To be able to control an Anti-Fortress type Noble Phantasm to such a degree of precision already explained just how much Balin regretted destroying the lives of four towns' residents with a single spear thrust. This point of precise control made Gilgamesh look at him with a bit more consideration.
Looking at Aslan continuing to charge at him, Gilgamesh prepared to mobilize the shields from his treasury to form a wall, forcibly stopping Aslan's advance.
Compared to the fierce clash at the Tohsaka residence, Aslan's main body was living quite comfortably. An elegant and gentle melody played quietly on a vinyl record player, steeping the entire space in a leisurely atmosphere. Although the electric heaters of this era looked a bit crude and somewhat dangerous, under Aslan's technical skills, they had been turned into flawless daily necessities.
On this winter night, there was nothing more comfortable than staying in a warm room.
He placed special spices into a wooden basin. These spices were not seasonings, but rather Chinese herbal medicines specially prepared by Aslan. In these hundreds of years, making so many friends in the Inner Sea of the Planet was not for nothing, especially the immortals of the East. Because they were already old, they paid great attention to health preservation. It was for this reason that many of the Eastern immortals in the Inner Sea looked much younger than that Akuta Hinako. At the very least, when these immortals were walking with vigorous steps, you wouldn't hear the creaking of bones.
But you couldn't blame Akuta Hinako. Physical wounds heal easily, but emotional wounds are hard to mend. So what if she lived a bit sloppily? Anyway, no matter how sloppily she lived, she would still live longer than those who lived an exquisite life. This was one of the very enviable points of being a long-lived species.
He put his hand into the bucket to feel the water temperature, nodded, turned on the television, and while watching TV, he picked up the little black dragon who was grooming its wings, constantly fitting models onto them and looking at itself in the mirror. He then gently placed it into the basin. The water temperature made the little black dragon let out a soft cry.
"Awo~"
His fingers gently stroked the little black dragon's wings. The texture, like black crystal, brought a slightly cool sensation to his fingertips. Aslan's lips curled into a smile. He looked at the little dragon in the water and gently tapped its forehead with his finger. "Is the water temperature suitable?"
Melusine buried her entire body in the basin, and feeling Aslan's massage, she hummed softly twice. On a cold winter day, listening to music or watching TV before resting at night, and then having a good soak in the bath—there was nothing more comfortable than this. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Didn't the people of the Far East like to have a good soak in the bath every day before going to sleep? Hmm.
"How is it? My massage technique is alright, right?"
The little black dragon nodded, then closed its eyes, burying its body a little deeper into the basin. Aslan, in turn, took the kettle from the side and made the somewhat lukewarm water a suitable temperature again. No matter how you looked at it, this was a warm and cozy winter resting scene.
It was really unknown what the Heroic Spirit split spirit of Aslan would feel if he saw this scene.
At this moment, the Heroic Spirit Aslan was desperately trying to find a way to take out Gilgamesh. Looking at the golden ripples that had once again appeared in front of Gilgamesh, Aslan directly mobilized most of his magical energy, forcibly using a relatively powerful Faerie Letter to gradually turn the ground into a swamp. This power, which could be said to have crossed the boundaries of his class, directly caught Gilgamesh off guard. Although the gate of the treasury had already opened, the shields had only just poked their heads out, not enough to form a wall that could forcibly stop someone's advance. The Servant Aslan directly stepped on these shields that had just emerged, forcibly approaching Gilgamesh.
"Here, I will carve a path to victory! [Sword of Glorious Victory]!"
A golden torrent of magical energy surged fiercely towards Gilgamesh. Although Gilgamesh was trapped in the swamp, it did not mean he had lost his ability to move. He raised the Sword of Rupture in his hand. Although he didn't have time to release the Noble Phantasm, it was no problem to swing it with all his might. A crimson sword pressure directly spread out towards the surroundings.
The golden and crimson clashed. The red sword pressure, although it couldn't completely block the release of the Sword of Brilliant Victory, was enough to delay until a large number of Noble Phantasm shields were summoned before him.
Immediately after, the golden chains directly wrapped around Aslan's body. Finally, a Noble Phantasm with a special attack against dragons appeared again from the Gate of Babylon.
"I admit, your cooperation has indeed given this king a bit of a headache. But this is the end!"
Because the Chains of Heaven had directly bound the Servant Aslan in front of Gilgamesh, Balin had no way to release his Noble Phantasm again. In such a situation, no matter what, Aslan would be caught in the release of the Noble Phantasm.
The Servant Aslan forcibly twisted the direction of his sword and aimed it at Gilgamesh. He then released his Noble Phantasm again. It wasn't certain that he could aim at Gilgamesh, but at the moment, this was the only option.
No one had noticed that in this process, Artoria had already moved to the side of the battlefield. Just as the Servant Aslan forcibly released his Noble Phantasm and his body was pierced by the anti-dragon attribute Noble Phantasm, Gilgamesh could only once again swing the Sword of Rupture in his hand, using its pressure to once again resist the release of this holy sword.
In the distance, Kiritsugu held a pair of binoculars, constantly observing the situation on the battlefield. At this moment, he seized this opportunity and raised his hand. "By my Command Spell, I order you, Artoria, release your Noble Phantasm and eliminate Archer!"
The suit on Artoria's body transformed into silver armor. The golden holy sword in her hand was raised high. Golden points of light floated up from the surrounding ground.
This sudden change made Gilgamesh's eyes widen. Not just Gilgamesh, but Balin as well. He had long felt that the young man following the white-haired lady looked somewhat familiar. But then again, a descendant of Aslan had already appeared. It would be normal for a descendant of Arthur to appear as well. And it was hard to imagine that someone could summon two Sabers at once.
Under the effect of the Command Spell, the charging time for the Noble Phantasm was shortened to its minimum. There was not even a need to call its true name. This way, Gilgamesh had no room to dodge. Then, the golden light covered Gilgamesh.
As the two powerful Heroic Spirits turned into pure magical energy and returned to the Holy Grail, the Holy Grail, which had originally accumulated a large amount of magical energy, finally woke up. Kirei, who was in the church, once again heard a whisper in his ear. [You are in love with me. So, let me descend.]