Fate/Dragon Ball Wars 16

Chapter 16: There are two kings of Britain?

The golden glow, sharp and intrusive, sliced through the night, accompanied by a sound that scraped against the silence like nails on a chalkboard. Heads snapped in its direction, a chorus of confused murmurs erupting.

"Huh? What's going on over there?"

Jounouchi squinted, his brow furrowing as his gaze landed on the figure bathed in the unearthly light.

It was a servant, that much was clear, but unlike any he'd ever seen. Clad in gleaming gold armor that shimmered like a captured sunset, the figure threw its head back and let out a booming laugh.

A laugh that grated on Jounouchi's nerves, entirely out of place in the tense atmosphere.

"Good! It seems you mongrels have provided the king with a most diverting spectacle!" The booming voice echoed through the night, and Jounouchi felt a familiar prickle crawl up his spine. That arrogant, condescending tone – it resembled someone he knew.

"And we have another weirdo among our ranks. Bravo~!"

Kyouko shook her head as she tilted her head upwards to see the golden figure perched atop the streetlight like some bizarre gargoyle.

Clang!

A sudden clang cut through the air, drawing their attention away from the spectacle above. Berserker, a whirlwind of rage and power, had swung his monstrous golden axe with earth-shattering force, sending Kenshin's holy sword flying through the air. It spun in a glittering arc before clattering to the ground at Saber's feet.

??

A bewildered silence descended momentarily, broken only by the clatter of the fallen blade. Berserker, having achieved his objective with surprising ease, did something unexpected. He dematerialized his colossal axe.

!!

Eyes narrowed, Kenshin wasted no time. With a powerful leap, he retreated backwards, landing nimbly in the space directly beneath the golden figure.

It was clear – Berserker, despite his mindless fury, had recognized Kenshin and Archer as allies, and by disarming him, had effectively taken him out of the immediate fight.

"Hmph! It has been quite some time since I have encountered such a curious specimen. The mongrel's true name… the king finds himself strangely intrigued."

The king spoke from his perch, his voice dripping with disdain.

Ignoring the blatant disrespect of being addressed in such a manner, Gilgamesh, the king himself, looked down upon Berserker with an arrogant air.

The fact that this new arrival had garnered the king's interest spoke Gilgamesh’s interest in Berserker. Here was a servant unlike any other, wielding weapons that defied explanation.

The monstrous dragon sword, crackling with a malevolent energy, the spear that shimmered and morphed at will, the ancient tome that pulsed with arcane power, and the colossal axe – all were completely foreign to Gilgamesh's all-encompassing treasury, the Gate of Babylon.

It was a fact known to all – Gilgamesh, the "Oldest King," possessed within his Gate the prototypes of all human treasures.

Any weapon or artifact that had ever graced the human stage was undoubtedly housed within his boundless collection, a collection so vast even he himself struggled to recall every single piece.

Even Saber's holy sword, upon its reveal, had been instantly recognizable to him, its true name and origin laid bare with a single glance.

However, here stood Berserker, an enigma wielding a collection of armaments entirely new to the king's eyes. This was a development that piqued Gilgamesh's curiosity to a considerable degree.

"And the one skulking in the darkness all this while. Rider this time, a scurrying rat, it seems."

A sneer twisted Gilgamesh's face as he cast his gaze towards the shadows.

Berserker remained stoic, his silence a stark contrast to the king's theatrical pronouncements. Gilgamesh, however, wasn't fazed. He reveled in the attention of those who piqued his interest, and Berserker had certainly done just that.

But there was one more person he wanted to come into the play.

Suddenly, the air shimmered behind Gilgamesh, the space warping and distorting. A collective gasp rose from the onlookers as the fabric of reality rippled, revealing a sight that left them speechless.

"What?!"

"Are those all Noble Phantasms?! Even more than that of Berserker?!"

Seven, maybe eight shimmering portals materialized behind Gilgemesh, and from them erupted a dazzling display of weaponry – swords, spears, halberds, each one radiating a power that sent shivers down their spines.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!!

Bang! Bang! Bang!!

With a flurry of motion, the weapons launched themselves forward. Their targets? The dense trees at the far end of the clearing. A series of thunderous explosions rocked the night, smoke billowing from the ravaged area.

Jounouchi and Kyouko exchanged bewildered glances. The sudden assault on the seemingly empty forest left them utterly confused. However, as the smoke cleared, revealing the colossal form of a mechanized giant at the center of the destruction.

"What a rude way to introduce yourself~"

A voice boomed from above. A crackling barrier of energy materialized, deflecting the remaining projectiles effortlessly.

Lelouch, clad in his luxurious white imperial garb, stood imperiously on the outstretched hand of his monstrous creation, Nightmare.

"Hey, hey, hey! Does this mean... all seven Servants are here?"

He jabbed his finger at each figure in turn, counting them off with wide eyes.

Coming out for a simple duel, he hadn't anticipated encountering all seven players at once. The thrill of the unexpected warred with a simmering nervousness in his gut.

"That guy's Rider, right? And the flashy one is Archer? But he didn't use a bow and arrow, he just shot weapons out of thin air!"

Kyouko frowned, voicing the questions churning in her mind. Witnessing the archer firing weaponry like projectiles shattered her preconceived notions of the class. Being thrust into this world of eccentric heroes made her magical girl abilities seem almost mundane by comparison.

(AN: Oh boy, she has no idea that Archer class aren’t made out of Archers.)

Gilgamesh, however, remained unfazed by the newcomer's display. He scoffed, ignoring Kyouko's query.

"Hmph, mongrel, who dares elevate you to the king's level?"

"Oh, come on now~. I am an emperor, too, you know. No need for me to bow down to the likes of you."

Lelouch retorted, his voice firm as he adjusted his posture.

The mecha's massive cannon remained trained on the king, a silent threat hanging in the air.

Although he was composed, Lelouch was trying to figure out Archer’s idendity.

A Heroic Spirit who wielded multiple Noble Phantasms as "arrows"? An arrogant demeanor and a self-proclaimed king? It was a puzzle with no easy solution.

Heroic Spirits were, after all, legendary figures from history, their deeds echoing through the ages and transforming into powerful abilities called Noble Phantasms. But based on the Archer's unorthodox tactics, Lelouch couldn't pinpoint his true identity.

This enigma mirrored the earlier encounter with Berserker.

Assassin and Saber, however, were easier to identify. One was undoubtedly a Japanese warrior and the other was the King of Knights wielding a holy blade.

"That magical energy... it is you! You're the one who attacked us on the beach! Why did you interfere with my duel against Assassin?"

Recognition flared in Saber's eyes as she locked gazes with the newcomer.

??

Lelouch's brow furrowed in confusion. This wasn't some chivalrous duel before a king, but a brutal war where ideals clashed.  Duel? This isn't some playground squabble for honor! Everyone here is fighting for their own desires. Why should Lelouch care about Saber’s personal confrontations?"

Could Waver's suspicions about Saber true identity be really true? Was this blond cute girl really be Legendary King Arthur?

"Are you truly the king of Britain?"

"What does that have to do with anything?"

Saber bristled at the question. Recognition, though initially a surprise, was inevitable with her holy sword on display. It was only a matter of time before someone would figure out her identity. Her sword was just that famous.

"No, if ruling like this is your idea of being a king, then I pity the state of Britain during that era."

"You?!"

Saber's fury ignited, her hand tightening around her sword's hilt.

"Ahahaha! So, this is the truth behind your mask? This is truly a comedic spectacle!"

Before Saber could unleash her righteous anger, the golden figure perched atop the streetlamp erupted in a booming laugh.

Amidst the confusion, Gilgamesh interjected, his voice laced with amusement.

"Two rulers of Britain? How very intriguing..."

"Archer! What do you mean?"

Saber, momentarily stunned by the revelation, whipped her head towards Gilgamesh. Lelouch was also interested in that Golden Prick.

"Artoria Pendragon! Lelouch vi Britannia. How curious that two kings of Britain should find themselves here at the same time!"