Low-ranking Noble Phantasms detonated directly, using the blast waves to restrict Alcaeus's movements. Weapons bearing curses were hurled wildly at his body, constantly weakening his strength. The highest-grade Divine Constructs, however, did not attack. Hidden within golden vortices, they merely extended their blades and watched their target with predatory intent.
Alcaeus neither dodged nor retreated. Raising his obsidian battle axe, he charged straight ahead. The immense magical power of the Codex of the Great Holy Grail empowered him, driving his strength to its utmost limit. Now, with the most soaring fighting spirit and the most violent means, he would crush the Golden King.
The heavy Great Axe was unbelievably nimble in Alcaeus's hands. The hero of myth strode forward in great steps. Though deadly weapons surrounded him, though being struck by any one of them could leave him gravely wounded, he walked as if taking a leisurely stroll.
Endless magical power gathered along the battle axe's edge, and scorching light erupted from it. It was the light of destruction. The nine released beams swallowed every Noble Phantasm before them and struck directly at Gilgamesh floating ahead.
Archer nimbly avoided the attack, but the beams at such close range were too dazzling, and he failed to launch a counterattack against Alcaeus in time.
"What an ugly light." Gilgamesh's voice was especially cold. "All I see within it is an obsession with revenge."
"You won't be able to speak like that much longer." Alcaeus pulled the sword that had pierced his abdomen from his body and tossed it aside. Thick blood dripped onto the Lion's Pelt, yet pain enough to make an ordinary person lose consciousness did not even make him frown. "I told you. I'll gouge out your eyes, rip out your heart, and make you die in agony."
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