Chapter 264: All Is A

Then Weber's eyes widened to perfect circles in an instant, his mouth formed an "O", and his glasses almost slipped off.

(Strength A… Agility A… Endurance A… Magic A… Luck A…)

(Wait! Hold on!)

(Caster?! You say this is a Caster?! All five attributes are A?! How is that possible?! Even for a three‑knight rank, a top‑tier Servant having a few A's is impressive! This woman called Black Tower… her panel is as lavish as cheating! And is she really a Caster?! No Caster has attributes like this?! )

Weber felt the Magic knowledge he'd studied for over a decade shattering with a crackling pop.

He trembled, clutching a corner of the Rider cloak, and hoarse‑voiced shouted: "R‑Rider! That woman… her attributes… all A! That's absurd! Should we retreat strategically first?!"

Rider heard this, raised a thick brow, and rather than fear, his battle spirit grew: "Oh? All A? Hahaha! No wonder The King values you as a hero! Now that's interesting!"

Just as the tension reached its peak—

Black Tower suddenly furrowed her brows, her violet‑black eyes snapping toward another direction—the top of a streetlamp towering over the shadows of containers in the dock area.

"Watching all this excitement for so long,"

Black Tower's voice was cold, tinged with offended displeasure, "Aren't you going to come out yet? The mouse hiding in the shadows."

As soon as she finished speaking, the dim halo at the lamp's top rippled like water.

In the next instant, a figure materialized out of thin air, standing steadily atop the slender lamp, as if the smooth metal pole were a solid throne beneath his feet.

He was a handsome youth with dazzling golden short hair and ruby‑like eyes.

He wore Golden Armor so ornate it bordered on dazzling, its surface etched with ancient, intricate patterns that glimmered with noble luster in the night and light.

His face was peerlessly handsome, yet bore an innate arrogance, as if all things in the world were mere collectibles in his treasury, unworthy of a glance.

Archer— the oldest Hero King, Gilgamesh.

His ruby eyes swept over the crowd on the dock from his lofty height, lingering on Black Tower for a moment, a flash of surprise and… intense interest crossing his gaze.

Then, a domineering curve lifted his mouth, and he spoke arrogantly:

"Heh. Tonight is truly lively. I thought only some Miscellaneous Cultivation were making noise, but there's also a… hmm… decent 'collection' after all."

His gaze locked onto Black Tower, as if admiring a novel treasure:

"Ant, you…"

"So noisy."

Black Tower cut off his prelude‑style speech outright, not even sparing patience for him to finish a line like 'How dare you stare at The King.'

A purple light mirror beside her instantly pivoted, its core blazing!

Whoosh—!!!

A deep‑purple energy beam, only as thick as an arm, ripped through the night sky like lightning, moving at a speed far beyond ordinary Magic, and instantly slammed toward Gilgamesh atop the streetlamp!

Gilgamesh's ruby eyes flashed with a hint of astonishment; clearly he hadn't expected the opponent not only to interrupt him but to strike outright!

But his reaction was equally astonishing; at the moment the purple beam was about to hit, his figure vanished like an illusion from the lamp top and reappeared on the slightly lower top of a neighboring container.

His immaculate Golden Armor was spotless, yet his handsome face was already filled with offended Rage.

He stood on the container, arms crossed, his ruby eyes locked on Black Tower, voice low and dangerous:

"Miscellaneous Cultivation… daring to strike The King? Such rudeness…"

His tone suddenly added a hint of playfulness:

"However, considering your unique beauty and intriguing power, The King can forgive your disrespect. On the condition that…"

He extended a finger, pointing at Black Tower from afar, his tone decisive as if proclaiming universal truth:

"Become The King's collection. That is your supreme honor."

Silence fell over the dock.

Saber and Lancer both furrowed their brows, displeased by Archer's arrogance and words.

Rider stroked his chin, seemingly pondering what this golden‑shining fellow truly was.

Weber had completely given up thinking, only wanting to curl up into a ball.

And Black Tower's reaction was—

She slowly raised her right hand, and then, under everyone's bewildered gaze, pointed a… pale, slender middle finger at Gilgamesh on the container.

Black Tower's face was expressionless, but her violet‑black eyes clearly read: "Idiot, scram."

Gilgamesh: "...?"

He clearly didn't recognize the gesture, but he could be 100% certain it was not friendly at all, but a contemptuous mockery!

When had he ever suffered such a humiliating disgrace?!

Not even Enkidu, whom he regarded as his 'only true friend,' had ever treated him so.

"You… you ignorant Miscellaneous Cultivation!!!"

Gilgamesh's Rage instantly shattered his carefully maintained 'kingly composure', his handsome face twisting slightly with anger, his ruby eyes blazing with violent golden light, "How dare you—how dare you desecrate The King's authority!!!"

The space behind him rippled violently like water!

Dozens of splendid golden ripples, like blooming death flowers, unfolded layer upon layer in the night sky behind him!

Within each ripple, a weapon slowly emerged: knives, swords, spears, axes, halberds, bows…

An array of dazzling items, each emitting a powerful Magic Wave, their designs ancient yet splendid, unmistakably precious—Noble Phantasms!

"Hmph! Let your blood wash away your sins! Miscellaneous Cultivation!"

Gilgamesh sneered, waving his hand.

"Th‑Those are Noble Phantasms?!"

Weber let out an incredulous scream, his voice warped.

Displaying so many Noble Phantasms at once was a scene that outright defied common sense!

Black Tower, however, remained where she was, only now several more purple light mirrors surrounded her, all aimed at the airborne Gilgamesh.

Her violet‑black eyes swiftly scanned the golden ripples and the emerging Noble Phantasms, showing no fear, only the curiosity of spotting new toys.

(Application of spatial storage technology? Combination of energy projection and physical summoning? An interesting structure…)

Just as Gilgamesh was about to wave his hand and command the rain of Noble Phantasm to pour down, completely flooding the Black Tower—

In the distant high shadows of the containers.

Chang Ye Yue and San Yue Qi still lurked here.

San Yue Qi looked at the golden thing below, from whose back so many glittering golden weapons emerged, and anxiously grabbed Chang Ye Yue's sleeve: "Sister, that golden hair… looks so fierce! Should we help Black Tower Lady?"

Chang Ye Yue stared down, especially at the Gilgamesh standing on the container, back turned toward them, completely unaware of what was behind him.

At that moment, she received a command from Black Curtain Lady in her mind:

【Shoot him.】