Shirou Emiya watched Anno charge forward, already gripping two Holy Swords, and took a deep breath himself.
Since it had worked once, there was no reason it could not work a second time.
It would consume quite a bit of mana, but there was absolutely no problem using it here.
Closing his eyes, Shirou Emiya raised his empty left hand and gathered his mana once more.
Golden motes appeared in the surrounding air, slowly converging into Shirou Emiya's left hand.
"Hmph. Holy Swords."
Standing atop the platform Adelson had built from gemstones, Gilgamesh looked down at Anno and snorted coldly.
The mana output of those things truly was absurd. But since they were Noble Phantasms, it was only natural that his treasury contained such things as well.
Gilgamesh simply could not be bothered to use them.
When it came to the mana output of Noble Phantasms, the one in his hand would never lose to any Noble Phantasm.
But now... it seemed it was not yet time to settle things with one decisive blow.
That thing's shell was indeed extremely tough. That was secondary, though. While Gilgamesh held such evil things in utter contempt, its vile mana and sheer total reserves had indeed reached a terrifying level.
Had it been Gilgamesh in life, he would have merely cast the thing a cold glance before casually blasting it to death.
The current Gilgamesh was, after all, only a Servant. And without a Master, he had no way to steadily replenish his mana.
Like some rebellious traitor running across the ground while swinging a sword, once he unleashed a Noble Phantasm at full power, he would be spent in an instant. Gathering enough mana to fire off a second Noble Phantasm was simply impossible.
Therefore... Gilgamesh needed an opportunity to destroy the