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"Arghhhhhhh!" The irrational, blackened Heroic Spirit Gilgash roared at everyone, unleashing his battlelust. With his roar, countless Noble Phantasms suspended in mid-air collectively shifted direction, aiming directly at Emiya Shirou and the others.
"Nurical suppression, huh?"
"But I'm not them!" Staring at Gilgash opposite him, Emiya Shirou waved his hand, and countless sparks of magical energy floated in mid-air. Then, weapons were forged from these sparks, pointing directly at the enemy.
"Although you have no reason at this mont, I still have to ask you!"
"King of Heroes, is your weapon reserve still sufficient?"
"Arghhhhhhh!" As if understanding Emiya Shirou's provocation, the blackened Gilgash roared furiously. The next mont, countless blades, spears, swords, and halberds shot out simultaneously, intending to bury everything in front of them. But would Emiya Shirou allow him to have his way? With a sweep of his hand, the weapons forged behind him also shot out. At this mont, throughout the entire Mirror World, Noble Phantasms collided everywhere.
In the sky, countless Noble Phantasms intersected. Such a scene hardly looked like two people fighting, but rather two armies engaged in intense combat. "So strong!" Looking at the scene before her, Kuro's body trembled uncontrollably. She could never withstand such an attack. But Brother was evenly matched with the opponent. Was this Emiya Shirou's true strength? Kuro's eyes widened, and she clutched her left arm tightly, trying to stop her body from trembling.
"Too strong!"
"Brother is just too strong!" At this mont, it wasn't just Kuro; Illya, Miyu, Luvia, Tohsaka Rin, and even Bazett, standing in the back, all showed looks of shock. Although they had known that Emiya Shirou was strong, they weren't sure exactly how strong. But now, the Emiya Shirou appearing before them had clearly surpassed the realm of a magus. Fighting against a top-tier Heroic Spirit? What kind of courage and strength was this!
"It's just like a myth!" Indeed, this clash between Emiya Shirou and Gilgash at this mont seed like a re-enactnt of a mythological battle. Such a scene was absolutely not sothing Luvia and the others could get involved in.
"Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang!!!" In this space, the sound of tal clashing echoed incessantly. Emiya Shirou was currently projecting the Noble Phantasms summoned by Gilgash. As his Projection Magecraft continuously grew stronger, he could now project Noble Phantasms identical to their prototypes when projecting non-Divine Constructs, no longer inferior, lower-grade products. Therefore, the weapons constantly colliding in mid-air were truly evenly matched.
"Arghhhhhhh!" Looking at his constantly projected Noble Phantasms, although irrational, the pride belonging to Gilgash still existed within the blackened Heroic Spirit, plunging him into extre rage. At this mont, from the constantly spreading magical mist beneath his feet, countless Noble Phantasms continuously shot out, intent on taking Emiya Shirou's life.
"Tsk, you're getting angry already!" Looking at the opponent's suddenly increased number of Noble Phantasms, Emiya Shirou no longer maintained a casual deanor. Taking his hands out of his pockets, the next mont, Emiya Shirou's body was enveloped in golden armor. This was the Noble Phantasm 'Kavacha and Kundala: The Armor of the Sun' belonging to Karna, the Child of the Sun! Although Emiya Shirou couldn't fully project it due to its divine construct nature, he could still unleash part of its abilities. This armor could now reduce two-thirds of incoming damage. Coupled with its inherent hardness and Emiya Shirou's own defense, the two were a perfect combination. At the sa ti, a golden longsword also appeared in Emiya Shirou's hand. This sword, truly his own, ford from his soul, also ignited with raging flas at this mont.
"I'm coming, King of Heroes!" Stomping his foot, Emiya Shirou's figure swiftly charged out. Looking at the continuously incoming Noble Phantasms, Emiya Shirou swung his longsword, constantly striking down the weapons in front of him. At this mont, his swordsmanship, which had reached the divine realm, continuously deflected the attacking weapons. Before Emiya Shirou, no weapon could break through Emiya Shirou's sword-style and pierce his body.
"Clang, clang, clang!" Advance, advance, keep advancing. Strike down, strike down, keep striking down. At this mont, Emiya Shirou could see the blackened Heroic Spirit's face extrely clearly. The flas coiling around his sword continuously contracted inwards. Endless light and heat were compressed onto the sword. Breaking through all surrounding defenses, Emiya Shirou successfully arrived before Gilgash. Then, he delivered a full-powered strike to his body. The flas violently burst open, and light and heat instantly diffused outwards, engulfing everything in their midst. Leaping backward, dodging an attack of countless simultaneous sword strikes that almost hit him due to his sword swing, Emiya Shirou swiftly retreated.
"So what happens next?"
"If it were normal Gilgash, this strike should have ended it."
"But with blackened Gilgash, he probably isn't dead yet!" Looking at the scene covered in thick smoke, Emiya Shirou couldn't help but think. After all, he had been absorbing magical energy from the ley lines for two and a half months. In terms of magical energy capacity alone, the amount of magical energy Gilgash possessed at this mont was definitely far greater than that of a normal Servant. Therefore, any injury he sustained could be instantly repaired. As the smoke dissipated, what appeared before Emiya Shirou was the blackened Heroic Spirit, cut in half at the waist. If a normal Heroic Spirit sustained such damage, apart from those like Heracles who could revive, others should have already died. But at this mont, the blackened Gilgash was still unhard. Not only that, but even the injured areas were rapidly self-repairing.
"How troubleso!" Although he said so, Emiya Shirou showed no sign of worry.
"Arghhhhhhh!" Looking at Emiya Shirou, who had caused him such damage, Gilgash roared continuously. But this ti, it was different from before. A golden cylindrical sword slowly erged from the magical mist on the ground.
"It seems it's ti for the decisive battle again!" Emiya Shirou, while raising the longsword in his hand, turned his head and shouted to Illya and the others behind him, "Illya, Miyu, quickly get them out of here!"
"You absolutely cannot withstand this next attack!"
"Yes, Brother!" Miyu, who had absolute trust in Emiya Shirou's words, imdiately ordered Sapphire, "Sapphire, escape from here imdiately!"
"Yes, Lady Miyu!"
Glancing at Miyu and the others retreating behind him, Emiya Shirou redirected his gaze back to the blackened Gilgash opposite him. Looking at the blackened Gilgash, whose sword was already beginning to condense magical energy, Emiya Shirou also began to chant his magic.
"I once was an Ally of Justice, yet I did not persevere, abandoning my ideals. Becoming the World's Enemy, the Evil of this World, only for her to be saved."
"I once prayed for countless heroes to save , yet none responded. Only I answered my own prayer!"
"Wielding a fake sword, I faced the heroic savior. Even though I bore a hundred wounds, I never let go. Only for her to find happiness."
"World, curse !"
"Only for that, vow beneath the snow!" Looking at the enemy who had also finished accumulating power, Emiya Shirou and the blackened Gilgash simultaneously swung the swords in their hands. The two ultimate techniques that had once clashed in another world collided again here.
At this mont, the world began to peel away.
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