Chapter 274: Guai Li Sword!

Gilgamesh's crimson eyes suddenly narrowed!

He clearly hadn't expected the opponent to be so decisive, and the attack method so... unreasonable.

Yet his dignity as the oldest Hero King and his combat instinct would not allow him to retreat.

"Miscellaneous Cultivation... how dare you!"

He roared, and the thousands of golden ripples behind him trembled simultaneously!

Countless Noble Phantasms, like enraged swarms of bees, dragged various magical glows and slammed head‑on into those purple Magic Cannons!

Swords clashed with Light Cannons, spears intertwined with energy beams, axes split the magical flow, and wands released protective and counterattack spells...

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom—!!!

The deafening explosions instantly merged into one!

The purple‑golden light collided wildly!

Shockwaves, like massive solid rings, expanded outward layer by layer with ferocious force!

The Tohsaka Residence's sturdy magical barrier shattered instantly like paper!

The exquisite courtyard scenery, walls, even the nearby street buildings and streetlights...

In the energy afterglow far beyond ordinary Heroic Spirit collisions, they were crushed like by an invisible giant hand, shattering into dust!

Smoke and lingering magical light mingled, obscuring half of the night sky!

Even the afterglow of the first round of collision almost leveled the Yuanban Family and the surrounding blocks!

Tohsaka Residence

Yuanban Shichen looked at the apocalyptic scene outside through a magical water mirror, his complexion instantly turning extremely grim.

He covered his cheek, still aching from Gilgamesh's strike, his elegance long gone, leaving only deep unease.

(A collision of this level...)

(That woman called Black Tower—what on earth is she?! This magical output, this attack style... doesn't resemble a normal Caster at all!)

(And Archer... he actually employed such a scale of 'King's Treasure'!)

(Around... there are still so many ordinary residents! If this continues, not only the Yuanban Family's secret but the entire Winterwood City's ley lines and secular order will suffer irreparable damage!)

As a traditional Magus who adheres to elegance and secrecy, Shichen could not tolerate the situation becoming so uncontrollable.

This far exceeds the "conventional" scope of the Holy Grail War, like two ancient beasts running amok in a city!

On the sofa beside him, Huan Long still smiled brightly, shaking the small fan in her hand, as if the outside were not a cataclysmic explosion but a grand fireworks display.

She even leisurely adjusted her sitting posture, her fox tail swaying gently.

"Mr. Tohsaka, why such anxiety?"

Huan Long's voice was delicate and lilting, with a detached laziness, "Our two honored guests are in high spirits; why should we dampen the mood?"

Shichen heard this and was so angry he almost lost his breath.

Dampening the mood?

It's being torn down outside!

Yet he feared the unfathomable power and eccentric temperament of this "Tamamo-no-Mae," so he suppressed his fury, preparing to use the Command Spell again—not to summon back, but to forcibly order Archer to cease this indiscriminate devastation!

However, the battle outside shifted again!

Amid the fierce collision of violet‑golden flames, a sharply angled deep‑purple Magic Cannon, like a phantom, pierced a tiny gap in the Noble Phantasm interception net and brushed the shoulder of Gilgamesh's golden armor by a hair's breadth!

*Snicker—! *

It tore the armor's protection, leaving a shallow yet strikingly clear burn scar on his shoulder!

A few drops of blood spurted out!

The damage was minor, but the insult was immense!

"You—this—despicable—miscellaneous—cultivation—!!!"

Gilgamesh went completely berserk!

The successive humiliations (Ice Arrow, blood spray, now a scratch) snapped his Reason String completely!

In his crimson eyes remained only madness to destroy everything!

He no longer holds back, no longer probes!

The vast golden ripples behind him, as expansive as a Star Sea, suddenly contracted toward the center!

All Noble Phantasm phantoms vanished, replaced by three colossal, cylinder‑shaped red ripples that seemed to pierce heaven and earth!

From the center of these three ripples, a strangely shaped "object" slowly rose.

It was sword‑like yet not a sword, spear‑like yet not a spear, more like intertwined parts forming a slowly rotating odd structure.

It bore no ornate decoration, yet exuded an aura far surpassing all previous Noble Phantasms!

Its mere existence made the surrounding space emit strained moans, and the light warped!

Interworld Artifact — Guai Li Sword!

"Take a look! This is the sword that cleaves worlds! Heaven and earth diverge, the star of creation (Enuma Elish)!!!"

Gilgamesh pretended to grasp, as if holding the invisible hilt, and raised it high!

The dark‑red blade began to spin faster and faster!

A terrifying energy storm began to brew and converge around it!

Crimson destructive light burst forth, and wherever it passed, space cracked like fragile glass!

The entire Winterwood City's ley lines trembled, as if the next moment they'd be torn apart by this world‑shattering force!

Yuanban Shichen's face turned deathly pale, no longer able to maintain elegance or composure, nearly shouting, "Archer!!! Stop!!!"

He was about to raise the hand inscribed with the Command Spell!

If this sword truly came down, not to mention the Yuanban Family, not to mention Winterwood City...

What terrifying consequences it would cause, Shi Chen could hardly imagine!

Just at this hair‑breadth moment, as if the end of the world were about to descend—

Crack!

A sound like shattering glass rang out in everyone's perception.

Immediately afterward, centered on the Tohsaka Residence, whether it was the sky‑splitting, earth‑shattering purple‑golden twin‑beam light outside, the raging spatial rifts, the whirling Guai Li Sword…

…or Shi Chen's terrified expression inside, Huan Long's amused smile…

All of it—the sights, the sounds, the Magic Wave, even each person's emotions and actions a moment before—

…vanished without warning, like a pencil drawing erased by a rubber, or a shattered mirror's reflection.

Yuanban Shichen snapped his eyes open.

He found himself still seated on the main seat, his posture almost identical to before.

A faint, burning sensation still lingered on his cheek.

The furnishings in the room were intact, the courtyard outside the window was tranquil and peaceful, moonlight poured like water, and there were no signs of any battle.

Gilgamesh's figure in the center of the room slowly materialized from void to substance, coalescing as a spirit form.

His expression was dreadfully grim, and the crimson eyes still held lingering rage and a trace… of an unspeakable grievance.

His golden armor was unscathed, and his shoulders bore no wounds.

Huan Long still leaned elegantly on the sofa, gently fanning herself with her folding fan, as if she had never moved.

Only her alluring fox‑like eyes now glittered with an even deeper interest.

"W-what happened?"

Yuanban Shichen looked around in bewilderment, then turned to Gilgamesh and Huan Long, "Weren't you just… Archer, you went out? And that attack…"

His Memory suffered a brief confusion and gap.

Just a second ago the sky‑splitting, earth‑shattering scene and the terrifying pressure of the Guai Li Sword about to unleash were there—how did everything revert to normal in the blink of an eye?

Gilgamesh let out a cold snort, gave no answer, only the crimson eyes coldly scanned a direction outside the window, then his figure faded again, disappearing as a spirit form—clearly too lazy even to explain, and not inclined to stay here for now.

Huan Long snapped her folding fan shut with a "pop", rested the fan ribs lightly against her chin, her red lips parting in a faint laugh.

"Hehe… Mr. Tohsaka, no need to panic."

Her voice carried a mysterious cadence, "It was just a… overly realistic illusion earlier."

"Illusion?"

Shi Chen grew even more puzzled, "But that Magic Wave, that pressure… and Archer's Rage…"

"To simultaneously cloud a top Heroic Spirit's perception, and present it to everyone present so realistically…"

Huan Long's fox eyes narrowed slightly as she looked toward the night sky outside, her tone becoming profound, "It seems that besides the two of us uninvited guests, tonight's Winterwood City hides a remarkable Memory‑keeper. Truly… it's getting more and more interesting."