Chapter 832

"Don't be in such a hurry! Wait for me!" Shakespeare's voice rang in Lin Ye's ear. He naturally knew that his Noble Phantasm definitely couldn't hold Lin Ye.

This barrier of his could actually be considered a type of Reality Marble, but most of it was actually illusions, which could inflict mental attacks through the performance of illusions. But the problem was... he wasn't familiar with Lin Ye, and he couldn't find ways to deal with him based on history like he could with other Servants. However, he wasn't without methods...

"Mr. Lin Ye, I know my Noble Phantasm might be useless against you, but there is someone who really wants to have a chat with you!"

Oh?

Lin Ye was stunned. He knew that Shakespeare could contact some Servants from the Throne of Heroes and pull them into this Noble Phantasm briefly, but would Lin Ye be afraid of this?

And just as Lin Ye was standing calmly in place, suddenly, a figure appeared before him!

Big eyes, clown-like robes, and a book in his hand.

"Gilles??? You again?"

Lin Ye looked at the person who appeared and was stunned. They say "once, twice, but not a third time"—this was the third time! Hadn't you, Gilles, recognized the gap between us yet?

And Gilles, who had just descended, was also stunned. When he saw Lin Ye clearly, he was also dumbfounded, and then...

"Damn it! Lin Ye!! Shakespeare! What the hell are you doing! Who told you to summon me! Quickly!! Send me back!!"

Shakespeare: "???"

"Hm? Gilles, wasn't it you who kept cursing Lin Ye in the Throne of Heroes? I'm helping you."

"Help my ass! I cursed him because I could only curse him! If I could beat him, I would have killed him long ago! Shakespeare! You pit-filling bastard! Send me back!!"

"..."

Good grief! You still dare to curse me behind my back?

Lin Ye was stunned for a moment, then sneered and walked to Gilles. He pressed his hand on Gilles's shoulder and looked at his face gently:

"Gilles... cursing people behind their backs is not a good habit."

Gilles: "..."

"Mystic Eyes of Death Perception!!!... Mystic Eyes of Petrification!!... Mystic Eyes of Distortion... Durendal... Excalibur!... Joyeuse!... Heavy Artillery!..."

*Bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang! *

One Noble Phantasm after another was used by Lin Ye, and all of them avoided Gilles's vital points!

"Ah!! Ah!! Ah!!"

Gilles's shrieks spread through the night sky. At this moment, Shakespeare, who was peeking, had only one thought.