Peng! ! !
A deafening buzz sounded at the heel of the city wall, and almost everyone else was clearing the way for Parcival.
The walls of the Holy Capital are extremely strong, and even with a city-defense weapon like Percival, it would be unrealistic to blast them open.
The light fell and the roar dissipated. The wall of the Holy City was indeed damaged, but the damage... didn't seem that big?
Not only Percival, but all the people fighting on the western battlefield had serious eyes.
What are their thoughts?
It is to blast through the city wall, directly enter the interior of the Holy Capital, and engage in street battles with these flying dragon knights. In the street fighting, the flying dragons, the advantage that the flying dragon knights rely on most, will become a constraint. This is the same as the cavalry, or in other words, the flying dragons A knight is also a kind of cavalry.
Like the flying dragons, the sphinxes rose into the sky and used their huge bodies and magic power to fight the flying dragons. Except for the battlefield with giant dragons, the overall level still showed an advantage.
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It is impossible for Percival to release the second Noble Phantasm in a short time, so at this time, it depends on Hato Tai.
Of all the people, only his and Percival's Noble Phantasms could cause enough damage to that beautiful but damn wall.
But it is not as easy for an archer to successfully liberate the Noble Phantasm and hit the target on such a chaotic battlefield as Percival.
At least, you have to eliminate some of the hostile forces before you can do it.
Hassan the Cursed Wrist has untied his own wrist, Hassan the Hundred-Looking Man has differentiated all of his personalities, and a thin but deadly poisonous mist floats around the body of the Silent Hassan.
Hassan of the Hundred Faces and Hassan of Silence were both fighting large numbers of enemies, while Hassan of the Cursed Arm, together with Bedivere, was fighting Tristan, who had transformed into a humble king.
Tristan was already extremely fast, but now that he had acquired a pair of white wings that were ragged but capable of supporting flight, his speed increased to a higher level. He moved quickly while drawing his harp-like long bow.
Fortunately, Cursed Wrist Hassan, Bedivere, can no longer keep up with Tristan's speed.
His strength was not speed to begin with. His position in the military was similar to that of Argue. Most of the time, he helped Arturia manage finances in the palace.
But even though he couldn't keep up with the speed, he could still barely see Tristan's arrow missing.
——Ping!
The sound of the piano sounded, but Bedivere had already raised his sword to block the invisible arrow. He concentrated on using his eyes and ears to capture Tristan's movements.
Hassan, the cursed arm, threw daggers around him, blocking Tristan's flight path.
It was of little use, as an ordinary dagger would almost be smashed directly by Tristan.
Tristan, who has been transformed into the body of a humble king, has almost completely improved compared to the original body. Even the muscles are visible to the naked eye. They are several times bigger.
The wrapped magic energy collided at a very fast speed, which could easily break Bedivere's ribs.
"This is not the way to go!"
Hassan, the cursed arm, gritted his teeth and stood back to back with Bedivere, blocking his huge and weird red arm in front of him, his eyes constantly following the movement of Tristan in the sky.
"That bastard's physical strength is almost endless. If we continue to stay here, we are almost waiting to die!"
"...Mr. Cursed Wrist, if I create an opportunity for you to catch Tristan..." Bedivere blocked Tristan's arrow again and missed it, with a serious look on his face. He said to the cursed Hassan behind him, "Can you directly kill Lord Tristan... here?"
Hassan, the Cursed Wrist, silently felt the despairingly powerful magic coming from Tristan in the sky, but a smile appeared on his lips.
"Comrade, believe me!"
There was an ominous feeling on his scarlet wrist, and there was determination in his tone.
"I'll send that guy straight to hell!"
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Unlike Bedivere, the battlefield between Hassan and Tristan, the battlefield between Lancelot and Gareth is somewhat evenly matched.
No, it's not evenly matched.
Gareth had a slight upper hand.
This was originally impossible. If we only talk about life, even if several Gareths come together, they are no match for Lancelot.
It's not that Gareth is too weak, but that Lancelot is too strong.
Anno's son was indeed the strongest in Britain after Anno retired.
Even the cause of Gareth's death was that during the round table meeting in the royal court, the crazy Lancelot kicked him in the chest. With that kick, Gareth's entire chest, including his armor, collapsed, and his heart Broken and died instantly.
Just one kick.
A knight who could reach the Round Table died.
Although there are situations where he is caught off guard, it is indeed an undisputed fact that Lancelot is stronger than Gareth, and much stronger.
However, now, Gareth, who had transformed into the body of a humble king, was actually vaguely suppressing Lancelot.
No, suppression is indeed a fact, but it is not because Gareth, who has a humble king's body, is stronger than Lancelot.
But because...
"Gareth, are you sad?"
Lancelot asked with a trembling voice while waving the holy sword.
He can feel it.
The wild beast in front of him exuded an aura of sadness that could make people collapse.
Its existence seems to be questioning——
Why? Why fight?
Why? Why fight?
The collapse of the Knights of the Round Table is doomed, and the collapse of Britain is doomed. As early as when King Arthur ascended the throne, Merlin came down to prophesy, but the only one he heard was Anno.
Annuo asked, but Merlin didn't answer. She reported to King Arthur, but King Arthur didn't care. She firmly believed that she could protect the country.
Then, Lancelot and Mordred transformed into miserable beasts in Camelot.
Just like Gareth in front of him, how pathetic, even more pathetic.
Now the identity has been reversed, but what the perpetrator wants to do is the same.
How ridiculous.
Lancelot probably understood Gareth's sadness.
He could feel that Gareth's weak consciousness that was still in this body was crying. She did not want to fight with her companions at the round table, nor did she want to fight for the wrong king.
Lancelot's heart felt like it was being stabbed by needles, and the pain was indescribable.
The ugly face of the humble king was covered with crystal and beautiful tears, as if he was laughing at something.
The spear hit the fallen holy sword. Lancelot and Gareth retreated together. Lancelot stumbled and almost fell.
However, Gareth continued to look like a beast and rushed towards Lancelot crazily.
She——she doesn’t want to fight with her companions from the round table anymore!
