Nothing could survive that world-cleaving, primordial light; nothing whatsoever.
This was the law of the heavens and earth, the absolute, inviolable command of a King!
Archer watched with bloodshot, gleeful eyes. This strike should have left nothing. The foolish Servants, the presumptuous Master, even the Fuyuki Civic Center itself—nothing should remain!
"Consider yourselves honored, mongrels. I'll send you to the afterlife with Ea; you'll have bragging rights."
Archer spoke with unrestrained glee, but soon sensed something was wrong. The smoke from Ea's attack hadn't dissipated. Or rather, it wasn't smoke; it was a dense fog of intensely cold ice.
"Damn it… what's going on?!"
Archer shouted in confusion and disbelief. He was no longer in front of the Fuyuki Civic Center; he was in an entirely unfamiliar place.
A land of eternal frost; as far as the eye could see, only icy blue.
"This… is this a Bounded Field?!"
Having witnessed Rider's Bounded Field, Archer quickly understood the situation; he'd been drawn into someone's Bounded Field.
"Interesting… Saber? Or that little girl Berserker?!"
Archer muttered to himself. The frost before him slowly dissipated, revealing an unexpected figure.
"How… this is your Bounded Field?!"
Archer stared in disbelief at Arthas. Saber and Flandre were gone, seemingly eliminated by the attack; only Arthas remained.
But Arthas couldn't answer; impure frost enveloped him, transforming him into a throne—a spiral staircase ascending to a throne of jagged ice spikes.
"Hahaha… interesting… interesting. A throne?! Are you bowing before me?"
Archer laughed wildly, golden ripples emanating from behind him.
"A pity, such an ugly throne is unworthy of me. Die!"
Despite his boasting, Archer didn't take it lightly. Every second in this strange Bounded Field sent a chill down his spine.
He wanted to kill the Bounded Field's master and escape.
Damn it… how did that mongrel survive Ea's direct hit? Those two Servants couldn't withstand it, yet he's unharmed?!
Did those two Servants protect him?!
Thoughts raced through his mind; a torrential rain of Noble Phantasms descended, intent on obliterating everything.
Then… the world changed dramatically!
With a roar that could tear the heavens, the iceberg behind Archer collapsed; something was struggling to awaken from the icy debris.
The frozen lake beneath his feet cracked, causing Archer to stumble, nearly falling.
"Damn it… what is this?!"
None of the thrown Noble Phantasms hit their target. They were all coated in a thin layer of frost and frozen mid-air.
Archer stared in disbelief. Those were Noble Phantasms, not ordinary weapons; many were fire-attribute.
Yet, so many Noble Phantasms, even those with advantageous attributes, were frozen solid in mid-air.
"What kind of joke is this?! Who are you?!"
Archer roared in incomprehension; a colossal shadow enveloped him.
BOOM!
With a deafening crash, a massive skeletal claw slammed down, smashing Archer into the frozen lake.
The source of the earlier roar finally revealed itself—a colossal bone dragon, awakening from the icy ruins, its eerie pale blue soul fire burning in its eye sockets.
After smashing Archer into the lake, the enormous bone dragon spread its skeletal wings, casting a distorted cross-shaped shadow on the pale ground.
The grating of bones echoed as the dragon awoke; from the shattered lake, countless pale skeletons emerged, clad in armor, wielding broken weapons, like battle-hardened soldiers returning to the battlefield.
As the bone dragon soared over the frozen lake, the skeletons rose towards the sky, their soul flames blazing, silently roaring, welcoming their king's return.
Silence spoke volumes, but Archer quickly broke the silence.
Archer leaped from the lake, his handsome face contorted with rage. He looked at the endless army of undead, roaring furiously.
"You filthy, unclean mongrels, the dead should look dead!"
Golden ripples emanated from behind Archer again; countless Kingly Treasures revealed their monstrous forms.
The cold air was still biting, but this time, Archer's Noble Phantasms were all ablaze. If Arthas were conscious, he would recognize the flames.
The flaming demonic sword, Valentine, a prototype of all the world's treasures within the Kingly Treasures, was among them.
Though Archer couldn't fully utilize it, he could easily use it to coat his weapons in flames, resisting the cold.
"Trash, accept the King's wrath and judgment!"
With a declaration brimming with killing intent, an endless rain of swords descended!
____________________
for more advance chapters visit my p@treon
[email protected]/kane45
Casual Reader - 20 Advance Chapters
Intermediate Reader - 40 Advance Chapters
Expert Reader - 60 Advance Chapters