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Chapter 7 The night Fuyuki lost its Harbor

The mighty warrior roared. His voice impersonated the god of destruction himself, his aura so dense with divinity, it cracked the very ground he stood on.

Then, he raised one mighty fist and slammed it into the barren ground. The impact was simply devastating. Layers of hardened earth erupted, resulting in huge waves of pulverized concrete which swept over the massive mountains of iron crates as if they were lego blocks.

In a burst of incredible speed for someone so muscular and large, Hercules leaped forward, his mighty feet being more than enough to cause bursts of shockwaves with every single step.

Karna tried to step away, only for Hercules to stomp on his right foot, pinning him within a small crater. Hercules seemed to have no intention of going easy on the injured and immobile Lancer as he sent a continuous combo of earthshaking kicks and supersonic punches.

Karna jumped back and fro, nimbly weaving in and out of harm's way. He tried to stab the mighty berserker with his white-hot spear, only to find out that it did little damage. The berserker's flesh healed just as quickly as they were burnt, indicating how much inhuman regeneration the warrior was capable of.

Hercules roared once more, this time as mana accumulated in his flaming greatsword, its blinding glow growing stronger by every passing second. A gigantic column of crimson tore through the clouds above and outshone the moon, the entire harbor beneath him melting into red-white lava in a matter of seconds.

Once upon a time, there was a sword forged by the ancient god Vulcan, King of Volcanoes and predecessor of Hephaestus. It was said that the sword was imbued with neverending flames of Gaia, thus making it nigh-indestructible.

The same sword that was passed onto the great demigod of Zeus, a relic said to excel the Excalibur in terms of pure destruction. The same sword, Arthur Pendragon once wield and failed to fully control.

It was the heart of a god, a manifestation of a lost myth, reforged in the pits of Tartarus himself. With one strike, the strongest of defenses shall crumble, and all shall burn to ashes in its touch.

Karna opened his eyes wide in alarm and grit his teeth. It seemed the mighty hero of Greece was going all out from the beginning, and he will perish if he didn't start to seriously take things too.

Both men transformed into stormy orbs of pure destruction, preparing themselves for the clash of legends that shall soon come. Hercules released his pent-up fury with a stomp that shattered the entire terrain in two, and Karna ascended into the sky as a divine golden sun, with the symbol of Surya's eye in its core.

"Know the wrath of titans that fallen. With this one strike, I shall bring complete destruction. Zeus, behold! Burn to ash-"

"Know the mercy of the King of Gods. With this single strike, I shall inflict extinction. Indra, observe me. Be reduced to cinders-"

"-Marmyadose (O' Fury of Vulcan, Burn down the Skies)!"

"-Vasavi Shakti (O' sun, abide to death)!"

The explosion was phenomenal, unlike any kind any magus had ever set eyes on. The collision of power was so strong, not even sound reached the observer's ears. All they felt was a rumble, like the very earth was throbbing in thunderous pain.

Fuyuki harbor itself disappeared out of sight, and it seemed as if the wave of destruction would reach the residential area when suddenly, a breeze filled with pink flower petals swept over the lands, momentarily stalling the immense force-

-Leaving a certain pharaoh enough time to expand his golden desert in its wake.

"What is this place?", Karna muttered. Hercules simply craned his neck at the blazing sun, his golden slit-eyes narrowed at the two shadows hovering above.

"It seems like I wasn't able to finish this battle fast enough. They already arrived.", Hercules snarled. "A boundary field of inner worlds.", he added when Karna sent him a confused look.

"HAHAHAHA! Indeed it is! Welcome to my land, warriors from afar!"

One of the shadows landed with a huge blast of sand, while the other glided down in an almost elegant manner. Both seemed to be perched atop on something-one on a majestic Sphynx with silver wings, the other on a golden plane of near-futuristic designs.

"Are you here to interrupt our battle?", Hercules asked gruffly.

The Egyptian man laughed at his cold attitude, while the other man with red tattoos merely snorted in amusement.

"Oh? You seem to dislike us already! Could it be the case that you already know who we are?"

Hercules stared at them blankly, a stoic expression plastered on his face.

"Are you here to fight or not? If not, then state your names, O' kings of ancient lands. I suppose we deserve the honor from the show I put up to appease your eyes."

The Egyptian's smile grew wider. He threw back his head with a proud smile.

"My name is Ramses the Second, Reincarnation of Ra, the mighty Ozymandias!"

The other rose from his throne atop his ship and leaped down onto the sand with a soft puff. His arms were crossed as he looked around, inspecting the faces of the servants as if to decide whether or not they were truly worthy of knowing his name.

Finally, with a nod of his head, he opened his mouth.

"Rejoice, for you are all forgiven for being unaware of my great name. I am Gilgamesh, King of Heroes!"

Hercules nodded back in acknowledgment, while Karna tilted his head in respect.

"Since you have revealed your true names, then I would like to reveal mine. However, that would work against my master's wishes, so I must decline."

"Same.", Karna added.

Gilgamesh sat back on his throne in a relaxed pose, his chin resting on his hand.

"It's nothing but a trifling matter. I and Ozymandias have already a vague idea of who both of you are."

Silence settled as the warriors stood on the sandy plains, regarding each other with intense interest.

"Now, now, where is Ruler? I was sure he was somewhere nearby…it would be a shame if he were to miss out on our first meeting...", Ozymandias mused.

A young yet charismatic voice abruptly broke the short silence.

"Here I am."

There he stood in the billowing wind of sand, his golden hair and piercing blue eyes peeking from under his hood, adorned in silver armor with regal white and blue robes.

A golden sword was gripped tightly in his right hand, while a spiraled spear of white was held in his left. Both of the weapons made the skin of every Servant in the perimeter tingle, as if they promised them their certain defeat.

"Greetings, kings and warriors of the old. I am Servant Ruler, here to oversee this Holy Grail war and also to collect it if necessary."

The young man raised a hand before anyone spoke, a grimace on his handsome face.

"Let us begin our talk, honorable men of legends."

Meanwhile

Shiro gaped at the place which was once Fuyuki Harbor.

Fuyuki relied heavily on marine industries for its money, so ships were actually a huge part of the city's economy. Fuyuki harbor was famous for its ridiculous size which sheltered her insane amount of ships, aligned neatly at the cost. Or rather, they should be.

Shiro rubbed his eyes, refusing to believe in the sight before him. He stared at the horrible space right below his dilated eyes. Molten iron cages, wrecked ships, and the huge chunks of deformed rocks that floated atop the steaming sea like a herd of malformed icebergs.

He coughed into his hand, a determined look on his face.

"I've gotta prepare some weaponry that can nuke a city.", he muttered.

He looked back one last time from the abandoned building where he hid, a remorseful look in his sad eyes.

"This is Hell I'm walking into."

'Told ya.', Emiya quipped.

The night shall not yet end.

Merlin onee-san and Ozy oni-san saves the day! Fuyuki is gonna get nuked into the ground! Whoopee!

You know, Japan would suffer its third, fourth, fifth, and sixth atomic bomb if two golden exhibitionists fought head-on...

X-kalibuuuur, over and out!