Watching this, Iskandar's mouth twitched. "You..."
"What? Does it hurt?"
"No."
Iskandar took a deep breath. "I was just wondering how many Noble Phantasms you threw out in that one go."
Young Gilgamesh thought for a moment and answered in all seriousness, "About three thousand."
Such wealth stunned Iskandar into silence.
Three thousand Noble Phantasms.
Just to kill two snakes... Damn it! I'm so jealous. I really do still want them!
"What a waste..."
Iskandar muttered, then took a deep breath and looked back into the depths of the flames.
The two Divine Serpents had vanished, but that figure remained.
She still hovered amid the flames, her golden eyes looking down upon everything below.
Iskandar gave the order. "Keep advancing!"
The army behind him began moving again.
Tens of thousands charged at once, a sight enough to strike fear into anyone.
Clad in Noble Phantasms, the Heroic Spirits swept through the flames like a torrent of steel, charging toward the figure suspended in the air.
They brandished their weapons and unleashed their magical energy, each strike powerful enough to destroy a building.
The Seraphim raised a hand, unleashing the true Heavenly Fire. "The work of burning is done. You who usurp the temple, welcome the scorching heat. Genuis Destructio Sodomae."
The flames obeyed the Seraphim's command and collapsed inward.
The blaze that had burned for six days suddenly contracted, compressing to its limit, compressing into a single point, then erupting in an instant.
Flames spread from that point in every direction, devouring everything.
They did not burn, but replaced: they replaced "reality" with "flames," and "the world" with "judgment."
Iskandar's army charged through the flames.
Those Heroic Spirits clad in Noble Phantasms were all heroes of Human History, each possessing the power to turn the tide of battle.
But the