"Trace... Trace... Take these... all of them!"
With the number of Noble Phantasms currently stored in Shirou's Unlimited Blade Works, it was almost impossible to compete with Gilgamesh.
Therefore, he must do his best to trace the treasures, and copy all the Noble Phantasms that Gilgamesh revealed!
Corresponding to the golden wall behind Gilgamesh, Shirou's back was also illuminated by pale blue magical light, and hundreds of swords began to protrude, resembling a giant blue wall.
Whether it was Irisviel or Saber, seeing the mass of Noble Phantasms appear behind Shirou at this moment, they were both shocked into silence.
When Saber regained her composure, she looked up at Gilgamesh in mid-air.
"Archer, the people you brought with you are incapacitated. Are you still going to continue fighting!?"
As she said this, Saber raised the Sword of Promised Victory in her hand. Because Lancer had just died, the curse on her left hand had lifted, so she was now able to hold the sword steadily.
In other words, the current Saber was able to use her strongest skill: releasing the power of the Anti-Fortress Noble Phantasm, Excalibur.
In this way, combined with Shirou's projections, they would be able to compete with the "Hero King," Gilgamesh.
Gilgamesh, who had never seen Saber release her Noble Phantasm, naturally didn't know she held such a powerful trump card, and he maintained his proud, condescending posture.
Gilgamesh's eyes wandered to the red-haired boy standing below, who looked like an ant from such a height.
"Hmph, just a bunch of copied fakes. Do you think you can compete with this King?"
With these words, the golden wall behind Gilgamesh tilted slightly, and hundreds of Noble Phantasms seemed ready to burst out the next moment, signaling imminent danger.
Although Gilgamesh's words were full of contempt, it didn't mean he didn't take Shirou's projections seriously.
Because the Noble Phantasms he fired just now were all destroyed after colliding with the identical copies Shirou had projected.
In other words, the treasures traced by the boy were of a level that could compete with those stored in the treasury of the Hero King.
If they were just inferior imitations, Gilgamesh would only laugh and smash them casually; after all, a fake usually cannot beat the original.
But to have his originals matched by copies was something Gilgamesh could not tolerate under any circumstances.
This was tantamount to a provocation against the "King."
However, against a mere mongrel, Gilgamesh naturally didn't intend to use his full strength just yet.
A spear-shaped Noble Phantasm, dragging a trail of golden light, burst forth!
Shirou, sensing this blow, raised his eyebrows. A sword hovering behind him also shot out at that moment to meet it!
The two Noble Phantasms collided in mid-air with a dazzling light.
Boom————!
An explosion that shook the air rang out, and fierce sparks coalesced into fireworks.
With this blow, Gilgamesh smiled confidently.
He realized that although the other party could copy his treasures, the quality was still slightly inferior.
"Hmph, a 'King' must have some reserve. If I were to deal with a mongrel seriously from the start, it would be a defeat for the King."
Gilgamesh's eyes showed mockery.
"So, rejoice. This King won't get serious with you yet."
As soon as the words fell, several Noble Phantasms shot out from the golden wall again, but this time, there were several more than before.
At the same time, Shirou also launched an equal number of projections.
However, because the weapons revealed in the golden wall were copied simultaneously, the quality this time was slightly lower.
The Noble Phantasms collided, causing a series of detonations, and the roar resounded all around.
Seeing this, Gilgamesh smiled.
"The quality seems to have declined. Is it only lip service, a sham?"
Just when Gilgamesh thought the mongrel below would show an expression of impotent rage, he received only an understated answer.
"Complete..."
"Huh?"
Gilgamesh frowned, sensing the magical energy in the atmosphere trembling.
In the next moment, the exact same group of Noble Phantasms as those behind Gilgamesh began to emerge from Shirou's back. Durandal, Arondight, Dainsleif, Gram, Houtengeki, Caladbolg, Gae Bolg...
"Judging the concept... Sympathy complete... Projection... Standby!"
Blue magical energy crackled like lightning between Shirou's outstretched arms, causing a blue light to shine around him.
The magic swirled like a strong wind around Shirou. Weapons appeared one after another, filling the air. The scene was no different from the hundreds of treasures appearing behind Gilgamesh.
"That's a lot this time. I see... You have copied everything you saw in my treasury."
Gilgamesh's eyes flashed with a strange color, as if he was slightly surprised that the mongrel could make his eyes shine.
Then, the Golden Hero raised his glass and took a sip, savoring the aftertaste of the wine, as if watching a play.
"Well then, I'm going to give you a score. No matter how vivid they are, I'm going to wipe them out of this world."
With words like a command, the treasures behind Gilgamesh were dyed with golden brilliance, tilted downward, and rained down like a net from the sky!
And at this moment, Shirou also raised his right hand, and then waved his arm.
"Unfreeze... Full projection... Fire!"
In an instant————
The dazzling light of gold and blue collided in the next moment!
Countless Noble Phantasms———— suddenly exploded!
A roar echoed, and shockwaves spread like a storm. A strong wind blew the young man's red hair.
The magnificent scene of the Noble Phantasms exploding upon collision was presented before the eyes of Irisviel and Saber. The fire of the explosion reflected on their delicate cheeks, dyeing their pupils a fiery red.
"What is... this...?"
Irisviel couldn't help but exclaim.
To be able to exert Projection magecraft to this level was not something a mere magus could do; it was simply something that only a Heroic Spirit could achieve!