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Chapter 449 First Act

The rippling golden ripples suddenly died down, and Gilgamesh turned his gaze to the southeast.

"Are you going to calm down the king—my anger with words like Your Highness? You are getting bolder and bolder, Tokiomi."

Even though he appears as a Servant, Gilgamesh has no respect for his Master.

He raised the corners of his mouth in disgust, lowered his voice and emphasized these words.

Countless Noble Phantasms around him hid their radiance and immediately disappeared without a trace.

He stared at Ye You, "Next time we meet, we won't have such good luck."

Although Gilgamesh still had a scowl on his face, the murderous look in his red eyes had faded away, leaving only his proud expression unwavering as he looked down with a scornful look.

Then the golden servant looked around and said in a proud tone: "Bastards, those who can see me can only be true heroes. If you have this confidence, you can come to see me, and I will give you death equally."

After a lot of nonsense, his body turned into golden light and disappeared, leaving only some residual light, like grains of sand, which dissipated when the night wind blew.

This is an ending that no one expected.

The duel between the golden king and the unknown berserker ended so quickly.

"That Archer's Master is really as cautious as a mouse."

The Conqueror King looked at the direction in which Gilgamesh disappeared and said, and then slapped his head hard, "I forgot to ask who he is. He is so unruly and unruly, so he must be a king comparable to me. Hahahaha .”

Rider's arrogant words only received a look of disgust from Weber.

"Lancer seems to be gone too." Ye You looked at the roof bombarded by Patchouli's magic cannon and said to Artoria.

"Ah, I felt his retreating breath just now."

The Knight King looked at Ye You solemnly with his green eyes.

It is too dangerous to expose Irisviel in front of this person.

"Don't be so vigilant, Patchouli."

"Here." The witch floated high in the air. She used teleportation magic to change her position in space after the round of Noble Phantasm bombing just now.

"I remember that the witch is very good at magic such as curses. Can you heal her injuries?"

Ye You's words made Patchouli frown in displeasure, "Don't confuse me with the witch promoted by the church. However, there is still no problem in undoing the wound of the curse."

Although it is a Noble Phantasm, the mortal yellow rose only has the attribute of a curse - a wound that cannot be healed. This kind of additional curse is too simple and shallow for a witch who is truly proficient in this art.

There is specialization in the art industry, which has nothing to do with strong ability.

If you are not good at the art of curses, you can only stay away from it, such as a shrine maiden who wants to wear seven.

Patchouli floated in front of Artoria and slowly fell down.

"Put your hand out."

Arturia and Irisviel looked at each other, then looked at Patchouli's clear and clear eyes, and she stretched out her left arm calmly.

Several miniature magic arrays lit up, covering the snow-white skin with red blood.

Then, visible to the naked eye, traces of black gas emerged from the wound.

The faint purple light covered the open wound, and the cut skin began to slowly heal.

"It'll be fine with a little bandage."

"...Thanks."

Hesitant, confused.

But the King of Knights still straightened his back and thanked him very formally.

"Hahaha!" The Conqueror King laughed, "Berserker, are you also attracted by Saber's heroic fighting skills? You actually healed your opponent. You are more determined and courageous than I expected."

Startled by his sudden loud voice, Ye You rubbed his ears and said, "Can you stop blabbing all the time? Adults should act like adults."

Faced with Ye You's disdain, the Conqueror King didn't take it seriously, with a smile on his rough face.

"The opponents the Holy Grail encounters this time are all real men."

Then he tilted his head again and asked without giving up: "Are you really not going to join me?"

Ye You didn't even bother to look at him this time.

Artoria also cast her gaze on Ye You, feeling vaguely strange.

Although he said he was a Berserker, compared to the purple magician in front of him, he looked more like a Master.

But the feeling between the followers is unmistakable.

"I remember this healing kindness. If necessary, I will repay it within my ability."

The development of things was a bit beyond Emiya Kiritsugu's expectation.

Why did the Holy Grail War that was supposed to last forever turn into a dating party?

"However," the King of Knights' eyes were still determined and stern, "I will remove any obstacles on the way to obtain the Holy Grail."

"Ah, that's good. If you worry about this little thing, it will make me even more distressed."

Ye You just experienced it personally. Compared with watching and collecting numbers from the sidelines, the data obtained by directly participating in the battle is more detailed and accurate.

The Ea, Excalibur, and the King's Army...the data on the liberation of these Noble Phantasms cannot be obtained through observation alone.

Just like Diarmuid's liberation of Red Rose and Yellow Rose, even if it was only a B-level Noble Phantasm, the data Ye You obtained was extremely limited.

Ye You's hearty smile moved Artoria slightly.

"I'm a little tired tonight, I'm going back to rest."

Ye You simply turned around and left, leaving his back to Saber and Rider, while Patchouli followed him holding a book.

Looking at the two people leaving, no one took a step forward.

"What an incredible person."

Rider praised.

"King of Knights, let's say goodbye tonight. When we meet again, no matter whether we are friends or foes, we must have a drink first."

The conquering king drove an ox-cart and rode thunder and lightning into the sky.

"You idiot, you are talking about 'regardless of whether we are friends or foes', the rest of the servants can only be enemies..."

As the chariot drove away, Weber's angry voice gradually disappeared into the night sky.

"Saber..."

Irisviel walked up to Arturia and wanted to use perception magic to detect whether the wound treated by Patchouli just now left a "magic back door".

But she was stopped by the King of Knights. Arturia shook her head, her holy blue eyes filled with respect: "That is a truly noble warrior."

On the other side, Kenneth, who was bombarded by Patchouli's magic cannon, fell directly from the roof of the building. If it weren't for the cover of "Moon Spirit Liquid", he would have been smashed into pieces by now.

But even so, his right arm was directly comminuted and fractured due to the angle of landing. At this moment, Diarmuid was carrying him on his back, his face twisted in pain was full of resentment.

"I would actually run away like a bereaved dog..."

The first act of the Holy Grail War ushered in his end.