NOVEL NEXT Chapter 97: Enraged Gilgamesh (BONUS)
"Dáinsleif, the cursed sword wielded by King Högni of Denmark in Norse mythology."
"Harpe, the blade that nullifies immortality. The hero Perseus used it to decapitate Medusa."
"Gram, the demonic sword of the sun, symbolizing both 'glory and destruction,' wielded by the Norse hero Sigurd."
"Vajra, the thunderbolt of Indra, the thunder and rain god of ancient Indian mythology. It is said to be a divine thunder weapon forged by the craftsman god Tvashtr."
As Rin calmly listed each of the Noble Phantasms materializing before Gilgamesh, Emiya Kiritsugu stood beside him in stunned silence.
'Is this… the wisdom of King Solomon?'
Kiritsugu's belief in Rin's identity grew even stronger.
After all, other than the King of Magecraft himself, who else could recognize all of Gilgamesh's treasures at a glance?
He didn't even consider the possibility Rin was bluffing. A being of such overwhelming strength wouldn't need to lie about something so trivial.
Of course, all of that was just Kiritsugu's own fantasy and had nothing to do with Rin.
Rin didn't have Solomon's wisdom.
But he did have the World Spirit, Violet.
With Violet's help, Rin's Appraisal skill had ascended to the level of a divine authority.
Any object that appeared before him, no matter how obscure, would be analyzed and its entire history revealed.
"This… how is this even possible?!"
Below, Waver trembled.
It wasn't just him—every Heroic Spirit and Master present was shaken to their core.
Heroic Spirits didn't necessarily have only one Noble Phantasm.
Some might possess two, maybe even three or four.
But even then, that was the limit.
Yet the golden Archer before them showed no such restriction, summoning weapon after weapon, each one legendary, each discarded after a single use.
And this wasn't even the first time.
In the previous battle with Assassin, Gilgamesh hadn't repeated a single Noble Phantasm.
"Can that Heroic Spirit… the one who suddenly appeared… can she hold out?"
Gilgamesh's display of force was so overwhelming that, for a moment, everyone forgot about Shion's identity.
Where did she come from?
Why was she protecting Frankenstein?
"Let's go!"
Gilgamesh clearly had no intention of waiting.
"Let this King see how long you can last with those filthy, unworthy hands!"
At his command, dozens of floating Noble Phantasms launched through the air toward Shion.
Boom!
The roar of explosions thundered through the city.
The glow of clashing Noble Phantasms illuminated the night like firecrackers tearing apart the darkness.
Just throwing weapons was creating this kind of destructive power.
Was that even possible?
The barrage of Noble Phantasms fell like rain, slamming into the streets of the warehouse district, transforming everything into a burning ruin.
And yet… the assault showed no sign of stopping.
Gilgamesh wasn't just sustaining the onslaught, he was intensifying it.
There was a simple reason.
Shion wasn't just surviving, she was fighting back harder.
She wielded a massive greatsword over two meters long, unleashing immense power with each swing.
She slashed, swept, blocked.
The movements were simple, yet every motion dismantled Gilgamesh's Noble Phantasms with shocking ease.
From six… to twelve… to twenty-four.
Shion danced across the battlefield as if walking through a garden, weaving between blades like a butterfly among flowers, slowly closing the distance between her and Gilgamesh.
"GET OUT OF HERE!"
The girl vaulted forward, arms raised high.
With both hands gripping her blade, she brought it crashing down. "GET OUT OF HERE!!"
"Damn it…"
Gilgamesh's expression darkened.
The greatsword split the ground with monstrous force, forcing him to retreat midair to avoid the strike.
Rumble~
The sword crashed into the earth.
The blow shook the entire district, fracturing streets and collapsing warehouses.
But it didn't end there.
Crack… crack… splash!
"Oh no!"
"Everyone up, now!"
"Irisviel!"
The already fragile warehouse district couldn't handle the strain. The entire area began to collapse.
Everyone quickly leapt to higher ground, jumping onto containers.
Only Shion and Gilgamesh remained on the ruined battlefield, still locked in a standoff.
"What an amusing toy. Fighting with you is actually kind of fun."
"Hey, shiny golden guy."
Shion grinned, a rare spark of excitement lighting her eyes.
"Got more toys? Come on, give me more!"
"You… insolent fool!!"
Gilgamesh's rage exploded.
"To think that I, who am to be revered, have been dragged down to stand on equal footing with you!"
His expression twisted with venomous fury.
"To show such disrespect… even ten thousand deaths wouldn't be enough to atone."
"You mongrel. I will erase your existence completely."
Buzz buzz buzz…
Golden light erupted like wildfire.
Space around Gilgamesh distorted, warping as if under divine pressure.
From within, a vast new arsenal emerged.
Spears, swords, axes, hammers, lances—some of which defied logic in their design.
The next wave consisted of one hundred and eight Noble Phantasms.
A divine spectacle.
Even Heroic Spirits like the King of Conquerors, Artoria, and Diarmuid could only fall silent.
"Oi… what kind of sick joke is this?"
"Counting the ones he's already thrown, how many does this Heroic Spirit even have?"
"Does he have an infinite stock of Noble Phantasms?!"
For the first time, the watching Masters felt the unfairness of the Holy Grail War.
Especially Diarmuid.
He had two spears and two swords but only got to bring two of them to this battle.
Yet this golden showoff was throwing around legendary artifacts like spare change.
Where was the justice in that?
Diarmuid clenched his fists, suppressing his envy. 'Is the gap between Heroic Spirits really this wide?'
Above it all, Rin watched the unfolding chaos with a pleased smile.
"Well done, Shion."
"Keep provoking him."
(To be continued.)
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