The intensity of the battle between Richard and Gilgamesh escalated again.
Twenty consecutive Light Beams were unleashed.
Particle streams roared towards the sky.
Against Gilgamesh, who was protected by countless Noble Phantasms, they still couldn’t break through his defense.
However, Richard combined this with his Swiftness skill.
The longer he fought on the battlefield, the faster his movement speed became.
Now, Richard’s speed was almost divine.
Weaving through the rain of blades.
This king, known for having the heart of a lion, was further increasing his speed even now.
The Lionheart King, who always rushed to the battlefield at three times the normal marching speed, finally closed the distance to where his sword could reach Gilgamesh.
In addition, Richard summoned seven Pseudo-Servants through his second Noble Phantasm, based on his past life’s connections.
It wasn’t that he couldn’t fight Gilgamesh.
However, to escape from this disadvantageous situation, Richard currently lacked the means to break the deadlock.
In other words, a decisive blow.
Relying solely on the Noble Phantasm [Excalibur], the conditions for its power to harm Gilgamesh were too harsh.
Currently, Richard had no way to achieve this.
Moran only glanced at this battlefield.
He was surprised that Gilgamesh could use the Gate of Babylon to such an extent.
Indeed, even if Moran wanted to use the Gate of Babylon in this way, it wouldn’t be easy.
It was evident that Gilgamesh had put a lot of thought into it.
However, it wasn’t impossible for Moran to imitate it, especially since he had participated in building the Gate of Babylon’s treasury.
In the world, the only one who could imitate this technique.
Was probably only Moran.
"Alright, it’s time for us to talk. I’ve been looking forward to this. I’ve been paying close attention to your participation in the Holy Grail War as a Magus Killer."
The night swallowed the streets like overflowing water.
A stern atmosphere filled the building.
Kiritsugu Emiya, who was observing the battlefield situation with a sniper rifle, was caught off guard by the sudden voice.
Turning his head, he saw one of the people he needed to be most wary of in this Holy Grail War.
The king of the Age of Gods, Britain—Moran Edelfelt Pendragon!
"Don’t think about using that gun against me. Also, your external magical barriers are too childish. Although they are at an excellent level that human power can reach, they are nothing in Britain."
"Moran Edelfelt, the new king of Britain, have you come here to take my life?"
"What if I said yes?"
Moran gazed at Kiritsugu with interest.
He sized up the man before him, who had a scruffy beard and exuded the scent of gunpowder and a cold atmosphere.
Choosing to pursue the Greater Grail for an almost impossible wish.
He was simply an extremely naive man, and also an extremely pure man.
Willing to offer everything as a sacrifice, like a martyr willing to give everything, in order to save all of humanity.
"If that’s the case, then I can only put on a good show of a mortal’s struggle in front of you, the King of Britain. Even if there’s only a sliver of a chance, I’ll still try my best."
"For the salvation of all mankind, is it?"
Hearing Moran’s murmured words.
A hint of astonishment and confusion appeared on Kiritsugu’s cold expression, which had never wavered like an iceberg.
The next second, he thought he had misheard.
Kiritsugu had only shared his wish with Maiya; no one else should know about it.
——Was he using mental magecraft?
Kiritsugu immediately made this assumption.
Even though he was the King of Britain.
He unexpectedly used such methods, which were indeed more despicable and dangerous than he had imagined.
"Let’s make a deal. I can spare your life.
To be honest, I also want to see how you will reach the end in this Holy Grail War."
Moran said lightly with a faint smile.
Not revealing a trace of killing intent.
It was as easy as asking if you wanted sugar in your coffee, and he simply decided his life and death.
"Have your Servant withdraw from the hospital, and I also need your Origin as a catalyst for my use... As long as you achieve these two points, I can spare your life, how about it?"
Moran’s deal was indeed not difficult.
The only thing that confused Kiritsugu was the second point.
Everything in the world has its own Origin.
Just like Kiritsugu’s own Origin was "Severing" and "Binding," he created the Mystic Code Origin Bullet based on this.
As long as it was shot into the body of a Magus, it could instantly kill all Magi, a sure-kill Mystic Code.
It was almost impossible for anyone to imitate.
After all, this was Kiritsugu Emiya’s Origin.
Kiritsugu couldn’t understand why Moran needed his Origin; he was concerned about the risks after agreeing to this matter.
"How can you guarantee my safety?"
"Heh, Kiritsugu Emiya. First of all, understand one thing: negotiating conditions is usually done under the premise that the two sides have similar strength.
Do you think you are qualified to negotiate extra conditions with me?"
Looking at the eloquent Moran.
Kiritsugu Emiya couldn’t help but grip the sniper rifle in his hand.
He knew that when Moran appeared before him, his Holy Grail War had already ended.
This was also why he had been hiding in the dark all along.
The reason why he hadn’t shown himself for a long time.
But in the end, it was still a failure.
The facts proved that no matter how careful he was, when a strong person shifted his gaze to a weak person.
Then, this weak person had already lost.
It was easy for a strong person to kill a weak person.
The only thing Kiritsugu Emiya couldn’t figure out was.
Why Moran would focus his attention on him, even though he had packaged himself so inconspicuously.
"I personally came to your presence and gave you the power to communicate. Kiritsugu Emiya, I have given you enough respect. One cannot be too greedy; don’t cross the line.
You might as well think about what other Magi would do to you if they were in my position?"
Moran said again in a teasing tone.
If other Magi came to Moran’s position, they would directly use magecraft to control Kiritsugu Emiya.
They wouldn’t even have the idea of talking.
Yes, this king was so terrifyingly strong.