Matou Mansion!
This place had completely become a battlefield.
[Origin +10]
[Origin +12]
Ayato watched with great interest.
'Gilgamesh, be a bit more generous. Use more Noble Phantasms.'
"This damned Devil!!!"
Veins bulged on Gilgamesh's forehead.
For some reason, he felt that Ayato was thinking something unpleasant.
But several of those women were indeed terrifyingly strong.
He had almost been caught by them a few times.
"At this rate, it will never end."
Artoria gripped her sword with both hands, having made a decision.
In that case, she would have to unleash her Noble Phantasm.
"Artoria, wait a little longer. Let my servants get some training in."
Ayato's voice fell into her ears at that moment.
"Understood, Master."
Sighing, Artoria could only continue to deal with the endless Noble Phantasms.
Time slowly passed.
The entire courtyard had been leveled.
Kurome, who was in the midst of battle, suddenly stumbled.
Her magical energy was nearly exhausted.
After all, among everyone, she had only been a Devil for a relatively short time.
And she was neither a Holy Sword wielder like Irina nor Xenovia.
Hum!
Just then, a magic circle appeared beneath her feet.
When she came to, she was already back beside Ayato.
"Don't push yourself too hard."
Ayato gave her a head pat and smiled. "If you're low on magical energy, do you need replenishing?"
"Replenishing?"
Kurome's face instantly turned red.
She naturally knew what replenishing was.
Instinctively, she looked at Ayato's lips.
'If Nee-san could do it, I definitely could too.'
Thinking this, she raised her head and nodded firmly. "Master, I want replenishing."
After speaking, Kurome felt her entire body heat up.
Though as a servant, asking her master for replenishing was a perfectly normal thing,
This posture was still too embarrassing.
Hearing this, Ayato smiled slightly and didn't let Kurome wait too long.
"Mmm..."
Kurome's toes curled slightly.
'So this was replenishing?'
It felt so good.
Her magical energy was recovering quickly.
Utaha, who had been keeping an eye on Ayato, saw this and her expression sharpened.
'Damn it. Why didn't I think of that?'
She descended from the sky, stumbled slightly, and also pretended to be exhausted as she walked toward Ayato.
Medusa watched, her mind somewhat blank.
'What a scheming woman!'
'You really wouldn't guess it from her appearance.'
'That woman clearly had plenty of magical energy.'
'Master's servants were truly competitive and grabby.'
'I'm still too naive.'
A moment later,
Kurome smacked her lips and returned to the battlefield.
"Master, I'm low on magical energy too."
Utaha quickly ran over, looking at Ayato pitifully like a puppy.
As she leaned in, a glimpse of her roundness was unintentionally revealed.
Meeting Utaha's gaze, Ayato smiled.
How could he refuse when his servant initiated?
"Enough, that's quite enough."
Watching Ayato replenish his servants one after another, Gilgamesh was exceptionally angry.
After all, Ayato seemed to not regard him at all.
This was unbearable.
A golden sword emerged from the Gate of Babylon.
This sword was very strange. Though it resembled a longsword, the blade seemed to be formed of three interconnected cylinders.
The hilt slowly rotated, driving the spiral-shaped top like a spear tip.
[Origin +10082]
Ayato wiped his mouth and turned his gaze to Gilgamesh.
After his great increase in strength, he finally felt a trace of threat.
He knew,
This was not because of Gilgamesh himself.
But because of the Noble Phantasm in his hand, which defied description.
At the same time, Esdeath and the others also involuntarily stopped moving.
The indescribable pressure made them all tremble involuntarily.
"Mere Devil, to make me use this Noble Phantasm."
Gilgamesh gazed at Ayato, his cold voice echoing. "Even in death, you can be proud."
As his voice echoed, Gilgamesh made his move.
The strange sword in his hand began to spin rapidly.
Hum!
Space began to distort. A vast red storm surged from the blade.
The entire world, at this moment, seemed to be shaken.
"Enuma Elish."
The next moment, the Ea in Gilgamesh's hand swept out, unleashing a sky-filling red storm.
Wherever it passed,
Space itself seemed to be forcibly cut, revealing visible black cracks.
This was a true Anti-World Noble Phantasm.
Ea, the sword claimed to have the power to cleave the world.
Among the many Holy Sword-type Noble Phantasms, it was undeniably the one at the very top.
"Master, be careful!"
In an instant, the women's faces all drastically changed. They wanted to help.
But as they moved, they saw Ayato's smile, telling them not to act rashly.
Then,
Looking at the surging red storm, Ayato raised his hand and waved it casually.
At this moment,
Ayato finally struck with his full power.
The power of Origin Lightning Magic was unleashed to its fullest.
Hum!
Vast golden lightning, as if piercing the world, shot across the entire sky.
Its surging and magnificent pressure seemed to make the bright moon dim, the entire night sky bright as day.
Boom!
The red storm stalled for a moment, then, like rotten wood, was crushed into nothingness by the golden lightning as if destroying decay.
"..."
Artoria stood frozen in place.
Waver on the other side, looking at the vast, magnificent lightning, was completely dumbfounded.
Even Esdeath and the others felt their minds shake, their thoughts blank.
'What... what kind of power was this?'
"My Ea, how could it lose?"
Gilgamesh screamed, looking at the rolling golden lightning, feeling a wave of death approaching.
'What kind of monster was this Devil?'
'My Ea was completely outmatched?'
"Damn it! I will not lose!"
Gilgamesh roared. Countless Noble Phantasms, like a torrent, surged outward.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
But these Noble Phantasms, like moths to a flame, were swept away and extinguished by the golden lightning.
In a daze,
Gilgamesh could only watch as the golden lightning fell without any obstruction.