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Chapter 803: Mana is My Ultimate Noble Phantasm!
Chapter 803: Mana is My Ultimate Noble Phantasm!
"As a king who once opposed the gods and stood as a guardian of humanity, just like you, O Primordial King, let me witness your spirit and magnanimity. Let us see who is the greater between you and the Nameless Pharaoh, whom I once served!"
Upon learning that Yecheng had fought against the gods of his era and emerged victorious, only to be cursed, Gilgamesh couldn't help but view Yecheng with newfound respect.
The Heroic Spirits present were naturally skeptical of Yecheng's claims, but as they listened to his coherent and detailed account, his earnest demeanor seemed to lend credibility to his words.
When Yecheng proclaimed himself as the "Primordial King," even the golden-haired King, who had been sitting cross-legged at the top of the Ferris wheel, couldn't hide his astonishment. Despite his self-proclaimed title of "My King," countless rulers had come and gone throughout history, so how could Yecheng have deduced that he was the Primordial King, renowned as the Hero King?
Noticing Gilgamesh's surprise, Yecheng spun the onyx staff in his hand and drove it into the ground before him. He then brought his hands together in a gesture of prayer.
As a golden light appeared, a circular object with a triangular center and five pointed needles around its outer edge materialized on Yecheng's chest.
"I am the Guardian of Royal Power and the People, the Supreme High Priest. My life has been dedicated to the study of magic, and my accumulated knowledge has earned me the title of Wise Grand Mage.
This Noble Phantasm, the 'Millennium Wisdom Wheel,' symbolizes my wisdom and knowledge. Before my Noble Phantasm, no magic can harm me, and your true names are laid bare before me.
Even the Hero King of Mesopotamia, the oldest civilization in human history, where two-thirds of the population were gods and one-third were humans, is no exception to my power!"
With his true name revealed by Yecheng, even Gilgamesh couldn't contain his anger.
The other Heroic Spirits present also finally believed Yecheng's claims, convinced that his origins were indeed as he had stated.
After all, how else could he have discerned their true names so easily if not through the power of his Noble Phantasm?
"Caster, I will make sure to eliminate you tonight!"
In truth, King Gilgamesh wasn't as concerned about his true name being exposed as one might expect. His anger stemmed primarily from Yecheng's repeated disrespect towards him.
As the most arrogant of kings, Gilgamesh was accustomed to being in control, but tonight, he had been outclassed in both words and aura.
"I've been waiting for this moment, Hero King. Let me witness your strength."
Seeing Yecheng's defiant stance, King Gilgamesh had no more words. The golden ripples behind him nearly engulfed the amusement park, and despite the late hour, the light from the numerous Noble Phantasms illuminated the surroundings as bright as day.
As countless Noble Phantasms rained down upon him like a storm, Yecheng remained calm. He enhanced his onyx staff with a strengthening spell.
Among the seven classes, the Archer class was known to be the natural counter to the Caster class.
It was common knowledge that Casters were not adept at direct combat, and summoned Heroic Spirits often possessed anti-magic abilities, limiting the damage caused by Caster's magic.
Conversely, if a Caster failed to control the flow of battle, they were unlikely to win in a one-on-one confrontation with other classes.
No matter how powerful a Caster's magic, the time required for incantations left them vulnerable to close-range attacks from classes like Saber.
Archer, as a Servant of the Archer class, is even more formidable, as the opponent requires a close-range Caster.
Could the opponent's magic chanting speed possibly surpass the swiftness of his arrow's flight?
This is also the reason why, among the seven classes, Archer is considered the natural counter to Caster.
"Caster, become the first Heroic Spirit to atone in the Holy Grail. Before my 'King's Treasury,' I shall not grant you a moment to chant your magic."
Gazing upon the night city, soon to be riddled with wounds from his unleashed Noble Phantasm, Gilgamesh's face finally regained its former confident expression.
Even if Caster's Noble Phantasm and innate skills were stronger, what use would they be if Caster couldn't utilize magic? Such a Servant would be no more than a third-rate Heroic Spirit.
The opponent's greatest mistake was daring to provoke him, a suicidal act.
"These are indeed remarkable weapons. I can sense the souls of their former owners, who once accompanied them in battle.
However, it is a pity that such excellent weapons have now degraded into mere projectiles with a singular attack method.
If these Noble Phantasms were to be utilized to their full potential, this Mage might need to retreat a step or two. But faced with a mere torrent of weapons, how could I, the Mage, be forced to retreat even a fraction of an inch?"
As Night City spoke, he brandished the Onyx Staff in his hand like a spear.
"Ding—Ding—Ding—Ding!"
With a dazzling display of spear-dancing, Night City managed to deflect almost every single Noble Phantasm thrown by Gilgamesh, preventing them from getting within a meter of him.
"Damn it, another show-off trying to flaunt their circus-like skills before me!"
Witnessing his numerous Noble Phantasms being successfully blocked by Night City, Gilgamesh snapped his fingers once more.
In an instant, the entire night sky transformed into a golden ocean, countless Noble Phantasms surrounding Night City from nearly every angle.
"I shall see if your skills can save you from this predicament. Even if you manage to withstand the first wave, what about the second and third?"
"Your desperate struggle is akin to a caged beast's final fight, ultimately dying in resentment. This is your inevitable fate, the role I have assigned you."
As a Servant of the Caster class, Night City's martial prowess surprised Gilgamesh.
However, compared to the Berserker who had previously stolen his Noble Phantasm, Night City, in Gilgamesh's eyes, was not a formidable opponent.
What good is fighting ability when his Noble Phantasm could be continuously retrieved and reused unless destroyed by a minotaur or self-destructed? Under such an endless onslaught, Caster had no choice but to be worn down, with almost no other possibility.
Surrounded by the golden ripples and with Gilgamesh standing above, exuding confidence, Night City, holding the Onyx Staff, smirked slightly. "It seems I've been underestimated.
Indeed, among all classes, Casters are arguably the weakest in direct combat.
But Casters also have their advantages, don't they? When it comes to mana, Casters are arguably the most powerful among all classes.
I, the Mage, do not lack offensive Noble Phantasms, not because I don't have them, but because I don't need them. My mana is my most potent weapon.
Mana Shackles—Release! Mana Burst—!"
(End of Chapter)
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