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Because the Holy Sword is too powerful, it can easily cause uncontrollable harm.
King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table then placed a seal on it—the scabbard!
The first sword sheath is the "Wind King Barrier".
The second scabbard is the lost "Court of Avalon".
The third sword sheath represents the will and judgment of the people at the Round Table.
Sealed by multiple layers of barriers, it is the strongest Noble Phantasm among all Servants.
That is the Hero's Proof that Saber possesses.
Now he faces the arrogant Gilgamesh.
The time has indeed come for the holy sword to be drawn!
Thirteen forms of prayer are reborn at this moment!
Listen to the sound of the sword! Unleash your true form!
"The Thirteen Seals are released! Roundtable voting begins!!"
“This is not a battle with elves, I agree!” Lancelot said.
"This is a battle stronger than one's own, I acknowledge that!" Bedivere said.
"This is a fight for survival, I agree!" Kai.
“This is not a fight that violates humanity, I acknowledge it!” Gahris said.
"This is in pursuit of real combat, I agree!" Agravivan.
"This is a battle for honor, acknowledgment!" Gawain.
"This is a battle fought alongside heroes, I acknowledge it!" Percival.
The seven seals were released in an instant, although the magic power limited his ability to unleash a strike capable of destroying the white giant.
But it was already an incredibly powerful sword strike.
However, this Holy Sword resolution did not include the statement "This is an acknowledgment of fighting against evil."
Artoria was somewhat puzzled. Could it be that the wicked hero-king Gilgamesh was actually a good person?
Suppress the questions in my heart.
The holy sword in his hand began to gather beams of light.
All the hopes envisioned in the hearts of those who perished in the glory, exposed to the ultimate hell of death and despair, still sing praises to the nobility of humanity.
The light continued to gather. One dazzling ray of light after another converged, as if illuminating this peerless holy sword and adorning it with the most dazzling brilliance was their supreme duty.
That radiant divine sword embodies the sorrowful yet sublime dream held in the final moments of all warriors who perished on the battlefield, transcending the past, present, and future.
—The crystallization of a prayer called 'Glory'.
The power accumulated by the holy sword was almost overflowing from Avalon's scabbard, and golden light flowed out, enveloping Artoria's entire body.
This is a blessing from the soldiers!
He stepped back with his left foot, and the only intact ground cracked like a spider web before collapsing rapidly.
The light emanating from Artoria as she leaped into the air amplified her speed like wings of light.
The next moment, she broke through the boundary of the Stone Soldier Eight Formation node and appeared in the void of the main battlefield.
Gilgamesh's eyes narrowed!
The corners of his mouth gradually split open!
His vision of the future prevented him from seeing Artoria flying towards him at that moment.
But it doesn't matter; only unexpected developments can make a theatrical performance interesting.
Even before he raised the Ea, the spinning blade on its body had already begun to roar.
"Oh? Ea, is this an opponent even you acknowledge?" Gilgamesh smiled, looking at the sword in his hand, completely ignoring Artoria who was gradually approaching.
As if in response to the King of Heroes' question, the spinning speed of the Ea sword increased once again!
It emitted a violent, howling sound like the wind tearing through the air!
Within the entire Stone Soldier Formation, the Noble Phantasms that had been shot out by the Hero King Gilgamesh and scattered on the ground began to tremble.
Even the torrent of Noble Phantasms that had been relentlessly pursuing Lancer stopped its attack.
The power is constantly flowing back!
The Heaven-Opening Sword, amplified by its Noble Phantasm, now has such high wind pressure that anyone who gets too close will have their head chopped off.
At this moment, the most ferocious and powerful violence in the world is firmly in the hands of this king of kings!
"Then sing your heart out, EA!"
Chapter 167 Violence and Violence!
"...The Creation of Heaven and Earth (Enuma) – The Star of Creation (Elish)!"
The air layer transcends the physical boundaries and continues to increase in density, eventually turning into a weapon capable of chopping everything into pieces, and then begins to devour space itself.
Even light and sound converged into the distorted air, and silence and the sword of darkness began to engulf the surroundings.
Gilgamesh gripped the sword hilt tightly, which began to roar like a living creature—
Without hesitation, he swung his sword at the challenger before him!
The distorted air burst.
The myriad phenomena, compressed beyond their limits and gathered beside the Heaven-Opening Sword, were released along with the slash.
The released pressure causes cracks in the surrounding space, sucking in the nothingness between the cracks, turning the world itself upside down.
Who could believe that this scene was caused by a single swing of a sword?
The Stone Soldier Eight Formations, which had already been transformed into another world, began to collapse first in the face of this attack!
The other world was shattered from the inside, like an eggshell!
To allow outsiders a glimpse of its breathtaking scenery.
Magical elements began to rampage through the dimensional rift in the mortal world.
The wind escaping from the crack was enough to knock Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was anxiously waiting nearby, to the ground.
As an "ordinary man" who can generate short bursts of energy equivalent to sprinting 1.5 kilometers at top speed, walk continuously for 100 kilometers, and push aside Mashu's 20-ton shield while on the verge of death and exhaustion.
At this moment, the strong wind pressed them to the ground, making it difficult for them to get up.
"With this concentration of magic, Ritsuka, quickly find a place to hide!!" Little Da Vinci urged Fujimaru Ritsuka hastily after calculating the amount of magic leaking out.
At this moment, the otherworld has not yet completely collapsed.
The chaotic gale was tearing at every corner within this barrier.
All the barriers at every node of the formation were breached.
El-Melloi II, who was manipulating the formation to barely block this heaven-defying power, also appeared.
Mash was currently behind the shield, barely managing to withstand the cutting force of the extreme wind pressure.
Seeing El-Melloi II's figure exposed out of the corner of his eye, he rushed back to him without hesitation.
"Lancer, come here quickly!" Mashu called out anxiously to Lancer, who was still hiding in the barrier.
The Second Prince then directly manipulated the incomplete Stone Soldier Formation to draw Lancer over.
As for Saber, El-Melloi II attempted to contact her through the array points on her body the moment she appeared.
But communication failed completely, like a stone sinking into the sea.
"No, Mash, unleash your Noble Phantasm quickly! The shield alone won't even be enough to withstand the aftershocks!"
"Understood!"
"Mold Camelot, the already fragile city of dreams!"
The unyielding city of chalk once again stood before them, the impact of the apocalyptic aftershocks gradually dissipating before it.
But the impact was relentless, because at this moment, the city lord of the Chalk City, Artoria, who was directly receiving the baptism of the "Poem of Creation Narrative," had not yet fallen!
"The aftershocks alone forced us to activate our Noble Phantasms to defend ourselves. Will the Knight King, who faced that world-destroying power head-on, survive?"
Lancer, leaning on his spear, looked at the dazzling golden figure rushing towards the point of impact that Gilgamesh had unleashed, and couldn't help but ask a question.
Upon hearing these words, Mash couldn't help but peek out from behind her shield and look in that direction.
The figure carrying golden light collided with the raging torrent that was destroying the world.
The golden and red radiance merged in that instant.
The golden light that symbolized the knight's triumphant song was gradually devoured by the raging dark red gale.
The figure known as Knight King Artoria was ultimately swallowed up by the power of annihilation.
Everyone present fell silent.
Was that ancient Babylonian king truly invincible?
Can't win...
With the current strength of everyone, we simply cannot win.
El-Melloi II was still pondering a solution in his mind...
Suddenly, an inspiring voice rang out in the air!
"Ex—Calibur!!"
That voice was like the first ray of dawn breaking through the gray sky!
It was like the first horn sounded for a knight who had been repeatedly defeated to launch a counterattack!
The sense of despondency in everyone's hearts was ignited by this shout.
There seems to be hope!