All Realms: Sharing Talents Starting from Chicken Island

The two fought fiercely in the air, sometimes entangled together, sometimes quickly separating. Every clash was fraught with danger, but Lin Yan ignored them and turned his gaze to Gilgamesh below.

The moment has finally arrived!

Although this guy is just a Heroic Spirit, even if he seizes the Gate of Babylon, he can only obtain a projection of the treasure and can never truly obtain the endless treasure.

However, the feeling of being able to personally slay the most powerful hero king in legend still gave him a slight sense of excitement.

Lin Yan stretched his hands forward, as if trying to grasp something invisible. With the flow of magic, his fingers traced across the void.

As magic intertwined, the outline of a sword began to appear in his hand. At first, it was a blurry shadow, but as magic was infused into it, it became clearer and clearer, more and more real.

This is……

"The Sword of Excalibur?" Medea and Artoria looked at the real artifact that was shrouded in the Wind King's Barrier.

"He actually managed to see through the Wind King's barrier." Artoria murmured to herself, "Truly worthy of being called Lin Yan..."

A magnificent and classic longsword has been fully formed. Its blade emits a faint glow, and its hilt is inlaid with gemstones. The entire sword exudes an ancient and powerful aura.

Lin Yan gripped the sword hilt, and he could feel the power contained within the blade.

"Dream on! Why would I stop here! Why would I..."

As Gilgamesh felt a faint sense of unease, a black and red longsword with a gold hilt appeared in his hand.

"Recounting the beginning, heaven and earth separated, without ceasing to create, the sword of discord that cleaved the world was my sword of separation, the mortar that rolled up the stars, the hell in the heavens was the end before the creation of the world..."

"Who's going to wait for you to finish singing?" Lin Yan said, pursing his lips.

Only someone like myself, incomparably lonely.

It's all the fault of my counterpart from another world, who boosted my physical attributes, combat power, defense, and vitality to a level that terrifies all enemies, to the point that I can no longer feel any sense of life or death crisis.

The only way to feel a little excitement is to watch the enemy unleash their ultimate attack.

"Subdue it with death, the star of creation that separates heaven and earth!"

The sword of discord is, in reality, a sword that cleaves the world apart. The best way to deal with this sword is to prevent it from being used at all.

Apart from this, in the eyes of everyone who knows about this sword technique, there is absolutely no way to deal with it.

"Unless one can possess power that transcends this world."

Medea gently grasped Artoria's slightly trembling hand, her eyes shining with determination:

"Trust Lin Yan!"

“Since he didn’t kill Gilgamesh while he was chanting, he must have had a way to deal with such a sword strike.”

"This sense of danger truly befits the King of Heroes!"

Facing the pillar of light before him, powerful enough to tear apart heaven and earth and influence the very concept of the world, Lin Yan felt a surge of excitement. As domineering aura and golden light enveloped his entire body, the light of the Excalibur in Lin Yan's hand also reached its zenith.

After being strengthened layer by layer, responding to the countless golden starlight in the world, accompanied by unparalleled light and sword energy, a sword strike that was on par with the Ea sword fell fiercely!

Chapter 308 Confrontation

Indeed, in most anime and film worlds, the collision of two powerful forces is often simplified into a clash of waves.

As the old saying goes, "The left side of the ball always loses."

From Medea and Artoria's perspective, Lin Yan happened to be standing on the left side of the screen...

Artoria, who had lazily watched Ultraman, suddenly had a bad feeling, but she quickly comforted herself, saying that left and right are relative, while east, west, south, and north are absolute.

In mid-air, on a battlefield ravaged by battle, where the clouds were broken and space was wrinkled and almost illusory, Excalibur and Ea seemed to represent light and chaos, order and destruction, respectively.

The dazzling golden beam of light, like a divine punishment from the heavens, trailed a black trajectory and, accompanied by the distortion of space, unleashed a powerful destructive force. The two collided violently, stirring up the wind and clouds, but when they finally met, the world fell silent.

The powerful force generated by the collision pierced through the space they were in. Upon closer inspection, even the places where the two pillars of light passed through the rock and soil showed slight distortions. The space was overwhelmed and seemed to creak and twist.

Excalibur, the legendary sword of King Arthur, now shone with a dazzling golden light in Lin Yan's hands. Its blade radiated a sun-like glow. Opposite him, Ea had a spiral blade, its surface engraved with mysterious runes.

Based on Lin Yan's targeted study over this period, he could vaguely discern the powerful force contained within these symbols, which seemed to represent the primordial state at the beginning of the universe, capable of tearing space and causing chaos.

What a bizarre setting! Even a god couldn't easily bear such power.

Or perhaps, the ceiling of this world is far too small compared to myths and legends. It was only during this period of study that he truly realized that his own existence had, invisibly, already touched the limit that this small world could bear.

Although he could not directly reach the root that the magician sought, the so-called root was no longer something ethereal, unattainable, or unexplorable in his understanding.

Take back your thoughts.

Two incredibly powerful forces met in the center of the battlefield, golden beams of light and black storms intertwined, unleashing unprecedented energy.

The entire battlefield was shaken by this power; the ground cracked, the air burned, and even time seemed to stand still. The collision of light and darkness created a stark contrast; golden and black light devoured and resisted each other, forming a massive energy vortex.

In this clash, Gilgamesh's Ea, empowered by the Gate of Babylon, exerted all its strength in an attempt to overwhelm Lin Yan. However, the light of Excalibur grew even brighter, and Lin Yan effortlessly pierced through the darkness of Ea with its golden light.

"How could I possibly lose to a bastard like you!"

Gilgamesh's eyes were bloodshot, and his mind was even showing signs of collapse under the corrosive influence of the black mud.

This is the limitation that the body, endowed by the black mud, possesses.

Although the substance in the black mud shares the same origin as the Holy Grail and Heroic Spirits, it has been corrupted by Angra Mainyu's wishes and is filled with negative attributes of evil and filth.

Therefore, the physical body obtained through the black mud will gradually be polluted by this evil filth, eventually devouring all the good qualities of the heroic spirit and degenerating into a pitiful worm of evil, anger, and delusion.

"go to hell!"

As Gilgamesh roared, the destructive power of the Ea sword continued to increase.

Layer upon layer of beams of light burst forth from the Excalibur, creating cracks in the rocky landscape and attempting to devour the brilliance of the Excalibur.

Even the proud King of Heroes had to admit that he had been driven to the brink of despair by Lin Yan.

The Gate of Babylon was no match for him, and the Chains of Heaven were also restrained by projection magic and an immense, despair-inducing magical power.

Even his trump card, the sword in Mesopotamian mythology named after a god.

Even though it is one of the top-tier Noble Phantasms among a large number of Noble Phantasms, and is a sword that "slices through the world", it still failed to secure victory.

For Gilgamesh at this point, it was a battle with no way out.

"Has it reached its limit?"

Lin Yan's indifferent voice echoed throughout the entire venue, and even the usually composed Kirei Kotomine below showed a hint of disbelief in his expression.

Whether it was the initial projection of the Chains of Heaven or the subsequent clash of Noble Phantasms with the Gate of Babylon, it had all been unbelievable to him.

How could a mortal truly rival a Heroic Spirit?!

Moreover, he is no ordinary being; he is a hero who stands at the pinnacle of all heroic spirits in Mesopotamian mythology, born between gods and men!

Gilgamesh, who possesses an extremely high divine status of "two-thirds god and one-third human", is known as the King of Heroes!

"Since you've reached your limit, you can die now."

As soon as he finished speaking, countless golden specks of light suddenly appeared in the air behind Lin Yan, trailing long golden streaks, and converged on the Excalibur projected in his hand.

The sword of Excalibur suddenly shone brightly, and with the addition of this powerful force, the golden pillar of light, symbolizing light and order, increased in power and size by a large margin, instantly engulfing the dark light of Ea.

Under such a powerful attack, Gilgamesh only had time to let out a scream before he vanished from his spot in an instant.

The golden beam of light slowly shrank, eventually converging into a thin line.

In Lin Yan's hand, the pseudo-Excalibur projected by him, shimmering with silver light, was covered with cracks.

The power that sword just wielded was so astonishing that even the enhanced Excalibur could not fully withstand it, causing it to shatter into pieces with a crisp sound after the battle ended.

At the same time, the silver chains behind him bound the golden Heavenly Lock, tightening like a long dragon, firmly imprisoning the Heavenly Lock within.

"Gilgamesh is clearly dead, so why didn't the Chains of Heaven disappear with him?"

Lin Yan was somewhat curious.

But at this point, the Chains of Heaven no longer pose a threat. Next, we'll look at the next person, the mastermind behind the Fifth Holy Grail War, referee and player, and a tax-evading psychopath: Kirei Kotomine.

"What a pity." Kirei Kotomine smiled and shook his head. He didn't seem to feel sad about his impending fate, but only a little regretful that he wouldn't be able to witness the destruction of the world.

"Yes, it's a pity." Lin Yan wasn't very interested in this guy who was set up as the opposite of Emiya Shirou. Although he did kill Matou Zouken in a certain timeline, which was very satisfying, Matou Zouken was now dead at his hands, and Komine Kirei was indeed a meticulous bastard.

"Go to hell."

As Lin Yan pointed, a Noble Phantasm replicated from the Gate of Babylon shot out from the silver vortex behind him, piercing straight through the thick robe made of Kevlar fiber, which even bullets could not penetrate, as well as the muscle armor that had been enhanced by magic and trained to the extreme. The sharp, thin blade pierced through his heart, which was no harder than that of an ordinary person.

"Is it finally over?"

Artoria breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Ryudouji Temple behind her.

The battle came so suddenly. Everyone was enjoying their lives when Lin Yan suddenly brought them to Ryudong Temple.

The Holy Grail is about to appear. The magic gathered from the earth's ley lines will fill the Grail, and once it is born, it only needs to gather the power of Heroic Spirits to grant its wish...

No, that would lead to the birth of Angolan Manuel, who embodies all the evil of this world.

So, Lin Yan, who had transformed into a savior and stopped everything, landed lightly and looked at the cave that exuded a strong ominous aura.

Besides Angolan Manuel, there was another poor fellow inside.

If the original storyline had continued, Gilgamesh's soul should have already entered Matou Sakura's body by now.

There's also Hercules, who was swallowed up a few days ago, and Rider, who was corrupted by the black sludge.