the World's Evils.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

It was as if a bombardment had occurred; countless amounts of black mud were blasted away, splattering everywhere, and even Su Nian was nearly struck by a bit of it.

It was the same principle as Emiya Shirou's Broken Phantasm, except Emiya Shirou detonated the Noble Phantasms he projected himself.

Gilgamesh, however, detonated the Noble Phantasms from his own treasury; because they were not projections, the power was even greater when they exploded.

Finally, the black mud was blasted away, and Angra Mainyu, who had been hiding within the black mud, finally revealed his form.

With silver hair, wheat-colored skin, and an appearance resembling Irisviel, Angra Mainyu slowly raised his head.

He looked toward this group of Heroic Spirits and spoke slowly.

"You should not have awakened me."

The next moment, black, viscous blood flowed out from the mouths and eye sockets of all the ordinary people in Fuyuki City, including even Waver.

In the blink of an eye, the black blood had engulfed half of Waver's body.

"Rider, save me! I don't want to die yet!"

Waver's spineless voice rang out; because he was a Magic user, he unexpectedly managed to hold on for a moment.

But the other residents of Fuyuki City were not so lucky.

A moment later, zombies with deformed bodies swarmed toward Ryudou Temple.

They charged toward these last living people.

(End of this chapter)