Gilgamesh's estimation of the battle was not wrong. As time went by, the gray light shield slowly dimmed after defeating countless noble phantoms.
After a while, with a harsh sound like a cat's claws scratching frosted glass, the gray mask finally collapsed, like a cracked nut shell, exposing the Liudong Temple inside.
At this time, a layer of ash more than half a foot thick had accumulated on the ground facing the direction of Gilgamesh.
Countless precious treasures were buried here, and in the end only this pile of inconspicuous ashes remained.
Archer didn't pay any attention to the ashes, and didn't feel any distress at all. He just stared at Liudong Temple, which seemed to have no defense, with bright red eyes, with an arrogant expression.
"A bastard is a bastard. Even if he has some small tricks, he is just hanging on for a breath in the face of absolute power!" He commented like this, and then looked back at the other three groups of Masters and Heroic Spirits who were coming, with a hint of pride on his face.
"As for you, I grant you the honor of following me and picking up some scattered trophies. There is no need to shed tears of gratitude. This is the generosity of the king."
Hearing this, Cheng Peng couldn't help coughing twice, and tried very hard to resist the urge to complain; Lu Bu was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses, couldn't help laughing, with disdain on his face; Arthur frowned.
He was obviously very angry.
Anyone who is familiar with the legend of King Arthur knows that this King of Knights is definitely not a very well-educated or patient person who can deal with insults calmly. If Ding Dan, who knows his servant very well, had not advised her in time, I am afraid that she would have had a seizure at that time.
Archer drew his sword and faced him.
"Is this the so-called incompatibility?" In the private chat channel dedicated to the Master and the Servant, Du Sanmiao said with some emotion, "I never believed that such a thing existed before, but today it is open to the public.
Eyesighted!"
"Knights are all like this, honor is my life." Cheng Peng commented without saltiness, "But it is a good thing for us. An opponent with a simple mind and an impulsive mind is better than an opponent with a strict mind and a calm attitude.
It’s easier to deal with.”
"By the way...it should be Caster who is hiding in Liudong Temple, right? He is the only one who can deploy such a powerful defensive spell." On the other side, Haigui was also chatting with his servants, with no intention of attacking at all.
, "I always feel like this mission is a bit risky!"
"The battlefield is always dangerous. Without risks, there is no gain!" Lu Bu walked in front of his master, ready to use his body to block possible dangers for him. Perhaps because he was more cautious, he did not walk very fast. "
For example, this time, among the seven heroes who participated in the war, none of them were famous figures! If you want to stand out from this group of legendary figures and hold the Holy Grail that can grant wishes, you can't do it without taking some risks.
"
"Sigh... I still like to collect all kinds of interesting things... In a battle like this, after a continuous fierce battle, in the end I get nothing but magic power, and I feel very unmotivated..."
"Life is like this, you can't always do what you like - you probably know the story of Lu, right? Back then, a certain family prided itself on being a hero, but ended up being the chief clerk under an old man... That's called
I’m feeling stuffy!”
"By the way, why is a hero like you willing to answer my call? I have never understood the reason..."
"Probably because a certain family also likes to collect those interesting things."
Haigui was stunned, looking at Lu Bu's rare gentle smile, he couldn't help but laugh.
"Is it that simple?"
"It's so simple to connect with others."
"That's great! After this fight, let's ignore that idiot King Mao and go find a bar to celebrate our fate!"
"This is a good idea! But can you drink? Lu Mou heard that young men in this era are not allowed to drink..."
"I am a minority, and drinking alcohol is our national tradition. The law prohibiting the sale of alcohol to minors is invalid to me!"
"This tradition is really good... Are there any other benefits?"
"There used to be some, but now this is all that's left - this is enough, and there is no other benefit besides increasing the hatred value." Haigui said enthusiastically, "I checked the Matou family's information and found that
They actually have a lot of properties under their name, why don’t we go to the bar they open to drink? Free wine always tastes better!"
"That makes sense! It's true that free wine tastes better!"
As for the group of Ding Dan and Saber... Ding Dan is contacting nearby companions through a hidden small communicator, telling him that he can take action at any time according to his own judgment and snipe the lone Master. Saber obviously cannot accept this approach.
She agreed, but she was clumsy in words and could not express herself like an eloquent young man who had been trained in modern society. She could only sulk on the side, and her pace could not help but speed up a lot.
Unknowingly, the group that was originally lagging behind moved in front of the other two groups.
Seeing that Saber, who was walking in the front, was about to step onto the ground of Liudong Temple, there was a sudden loud noise, and the closed temple door collapsed together with the surrounding walls. The broken golden airship fell out, and Archer jumped a little embarrassed.
After getting off the flying boat, he grabbed the master who almost fell to death and looked into Liudong Temple angrily.
They were the first to rush into Liudong Temple just now. The rest of them deliberately stayed one step behind, either out of respect for his hard work, to avoid unnecessary risks, or based on the moral concept of "not fighting for the spoils."
They thought that maybe the battle would be over by the time they arrived, but unexpectedly, the situation was completely opposite to their expectations.
This short battle actually came to an end with Archer's defeat!
"Bastard! You've angered me!" Gilgamesh put the frightened master down and shouted angrily into the temple hall, "Repent! You don't even have a chance to surrender!"
Before he finished speaking, the space around him fluctuated violently, and the golden light spread out for more than twenty meters. Among the dense ripples, countless precious phantoms were revealed.
"Don't you understand? In the face of my lord's supreme power, this little trick is meaningless!" A powerful voice with a slightly vague tone made surprising arrogance, "The rank of
The gap cannot be made up by quantity!"
"In the final analysis, you guys are just an insignificant branch of the tentacles of this tiny planet!"
Before he could finish his words, countless precious phantoms were already shooting out overwhelmingly, and the golden light almost completely covered the entire hall.
If Archer hits with this angry blow, maybe the entire hall will be directly razed to the ground, and nothing will be left, right?
But that's not destined to become reality.
Because almost at the same time, countless colorful magic light balls rose up in the hall, densely packed together into a torrential rain of light, facing the heavy rain of the Noble Phantasm.
It is said that it is impossible for spells to fight against Noble Phantasms, but this common sense obviously does not apply to the current situation. After those light balls came into contact with Noble Phantasms, instead of being simply defeated, they had a considerable upper hand - more than one Noble Phantasm was destroyed
It exploded into powder, and then many light balls penetrated the rain of Noble Phantasms, roaring and shooting in front of everyone.
Seeing this scene, Saber finally couldn't help but take action and summoned her own treasure called "Avalon". The scabbard, which could withstand any attack, unfolded a blue-white light shield, turning the area in front of her into an untouchable area.
The Utopia blocks those terrible spells that can destroy even the Noble Phantasm.
Archer's face became even more ugly, but he rarely said anything big.
He has understood that his opponent cannot be defeated by himself.
At least, in order to gain time to use the most powerful weapon, he does need help.
"What is that?" Cheng Peng frowned - even though he didn't know magic, he could clearly feel that the attributes of those magic light balls were ever-changing, and there were almost no two differences just by relying on his sensitivity to magic as a heroic spirit.
The pieces are the same.
Ordinarily, various different powers should conflict with each other, but instead of conflicting, these magic light balls complement each other, increasing their power to a higher level.
Moreover... the warrior's innate spiritual sense told him that these magic light balls are not scary, the robed warlock who emits the magic light balls is not scary either, and the guy wearing armor and holding a staff is not scary either. The truly scary thing is inside the hall.
.
It is a chaos that cannot be clearly judged, as if it has not yet been determined, but it exudes a chilling and terrifying power - constantly changing, constantly twisting, full of ambiguity, but with some kind of strangeness.
The allure of it is like a black hole in the soul, completely attracting the human spirit into it!
"It's really hard for you all to come all the way." The voice that spoke was still the same voice just now. This man was wearing blue armor with gold rims, holding a staff with a purple eyeball on the top, and there were three horns on the helmet. Look.
It sounded quite strange, "Originally, I should have come out to greet the guests in person, but it's just an unlucky time for you to come. We were doing routine prayers to our Lord just now, and we couldn't be distracted at that time, so I had to apologize."
"
"Daily prayer? At this time?" Du Sanmiao, who also needs to pray every day, asked doubtfully, "How can you pray at this time?"
"Every day? How can that reflect our piety!" The man seemed surprised and replied, "Of course we need to pray every hour! If not, wouldn't it be too disrespectful to our Lord?
!”
Everyone was speechless. Tsuchimikado Hisae, who had a bad temper, was already cursing and muttering, "I'm so unlucky today, I met a fanatical believer..."
"Okay, that's the end of the greetings." The man changed the subject and raised his staff, "Let's choose. Will you prostrate yourself under the majesty of our Lord, the Lord of Changes? Or - die?"
