Chapter 49: Gilgamesh, One Against Three!

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There was no escape—that was a rain formed by the overwhelming power of Noble Phantasms. Even the Dromeus Komētēs, swift as a shooting star, could not emerge unscathed from this torrential downpour. If they didn't want to lose their lives prematurely, there was only one option left—to defend with all their might! Berserker was the first to step forward, taking the brunt of the assault head-on. Even if struck directly by Mjölnir, he showed no signs of retreating. Perhaps Gilgamesh deemed it wasteful to bombard them with prized treasures, or maybe he was simply venting his fury. Though the assault was fierce, the power of the Noble Phantasms had reverted to their initial intensity. Since that was the case, things became simpler. They only needed to replicate the defensive strategies from before—seizing the first weapon they obtained and using it to strike down the incoming barrage of Noble Phantasms one by one! However, this strategy relied on Berserker's "Not For One's Own Glory", a Noble Phantasm unique to him. For the other two, it was impossible to replicate. "So, do you need help, Lancer?" Sakatsuki's golden eyes darted through the falling rain of weapons, his voice carrying no tension. "For a pure warrior, an attack like this isn't exactly friendly, is it?" The warrior of Fianna responded with a fearless smile. "No need to trouble yourself. I have some confidence in my spear techniques." "Heh..." Sakatsuki spread his hands, and Gan Jiang and Mo Ye materialized in his grip. "Humility is a virtue, but too much humility becomes hypocrisy, Diarmuid. How about a little competition?" Diarmuid immediately understood Sakatsuki's meaning. His smile widened in excitement as his twin spears slashed through the air, assuming an offensive stance. "Then allow me to learn from you!" With that, the handsome warrior let out a sharp cry and thrust his crimson spear forward, sending a battle axe flying. His golden spear followed, sweeping in an arc, clearing everything in his path with the force of a hundred warriors. "In that case, I won't hold back either!" The young man, though not a Servant, possessed strength rivalling one. He licked his lips in anticipation, his black-and-white twin blades now layered with countless iron barbs, extending their reach while drastically enhancing their durability and destructive power. Kanshou and Bakuya Overedge! Sakatsuki closed his eyes for a moment, tapping into the battle memories of the Guardian Emiya as the transformed twin swords danced in his hands. His movements were fluid, natural, soft yet unyielding, merging grace with strength. The black and white blades wove seamlessly through the air, forming an impenetrable sphere amidst the relentless storm of weapons, cutting down one Noble Phantasm after another. Soon, the fallen treasures were piled into a graveyard of swords. "Well done, Sakatsuki!" "You too, Lancer!" "ROOOOAAAR!" "284. How about you?" "299... Including the one I saved you from, exactly 300. Looks like I win, Sakatsuki." Diarmuid rested his crimson spear on his shoulder, gripping his golden short spear in his left hand. His composure remained unshaken, his stance effortless. "I concede." Sakatsuki cupped his hands in good sportsmanship, acknowledging his defeat. "You honour me." Though there was no reward, Diarmuid couldn't hide his joy. But soon, his expression turned serious. "I trust you've noticed—Archer is using his advantage to wear us down." "Yeah. But since our match is over..." Sakatsuki let out a whistle. Dark shadows unfurled from beneath his feet, taking form in Imaginary Shadow, while a diamond-shaped Dimensional Shift materialized beside him. "I won't hold back—I'll return Archer's hospitality in full." "...Terrifying. Are you sure you're from this era?" Diarmuid chuckled bitterly, his previous triumph quickly overshadowed. "Cover me, Sakatsuki. Berserker, I will pierce Archer's heart!" "ROOOAARRR!" Even in his maddened state, Lancelot roared in agreement. The Pink Flower Shield began to dissipate. As the trio steeled themselves to launch their counterattack against Gilgamesh— Gate of Babylon's bombardment abruptly ceased. A brief silence followed. Then, the King of Heroes' furious roar shook the heavens. "You think mere words from the likes of you can quell my wrath, Tokiomi?! How dare you?!" *** Hey readers! Want to read ahead? ???? Join my Patreon for early access to 30+ advance chapters! Your support helps me write more and bring the story to you faster. ????patreon.com/aarvan???? Thanks for being awesome! ❤️

Chapter 49: Gilgamesh, One Against Three!

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