"As far as glass products are concerned, it's quite supportable..."
Gilgamesh's eyes narrowed slightly, and he smiled happily.
"But... If you imitate it in a hurry, it will fall apart~"
As soon as the words fell, golden ripples appeared behind Gilgamesh again. This time, the treasures that appeared seemed to cover the heavenly dome, numbering more than a thousand.
Then, seeing that Shirou below had completely ceased the action of copying his treasures, Gilgamesh laughed happily.
"Huh... Is that all, a despicable mongrel at the end of the day!"
Looking at Shirou below with contempt in his eyes, thousands of Noble Phantasms behind Gilgamesh pointed downward, and the scene was extremely shocking.
"As an after-entertainment program, you gave this King a little pleasure, so next, be grateful and accept death given by this King!"
Faced with such a situation, Shirou couldn't help but "tsk," and his heart felt a little anxious.
It would be almost impossible to replicate so many Noble Phantasms with his remaining magical energy.
That is to say... Do I still have to use my trump card in the end...?
Shirou had been using the power of Projection so far, as he felt that he had not yet reached the point of unfolding a Reality Marble and fighting Gilgamesh to the death.
But judging from the current situation, he has exhausted his tricks.
Even if he had previously obtained a lot of abilities and magical knowledge from Kayneth and Emiya Kiritsugu, these tricks were okay for fighting other magi, but they were really inadequate against Heroic Spirits, especially the existence of the "Hero King."
It seems that the only way to do this is to use Unlimited Blade Works!
Shirou's mouth closed slightly, and he was already about to start chanting the incantation.
At this time————
A figure with beautiful long hair like golden sand walked in front of Shirou.
"Saber?"
Shirou paused for a moment, not expecting Saber to choose to help him.
Hearing Shirou's slightly puzzled voice, Saber turned her head, the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, and her delicate face revealed a heart-warming smile.
"My connection with Emiya Kiritsugu has been broken, and it looks like this is probably my last blow. At least I can't leave regrets."
Saber, who was surprised for a moment when she realized that her Master had died, didn't think too much about it. After all, the battle between magi does not have as many variables as a battle between Heroic Spirits, but will decide the winner in the shortest possible time.
Shirou's mouth moved slightly, but in the end, he didn't say much; he just took a deep breath and said:
"While you're building up your mana, I'll protect you from Archer's attacks."
Saber nodded, looking at Shirou with clear glass-colored eyes.
"Well, then I'm counting on you, Shirou."
"Leave it to me."
...
"Do you want to put on an encore for me, mongrels?"
No matter what the other party wants to do, Gilgamesh is fearless because he has absolute confidence in his own strength.
Gilgamesh's self-confidence is not without reason.
After all, it is an air-to-ground situation now, and with the almost endless inventory of treasures in his Gate of Babylon, no matter what trump cards the other party has, they can be crushed!
At this time, Gilgamesh frowned.
Because he saw Saber holding up the holy sword below, accumulating magical energy.
She lifted Invisible Air, and the golden sword revealed its true form with the roaring storm. Its radiant blade illuminated the darkness around it as if promised a victory oath.
The King of Knights poured all her strength into her wrists, which clenched the hilt of her sword, and raised the golden sword high.
The light is gathering.
Those rays of light were reflected in the eyes of the Hero King, making his expression appear to have a rare trace of solemnity.
He does look down on mongrels, but the King of Knights is also a "King" no matter what. Although Gilgamesh does not approve of her ideals and thinks they are ridiculous, the identity of the other party as a "King" in history does exist.
"Do you want to face me head-on... If you really have the guts, then I will respond to you as a King!"
Gilgamesh put away his pleasant smile, and with a serious expression, he raised his right hand slightly, and then waved it downward.
Thousands of Noble Phantasms flew down like a torrential rain!
Whoosh————!!!
Weapons of all kinds pierced the air and bloomed with dazzling brilliance, as if to illuminate the heavens.
"Trace... on!"
This time, Shirou almost exhausted his magical energy and projected hundreds of treasures.
The previous wave of Archer's treasures had consumed a lot of mana, and this time it was already very amazing to be able to project so much.
Although it couldn't completely block everything, it was enough to hold off the attacks for Saber and Irisviel.
"Continuous Trace... Fire!"
Hundreds of Noble Phantasms flew out, dragging trails of blue light and shadow, and colliding with the Noble Phantasms that fell from the sky!
Boom Boom Boom ————!!!
The shock wave formed by the successive impacts caused the surrounding trees to suffer a major cleansing.
Fortunately, Irisviel was still here and able to use magecraft to prevent everyone from being knocked back by the shockwave.
Around the center where Shirou resisted, huge craters were left in the ground, and these wonders would likely turn into "gas leaks" under the cover of the Mage's Association tomorrow.
At the same time as this happened, the dazzling holy sword in Saber's hand infinitely condensed light, converging into a dazzling beam, as if illuminating this holy sword was her supreme task.
This holy sword is the crystallization of the dreams of all the soldiers who have died on the battlefield throughout the ages———— and the prayer called "glory."
Saber looked solemn, chanting the true name of the Noble Phantasm, and swung it down vigorously.
"Ex————calibur!!"
It was a flood of light.
Galloping, roaring, and rolling forward.
The night was cut by this light, and like Moses parting the sea, it broke through all obstacles and rushed straight to the Hero King who stood above the sky.
"That is... What...!?"
Archer's eyes reflected the dazzling brilliance of the holy sword, and he muttered in disbelief.
With this level of attack, it didn't matter how many treasures he took out of the Gate of Babylon.
In desperation, Archer subconsciously reached into the treasury, wanting to take out his prized Sword of Rupture, Ea, to deal with it.
But it was too late————
The light converged into an arrow, surging and drowning the King of Gold.