Magician in Type-Moon

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"Saber, be careful! An extraordinary surge of magical energy is approaching you!"

This is a crazy reminder from El-Melloi II.

But it was too late; the impact of the Ea sword had already reached Artoria.

This was the strategist's mistake!

He still trusted his previous judgment too much—that Gilgamesh would not easily draw that supreme divine sword.

Wrong, terribly wrong!

Now we can only continue down this path!

"Mashu, Lancer, get ready!" the Second Lord quickly issued the order.

“Understood, Mr. El-Melloi!” Mash replied firmly.

"Got it, I've had my eye on that guy for ages!" Lancer replied with fighting spirit, completely disregarding whether he would die here.

The second king constantly changed the array plate in his hand, moving Lancer and Mash to the vicinity of Gilgamesh.

Finally, he quickly chanted an incantation, mobilizing the power of the formation:

"Formations can accommodate formations, and squads can accommodate squads; the front is the back, and the back is the front; there is no rushing forward or retreating hastily; there are four heads and eight tails, and the point of contact is the head; when the enemy charges into the middle, both ends are rescued; the orthodox and the unorthodox generate each other, and the cycle is endless; the head and tail correspond to each other, and the hidden and revealed are unpredictable; one can predict events like a god and adapt to changing circumstances."

"combine!!!"

With the second king's incantation, Mash and Lancer appeared on either side of Gilgamesh in an instant, forming a pincer attack.

The eight stone pillars standing in the mortal world suddenly contracted and then collapsed rapidly, the red demonic light contained within shooting towards Gilgamesh.

Gilgamesh was prepared for this situation.

The royal treasure gate, which had been scattered throughout the otherworldly realm created by the distorted Stone Soldier Eight Formations, had long been retrieved.

Numerous spots of light gathered around him in the air, enveloping Gilgamesh.

Mash and Lancer's combined attack was thwarted by the overwhelming Noble Phantasms before they could even get close to Gilgamesh.

Blood sprayed into the air, adding a touch of allure to the cold, golden world.

After Mash was slammed into the ground, she tried to attack again, dragging her giant shield with one hand, but Gilgamesh didn't give her the chance.

The Chains of Heaven bound her firmly to the ground, preventing her from moving.

Lancer didn't receive such favorable treatment; on Gilgamesh's list, she was destined to die.

After all, she wasn't a member of Chaldea, and she already had a certain bond with the King.

Countless powerful artifacts were chasing after her.

However—the way this Noble Phantasm is being used this time is somewhat different from the past.

Numerous magical artifacts, each imbued with immense magical power, formed a massive wave that forcefully clung to the flow of light, causing it to gradually dissipate and vanish.

In the past, the Noble Phantasms were fired in a monotonous manner, but this time they displayed complex movements like a giant snake.

However, the weapons were not controlled by magic—they were golden chains extending from all directions, constantly binding the group of magical artifacts while forcefully correcting their trajectory.

Gilgamesh emerged from the dissipating mist, gathering his Noble Phantasms into a waterfall that plunged down with fierce waves.

It was like a golden dragon that kept devouring the light emitted by Lancer while advancing fiercely.

Lancer could only use her unparalleled speed among Heroic Spirits to constantly hide within the space.

The light from the collapsing stone pillars in the Stone Soldier Formation finally reached Gilgamesh, but it was not an offensive force.

It's just a trigger, so you can't defend against its power by relying solely on Noble Phantasms.

The moment the red light entered Gilgamesh's body, the death energy accumulated within him erupted.

If Gilgamesh were standing here in his physical body, it would better illustrate the destructive power of death energy within him.

Meridians collapsed, flesh rotted!

Gilgamesh's body began to sway, and he spat out a large amount of blood, nearly falling to the ground.

"Success!"

Although Mashu was bound to the spot, she was still observing the situation in the center of the battlefield.

But the next moment, Gilgamesh stood up again and took out a bottle made of pure gold from the door of the treasury next to him.

He then pried off the cap with one hand and drank it all in one gulp.

“Very good, you are the first person to have driven me to this point. Even your former master could not beat me to this extent.”

El-Melloi II's expression remained unchanged upon hearing the praise; he simply wanted to smoke a cigarette.

There are no better ways to resolve the current crisis now.

But judging from Gilgamesh's plans, he doesn't intend to kill Mash and Fujimaru Ritsuka, as for himself?

Since I'm just a follower, death is no big deal.

At this moment, Gilgamesh once again raised the sword that would cleave the heavens.

However, it did not strike Lancer or El-Melloi II as everyone had expected.

Instead, it struck at an empty void!

A figure appeared from the void, carrying a sword at her waist, with an enormous stream of light behind her propelling her toward Gilgamesh.

"Saber? How could this be? Wasn't she just dead?"

Chapter 166 The Holy Sword Resolution!

Let's turn back time a little.

Just as the Heaven-Opening Sword's attack landed precisely in front of Artoria.

A man in a black trench coat, walking with unsteady steps, finally reached her vicinity.

"It's so hard to find..."

"Kiritsugu? Are you insane?"

Artoria had hoped to free Excalibur to fight for a chance of survival.

But the appearance of Kiritsugu Emiya at that moment made her a little stunned.

Normally, Artoria isn't the kind of person who can't distinguish between what's important and what's urgent.

Even if Guinevere were to appear nearby at this moment, she would first confront the crisis before her.

But when "Emiya Kiritsugu" appeared in front of her, she was stunned.

The life force she intuitively sought seemed to lie in her Master, with whom she had always been at odds.

When Angra Mainyu arrived wearing Kiritsugu Emiya's skin, he didn't say anything to Artoria.

He simply shook his head as he gazed at the destructive impact descending from the sky.

He then took the Avalon sword sheath from his body and threw it to Artoria, who was standing nearby.

Then he sat idly on the ground, quietly awaiting destruction.

"What is this?" Artoria was a little stunned when she saw what "Emiya Kiritsugu" threw at her.

It turned out to be the scabbard she had lost before.

As the former owner, Artoria certainly understood what this meant.

With her EX-rank barrier-bound Noble Phantasm, once her true name is released, even the threat of world destruction cannot harm her in the slightest.

Is this the glimmer of hope?

but...

This treasure can only accommodate one person.

At this moment, Kiritsugu Emiya actually threw this Noble Phantasm to her...

"you..."

"Things have come to this, there's no hope left for the Holy Grail, Saber. I only have one request..."

"What..."

"By the Command Spell...defeat Gilgamesh...find Irisviel...protect her..."

"it is good..."

The next second, a blood-red wind pressure, carrying with it demonic red lightning, arrived in an instant.

A destructive magical glow enveloped the two of them.

The body of "Emiya Kiritsugu" had already dissipated like ashes under the annihilation of the wind pressure.

Only the black mud that seeped into the ground managed to escape this annihilation.

"An ideal paradise isolated from the world!!"

The moment the holy sword was sheathed, Artoria seemed to vanish from the world.

The Garden of Avalon, existing outside of all timelines, transformed into a barrier that covered Artoria.

The feeling was strangely familiar, like being enveloped in flower petals.

After the impact, the ground was left with a bottomless crater, with only the spot where Artoria stood intact.

A dreamlike glow enveloped her, shielding her from the fatal blow.

Now that the lost scabbard has been recovered and the Master's Command Seals have been infused into him, so now...

Phase Three restrictions lifted! Roundtable meeting convened! Holy Sword! Drawn!

Holy Sword Decision!

The Star Sword contains the power of prayer; it is the prayers of the people and the aspirations of all living beings that transformed into the sword's original form.

That was the strongest fantasy that emerged after the planet forged people's sorrowful wishes; it was itself the hope for saving the world from crisis.

Fourteen thousand years ago, the Holy Sword Wielder who defeated the Star Vanguard Sephalu wielded this very sword!

In the past, the Sword of the King was widely known in England as a synonym for knighthood.