Goldie was angry. He threw the precious sword in his hand backwards, returning it to the Gate of Babylon which held countless treasures. At the same time, countless Noble Phantasms emerged behind him.
Clearly, Goldie had grown tired of the so-called one-on-one duel and intended to end the battle quickly.
Countless Noble Phantasms flew towards Artoria like they were free. Even without releasing their True Names, relying solely on their destructive power, each Noble Phantasm was no different from a missile in the general sense.
If there had to be a distinction, it would probably be that Noble Phantasms were much more expensive than missiles.
"Raining swords" probably described such a scene.
How spectacular was the volley of countless Noble Phantasms? It was simply dazzling. Meruem even saw strange heavy weapons like wolf-tooth clubs and meteor hammers among the fired Noble Phantasms.
If it were the previous Artoria, she might not have been able to withstand the attack composed of these countless Noble Phantasms. But now Goldie was facing a reborn Artoria.
With a flip of her right hand, Artoria used the Holy Sword in an incredible way to cut down and deflect the oncoming Noble Phantasms one by one.
"Hmph!" Goldie snorted coldly, very dissatisfied with this result. At the same time, he increased the output of the Gate of Babylon again.
More than a hundred Noble Phantasms emerged simultaneously from the golden screen.
A volley of over a hundred Noble Phantasms; this was already very close to the limit Artoria could withstand. Of course, this refers to blocking without injury; taking a little damage wasn't hard.
However, a volley of over a hundred Noble Phantasms was clearly not the limit of Goldie's Gate of Babylon output.
"Clang!" When Artoria used all her strength to deflect a huge hammer-like Noble Phantasm, her fingers slipped, and for a moment she almost couldn't hold the Holy Sword.
The consumption from the previous battles was a bit much, and now she was somewhat exhausted. Artoria narrowed her eyes, analyzing while cutting down the oncoming Noble Phantasms.
Is this my limit?
No, this is clearly not it yet. But if this drags on, I will sooner or later be worn to death by the opponent.
Could it be that I can only use that?
"Release the True Name to unleash Excalibur at full power?" It seemed this was the only way. Rather than being worn down slowly here, it was better to put everything into one strike.
As for the weakness after releasing the True Name? Artoria's emerald pupils swept over Meruem. Good thing he's still here.
"Then come, King of Heroes! Let's decide the winner!" The Sword of Promised Victory in Artoria's hand gradually began to shine brightly over time.
It was clearly a sign of charging up for an ultimate move.
So, would Goldie let Artoria have her way?
Why should this King let you release it?
Releasing the True Name to unleash Excalibur requires a little time. For ordinary people, this is an extremely short time. But for Servants, this time is enough to do many things.
"Come on, make your move! Mongrel!" Although Goldie's enemy at this moment was Artoria, these words were directed at Meruem.
The Gate of Babylon behind him expanded several times again.
That was already the standard reached when he first met Meruem.
A volley of three thousand Noble Phantasms, which was also the maximum output of the Gate of Babylon.
And this time, his Gate of Babylon included everyone present within its range.
"Otherwise, she has only a dead end!" Goldie raised his head and looked at Meruem arrogantly, while slowly raising his right hand.
Meruem knew that when Goldie's right hand swung down, it would be the time for the volley of three thousand Noble Phantasms.
No one could survive such a dense attack.
Even Goldie himself wasn't confident.
However, in response to this, Meruem just looked at Goldie indifferently and smiled.
"If you can do it."
"Hahahaha, mongrel, are you afraid? Afraid to face this King's endless Noble Phantasms. It seems you are just so-so. Run away quickly; perhaps this King will spare your life seeing your wretched appearance."
"No, not afraid. I'm just stating a fact. Want to kill her? You can't do it. Want to kill me? You definitely can't do it."
Hearing this, the anger in Goldie's heart burned brighter, his eyes staring at Meruem like spewing fire. "Then let facts show if I can do it! Goodbye, little Knight girl! Actually, I admired you a little. But unfortunately... you must die!"
When Goldie's right hand swung down, Artoria was already poised and ready.
She had heard the conversation between the two long ago, and she was deeply moved by Meruem's trust. One must know that what Meruem said just now indicated he didn't intend to intervene.
But don't forget that Meruem was also within the strike range of the Gate of Babylon at this moment.
In Artoria's view, Meruem had entrusted his life to her. This trust made an inexplicable power surge in her heart.
A volley of three thousand Noble Phantasms, the scene was simply like doomsday descending.
Not to mention three thousand Noble Phantasms, even three thousand arrows with that density would make one's scalp tingle.
"Excalibur!" A huge laser cannon accompanied the swing of Artoria's Holy Sword, instantly enveloping all the overwhelming oncoming Noble Phantasms within it.
Countless famous Noble Phantasms, even prototypes of famous Noble Phantasms, turned to ashes in less than a second before Excalibur.
The release of the Sword of Promised Victory's True Name resolved this crisis.
In contrast, Goldie's heart was bleeding at this moment. Gone... all the Noble Phantasms fired before were destroyed. That was a volley of a dignified three thousand Noble Phantasms. Even if Goldie claimed to possess two-thirds of the world's Noble Phantasms, how many times could he withstand such a depletion?
The number of Noble Phantasms is limited; those things are non-renewable resources. Not stones by the roadside found everywhere.
Usually discarding a few or dozens of Noble Phantasms casually like they were nothing could be used for appropriate posturing, but this time was different; that was three thousand.
If those Noble Phantasms could all release their True Names to fight, there were over a hundred A-rank or higher Noble Phantasms not much inferior to the Sword of Promised Victory.
"Won..." Just as Artoria, who had unleashed Excalibur with full power, wanted to get up, a sense of emptiness and dizziness in her body made her fall straight backwards.
However, she didn't hit the hard ground as imagined, but Meruem's solid chest.
This time Artoria didn't struggle to get away from Meruem, just quietly leaning on Meruem.
"You did very well," Meruem said lightly in Artoria's ear.
And after hearing this praise, Artoria finally closed her eyes with satisfaction.
Mn, don't think too much; Artoria's breathing became gradually steady, she actually fell asleep on Meruem's chest.
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