Chapter 62

"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, at this moment, golden ripples appeared behind Gilgamesh again, and this time, the treasures that appeared seemed to cover the heavenly dome, and more than a thousand appeared.

Then, seeing that Shirou below had completely lost the action of copying his treasure just now, Gilgamesh laughed happily.

"Huh... Is that all, a despicable bastard at the end of the day!"

Looking at Shirou below with contempt in his eyes, thousands of precious Phantasms behind Gilgamesh pointed downward, and the scene was extremely shocking.

"As an after-entertainment for this king, you gave this king a fun, so next, be grateful and be given death by this king!"

Faced with such a situation, Shirou couldn't help but "tsk", and his heart couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

It would be almost impossible to replicate so many Noble Phantasms with the remaining magical power.16

"That is to say... I have still having to use all my trump cards 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 the " Reality Marble" and fighting Gilgamesh to the death.

But judging from the current situation, he has exhausted his donkey skills.

Even if he had previously obtained a lot of abilities and magic knowledge from Kayneth and Emiya Kiritsugu and others, these tricks were okay to fight with other Magus, but they were really a bit inadequate to use against the Heroic Spirits, especially the existence of the "Hero King".

It seems that the only way to do this is to use the Infinite Sword!

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 his head, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, and his 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 he realized that his master had died, didn't think too much about it, after all, the battle between Magus does not have many variables like the Heroic Spirit, but will decide the winner in the shortest possible time.

Shirou's mouth moved slightly, but in the end he didn't say much, just took a deep breath and said.

"While you're building up your mana, I'll give you a stop from Archer's attacks. "

Saber nodded, looking at Shirou with clear glass-colored eyes.

"Well, then I'm sorry for you, Shirou. "

"Leave it to me. "

...

"Do you want to put on any after-show for me, bastards?"

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 king's treasure, no matter what hole cards the other party has, he can be crushed!

At this time, Gilgamesh frowned.

Because he saw Saber holding up the holy sword below, accumulating magical power.

She lifted the Wind King's barrier, and the golden sword revealed its true form with the roaring storm, its radiant blade illuminating the darkness around it as if it had been Sword of Promised Victory .

The Knight King poured all his strength into his wrists, which clenched the hilt of his sword, and raised his golden sword high.

The light is gathering.

Those rays of light were reflected in the eyes of the Hero King, making his expression appear a rare trace of solemnity.

He does look down on mongrels, but the Knight King is also a "king" no matter how he says it, although Gilgamesh does not approve of her ideals and thinks it is ridiculous, but the identity of the other party's "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 precious pharfs 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.

"Projection ...!"

This time, Shirou almost exhausted his magic power and projected hundreds of treasures.

The previous wave of Archery Treasures had consumed a lot of mana, and this time it was already very amazing to be able to project so much.

Although it can't be completely blocked, it is enough to hold Saber and Irisviel .

"Continuous Copy... Launch!"

Hundreds of Noble Phantasms flew out, dragging the Noble Phantasms 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 shocks caused the surrounding trees to suffer a major cleansing.

Fortunately, there is still Irisviel here who can use magic to prevent everyone from being shocked by the shockwave.

Around the center where Shirou resisted, there were huge craters left in the ground, and these wonders should turn into nuclear leaks under the cover of the Magic Association tomorrow. 

At the same time as this happened, the dazzling holy sword in Saber's hand was infinitely condensed, converging into a dazzling beam of light, as if illuminating this holy sword was his supreme task.

This holy sword is the crystallization of the dream 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 !!" (Sword of Promised Victory )

It was a flood of light.

Galloping, roaring, and rolling forward.

The night was cut by this light, and like Moses who parted the sea, the light broke through all obstacles and rushed straight to the heroic king who stood above the sky.

"That's ... 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 King's Treasury.

In desperation, Archer subconsciously reached into the treasure house, wanting to take out his treasure Rupture sword to deal with it.

But it's too late————

The light converged into an arrow, surging and drowning the golden king.