The Noble Phantasm bombardment of the Gate of Babylon was terrifying, at least for Dantalian.
With her abilities, as long as she kept reading the Shield Book, she could protect Ye Ting and the others beneath the barrier. Unless she withdrew the defense herself, the Gate of Babylon could not harm those behind it.
But reading the Shield Book also consumed mental energy and mana.
Gilgamesh, however, was different.
He opened the prototypes of every Noble Phantasm through the Gate of Babylon and fired them at his enemies like bullets. The process consumed very little mana for Gilgamesh: those Noble Phantasms were already stored in his treasury, and the mana he actually used was merely what it took to activate the Gate of Babylon.
And as a Heroic Spirit summoned by Gaia, that amount of mana was far less than what Gaia replenished for him.
If this battle of attrition continued, Dantalian would undoubtedly be the first to collapse.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The unending explosions echoed across the entire battlefield.
Even the cries of battle from the main front were drowned out by the tremendous blasts.
Gilgamesh continuously increased the force of his attacks, as though testing his opponent's limits. He gradually raised both the rank and number of Noble Phantasms, until more than a dozen were fired in a single volley.
Then, the attacks abruptly stopped.
"Indeed, a masterful technique. Even in my era, there was no mage like you." That arrogant tone, like that of a king born to rule, rang out. Thick with pride and supreme disdain, it filled the air as the smoke and dust gradually dispersed, revealing that still utterly haughty figure.
He was practically looking down at people through his nostrils. Dantalian had once been a chief goddess and had endured to this day