The evening wind blew, bringing with it the slight smell of burnt gunpowder. Opening their eyes, they saw the surrounding environment and the ruins of the house before them. The Heroic Spirits who had returned to the real world had some guesses as to why the house had turned into ruins. It was nothing more than that someone had attacked this place after they had left.
Come to think of it, that glittering one was so powerful. It wouldn't be strange if a Master had prepared to eliminate his contractor to make him exit the stage, right? On the contrary, to be able to return to the real world safely and soundly was a relief to all the Heroic Spirits.
"King of Conquerors!"
Balin subconsciously looked for the King of Conquerors who had been charging at the very front. However, what came into his view were golden chains.
Not far from the group, the treasured sword in the King of Conquerors' hand was already broken. A small, fine bloodstain had appeared on Gilgamesh's neck. At the same time, the King of Conquerors' body was entwined with golden chains, and a strangely shaped weapon had already pierced his chest.
"King of Conquerors, I acknowledge you as a warrior. At the same time, your fangs did indeed wound this king. This king will remember your heroic form in his heart. But even so, you still have no chance of victory. King of Conquerors, have you woken from your dream?"
A smile cracked on the King of Conquerors' face. "Seriously, even in a dream, you won't give me a chance to succeed in my conquest? But my path of conquest will not end here..."
A golden ripple appeared once again in Gilgamesh's hand. This time, what appeared from the ripple was a golden wine cup and fine red wine. "You really dare to say that, King of Conquerors. But this king's back garden always welcomes you to challenge it. It's just that no matter how many times, you will end your conquest in a state of failure."
The golden chains slowly retracted. The massive figure of the King of Conquerors turned into golden points of light and gradually dissipated. Gilgamesh did not drink the fine wine in his hand, but slowly tilted the cup. The fine wine in the cup spilled onto the ground, as if seeing off this warrior who had the courage to challenge the first king.
Balin looked at Gilgamesh, who, despite having consumed a large amount of magical energy, was not very injured under the siege of such a large army. He couldn't help but swallow. What a terrifying existence. But after consuming a large amount of magical energy, it wasn't as if they had no chance of winning.
"I will conduct the frontal assault. Whether we can take him down will depend on you all."
The Servant Aslan took a deep breath and made his choice. To be honest, the thought that his main body also existed in this world gave him one headache after another. No matter what, against his main body, he had no possibility of victory. Plus, he was a Heroic Spirit who had been summoned by association in the first place. Without his own dragon by his side, it was a bit lonely. What's more, he had no reason that he had to obtain the Holy Grail. In the few days he had been with Artoria, he had been constantly hinted at by her about whether he wanted to become the new king of Great Britain... It would probably be better to let his main body worry about such things!
If his main body were here, he could have a good fight with Gilgamesh. But as an incomplete version of himself, forget it. Before coming here, Kiritsugu had already instructed him that it didn't matter if he had to be sacrificed in this battle. Even Artoria could be exposed in this battle.
Compared to the other Heroic Spirits, this glittering one was the most dangerous. It had to be said that Kiritsugu had made the most correct judgment. Now that the King of Conquerors had made his exit, as long as they could also take care of this King of Heroes, Kiritsugu didn't think King Arthur would lose to any of the remaining Heroic Spirits.
Balin glanced at the Heroic Spirit Aslan, a flash of guilt in his eyes. "Sorry, Aslan. There are things I must do..." So I cannot be the vanguard.
In response, the Servant Aslan just smiled lightly. Anyway, this was not a situation where victory was a must. Under these circumstances, it didn't matter if he sacrificed himself. To be honest, he was also quite interested in seeing the feeling of that glittering, high-and-mighty king being taken down by their schemes.
After exchanging a look, the Servant Aslan was the first to charge forward. And what greeted him was a barrage of anti-dragon special attack weapons. Faced with this situation, the Servant Aslan could only give a wry smile. Although not every legend described him as mastering the power of a dragon and having dragon's blood flowing in him, under the influence of the legends, even if he didn't have dragon's blood, he would still carry a faint dragon trait. Not to mention, he was the genuine Son of the White Dragon of Great Britain. Right now, these weapons with an anti-dragon attribute special attack were truly... making the hair on the back of the Servant Aslan's neck stand on end. The current him had no way to make himself "fall" to recover quickly, nor was he carrying Avalon. Therefore, he absolutely could not be hit in a vital spot by these weapons!
Merlin looked at the Servant Aslan who had already rushed out, took a deep breath. The Sword of Promised Victory in his hand was aimed at Aslan, and then Illusionary Charisma and Hero Creation were directly cast on him.
Feeling the power erupting from his body, Aslan swung the holy sword in his hand forward. With the technique of Mana Burst, he not only blocked the first batch of weapons attacking him, but then Merlin once again raised the staff in his hand. With a wave of his gentlemanly arm, the second batch of weapons fired at Aslan turned into flower petals.
Gilgamesh lifted his chin slightly. He had already used the Chains of Heaven before, so this time, he no longer intended to hide it. The golden chains poked their heads out from the golden ripples, and then rushed towards Aslan.
Balin looked at these golden chains and put away the twin swords in his hand. Then, a spear glowing with a silvery-white light appeared in his hand. This spear represented his gravest sin—the destruction of this city, the serious injury of the Fisher King, and the land of four cities being completely affected. To be honest, he really didn't want to use this weapon. But if using this weapon could give him a chance to exchange for his brother's life, then so what if he had to use this spear until his own death?
"Holy Spear, Second Seal Released! This is my sin, but it can also bring light! [Spear of Radiant Destiny]! Go, and open a path forward for my dear friend!!"
The silver spear was grabbed in Balin's hand, and then he thrust it forward. The silver light erupted towards Gilgamesh, and then struck those golden chains.
Perhaps out of regret for not being able to control this weapon well in his past life, this time, the powerful golden attack did not cover Aslan. Instead, it hit the ripple from which the chains had appeared with incomparable precision.