"So, the First Hassan agreed to help? That's wonderful!"
Inside the earthen room, everyone sat gathered. Cursed Arm Hassan realized he might have been made fun of, but he wasn't angry. After understanding the situation, he was actually quite excited.
"Yes, but he probably won't help us directly against the Lion King. So, we'll still have to deal with the Lion King ourselves."
Mo Shuying understood that even if King Hassan agreed to help, he wouldn't do too much. He believed in destiny, and in his view, the Lion King's destiny wasn't his to meddle with; someone else was meant to handle the Lion King.
And indeed, that was the case.
"As for the Lion King, leave it to me."
Artoria spoke. A battle between her and the Lion King was inevitable.
"Then, Gawain is mine. I'll take care of him."
Lancelot volunteered, but Mo Shuying considered it and asked, "Can you really deal with Gawain?"
By "deal with," Mo Shuying meant "kill."
"Well, I did beat him once before, dragging it out until dark and then delivering a harsh blow. But the current Gawain has the Eternal Day blessing; wherever he is, it's always daytime, like high noon. While exhausting Gawain's stamina would end this blessing, it would take a lot of time."
Lancelot was confident he could defeat Gawain, but it would require time.
"If you can't, let me. I'd like to see how many Noble Phantasms he can withstand from me."
Mordred said with a smile, but no sooner had she spoken than Artoria, who was beside her, smacked her on the head.
"Nonsense. In your current state, who knows who'd collapse first? This time, you won't participate in the main combat. You'll be with Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mash, protecting the knights and regular soldiers during the charge."
Mordred's Loss of Control blessing made her unsuitable for high-intensity combat, as she was prone to collapsing prematurely.
"Aw, wouldn't that be too boring?"
Mordred looked aggrieved. She still wanted to be Artoria's vanguard!
"I'll do it. If the sun is high, my strength will also increase."
Karna spoke, and everyone nodded. Only Mo Shuying frowned.
Lancer versus Saber? That's a bad matchup! Though it doesn't seem like there's such a direct counter here, it's better to be careful.
"Alright, Gawain is mine. Lancelot, you deal with Agravain, but be careful he doesn't use Mad Enhancement on himself. Master, you and the Assassins will move together to clear all obstacles before we reach the Lion King. My King, you are the main force, with Karna assisting. Gilles, Mash, Da Vinci, Mordred, Arash, you'll go with the main army. That's the strategy for now. There's still one problem: how do we break through the Holy City's energy barrier?"
After arranging so much, the most basic first barrier hadn't even been breached yet.
"The Holy City's energy barrier cannot be simply destroyed by attack. Even the Holy Lance's judgment attack itself cannot break it in one blow."
Lancelot spoke, as this was his area of expertise.
"This is..."
That was indeed a problem. To break through the Holy City's defenses, even using a Noble Phantasm, it might not be enough to penetrate the city.
While Karna's Noble Phantasm had a high output, it was an area-of-effect type and couldn't focus its power on a single point.
At present, the only thing worth trying was Artoria's Holy Lance Unleashed!
Mo Shuying looked at Artoria, wondering if he should ask Artoria to take on more.
But just then,
"Heh heh~ Hello everyone~ Amitābha~"
A cheerful voice rang out from outside the door. From the sound alone, it was clearly a beautiful woman.
"Hm? Servant presence!"
Everyone detected that the "uninvited guest" outside was a Servant. Instantly, four Assassins rushed out, with Mo Shuying close behind. Then, he saw this scene.
"No, no, no~ This humble monk means no offense. I'm just here to deliver a message."
It was a woman dressed as a monk, holding a staff in one hand and her other hand raised to her chest—a very prominent chest, indeed.
The four Hassans surrounded her. If this female monk made any move, she would likely be killed instantly.
"Everyone, don't be so murderous. I'm here on behalf of the King of Kings to deliver a message."
The female monk continued to explain. Mo Shuying walked over and asked, "The King of Kings? Ozymandias? What message?"
As soon as Mo Shuying spoke, the female monk's eyes lit up as if she had seen a long-lost relative. She looked at Mo Shuying and then bowed, saying, "The King of Kings asked this humble monk to deliver this message."
With that, the female monk puffed out her chest, raised her staff with her right arm, pointed it at Mo Shuying, and said in an arrogant tone, "I never expected you to actually gain the approval of King Hassan! Very well! Then, I shall bestow aid upon you. Do not fear the Holy City's barrier defenses. When the time comes, I shall lead my chariot and personally march forth. That is all."
After speaking, the female monk immediately reverted to her previous state, her face slightly flushed, seemingly a little embarrassed.
"That truly sounds like something the King of Kings would say. If that's the case, we'll have to trouble him. When the moon rises tomorrow, we will launch a full-scale attack. At that time, I hope the King of Kings will keep his promise."
The time was set for just after dark. It wasn't because they feared Gawain being a God of War during the day; with his Eternal Day blessing, he was a God of War at any time.
The reason was actually quite simple.
Tomorrow was the Holy Selection, scheduled by the Holy City to happen once a month. If they could blend in, they could directly enter the outer city and immediately occupy a corner of Camelot.
"Alright, I've noted the time, and I will relay it. Until tomorrow, then. Farewell."
The nun bowed again, then turned and left, dissolving into lotus flowers after a few steps.
"Can we trust... this person?"
Cursed Arm Hassan said in a deep voice, clearly displeased. He was annoyed that Mo Shuying had told someone their plan of action without clarifying anything. What if she leaked it? Wouldn't that be the end of them?
"Don't worry, this should be Monk Xuanzang, or Tang Sanzang, from the Journey to the West. I don't know why she became a woman, but regarding her trustworthiness, there's definitely no issue."
Mo Shuying had met Monk Xuanzang, the Journey to the West Practitioner, once before. That was shortly after he had just been summoned. Now that he thought about it, so much time had passed in a flash.
"Tang Sanzang? Her? That's quite a stretch!"
Da Vinci looked surprised. The legendary Tang Sanzang was a woman?
"You're one to talk!"
Mo Shuying rolled his eyes.
Da Vinci also rolled her eyes. Her historical portrait was of a white-bearded old man, and this body, shaped like the Mona Lisa's smile, had a certain technological component to it. One had to remember, while goods flowed, Da Vinci was iron-clad; a black marketeer, always present.
"If she's trustworthy, and with Ozymandias breaking through the barrier, we can free up our hands and focus on dealing with the Knights of the Round Table."
Fujimaru Ritsuka said earnestly.
Mo Shuying waved his hand dismissively.
"Tristan is dead, Lancelot and Mordred have switched sides. There are only a few left in the Holy City, what's there to be afraid of? We'll deal with them in minutes, don't worry."
Considering their side was full of talent, dealing with one Holy City would be effortless!
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