"Clang!"
Artoria struck with a powerful downward blow! Despite being at a disadvantage in terms of size and height, her single strike forced Gawain back!
"Is that what a knight should say, Gawain?!"
Artoria wielded her sword with both hands, attacking relentlessly, fueled by anger. Her speed and strength were greater than usual. Gawain gritted his teeth and held on, but his Holy Sword was knocked away, and Artoria's blade then pierced his chest!
However!
"What?!"
Even with the sharpness of the Sword of Promised Victory, the blow only just managed to penetrate his armor and graze his skin!
Gawain was reputed to be the most resilient knight among the Knights of the Round Table. His body had been tempered through countless trials, and especially when the sun was strong, his strength, defense, and stamina would receive a massive boost!
"Aaah!!"
Gawain raised his greatsword and brought it down on Artoria, but she leaped back, dodging the strike. Under the sunlight, the wound on Gawain's chest healed in the blink of an eye.
"My King! Your strength is far inferior to the Lion King's!"
Gawain cackled, but the next second, an iron knight's boot with barbs stomped onto his face.
"Thud!"
Artoria kicked Gawain, sending him flying into a wall before he bounced off it.
"Cough! Heh heh… You really don't hold back."
Gawain knelt, clutching his nose. But now that the fight had reached this point, he had let go of all reservations. Since he had already made his move, there was no need to hesitate further. With a wave of his hand!
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
Arrows immediately rained down on Artoria from the outer city walls. Silver-armored knights drew their bows, firing at Artoria.
"Hmph!"
Artoria easily blocked the arrows with her sword, but then!
"Thrum~"
"Lamenting Illusionary Performance."
"Swish swish swish swish!"
Suddenly, countless magical sound arrows surrounded Artoria. Tristan had made his move!
"Tristan! Even you?!"
Artoria erupted with a powerful surge of magic, but this was an attack from Tristan's Noble Phantasm—its power and speed were extremely formidable! Artoria was forced to retreat, dodging the volley of arrows.
"My King… This was just a warning. Next time, I won't miss."
Tristan had intentionally not locked onto Artoria this time, aiming only at the ground beneath her feet.
He bypassed the others and leaped to Gawain's side, clearly having made his choice.
"…"
Artoria gritted her teeth. Rebellions! All of them were rebelling!
Meanwhile, soldiers continuously emerged from the gates of the Holy City. These soldiers, armed with spears and swords, protected Gawain and Tristan behind them.
"Father! Be careful."
Mordred waved, and his black-armored berserker legion rushed forward, attempting to intercept these soldiers. But suddenly, numerous red chains flew down from the city wall. The chains struck the berserk knights, and soon, these knights turned their spears towards Mordred.
"Agravain!"
Mordred looked up at the city wall, where a black-armored man stood. He was Agravain, possessing the power to induce madness in knights, as well as a certain anti-Heroic Spirit Noble Phantasm.
"You have betrayed us again, Mordred."
Agravain sighed. Indeed, history was strikingly similar. If Mordred dared to rebel, then Lancelot, who was still patrolling outside, would surely rebel too! No, he had to find a way to kill him first!
"Agravain…"
Artoria felt a touch of emotion seeing Agravain. In truth, Agravain had been an excellent aide, managing all of Great Britain with great efficiency. The downfall of the Knights of the Round Table only began after Agravain's death.
"My King! You shouldn't be here. I apologize, but we have already sworn allegiance to the Lion King. We acknowledge that the King's ideals are the sole light of salvation. Therefore, I am truly sorry, and to everyone from Chaldea, you will now stand as opponents of the Holy City."
Agravain waved, and numerous archers appeared on the city walls, with more knights emerging from the city gate.
"Oh my, oh my… A gang fight? Looks like it's our turn to act."
Child Gil stepped onto the emerald stairs, his laughter arrogant.
Karna said nothing, but his Holy Lance was already in hand.
A great battle was imminent.
*"Rumble!!"*
The sky suddenly darkened. Large storm clouds obscured the heavens, and the sun's light vanished. The fiery aura around Gawain immediately extinguished.
Immediately after!
"Hum~"
A massive cone materialized in the air, spinning as it aimed down at Artoria and the others!
"Hey, hey, hey, hey, that's cheating! Pointing a weapon like that at us!"
Child Gil frowned. The enormous cone that had appeared before them was no simple object.
This was the true power of the Holy Lance, Rhongomyniad, manifesting. It wasn't just a projection like the one held by the Lion King.
This was the real deal! An attack unleashed by the divine spear that served as a pillar of the world!
"It's the King's attack! Quick! Retreat into the city! Don't get caught in it!"
Agravain shouted, and the knights who had charged out quickly rushed back.
Gawain and the others moved through the crowd towards the Holy City. Gawain looked back, taking one last glance at Artoria.
"Retreat!"
Mo Shuying yelled. In this situation, retreating was truly their only option.
Against such an attack, unless they had a great hero, there really wasn't a good way to counter it.
If Child Gil's power was complete, combined with a full-force Ea (Sword of Rupture), it might be possible, but everyone else was outmatched.
"Get in the car, quick!!"
Da Vinci sped over in a car. Everyone quickly piled in and raced towards the mountain!
But the light cone in the air slowly shifted direction, continuously aiming at them, then suddenly accelerated downwards!
"It's here!!"
"Together!! Block it!"
Mo Shuying turned and flew up, his aura changing as a Golden Sword appeared in his hand!
Karna also flew up, golden flames rising around him.
And Child Gil, Artoria, and Mordred all prepared to act. Mash brought out her shield; she would be the final line of defense.
But just then.
"Buzz!!"
A circular, purplish-black mirror suddenly appeared in front of them!
"Huh?!"
Da Vinci didn't even have time to hit the brakes and crashed straight into it. Mo Shuying instantly realized something when he saw the mirror. He grabbed Karna and rushed into it before the mirror shrank to its smallest size!
"Boom!!"
Outside, the light cone struck the ground. Its terrifying power transformed into a spherical energy ball that rapidly expanded, reducing everything in its path to dust.
Agravain, standing on the Holy City wall, watched the scene with a sigh. He hadn't seen the purplish-black mirror appear and only assumed that Artoria and the others had been annihilated by the Holy Lance's judgment.
Indeed, the Lion King is a true deity, possessing the power of life and death over all things. All who defy the Lion King's will shall receive divine judgment. I, Agravain, am determined to assist the Lion King this time in establishing a truly eternal thousand-year court, even if... it is only a small piece of eternity.
Agravain turned, looking at the highest palace within Camelot. There, was eternity.
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