At the moment when he saw the heart full of magic crystals, Bai Hua understood that the so-called little chalice was not Illya herself, but the heart that had been transformed and was not at all human.

That's what the little grail is here for.

Therefore, when he saw Gilgamesh again, Bai Hua rarely did not have much anger.

Or, if Gilgamesh hadn't taken the heart, Bai Hua might have had a hard time.

However, the existence of Gilgamesh is the greatest threat.

This is true for Illya, and for all life.

"Thou art evil, the greatest evil, the thing that must be slain." Repeating what had already been said.

That's it, no matter what, Gilgamesh can't be spared, whether it's what the other party is going to do, or the other party's attitude of contemptuous of other people's lives, there should be no danger of this era.

Bai Hua swapped the Excalibur onto his left hand, which was wrapped in golden armarm, and raised it high above his head.

Immediately, a large amount of magic power condensed, and even the gorgeous armor on Bai Hua's body turned into spiritual light, gradually concentrating on the divine sword.

- Excalibur: Amaterasu

"-Bang-bang!"

"Boom ——!!!"

There was an infinite clash between weapons, and the sound of a symphony of swords and halberds constantly echoed in the hall.

Every time the collision exploded, the resulting impact made the already dilapidated castle even more ruined.

“17。”

The king in golden armor looked at the treasure projected by the door connecting his treasure house, and muttered numbers.

It can be found that the number of doors behind him is exactly 17.

"Then, add another one, a fake, and work hard to support it."

As if encouraging Archer, Gilgamesh's face was contemptuous for anyone to see.

The next moment, the number of doors behind Gilgamesh increased by one, and at the same time, a new round of treasures slowly stretched out, ready to attack the enemy.

Archer, who belonged to the opposing side, clenched his teeth and tried to skim back from the corner of his eye several times, but Gilgamesh did not give him a chance.

Helplessly, Archer gritted his teeth and copied the exact same Noble Phantasm that extended from the other party's treasure house.

"Projection – Begin!"

However, this is magic after all, and it takes time to build.

Whether it is the explanation of the composition of the bones of the armament, or the change and reinforcement of the construction materials, it is necessary to support technology.

Even if Archer is extremely proficient in [Projection Magic], and even has become a part of the body's instinct, it still takes a lot of effort and can't be as easy as the other party.

After all, all Gilgamesh had to do was open the 'door' and take the Noble Phantasm out of the vault and shoot it.

Archer, on the other hand, needs to go one more step.

The armaments behind both sides shot out at the same time.

Blades collide with blades, and swords stab at each other.

"-Bang ————!!!"

Sparks erupted in the air, and the weapon, which was almost the same in both material and appearance, shattered in an instant, returning to the original magic power and extinguishing it.

"Oh? Can this keep up? So, what about 19? ”

door, add another one.

It's a completely ironic test, testing the limits of Archer's projection magic time and time again.

"Don't say anything that won't work like this, fake, and bring more fun to this king."

Not at all distressed that the colliding treasures would be shattered to the point that they could not be recovered, a wicked smile appeared on the corner of Gilgamesh's mouth.

"Tsk! Isn't it okay yet······"

Archer reluctantly summoned his magic again.

He knew very well that if he continued like this, he would only make his chances of winning lower and lower, after all, the other party had an A+-level [acting alone], and he almost didn't need the support of the master.

If it is a war of attrition like now, which is purely a competition for magic power, the disadvantageous side must be yourself.

But he had to follow the other party's wishes, because this was the best choice to delay time without launching a full-scale battle.

Only with enough time can Bai Hua perform the healing technique, and Illya can leave safely.

"Projection – Begin!"

19 identical blades emerged.

"Oh?"

Gilgamesh sighed as if surprised.

Just when the new round of treasures of the two sides was about to collide, a serious voice sounded.

"Skyflame - Liberation."

"Bear ——!!!"

In just an instant, the temperature suddenly boiled, and the dust and ash that filled the air were suddenly scorched, and the stones that fell from the aftermath of the battle began to twist and dissolve.

In fact, the surrounding temperature has risen to a scorching heat that even the servant can hardly bear.

White flames with a hint of gold burned above the sword.

And Bai Hua, who was holding the sword, was too close to the flames, and the clothes on his upper body had turned into flying ashes, and the exposed muscles also showed symptoms of burns.

Only the left arm, which is wrapped in golden armour, can remain intact under the flames.

"This idiot, can't even control his own treasure?"

Archer looked stunned.

Although I know that Bai Hua's three treasures are all made by gods, and the previous two are just that, but as a part of the Heroic Spirit, even the divine sword that I can't control the power of, is this a joke?

"How did he get this sword when he was alive?"

The power of the instrument is beyond the control of the master's ability, and liberating the real name is tantamount to seeking death.

After becoming a Heroic Spirit, it doesn't matter, but the mortal body, how can he not hold such a divine sword, right?

Actually, Archer's guess was correct.

The Excalibur is not the possession of Bai Hua of the 'Second Battle', and he naturally does not have the corresponding control ability.

"I see, I see, bastard, bastard, you bastard!!"

Unlike Archer's surprise, Gilgamesh suddenly became furious.

From above the Excalibur, he felt the most disgusting aura.

- Divinity.

Pure, noble, evoking the memories that Gilgamesh buried in his heart, a deity that can never be forgiven.

It was the breath of a god who could not exist in this era and had long been abandoned by the world.

Yes, not demigods, or degraded divinities, but genuine divinities that can only be found by those true gods who exist in the age of the gods.

Even, at this moment, the divinity leaking from the divine sword has surpassed the divinity of those gods that Gilgamesh has ever seen.

This is also the reason why Gilgamesh treats Bai Hua as a trouble.

Previously it was just speculation, but now ······

"Death !! for this king"

With a furious voice, the space behind Gilgamesh was filled with gold.

In the next second, more than 100 treasures suddenly burst out.

In this regard, Bai Hua's face did not have the slightest wave.

"Suzhan chirps, and the storm is stirred."

The divine sword swung, and the violent wind swept the flames, and Bai Hua's body suddenly turned into a pure white ocean.

The space is constantly distorted by the scorching, and even a different scene can be seen.

That's not another world.

The burning of flames can even burn out the interval of time and space?

Then, the flames rained down on the Noble Phantasm.

“——！！！”

Nothing happened.

The wind gradually dissipated, and the flames retracted back on the Excalibur, and the group of treasures that shot out seemed to disappear, completely missing.

"You... You... Burned all the king's treasures? Gilgamesh's expression contorted, becoming hideous.

Archer glanced in the direction Illya and the others had left, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I'm really worried, my space can't stand the toss of these two guys, but it's time for a different battlefield."