Even with the support of the Heart of Albion, there could be at most two or three hundred gates. That was more or less the limit.
However, the two things were fundamentally different.
Every sword Shirou projected was a supreme weapon worthy of being called a Noble Phantasm.
Combined with the extraordinary projection speed he had honed through thousands of years of battle—
Shirou's barrage of swords easily knocked down a large number of Vlad III's stakes.
"What?"
Lancer's expression shifted slightly.
This was the first time he had encountered an opponent he could not suppress.
During the Holy Grail War's preliminary battle, the Mage's Association had dispatched fifty elite magi—Lancer had killed forty-nine of them in an instant, then heavily wounded and deliberately let the last one escape.
The violence of numbers was what Vlad III took the greatest pride in.
Now, that confidence had been shaken. Only slightly, but undeniably.
"...Hmph."
It did not matter.
Vlad III still possessed two enormous advantages.
The first was the fame bonus granted by his homeland.
In Romania, and especially in Transylvania, his fame was at the highest possible level.
Although the power fluctuations brought by fame were not particularly great, this was a land where people held faith in Vlad III.
At the same time, Vlad III himself was a Servant who could make the greatest use of a fame bonus—
"Ghost General of the Nation," a skill that could treat a specific area as "his own territory."
While fighting within that territory, Lancer, as its king, received a status boost equivalent to "Mad Enhancement A."
On top of that was the magical power supplied by the Kaiser Family.
Hundreds of Artificial Lifeforms continuously supplied Vlad III with magical energy, allowing him to recklessly unleash an infinite number of "stakes."
There