Chapter 320: Command Spell

And the Black Tower, still standing in place, steadily points the purple‑black staff in her hand toward the sky.

The violet core at the staff's tip slows its rotation slightly, yet its light remains dazzling.

Her brown long hair flares wildly in the raging energy turbulence; beneath the brim of the Witch Hat, her eyes are terrifyingly calm as they swiftly analyze the collision data.

( Energy output 17.3% higher than estimated, Noble Phantasm annihilation efficiency 4.8% lower than calculated, opponent's energy reserve recovery rate abnormal, possibly external supplementation… Rule layer shows infinite augmentation? Trouble.)

( However, the accumulation of wealth remains merely a quantitative advantage, not a qualitative breakthrough.)

"Clamor."

She coldly utters the two words, and the staff jerks to a stop again!

This time, no massive energy sphere coalesces.

The violet core at the staff's tip suddenly splits into dozens of tiny light points, which, as if alive, instantly dart toward the space around Archer, then explode violently, turning into purple rhombic force‑field plates edged with swirling runes!

These force‑field plates interlock, and in the blink of an eye they construct a purple polyhedral prison around Archer that continuously contracts inward!

Within the prison's inner wall, countless fine violet bolts of lightning sprout like a net, exuding a powerful aura!

"Petty trick!"

Archer snorts coldly, and dozens of Noble Phantasms beside him instantly reverse direction, blasting toward the prison's inner wall!

However, the moment these Noble Phantasms touch the violet lightning net, they become mired as if in quicksand, their speed plummets, and the magical radiance on their surfaces is rapidly broken down!

Although they eventually pierce through, their power and speed are far diminished!

The Black Tower seeks precisely this momentary lag!

Her left hand's five fingers flick across the virtual control panel before her, and the staff in her right hand, guided by her will, begins to trace complex, graceful violet arcs in the air!

With each trace, a fist‑sized purple prism instantly forms at the tip of her staff, then, like a guided missile, it launches at a sharp angle toward the Archer temporarily trapped by the prison!

These violet prisms travel at extreme speed, their paths erratic, targeting gaps where Archer's defense is relatively thin or his Noble Phantasms cannot intercept in time!

Although each is weaker than the prior spiral energy sphere, their advantage lies in sheer number, speed, and sharp angles, forcing Archer to divide his attention further and preventing him from unleashing firepower as recklessly as before.

"Annoying flies!"

Archer grows impatient; this feeling of being restrained and harassed irks him greatly.

A flash of resolve flickers in his eyes, as if he has made up his mind.

"Caster! Do you think only you have this little Command Spell trick?!"

Archer suddenly lets out an indecipherable snicker, raises his right hand, and on the back of his hand the bright red Command Spell sigil—one of its lines—unexpectedly ignites with a dazzling glare at this moment!

It is not Master Yuanban Shichen's will, but Huan Long's subtle manipulation that forcibly activates the Master's Command Spell!

"By the name of the Command Spell—"

His voice carries a strange echo, as if traversing time and space.

"—to the King's Treasure, infusing it with an ever‑flowing magical power!"

Buzz—!!!

The Command Spell's light burns completely!

Simultaneously, a vast ocean‑like torrent of magic surges from the void into Archer's Spiritual Core!

The golden aura around him spikes instantly, his momentum soaring!

The dense golden ripples behind him, which already covered nearly half the night sky, at this moment spread explosively like a lake struck by a massive stone!

Onefold! Twofold! Fivefold! Tenfold!

More Noble Phantasm projections are summoned from deeper gates!

Swords like a forest, spears and halberds like rain!

Not only over the streets, but nearly half of Winterwood City's night sky is now cloaked by those dazzling, heart‑pounding endless golden ripples!

Like the true "Heavenly Treasure" of myth descending to the mortal realm, its grandeur and brilliance could shatter the spirit of any onlooker!

Unfortunately, only a handful can perceive this Illusion Realm scene, while the vast majority on Winterwood City's streets wrestle with the "hopping" worm inside them seeking an exit, and the ensuing bodily discomfort.

Stomach aches, butt aches—who has the leisure to look up at the sky?

Even if they look, they'll only see the ordinary night sky hidden beneath the Chang Ye Yue illusion.

In a sense, this abstract "collective gastrointestinal crisis" becomes the perfect curtain masking this over‑scaled battle.

"Do you see, Caster! This is the true bearing of the King! Before this supreme wealth, how much of your pitiful knowledge remains?!"

Archer spreads his arms as if embracing the entire golden sky, his voice brimming with unparalleled arrogance!

On the ground, the Black Tower looks up at the endless golden brilliance that nearly obscures stars and moon; her violet‑black eyes narrow slightly, showing not fear but a razor‑sharp glint deep within.

( Command Spell? No… this usage seems more like pure magical reinforcement? Master's consent? No, Huan Long? Or… perhaps the world's Rule itself permits Servants to use Command Spells under certain conditions?)

"Feel honored, Caster!"

Archer's voice, like a deity's decree, reverberates within the endless golden radiance, "You will witness the tip of The King's wealth! Then, with gratitude, become dust beneath this brilliance!"

He thrusts both hands downward forcefully!

The endless golden ripples covering the firmament shudder in unison!

In the next instant, a golden Noble Phantasm torrent a thousand times larger than any before cascades down like an inverted Milky Way and like countless stars falling, crashing toward the tiny Black Tower below!

The brilliance and might seem intent on erasing the entire Illusion Realm, and everything within it, from this world entirely!

The Black Tower gazes at this destructive celestial river, her brown hair whirling in the raging magical cyclone, the massive staff's violet core at its tip spinning to its limit, emitting a sharp hum.

Her expression shifts from icy arrogance to an extreme focus, with a glimmer of genuine, genius‑level interest.

( Over‑cover saturation strike… low efficiency, yet staggering total output…)

( However…)

( Calculation complete. Optimal solution: local spatial structure collapse, coordinated deflection.)

She thrusts the staff deep into the cracked earth beneath her feet, her hands rapidly forming a dazzling series of intricate magical sigils before her, each ripple invoking the surrounding space as if scripting the world's underlying code.

"Let those of you… who are immersed in the past's glorious relics…"

Her voice wasn't loud, but it clearly pierced the roar of the Noble Phantasm's fall.

"…Observe, the future's method of answering."

Purple‑black light, centered on her, collapsed inward like a black hole, then—suddenly burst forth!