Chapter 37: The Little Holy Grail Demon·Odd-headed King: You are Gilgamesh?

Chapter 37: The Little Holy Grail Demon·Odd-headed King: You are Gilgamesh?

The blood is flowing, sucked by the warm little mouth on the wrist.

Miss Illyasviel could feel that the mana of the half-crouching swordswoman in front of her was replenishing rapidly, and her aura was becoming more and more powerful. This was natural because both her hair and her blood contained a large amount of mana. With the skill of the Heart of the Lesser Holy Grail, she was equivalent to a walking humanoid mana nuclear power plant. If she wanted, she could even serve as seven Heroic Servants at the same time without any problem.

There are many sources of mana for Servants, the most important of which is the mama supplied by the Master.

But this does not mean that Servants cannot draw magic power from other places. For example, King Gilgamesh can take out collections from the Noble Phantasm to maintain his own magic power consumption, and some famous magi in the Age of Gods can even convert the vitality of ordinary people into mana.

However, in most cases, the quickest way to replenish mana is still "body-night exchange."

As for why she chose to replenish the mana of the swordswoman who was once her enemy?

It wasn't that she was touched by the other party's desire to form a serious alliance, but by King Gilgamesh, who had been beating her since birth.

Wherever she ran, the opponent's Noble Phantasm would explode, and the bombing she used was not of the same level as others. Everyone present had a chance to run away, but she couldn't.

At this time, in order to ensure her own safety, her primary enemy must become King Gilgamesh.

So how can you fight against King Gilgamesh and still be safe?

The answer is very simple: raise a big dad who can't live without her.

"Um, gu! I told you to be gentler..."

What is the biggest disadvantage of the three knight classes? That is, the high stats also consume a lot of mana.

Miss Illyasviel dared to fight against the swordswoman not long ago because she saw that the opponent was short of mana. Most of the time, she could only release a Noble Phantasm after casting a Command Seal or draining the Master's blood. And Emiya Kiritsugu was in a semi-coma and the opponent could not replenish the Command Seals, so she tried to kill the opponent with low blood in one blow.

As for Diarmuid, she is not very familiar with him, and the other master is not at the scene and can teleport away at any time, so she has a way out without fighting with King Gilgamesh.

King of Conquerors Iskandar has a very flexible chariot, and can also run away from the dock with his master.

Only the swordswoman and the master who have formed an alliance with her cannot easily break away. They have formed a perfect community of interests with her to fight against King Gilgamesh who attacked the entire place. After all, both of them are the weakest and cannot escape. She needs the swordswoman's beautiful numerical help, and the swordswoman also needs her mana. If either of them is missing, they will be defeated one by one by King Gilgamesh and killed here on the spot.

Of course, there are some problems in her blood, and her army of familiars are right next to Emiya Kiritsugu and Irisviel as a threat. If the other party dares to stab her in the back, she is also capable of dragging the other party to hell with her.

"Thank you for your hospitality. I swear on the honor of the Knight that I will never let you down. Until the final fair battle, you and I will be the most reliable allies, Caster."

The warmth on her arm gradually faded away, and the Saber's assurance rang in her ears.

Miss Illyasviel was worried about the other party's emotional intelligence after hearing this. This was the second time she had promised. Didn't this mean that she would have a fair duel with the other party in the end? Huh? She, an assassin, was having a fair duel with the three knights? How on earth could you tell that it was fair?

'I fight Saber? I fight the King of Great Britain? I fight the strongest class of three knights?'

'Will she win? She's sure to win.'

"Really, big sister? Then I swear to you on Caster's honor that our alliance will be unbreakable until the end of the Holy Grail War... Later!"

Snap!

 After a few seconds of absorbing mana, the five Noble Phantasms successfully broke through the blockade of the hundreds of familiars, piercing the atmosphere and turning into a stream of light, like a golden meteor reflected in Miss Illyasviel's eyes. They are getting bigger and bigger. B-level, those are all B-level Noble Phantasms. There is no doubt that King Gilgamesh is targeting her. Wherever she runs to, the Noble Phantasm thrown by that side will be one dimension higher!

Miss Illyasviel's pupils shrank suddenly. She was about to withdraw her arm from the hand of the swordswoman who was half-crouching in front of her like a knight, and tried to sneak into the shadows again to escape.

However, the next moment.

A violent hurricane-like magical force erupted.

bite!

The five Noble Phantasms were half a meter away from the swordswoman's back, as if they had suddenly hit an air wall, and could not move forward at all, and were suspended in mid-air!

"Don't worry, Caster..." The swordswoman released her mana to activate her A skill, bowed her head and saluted the back of her white hand, then slowly stood up.

Like a knight protecting a princess, she turned around, grasped the invisible sword tightly, and exhaled.

It swept into the air at an almost invisible speed.

"I feel like I'm really strong now. My dream is terrible."

Clang, crack!

 A burst of Noble Phantasms exploded in the air, but the dust and high temperature of the explosion did not spread at all. Miss Illyasviel could almost clearly see that the swordswoman was surrounded by a "wall" at this moment, a wall made of magical hurricanes. This was a skill that the opponent had never demonstrated before.

Even the impact of a B-rank Noble Phantasm could not break it easily, and it could only sway slowly in the hurricane. It was hard to imagine that the swordswoman had her blood supplying mana.

The intensity was totally different from before, or it was like they were two different people.

In fact, this is indeed the case. The consumption of mana released is huge, and compared with normal hand-to-hand combat, it is not worth using it multiple times. After all, the Holy Grail War is a competition of attributes and martial arts, and more often it is a competition of who has more mana. The swordswoman's master, Emiya Kiritsugu, is just an average magi's mana supplier. This kind of mana supply makes it difficult for her to release her Noble Phantasm with all her strength, not to mention releasing a sustainable shield. It is faster to just chop a few times to block.

But with Miss Illyasviel's mana offering, it's completely different. The swordswoman feels that her energy, spirit, and mind far exceed those of Emiya Kiritsugu when he was the Master.

Not to mention maintaining the skill for a short period of time to release a Noble Phantasm to block the thrown object, if the injury on the arm is not healable.

She even felt that if she sucked a few more mouthfuls of Miss Illyasviel's blood, she would be able to release her own Noble Phantasms continuously.

"Archer, you are a member of the same third knight class and a king, yet you are so rude and arrogant!"

"Where is your pride as a king? There are also weak ordinary people besides the Servants present. Where is the glory of the king when you show your fangs so indiscriminately? In my opinion, you are nothing more than a tyrant without any pride. The country you ruled during your lifetime must have lost its people's hearts!"

"Bastard You have divinity in you, right? Ridiculous. You clearly have human blood and divinity, but you still call others mongrel? Are you not agreeing with your own identity, or are you trying to use the fact that others are bastard kings to cover up the fact that you are a bastard? Oh, if this is the capital of your arrogance, then forgive me for being blunt, your kingly way is only this level!"

The smoke from the explosion dissipated, the two rounds of bombing were paused, and the swordswoman slashed through the darkness with an invisible sword in her holy green eyes, filled with anger.

She saw the power of the five B-rank Noble Phantasms rushing towards her. If Miss Illyasviel had not given her timely assistance, she would never have been able to defend against them all. At least one of the Noble Phantasms would have fallen to Kiritsugu Emiya and Irisviel behind her.

This kind of attack on ordinary people is not something that the lower four knights of the assassin class would do.

This made her extremely angry. Miss Illyasviel assassinated the Master as Caster because her strength was not good enough. Archer, one of the three knights, caught the Master and hit him hard, which really ruined the reputation of the three knights. Moreover, she had never offended the Golden King from beginning to end. The other party's arrogance of provoking the whole audience for no reason was really arrogant to the extreme.

"Saber, this is the first time you're this angry…" Irisviel was a little surprised.

After all, even not long ago, when Miss Illyasviel assassinated Emiya Kiritsugu.

Even the swordswoman had never made such an angry personal attack.

"Pretty sister, don't talk. Hide well. The Knight sister might be too worried about you~"

Miss Illyasviel pulled at her tattered hood, revealing her ruby ​​eyes, feeling guilty. Then, she took two steps back when the whole place fell silent again.

Her blood can indeed provide mana power, but her mana itself is malicious, so it is normal for it to slightly affect the user's personality, isn't it?

But to hear the swordswoman cursing so harshly, it was even more embarrassing to look at her quality level.

Her heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

"Haha, hahaha! Hahahahaha! Very good, very good, very good!"

King Gilgamesh laughed, and his laugh was very abrupt. Originally, the main purpose of his coming this time was to attack the interesting venomous snake Caster. He attacked others only because they claimed to be the king, so he also wanted to teach these miscellaneous magi a lesson from the true king.

But now it was different, the swordswoman had a very good perception and she actually sensed that he possessed divinity, and she turned around and used his words to call him a bastard tyrant.

"You are the King of Knight of the Kingdom of Britain, right? You are very good, just like that poisonous snake! You have successfully angered this king!"

Far away, Tohsaka Tokiomi, who was resting in the mansion, suddenly felt a pang of heartache.

"How dare you, a mere fake king and a bunch of miscellaneous magi, teach me the way of kingship? Since you want to seek your own death here, I will mercifully grant you death and send you back to the underworld to suffer all kinds of punishments!"

Above the sky, golden light flickered, and a golden key slowly emerged from the hand of the Golden King.

The next moment, the sky seemed to be illuminated by the sun, and sixty-four golden waves began to emerge.

'Who is the Caster between us? Is your mana really free?' Miss Illyasviel felt Irisviel trembling beside her and gently touched her back in comfort. This was a kind of psychological relaxation.

'Dear beautiful sister, don't be afraid, because I am afraid too!'

Boom! Crash!

The sixty-four Noble Phantasms turned, thrust, and flew.

Swords, spears, halberds, and all kinds of strange weapons were transformed into pure bows and arrows!

As the Golden King's raging rage fell like raindrops, they rushed forward with enormous mana. These could be called precious Noble Phantasms, and their levels had all reached B rank or above. If their true names could be released, they would surely destroy the world!

This was not simply anger due to provocation, but also his curiosity about the swordswoman's acquisition of Miss Illyasviel's mana. Drinking other people's blood could actually replenish mana, which was a horrifying and bizarre thing even in the Age of Gods.

The Master and the Servant can exchange body fluids to replenish mana, but it does not mean that Servants can share mana with each other.

He is now becoming more and more curious about Miss Illyasviel's true identity and more and more interested in her life, so he needs to reveal more about her.

It's like unveiling the dress of a coveted girl or opening a bottle of fine red wine that has been treasured for many years.

"Huh! Is this your full strength? That's all!"

The swordswoman snorted coldly, and the next moment her mana exploded, and the invisible sword brought about a hurricane.

She swung the sword with both hands and cut down the next Noble Phantasm. The terrifying double A values ​​of strength and agility were fully displayed at this moment. Every attack was the beauty of the 5A-level panel. Her speed was incredibly fast, and the sword exploded with a roar when it fell. This kind of power that she had never displayed in her heyday not long ago became a reality with the mana supply of Illyasviel!

Surpass and surpass again, each time the power is surpassed, carpet bombing was launched on the concrete ground of the port, but none of them affected the swordswoman's back!

Sufficient mana allowed her to transform small-range attacks into basic attacks. The Wind King roared and angrily recreated scenes from mythological history, which made the spectators unbelievable!

Miss Illyasviel looked a little frightened. In this kind of area and without fog, even if she could dodge so many B-rank Noble Phantasms, she would be half-crippled by the explosion. It could be said that she could defeat King Gilgamesh many times. The opponent only needed to let any Noble Phantasm hit her body once to make her retreat.

"We were enemies before, but now we are really turning our vulnerable backs to him?"

Iskandar, who used the blade at his waist to cut off the Noble Phantasm and was no longer attacked, couldn't help but sigh as he watched the scene.

They were mortal enemies who wanted to fight each other to death the moment before, but at this moment they became the best companions who relied on each other. This would be a miracle in the ancient battlefield.

The magi girl was not afraid that after the swordswoman obtained the mana supply, she would kick her away and backstab the alliance.

The swordswoman is not afraid that the magi girl will suddenly attack her from behind.

And she was not afraid that Caster would take the opportunity to kill the Master who had already shown her disgust.

What kind of trust is this? The magi girl can abandon the swordswoman, and the swordswoman can betray after gaining enough mana. Both sides can kick each other away, but they still fight against the enemy together like trusted partners.

"Maybe that's what a hero is. She always keeps her word, even in the Holy Grail War."

"Hahaha, that's because I was petty. I underestimated that little magi girl and the faith of that little knight king girl from Great Britain."

Hearing Diarmuid's helplessness not far away, the King of Conquerors smiled heroically and drew the sword from his waist again.

The chariot roared with thunder and its wheels surged with divine might, and then, ignoring the opinion of the dumbfounded Wever Velvet, it prepared to rush to the battlefield under the gaze of the man with two spears.

".......King of Conquerors, are you trying to use your numbers to bully the few?"

Diarmuid, holding his spear, understood the other party's intention.

"What do you mean by bullying the weak with the many? I'm just like what the little magi girl said before. When facing the strong and the weak, all we can do is unite and fight together until we defeat them and knock them to the ground. Who is the strong and who is the weak on the battlefield now? Noble knight, don't you understand?"

Iskandar had no shame at all in bullying the weak with his superior numbers and instead gave a serious explanation.

He brought up the reason why Miss Illyasviel and the swordswoman had just used the theory of the weak.

He was more or less convinced by his own shamelessness and nodded at the spearman as if he believed it, and then he took control of the battlefield without hesitation, stirring up arrogant thunder.

"That's right. This is the weak uniting the weak. My golden fellow, prepare your Noble Phantasms and give them to me. I will conquer and overthrow your tyrannical kingdom!"

His Thunder Chariot was marching forward to conquer, violent thunder and lightning burst out, and several strange-shaped Noble Phantasms that rushed towards the swordswoman were knocked down to the ground with a roar. He was not afraid of strong enemies, or rather, he liked strong enemies.

He is the king of conquerors, no matter how powerful the enemy or the world, no matter how insurmountable the mountain.

They will be conquered and trampled underfoot by his armies and his chariots.

"Well, well, well, I'm petty too. When will the hero consider treating the dragon fairly after defeating it?"

bite!

The moment after the King of Conquerors entered, a red spear followed and knocked down a Noble Phantasm!

"A fight between kings is not about defeating a dragon. Isn't this reason a bit far-fetched?"

The swordswoman released her mana and knocked down nearly ten Noble Phantasms again, and he couldn't help but smile.

"I can't help it. I am a knight but I am also a subject. My lord believes Archer is too powerful."

"You can unite with other heroes to drive him out first. I can't disobey the monarch's order, right?"

Diarmuid also smiled heartily, and his monarch Kayneth conveyed the message in the same way. The Golden King was too powerful, which was also a disadvantage.

"Then, let's get rid of the rude tyrant together first, and then have a fair fight between knights. What do you think, Caster? The four of us will work together tonight...... hm?"

However, there was no response from Miss Illyasviel behind her.

She was so focused that she was stunned at first, then turned her head to look behind her.

"Caster? Where are you going?"

The original magi girl had already run at least 20 meters, holding the dazed Irisviel's hand with one hand and dragging the semi-conscious Emiya Kiritsugu's collar with the other hand, and kept approaching the thick fog without stopping...