"Take it easy, King of Conquerors."
As Iskandar shouted, a faint chuckle echoed from somewhere unknown.
Accompanying the laughter, several figures stood there—already present, though no one knew when they had arrived.
They were Aslan, Artoria, Manaka, as well as Drako and Merlin.
"We've arrived."
Aslan spoke, summoning his Armor and Noble Phantasm. His gaze was fixed on the chasm beneath Ryuudou Temple.
That was where the Greater Grail lay—and also the place where All the World's Evils, Angra Mainyu, would manifest.
Nevertheless, to dispel suspicion regarding this identity and All the World's Evils, what better way than participating directly and proving their truth by opposing it?
"By the way, were you all waiting for us before acting?"
Aslan looked around at the Servants with a provocative stare, a hint of disgust in his eyes.
"I mean, even though I'm clearly the strongest among you, you shouldn't rely on me too much, right?"
"Nonsense. I can defeat it myself."
Gilgamesh replied with a throbbing vein and a false smile. He still hadn't settled things with this man.
After all, the other party had forcibly locked the Gate of Babylon without his permission.
"In that case, good luck!"
Aslan pretended to cheer him on, then snapped his fingers, casually taking several comfortable chairs from Gilgamesh's Gate of Babylon and sitting down.
"Please, King of Heroes, show us your performance."
Anyway, Aslan had come only to watch the spectacle—and perhaps put on a little show himself.
He was more interested in seeing how Angra Mainyu would appear after merging with All the World's Evils, combined with an illusory Spirit Status.
Would it meet his expectations? What would be the output and appearance of that illusory Gifted Spirit Status?
"Hmph! Mutt, then watch my heroic feat!"
Gilgamesh snorted coldly. He crossed his arms before the massive hole, facing the writhing black mud within.
He would ignore this man's insults for now. Once he dealt with All the World's Evils through absolute power, he'd settle their score later.
"Hey, Iskandar, and Master Hassan, do you want some of this guy's Divine Wine?"
Seeing Gilgamesh ignoring him, Aslan grew increasingly unruly. After all, the Gate of Babylon held countless treasures.
It wouldn't matter much if he took a few. Aslan spotted a lake of Divine Wine.
"Delicious wine. I won't hold back."
Iskandar wasn't polite at all. He immediately grabbed a cup of Divine Wine from Aslan's hand.
After drinking it, wiping the wine dripping from the corner of his mouth, Iskandar sighed contentedly.
"Truly worthy of being part of the King of Heroes' collection."
"Of course. There's nothing within my Gate of Babylon that isn't a treasure."
Gilgamesh said proudly. A bit of wine meant nothing to him.
Besides, Aslan wasn't a thief. He had no interest in stealing items from Gilgamesh's Gate of Babylon.
He preferred simply taking them openly, right in front of the owner's eyes.
Aside from moving several luxurious chairs, tables, and Divine Wine, he did nothing else.
Meanwhile, countless golden ripples appeared behind Gilgamesh. From within those golden waves, Noble Phantasms of various shapes shot forth.
Swords, spears, axes, halberds, whips…
They fired from the Gate of Babylon like bullets, aimed at the quietly writhing black mud.
At first, they were somewhat effective, causing minor damage to All the World's Evils.
But soon, as the Noble Phantasms were swallowed and vanished into All the World's Evils,
All the World's Evils rapidly developed corresponding resistances—against purification, high temperatures, poison, and more.
The Noble Phantasms could no longer harm it at all.
Just like Another Cosmology Avesta Absolute Evil, the ability Aslan created for All the World's Evils was evolution.
After being attacked by any assault, it could develop appropriate resistance and counterattack from the opposite direction.
All the World's Evils also possessed infection capabilities. Once a Noble Phantasm was swallowed, infected, recorded, and simulated,
The crucial point was that Type-Moon contained numerous strange conceptual attacks and special abilities.
If it adapted to most of Type-Moon's unique conceptual attacks, then upon returning to Little Garden and being observed again, there was a high chance he'd obtain a sufficiently powerful Resistance Gift.
Little Garden also had special conceptual attacks, though not as bizarre as Type-Moon's.
In Type-Moon, counters mattered above all. Special attacks could overcome even Divine Spirits.
"It seems useless."
Scáthach said, watching the calm, ripple-free form of All the World's Evils.
"Even its Avatar hasn't manifested yet."
All the World's Evils could survive, but they couldn't win.
With the corrosive nature of this virus, if All the World's Evils endured just a few days, it was estimated that this world would soon consist only of zombies.
Their arrival meant nothing.
"Shut up. Of course I know that."
Gilgamesh was slightly angered by the complete lack of reaction from All the World's Evils.
Was his attack truly so weak? Not even capable of damaging his opponent?
"Corrupted treasures—I don't need them."
Gilgamesh sneered. He immediately detonated the Noble Phantasms he had fired at All the World's Evils.
*BOOM!* *BOOM!* *BOOM!*
Like bombs exploding, countless masses of black mud burst apart and scattered everywhere. Even Aslan almost got caught in the blast.
The principle was the same as Emiya Shirou's Broken Phantasm—only Shirou exploded the Noble Phantasms he projected.
Gilgamesh, however, exploded Noble Phantasms taken directly from his Gate of Babylon. Since they weren't projections, their explosive power was even greater.
Finally, the black mud exploded. Angra Mainyu, hidden within, finally emerged.
Angra Mainyu, with silver hair and olive skin resembling Illyasviel von Einzbern, slowly raised her head.
She gazed upon these Heroic Spirits and spoke softly:
"You shouldn't have awakened me."
The next instant, every ordinary person in Fuyuki City—and even Waver—began spewing thick, black blood from their mouths and eyes.
Almost instantly, the black blood enveloped half of Waver's body.
"Rider, help me! I don't want to die!"
Waver's cowardly voice rang out. As a Magus, he managed to endure for a short while.
But the other citizens of Fuyuki City weren't so fortunate.
Moments later, deformed zombies surged toward Ryuudou Temple.
They slaughtered everyone still alive there.