"To be honest, I'm still not quite used to getting the Holy Grail so easily," Da Vinci suddenly remarked as they left the temple.
She had expected a difficult battle, not such a smooth resolution.
"Actually, the Holy Grail is secondary. I don't believe that simply obtaining it will solve the problems of this Singularity." Mo Shuying spoke, and indeed, he was right.
Even with the Holy Grail, the Singularity showed no signs of recovery. Clearly, the distortion point of this world wasn't entirely due to the Holy Grail, or at least, the Holy Grail wasn't the primary cause.
"You mean?" Fujimaru Ritsuka frowned, then turned to look at the Great Temple. It seems... this Great Temple also appeared later and took over this area. It shouldn't belong to this world.
"...Ahem, I think the problem lies in the Holy City." Nitocris saw Mo Shuying and the others off. When she saw Fujimaru Ritsuka's gaze, she felt a pang of unease, as if her home base was being coveted.
"The Holy City? You've mentioned it a few times. What exactly is it??" Fujimaru Ritsuka asked curiously. So, Nitocris told everyone about the Holy City.
Soon after.
"Huh? Something like that happened?" Upon hearing that the Holy City was built by the Lion King and the Knights of the Round Table, Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at Artoria with a surprised expression.
"Why are you looking at me? She is her, and I am me. She is the Lion King, and I am now King Arthur. I am the true king of the Knights of the Round Table." The Artoria who had regained her memories was a truly matured king.
"So, what should we do next? Where should we go?" Mash asked.
Mo Shuying thought for a moment. If they didn't deal with the Lion King and the projected Holy Lance, this Singularity likely couldn't be repaired. The Lion King had already used the Holy Lance to create a protective space, allowing the attached world to survive the world's destruction, but it could only protect a few hundred people. This was the so-called Holy Selection, leaving only the most excellent individuals.
Therefore,
"Nitocris, which direction is the Holy City in?" Mo Shuying asked. Nitocris turned to look at Mo Shuying, hesitated for a moment, then pointed in a direction.
"Head straight in this direction. After leaving the desert, you'll see a plain. Cross the plain, then go over a mountain range, and you'll see that chalk-white city."
"Thank you." Mo Shuying confirmed the direction and nodded in thanks, then continued. "Nitocris, I don't see much of a future for you following this king of kings. Why don't you come with me? At least I won't casually lop off one of your hands or anything."
Mo Shuying considered directly poaching her. Nitocris's strength wasn't actually weak; she was an excellent Caster. What Mo Shuying lacked right now was a Caster, and if Nitocris were willing, he wouldn't mind at all.
But unfortunately,
"Please don't speak of His Majesty that way. If I hear you slandering His Majesty again, I will fight you to the death! Hmph!" Nitocris scoffed at Mo Shuying, then immediately changed her expression, reluctantly holding Fujimaru Ritsuka's hand, tears welling up in her eyes.
Mo Shuying was speechless. Why does it feel like if Fujimaru Ritsuka invited you, you'd agree immediately?!
"Alright then." Mo Shuying stopped making a fool of himself and walked at the front of the group, ready to leave.
The time for farewell had come.
With Nitocris waving goodbye, Artoria stepped on the gas, and the All-Terrain Vehicle sped away, significantly faster than when Da Vinci was driving it.
Riding A.
Aside from Phantasmal Beasts, Divine Beasts, and Dragons, Artoria could master any other riding tool, performing at 100% or even exceeding its capabilities. Even with unfamiliar vehicles, she would quickly grasp the most professional riding methods after gripping them, for example... airplanes, cars, motorcycles.
Clearly, the All-Terrain Vehicle was no exception. A faint aura of Mana enveloped the vehicle; at this moment, Artoria was the god of speed!
"Ooh-hoo~" Artoria possessed the Noble Phantasm, Wind King Barrier, which she had regained after recovering the Sword of Promised Victory. Its purpose was to control wind, allowing her to do many things.
For instance...
Acceleration!
*Rumble!*
Can you imagine? An All-Terrain Vehicle that originally couldn't go faster than 80 mph was now exceeding 150 mph?
Mo Shuying, in the passenger seat, had already buckled his seatbelt. He really wanted to suggest to Da Vinci that next time, they should install a brake in the passenger seat too!
It was fast, but the Wind King Barrier enveloped the entire vehicle, so there was no air turbulence inside. Sand and noise were completely blocked out, and the passengers in the back were quite comfortable.
They continued driving like this for over an hour.
"Boom!"
An armored vehicle, wreathed in airflow, burst from the desert, leaping high before landing on the plains.
This was a desolate plain, the ground cracked and dry, looking as if it had been scoured by some powerful force.
Da Vinci frowned. The mana in this area was even lower than in the desert; she couldn't understand what was going on.
Immediately, the All-Terrain Vehicle's speed increased again.
This dry land was much easier to traverse than the desert. The vehicle's speed surged, instantly approaching 200 mph!
The wheels kicked up clouds of dust, and the king's cheers echoed through the air.
However, there were some old inhabitants on this plain.
One by one, dry corpses rose from the ground. Ghostly lights flickered in their empty eye sockets, and they raised their withered hands, starting to walk towards the source of the sound, only to…
"*Bang!*"
"Hmm? Did His Majesty just hit something??"
A Ghoul that had just lifted its head was directly shattered. Artoria hadn't even seen what it was.
The remaining Ghouls could only sigh in despair, slowly following behind, eating dust. A few minutes later, with the All-Terrain Vehicle out of sight, they all collapsed back onto the ground.
At this moment, on the edge of the plain.
A group of civilians, a dozen ordinary people, huddled together, trembling.
Not far from them, a group of Knights in shining armor, riding swift horses, surrounded an Assassin. A red-haired Knight was fighting the Assassin with a sword, already suppressing and wounding them.
"Give up resisting. I'll make it quick for you."
The red-haired man said coldly, his eyes narrowed. Through the slits, one could see his calm gaze, but deep within, madness lurked. Life and death were utterly insignificant to him.
"Oh, quick, you say? Then I truly must thank this esteemed Knight. If I may ask, what do you plan to do with these ordinary people?"
The Assassin held a short blade, scoffing as they asked. These ordinary people were refugees they had rescued and were preparing to take back to the village for resettlement.
"They… we will naturally take them back to the Holy City and arrange everything properly."
The red-haired Knight spoke indifferently, glancing at the refugees without any change in expression.
"'Arrange everything properly,' you say! Does your 'proper arrangement' mean destroying everyone you don't need?!"
Anger laced the Assassin's voice. They had witnessed it firsthand: these Knights initiating the so-called Holy Selection! Killing a large number of helpless refugees—this was what these sanctimonious Knights did!
Hearing the Assassin's words, the red-haired Knight slowly opened their eyes, their cold gaze fixed on the Assassin. A few seconds later.
"You know too much."
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