Inside the cathedral at night—
A golden chalice hovered silently in the air above the sanctuary.
Although Garp's sudden intervention had significantly disrupted the expected sequence of events, the overall outcome of the Holy Grail War remained largely unchanged.
As each Servant perished, their souls were absorbed into the Lesser Grail, serving as catalysts to awaken the Greater Grail. When only one Servant remained, the war would reach its conclusion.
Now, in the heart of the cathedral, the final showdown between Masters and Servants was underway.
King Arthur—Artoria Pendragon.
The King of Conquerors—Iskandar of Macedonia.
The King of Heroes—Gilgamesh.
Three kings summoned from different eras had gathered, each driven by their own ideals, clashing in this fated moment.
At that moment—
The grand doors of the cathedral creaked open, pushed aside by a towering figure.
"Hahaha! So everyone's already gathered here, huh? That saves me the trouble of tracking you down one by one—what a time-saver!"
Garp burst into hearty laughter, a glint of excitement in his eye.
He had arrived at the cathedral following the intelligence provided by Matou Kariya, only to witness such a rare convergence.
Now, he only had to defeat the three before him to complete the mission issued by the Lord God System.
And that floating golden chalice... could that be the legendary Holy Grail?
"That man…"
On the battlefield, Saber instinctively tightened her grip on her sword.
The power Garp had unleashed two days prior still lingered in her memory.
But he had vanished without a trace since then. Only now, as the war neared its conclusion, did everyone realize—
This man wasn't a Servant. Nor was he a Master.
He had appeared as if from thin air!
Suddenly, a cold voice pierced the air:
"A battle between kings—who allowed you to interrupt?"
The golden light behind Gilgamesh shimmered.
Ripples began to distort the air behind him, like waves on a golden pond.
From that rippling surface, the hilts of countless weapons emerged.
Under Gilgamesh's command, they launched like bullets toward Garp.
In an instant, they closed the dozens of meters between them.
Gate of Babylon.
A most peculiar Noble Phantasm—not meant for direct combat, but a vault housing all the treasures and weapons amassed by the King of Heroes throughout history.
And within it resided the prototypes of every Noble Phantasm known to man—each one with incredible offensive potential.
Some of them even possessed unavoidable, absolute-hit effects.
For that reason, Gilgamesh was considered the most lavishly armed Archer-class Servant of all.
Faced with the incoming hail of "arrows," Garp's mouth curled into a grin.
In a flash, his body was covered in a dense layer of Armament Haki, as if donning black armor.
His muscles bulged like forged iron.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Gilgamesh's pupils narrowed slightly.
None of his launched Noble Phantasms had pierced Garp's skin.
All of them were stopped cold.
Tekkai (Iron Body).
Combined with Armament Haki, Garp's defense surged to an astonishing level.
Ever since being injured by Lancer's sneak attack, the wound on his right hand had yet to fully heal. He had grown cautious.
This world might not specialize in brute-force clashes… but it held no shortage of strange abilities akin to Devil Fruits.
"Well then—let's see how tough that turtle shell of yours really is."
Gilgamesh's voice was icy.
With another wave of his hand, golden light surged behind him.
This time—hundreds of weapons emerged at once, enough to completely engulf a target.
But just as the barrage was about to fire—
Garp stomped his foot.
Soru.
Boom!
The ground beneath him cracked like a spider web under the explosive force, sending jagged stone shards into the air.
The recoil launched Garp forward—breaking the sound barrier instantly.
From the cathedral's entrance, he closed the distance in a flash.
Twisting his torso, he slammed his left fist downward.
Fist of Justice.
With a thunderous roar that shook even the air, Gilgamesh was hurled backwards like a cannonball.
He plowed a deep trench into the stone floor and crashed hard into a wall.
Boom!
An entire section of the cathedral wall collapsed.
"…"
Saber, locked in combat within Iskandar's Ionioi Hetairoi reality marble, missed the spectacle.
But the two Masters—mere magi—stood frozen in place, stunned by what they had witnessed.
Gilgamesh, hailed as the strongest Servant… was he just defeated in one punch?
Garp casually shook his fist.
He turned toward the Holy Grail floating in the distance.
If he destroyed that, the mission would be complete.
But could he truly destroy it?
As he stepped forward—
A voice rang out, tinged with suppressed fury.
"Worm… your opponent is me!"
Rubble exploded outward as Gilgamesh rose, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Perhaps never in his life had he appeared so battered.
In his hand, he grasped a shape-shifting key—the control to the Gate of Babylon.
It morphed rapidly, reshaping itself.
Within seconds, it had transformed halfway.
Seeing this, Garp halted his steps.
A smile tugged at his lips.
Then, with a single stomp, he vanished again in a blur of motion.
Soru!
Compressing the air, his fist lashed out with full force.
At that moment—
Before Gilgamesh, layers of purplish-red magical glyphs unfolded like overlapping flower petals.
They interlocked, forming a seven-layered barrier.
Aegis of Heaven—Aka: Atheon's Sevenfold Ring of Heaven.
Garp's fist slammed into the barrier.
The first three layers shattered instantly.
The fourth and fifth barely slowed him down.
The sixth was broken with difficulty.
But by the time he struck the seventh, all his momentum had dissipated.
When he tried to swing his right fist—
He found, to his dismay, that the old injury still hadn't healed. He couldn't muster strength.
At that moment, the transformation of Gilgamesh's weapon was complete.
With a hum, a violet-red glow radiated from the spiral-shaped sword.
Mystic patterns traced upward, piercing the cathedral's roof, painting the sky in swirling light.
Gilgamesh's voice was cold, yet solemn:
"I acknowledge that you possess the mightiest strength of this world."
Despite the humiliation moments ago, he now appeared calm once more.
The wing-like markings folded inward, forming a twisted sphere of light.
From within, a black-and-red spiral sword descended.
He gripped it tightly.
"Therefore, be obliterated by Ea's might—"
"The Star of Creation That Split Heaven and Earth – Enuma Elish!"
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