"Gather the weapons of the realm in Xianyang, melt down blades and arrowheads, and cast them into twelve golden statues!"
Chang Wei calmly recited the True Name of his Noble Phantasm. This was his Noble Phantasm—[Twelve Golden Statues]!
It could forcibly seize Noble Phantasms, items, and weapons below Rank A, then use them to forge the Twelve Golden Statues!
It could be said to completely counter Golden Flash and a whole host of Servants.
As Chang Wei released his Noble Phantasm's True Name, the seized Noble Phantasms began to merge.
They let out bursts of rumbling in the air, as though voicing their unwillingness and helplessness.
Yet before this mysterious power, they ultimately could not resist.
This meant that those Noble Phantasms had been destroyed and could not return to the Gate of Babylon.
Gathering the weapons of the realm in Xianyang, melting swords, blades, and arrowheads, and casting them into twelve metal statues was meant to weaken the people's ability to resist.
That was the terror of this Noble Phantasm. If Chang Wei were a Caster, he could even seize Rank A Noble Phantasms!
As more and more Noble Phantasms merged, the enormous golden statue gradually took shape.
It stood several zhang tall, lifelike as though a true god had descended into the world.
A powerful radiance shone from its body, illuminating the entire street. Beneath that light, every Servant and Master felt an indescribable sense of oppression.
Golden Flash stood on the battlefield, his expression dark as water.
As he stared at the enormous golden statue, his heart filled with shock and fury.
He had not expected Chang Wei to possess such a powerful Noble Phantasm, one capable of forcibly seizing the Noble Phantasms within his Gate of Babylon. What he found even more unacceptable was that Chang