Chapter 49 Gilgamesh, One Against Three!
What cannot be escaped is the rain enveloped by the Noble Phantasm.
Even the Comet Runner (Dromeus Cometes), who turned into a gust of wind, could not escape from the pouring rain.
If you don't want to give up your life early, then there is only one option - do your best to defend!
Berserker took the brunt and took a step forward. Even if he was hit head-on by Mjolnir, his violent aura did not diminish.
It seems that bombing with treasures is too wasteful, or the King of Heroes is simply venting his anger. Although the attack this time is fierce, the strength of the Noble Phantasm has returned to its original state.
If that's the case, then things are simple. All you need to do is reproduce the situation of the previous defenses: take away the first weapon to shoot down the rain of Noble Phantasms that continue to attack one by one!
But the foundation of all this is achieved by relying on Berserker's Noble Phantasm "Knights Do Not Die Unarmed", which cannot be copied by the other two.
"So, do you want to help, Lancer?" Shuo Yue's golden eyes wandered in the rain of falling treasure phantoms, and there was no nervousness in his tone. "For a pure warrior, such an attack is very unfriendly, right?"
Upon hearing this, Fiona's warrior responded with a stern and fearless smile: "If you don't bother me, I am still somewhat confident in my marksmanship."
"Heh." Shuo Yue opened his hands and projected Mo Xie, "Humility is a virtue, but excessive modesty is hypocrisy, Diarmuid. What do you think, do you want to come to the competition?"
Diarmuid immediately understood what Shuo Yue meant, and the smile on his face became more and more delighted. The two guns in his hands broke the air and assumed an offensive posture: "Then I will ask your Excellency for advice!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the handsome warrior gave a soft shout, held out the vermilion spear, and took the lead in flying a battle ax. Then the yellow spear drew an arc, swinging away all the treasures in front of him with the force of a thousand troops to overcome difficulties.
"In that case, I won't be polite!" The young man who was not a Servant but was as powerful as a Servant licked his lips. The black and white double blades in his hands clung to the layers of iron clusters, extending the attack distance and destroying them. Strength and sturdiness have been greatly improved.
Go-getter Moye·liberated form!
Shuoyue closed her eyes, feeling the memory of the battle of Guardian Emiya, and the dancing of the double blades in the liberated form.
In line with physiology and nature, specializing in Qi leads to softness, and accumulation of softness becomes hardness.
The black sword and the white sword were swung smoothly, and amid the murderous intent in the sky, they swung out a circle that water could not enter, knocking down the precious phantoms to the ground, and stacked them into a tomb of swords.
"Well done, Shuo Yue!"
"Same to you, Lancer!"
"Ho ho ho!"
As the saying goes, the Eight Immortals crossed the sea, each showing his magical powers. The people present were all heroic spirits or those who inherited the power of heroic spirits. How could they be knocked down by a simple Noble Phantasm bombardment?
The wind howls, and the sound of swords ringing is endless.
Golden light shines around the ancient king, and countless noble phantoms surge out. On the other side, the knight in black armor roars, the handsome warrior brandishes his guns, and the young man with white hair and golden eyes smiles brightly, standing firm in the rain of gorgeous noble phantoms. Showing off his existence extremely conspicuously. ˜”*°•.˜˜.•°*”˜
"Okay, so awesome..." Irisviel, the only one who was not involved in the battle, held her heart in her hands, like a girl in a mythical epic who witnessed a hero going on an expedition, with little stars in her eyes.
Saber, who was guarding her side, took a deep breath and slowly let out the fighting spirit and restlessness in her heart, but her holy blue eyes never moved away from Shuo Yue and others for a moment.
"You're right, Irisviel. Whether it's Lancer, Berserker, or Shuo Yue, they are all strong men worthy of praise. Even I want to wield my sword and gallop on the same battlefield as them. "
Finally looking away from the three of them, Artoria turned her attention to the golden heroic spirit opposite the heroes.
The ancient King of Heroes was holding his hands on his shoulders, looking ahead with his cold and ruthless snake eyes, at the people and followers he had suppressed with his own power, with a playful smile on his lips.
Like a VIP in a theater, enjoying the hard work of the actors on the stage with relish.
The look of someone who still had some strength left Saber instantly understanding of Gilgamesh's purpose. With a solemn expression on her face, she whispered:
"Does Archer want to drag them to death in this way..."
You know, for Gilgamesh, he only needs to keep the King's Treasure open, and there will naturally be endless treasures for him to conquer - but in contrast, Shuo Yue and others are fighting in the light of swords and shadows. , energy, physical strength, and magic power are all being intensely consumed all the time.
Under this ebb and flow, the endless rain of Noble Phantasms will engulf the three of them sooner or later!
Want to remind them? Saber pursed her lips and thought hesitantly.
However, even Saber could see the problem. How could Sakutsu, who knew Gilgamesh like the back of his hand, be kept in the dark?
It's just that for him, such an excellent training opportunity cannot be given up at will!
The King's Treasure still shines brightly, but Shuo Yue's arms have begun to feel sore under the high-intensity battle.
Even though he has the physical qualities of a Servant, he is still a human being after all.
"Zheng!" Another pair of go-getters broke Mo Xie into pieces. Shuo Yue's expression remained unchanged, and the light ball in his hand stretched out, turning into a brand new pair of black and white swords, which were held by the young man, moving forward...
The pain in his arm made Shuoyue pause slightly, and because of this tiny error, Gan Jiang Moye's blade only brushed past the flying treasure, and the treasure that looked like Fang Tian Hua Ji continued to move forward and rushed straight towards Shuoyue's right shoulder!
Just as Shuoyue was about to use imaginary magic, the yellow spear tip popped out and pierced Fang Tian Hua Ji, and the fragments of the weapon flew around, and then turned into magic and dissipated.
Turning his head, Lancer had already withdrawn the yellow rose that must be destroyed, and his spear skills were as solid and stable as ever, but the smug smile on the corner of his mouth could not be concealed.
Knowing that he had lost the contest, Shuoyue regretfully snapped his fingers, and Rho Aias (covering the seven rings of the seraph) opened to block the attack for everyone.
"284, how about you?"
"299... Counting the time I helped you, it's exactly 300. It seems that I won, Shuoyue." Diarmuid carried the scarlet spear on his shoulder, holding the yellow short spear in his left hand, with a calm face and a chic posture.
"I admit defeat." Shuoyue cupped his hands and frankly admitted his shortcomings.
"Thank you." Even though there was no reward, Diarmuid still couldn't hide his joy, but soon he said seriously, "I believe you have already seen that Archer is using his advantage to consume us."
"Well, anyway, the contest is over, so..." Shuoyue whistled, and the dark shadow stretched out from under his feet, turning into an imaginary shadow, standing silently. At the same time, a diamond-shaped replacement space was generated beside him, "I will be unceremoniously and use all my strength to return the favor to Archer."
"It's really scary, are you really from this era?" Feeling the surge of magic power around Shuoyue, Diarmuid smiled bitterly, and the previous little pride was quickly suppressed, "Cover me, Shuoyue, and Berserker, I will pierce Archer's heart with the magic spear!"
"Roar, roar, roar!" Even in a frenzy, Lancelot still responded.
The pink flower shield gradually dissipated.
Just as the three of them were ready to give Gilgamesh a good look--
The bombing of the king's treasure came to an abrupt end.
After a brief silence, the roar of the Hero King Gilgamesh resounded through the sky:
"Can the advice of a man like you calm my anger? You are so bold, Tokiomi!"