Damn!

Archer's eyes were filled with murderous intent. He put away his unnecessary expression, leaving only grim coldness on his face.

Dazzling golden radiance lit up once more behind him, and over thirty Noble Phantasms suddenly appeared in the void. Blades of every shape and size spread out, each emanating terrifying waves of magical energy, no weaker than before!

Although Waver knew Archer was a wealthy tycoon who did not lack money, he still could not help staring in astonishment as Archer brought out so many Noble Phantasms again and again. He glanced at Rider beside him and found the other man deep in thought, seemingly planning something.

"Rider, what are you thinking?"

"I have a plan. I don't know whether it will work..."

Archer reined in his anger. His imposing bearing, paired with his stern features, made him look like a true king. Looking down arrogantly at Lancelot, he said in an indifferent, disdainful tone, "Mongrel, let me see how many times that itchy-handed bad habit of yours can last."

"Come, entertain me to your heart's content!"

As Archer's words fell, the Noble Phantasms floating in the void shot toward Lancelot at the same time. The golden gates did not disappear after launching their Noble Phantasms; instead, new ones began forming within them. It seemed that as long as Lancelot remained alive, Archer would keep firing.

The fierce wind howled as the Noble Phantasms tore through the air with sharp, hissing blasts!

Lancelot first swung his longsword and knocked aside the curved blade that had flown for his face. His body turned with his steps as he caught an incoming spear one-handed, using its momentum to slide backward. Knight Does Not Die with Empty Hands activated, and control of the spear immediately fell into his hands. Wielding Noble Phantasms in