Chapter 232 The Emperor Who Intrudes

A familiar voice and a familiar golden light.

Wearing his own golden armor that showed off his "rich" and "rich" qualities, Gilgamesh dropped a series of taunts even before he appeared.

"[Archer], why are you here?" Artoria secretly raised her guard, with a serious look on her face.

On that night a few days ago, she had seen the strength of Jin Shining. The countless noble phantoms represented the legend he carried on his body to a certain extent.

Gilgamesh did not answer Artoria's question, because Rider, who was sitting calmly beside him, had already answered it for him.

"Ah, when I saw him on the street, I asked him to drink together - but I was still late. But unlike me, he walks on foot, so I can't blame him."

After explaining a few words for him, the Conqueror then looked at Gilgamesh and said jokingly: "Speaking of which, I was invited together with [Berserker], and they had already arrived. If so, then you It’s quite late, [Archer]”

"The banquet hasn't started yet, so I'm late. What's more, my status is just right for me to be the finale!"

Probably understanding the purpose of this banquet, Gilgamesh did not ridicule too much. Instead, he agreed with the King of Conqueror's joke and walked to the east seat specially reserved for him.

However, he did not sit down, but stood upright on the spot. It seemed that he did not want to sit on the ground.

As for the mentioned Zhao Chen and Mordred, the former is using his mind to contact the system and is preparing to do something.

But Mordred was much simpler. She subconsciously imitated Artoria's approach and restrained her usual flamboyant personality. However, the dark light flowing from time to time in her eyes drifted over her father's body at every turn.

Due to Gilgamesh's sudden arrival, Arturia focused all her energy on [Rider] and [Archer], and did not notice the hidden sight coming from her right side.

Looking at Gilgamesh standing on his right side, the Conqueror drank the red wine that he had not put into his mouth before, then took another spoonful from the barrel and handed it to Artoria.

"That's right. You happen to be here too, so I'll just tell you."

At the same time, the expression on his face was also changing, and his serious tone calmed down the surrounding atmosphere. This made Artoria, who was used to seeing his honest and smiling face, feel tight in her heart, and she couldn't help but concentrate.

"I heard that only qualified people can get the Holy Grail, and the ceremony to select the qualified person is this war in Fuyuki - but if you just watch, there is no need to shed blood. We are both heroic spirits, and if we can communicate with each other, Recognize the other party’s ability, and then there’s no need for me to say anything else.”

While listening to the King of Conqueror speak, Arturia drank the wine in the spoon in one gulp, and then said very seriously: "So, first of all, you want to compete with me to see who is stronger, [Rider]?"

Then he subconsciously handed the wine spoon to Mordred. Mo Zai, who was secretly poking at his father, felt his heart almost burst when he faced the wine spoon she handed over.

He immediately took the wine spoon, scooped up a spoonful of wine quickly, and "bited" the side where his father was drinking. If there were more people here, I'm afraid there would be traces of Artoria's lips. This small piece of it was directly bitten off by her.

When Gilgamesh heard this, he sneered and mocked without hesitation: "If that's all, then why invite me here? Even if you are a miscellaneous cultivator, you should have some brains!"

This sudden taunt made Mordred, who was immersed in complex emotions, come back to his senses, glared at him fiercely, handed the wine spoon to Zhao Chen, and contacted his master from the bottom of his heart.

"Master, be sure to clean up the traces when handing the golden light!"

Being awakened by Mordred's voice, Zhao Chen agreed from the bottom of his heart and took a sip of wine like the Conqueror King did without saying a word.

Such an action made Gilgamesh look slightly sideways. If Mordred was among those invited, he was not unusual and could easily block his attack. Even if he was as arrogant as he was, he was willing to admit the opponent's strength.

But the words of the master of [Berserker]

His eyes stayed on Zhao Chen for a long time, and there was a hint of interest in Gilgamesh's eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

When the wine spoon was handed back to [Rider] by Zhao Chen, the conquering king continued following Gilgamesh's provocative words: "Although it is somewhat different from what [Saber] said, the word "competition" is still not mentioned. Wrong.”

"We have a real competition with each other in the name of 'King', but in this case it wouldn't be called a 'Holy Grail War'. It would be better to call it a 'Holy Grail Question and Answer'. In the end, among us, who can become the 'King of the Holy Grail'?" 'What? This is the perfect question to ask the wine glass."

Speaking of the post-rental, the Conqueror changed his serious tone and smiled mischievously.

At the same time, the wine spoon in his hand was filled with wine and handed to Gilgamesh, inviting: "Come, have a drink first!"

"——What kind of bad wine is this? You actually use this wine to fight between heroes?"

Just touching the mouth, the old village chief, Jin Shanshan, instantly showed a disgusted expression, as if the content in the cup disgusted his tongue.

"Really? I bought it from the market here. It's a good wine." The Conqueror King smiled and touched his head, and at the same time carefully looked at Waver not far behind him.

After all, the money was paid by his own little Master.

"You think so because you don't understand wine at all, you bastard." After sneering at the red wine brought by the Conqueror King and belittling it, a vortex of virtual space appeared around Gilgamesh.

The three masters present had seen this situation. This was a precursor to the strange phenomenon that could summon treasures. Except for Zhao Chen, the other two masters only felt a chill in their bodies.

The scene of the flying treasures really made these orthodox magicians feel cold from the bottom of their hearts.

However, this time, what appeared beside Jin Shanshan was not a treasure, but a set of wine utensils, which looked like the same item as the golden armor on him, but the wine utensils were inlaid with dazzling gems, which made people think of the word "noble" at a glance.

This set of wine utensils did not have much stuff, storing the old village chief's wine (crossed out), the wine jar that Gilgamesh called "the wine of the king", and five palm-sized wine glasses.

Just as the Conqueror King was about to pour the wine, Zhao Chen smiled and raised his right hand, and in his hand appeared two exquisite cards with red borders and white clouds as the background.

"Do you mind if I bring two more people?"

Hearing this, the Conqueror King stopped pouring the wine and looked over curiously: "I don't know what the identities of those two are. If you want to participate in the banquet, you have to show enough strength!"

Gilgamesh and Altria also looked over. As kings, they would not agree to let random people participate in the king's banquet!

"Don't worry, they have the qualifications!"

The moment the voice fell, two whirlpools appeared behind Zhao Chen, just like when the King's Treasure House was opened, but these two were just the size of a person.

The next moment, the man on the left was the first to walk out of the whirlpool, and the great momentum and pressure suddenly pressed on everyone. These heroes were fine, but their masters turned pale instantly, obviously hit hard by this momentum.

He was wearing a black dragon robe, a crown on his head, and twelve jade strings called "旒" were hung on the crown. The simple long sword on his waist was also emitting an inexplicable momentum.

Under the crown, his appearance was seen clearly by everyone. His eyes were slender and his eyebrows were pressed down very low, giving people a thoughtful and mature temperament. His eyes were extremely stern and firm, indicating his lofty status.

His nose was long but very straight, his lips were slightly thin, and his line had a cruel feeling. The whole combination of facial features could not help but remind people of the majestic, cruel, deep and firm momentum of the king.

He is a king, an emperor who truly stands at the pinnacle of power!

This is the first thought that arises in the hearts of the heroes. Even the extremely proud Gilgamesh has to admit this!