The situation, which had seemed to be turning in their favor, reversed instantly. The Knights of the Round Table suddenly grew stronger, their injuries healing, catching everyone off guard.
With Tristan joining them, the resistance forces were losing combat effectiveness rapidly.
Gareth could no longer match the speed and strength of Gawain and Aslan's clash, so he turned to face the frenzied Knights of Justice. Arash and Tristan clashed at a distance, while Hassan and others did their best to protect the civilians who had come for the selection but nearly lost their lives.
Hassan of the Hundred Faces looked at the Knights of Justice surrounding him, gritted his teeth, and took a deep breath.
"Cursed Arms, Silence! Go eliminate the one commanding the Knights of Justice. Even if you can't kill him, at least hold him back. Leave these civilians to me to protect! Otherwise, even if you get them away, there will be countless casualties!"
Hassan's real body—a blue-haired woman with plump lips and strong muscles—stabbed a charging Knight of Justice with a black dagger. She grabbed the knight's wrist, twisted, and pierced the gap between the armor, stabbing into the spine at the neck.
No blood splattered—only black magical energy spread outward, and the heavy armor collapsed to the ground.
Cursed Arm and SIlence nodded dumbfounded. They realized Agravaine did not accept the outrageous protection. In that case, Agravaine was just an ordinary Heroic Spirit. If either of them engaged him and successfully released their Noble Phantasms, even if Agravaine did not die, he would be left half dead.
Without the constant surge of the Knights of Justice, the pressure on everyone would lessen considerably.
"We are a group and also individuals. As individuals, we are also a group. We are a hundred shadows with a hundred faces—go, [Delusional Zabanya]!"
One after another, assassins with dark skin, black robes, and masked faces emerged from the shadows. While some mad Knights of Justice couldn't react, the assassins worked together, twisting their heads off.
Although Curse Arm and Silence collaborated to assassinate Agravaine, he was protected by numerous Upright Knights. Also, as a member of the Knights of the Round Table and a civil servant, he was powerful. It seemed difficult to assassinate him quickly, but it was possible to prevent him from commanding the Upright Knights.
Aslan took a deep breath and looked at Gawain. He had to admit that, with their combined powers, it was truly difficult to fight Gawain!
Just as Aslan prepared to boil his dragon blood to activate his white dragon power and enter reversal mode, golden light appeared again in the sky. It was the Spear of the End of the Fixed World. This time, the power was much stronger than before. The goddess wielding the holy spear had clearly returned to her peak state.
The spear's target was naturally the evacuees.
Seeing this attack, Aslan's expression changed immediately. Besides himself, the only one who could confront the holy spear was his dragon. But he could not guarantee that when the dragon raised its treasure to the sky, it wouldn't fall due to the reaction force.
In this case, it would be safer to deal with the attack personally.
Of course, Aslan wanted to distance himself and summon his supreme masterpiece to clash with the spear, but there was a problem: Gawain was relentless. Perhaps because Gawain knew Aslan had ruined the sacred selection—blowing up even a corner of the city gate—he was determined.
"I've already caused so much trouble. Now that my king delivers divine punishment, I won't let anyone stop it!!"
"Don't even think about leaving me!!"
Waving the Holy Sword of the Sun, Gawain charged forward to engage Aslan, who was trying to retreat and summon the Supreme Masterpiece. Aslan sighed in frustration, watching the madman before him. Even if he forced open Distant Avalon and summoned the Supreme Masterpiece, Gawain would trap him within Avalon's barrier and try to drag him down.
"That's the way it is!"
"Melusine!!"
On the city wall, Melusine moved quickly to evade Mordred's direct attack with her treasure. However, Mordred, still crackling with thunder, swung her freed magic sword countless times before bringing it down on Melusine again.
The red thunder left deep scars on the city wall, but the goddess's magic quickly restored the damage.
"Though I want to collide with her, I can't break free!!"
If a Master were here, the benefits would be clear. After all, using a Command Spell to forcibly transfer was not like now—no one could easily escape these Knights of the Round Table.
The spear of light in the sky grew ever stronger. Watching the dazzling, sacred light, many widened their eyes in despair. To ordinary people, it was a divine skill!
At that moment, even Aslan, the Holy Paladin, found it difficult to calm everyone's hearts. After all, he was currently unable to free himself to confront this power.
While fending off Tristan's attack at a distance, Arash looked up at the sky. He thought he might be able to free his hands and handle the problem now. He was the only one who could receive this "Holy Punishment." If no other way remained, it would be acceptable to withdraw here to allow everyone else to retreat.
"Hundred Faces! Protect the civilians from the swordsmen sent by the knights as much as possible. I'll handle this attack!"
As Arash spoke, he drew the red longbow in his hand and raised his head to the sky.
"My Lord, the Most Holy! My Lord, the glorious one who grants wisdom, dignity, and power! Please watch over me..."
Before Arash could finish his invocation, another powerful magical force burst forth from behind everyone and shot into the sky.
"Dark Lake, come."
A dark blue flame suddenly erupted, spreading forward like a spear, then gathering at a point before shooting into the sky.
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