Chapter 367: Elimination

Just as Gui Naifen was getting a headache over the queen's problem, a violent Magic Wave from the direction of Liu Dong Si instantly drew everyone's attention.

The night sky in that direction was illuminated by countless golden ripples!

Countless Noble Phantasms, like a reverse‑flowing golden river of stars, bearing the momentum of Destruction, poured down toward the ground!

The brilliance was so great it almost lit half the sky, making even the moon look dim.

"That is… Archer's King's Treasure!"

Tengwan Lixiang recognized it at a glance, her tone surprised, "He really is here too, and his first move is on this scale…"

Mashu gripped her shield, "What an astonishing number of Noble Phantasms… This is the power of Hero King Gilgamesh."

Ailisi Feier looked worriedly toward that side, "Is he attacking that cocoon?"

Chang Ye Yue was a bit surprised, not expecting him to still be there, squinting her crimson eyes, "Seems so. But…"

Before she finished speaking, an anomaly suddenly erupted.

The torrent of Noble Phantasms, which seemed capable of destroying everything, just before reaching the ground suddenly collided with an invisible wall and froze rigidly in mid‑air!

Immediately after, from the center of the explosion below, an invisible yet heart‑pounding wave spread outward.

As if shattered glass crushed by an unseen hand, the golden Noble Phantasms suspended in the sky began to fragment, batch by batch from the ones nearest the ground, breaking piece by piece from bottom to top!

They turned into primal specks of light and Magic dust, silently vanishing into the night sky.

From a distance the scene was both eerie and spectacular: the golden river collapsed in reverse from its tip, specks of gold like stardust drifting down, forming a brief, melancholy trail of extinction.

"Noble Phantasm… was eliminated outright?" Mashu whispered in disbelief.

Tengwan Lixiang's complexion changed.

She had seen Hero King Gilgamesh's Noble Phantasms resisted or knocked down, but such a massive disintegration was rare.

Before they could recover from the sight, the sky above Liu Dong Si changed again!

Dark‑red vein‑like patterns materialized out of nowhere, swiftly spreading and intertwining across the heavens; a terrifying pressure as if the world were being torn open, even from this distance, pressed upon everyone, making their hearts sink and their breaths catch.

"That is… Guai Li Sword!"

Tengwan Lixiang's voice trembled slightly; she was too familiar with that aura—back in Chaldea, that wise king had occasionally displayed the terrifying power of this Interworld Artifact.

She even subconsciously felt a glimmer of hope—if it were the Guai Li Sword, perhaps…

However, her hope lasted only a few seconds.

The dark‑red patterns that had just unfolded as if to remelt heaven and earth suddenly froze without warning!

It was like a film being paused.

Then, under everyone's stunned gaze, those patterns faded faster than they had appeared.

The suffocating pressure receded like a tide, as if it had never existed.

The night sky returned to Calm, with only lingering golden specks that had not fully vanished, bearing witness to the brief, eerie clash.

The arena fell into dead silence.

Weber's legs felt weak, "W‑what happened? That Noble Phantasm was… and that terrifying feeling just now, why did it disappear suddenly?"

Rider suppressed her smile, her expression unusually serious, even tinged with shock, "Archer's Noble Phantasm was disintegrated… the weapon's aura didn't even fully manifest before being suppressed back… what kind of monster is that thing below?!"

Weigong Qiesi's pupils contracted slightly; he clearly felt the terror of that power's essence—it was not mere strength, but a distortion and denial of existence itself.

YinZhi also restrained his posture a bit, his handsome face heavy, "To disperse golden radiance so easily, to choke the crimson opening's prologue… such a being is beyond any description of beauty; it is… Corrosion of the very foundation of reason."

Tengwan Lixiang and Mashu exchanged glances, both seeing the weight in each other's eyes.

The situation was far worse than anticipated.

Hero King Gilgamesh was probably in big trouble.

Chang Ye Yue let out a light sigh, holding the Black Umbrella, "It seems the two scouts, and the one we forgot, are in a precarious situation. We must act quickly."

Gui Naifen swallowed, gripping her Flame Spear tighter, "…Um, the organizers didn't say the final BOSS would be this outrageous?"

Perspective shift.

"Um… Miss Saber?"

San Yue Qi and Artoria walked through the forest, the pink‑haired girl trying to break the silence.

She looked at the solemn, steadfast Knight King beside her, and recalled the golden, fluffy big lion from the Illusion Realm; a smile threatened to break out, though she felt it was impolite.

"What is it, Berserker?"

Artoria stopped, her emerald eyes turning to San Yue Qi, her demeanor serious and courteous.

She knew little about the pink‑haired girl, only that she was Chang Ye Yue's sister and a Servant.

"Uh, it's…"

San Yue Qi scratched her cheek, her gaze drifting, "In that strange dream just now… did you, um, maybe, turn into a fluffy large animal… any memory?"

She asked very carefully.

Artoria slightly frowned, recalled carefully, then shook her head, her eyes clear and sincere, "I'm very sorry, my memory of that Illusion Realm's specifics is vague. I only recall fragmented lights and emotions, no clear continuous scenes. I have no recollection of turning into an animal."

She even seemed puzzled, "Why ask that?"

"N‑nothing! Haha, I was just asking casually!"

San Yue Qi quickly waved her hand, forced a dry laugh twice, thinking, "Good I don't remember! Otherwise it'd be so awkward! But… lion Saber, the grip must be great, right? Oh dear, what am I thinking!"

As San Yue Qi was daydreaming, Artoria suddenly looked alertly to the side, "Someone. Magic Reaction… is it a Caster?"

The two slipped closer, parting foliage, and saw not far away a clearing created by a shockwave, where a figure stood, looking up toward Liu Dong Si.

The person wore a Witch Hat, brown hair loose, a dark Lolita dress with some tears, and a key pendant on the neck that glimmered faintly in the moonlight.

It was Black Tower.

However, she looked a bit disheveled now, her dress dust‑stained, stockings torn in places, yet she seemed unfazed, focusing on the distance—where the golden Noble Phantasm's afterglow was fading, and the Guai Li Sword's aura flickered briefly before vanishing.

"Black Tower Lady!"

San Yue Qi's eyes lit up, she ran out from her hiding spot, "Are you alright?"