Chapter 89: Camelot, leave everything to the sword
The clouds are burning like flames in the sky, making the color of this dusk particularly charming.
The highlands of the Judah Mountains are desolate and silent, and the earth is rendered a little bloody by the setting sun, as if foreshadowing the coming tragic war.
The Holy Land is surrounded by valleys and dry riverbeds. The city of Camelot stands majestically in the center of the plateau. Its flawless white walls seem to be coated with a layer of red-gold halo in the dusk, just like a heavenly city, extremely sacred.
The city still looks solemn and solemn, as if nothing happened, but the city is already busy.
"Ms. mist mist..."
The armor looked like golden scales in the sunset. Teams of knights marched with sonorous and powerful steps across the spacious main road lined with green trees. They quickly gathered from military camps in all directions like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea!
5,000 guerrilla troops led by "Knight of the Lake" Lancelot.
5,000 guerrilla troops led by "Rebel Knight" Mordred.
As well as the terrifying war golem that has made many Saracens fearful and has turned into a semi-heroic spirit, and 3000 solemn knights.
A dark group of people is gathering.
It can be said that, except for the necessary defenders, almost all the military forces that can be mobilized by the Holy City of Camelot are now assembled in the square in the center of the city.
This large-scale deployment of troops is not in line with the strategic deployment of defending the city.
The Lion King didn't seem to have any intention of retreating. This formation seemed to want to open up and go out of the city to fight the coalition forces!
Not counting the small number of troops that must be garrisoned, the Holy City of Camelot has about 13,000 troops. Compared with the coalition's 40,000 troops, there seems to be a huge disparity in strength.
But the predecessor of the "Lion King" is the King of Knights. It is obviously impossible for her to make the stupid mistake of hitting a stone with an egg, or even sending someone to death from a thousand miles away.
What gives the Holy Spear Goddess confidence is, of course, that the army in the Holy City is more elite than the coalition forces.
In the central square, the soldiers gathered were really powerful.
They wore silver armor, helmets, combat boots, and knight swords at their waists. The iron-blooded evil spirit lingered on their bodies, and they were almost armed to the teeth.
Even some archers are wearing light leather armor, wrist guards, greaves, riding boots... everything is available. The large bows on their backs are even more sophisticated, and the barbs on the arrows are polished until they glow with a cold light, which makes people intimidating.
.
These soldiers are well-trained and well-equipped. No wonder the mountain people who were able to defeat them before were reduced to pieces and ran away in panic.
The equipment gap is too big.
Even if we don't care about the strength comparison between Hassan and several Knights of the Round Table, such as Cursed Arms and Baimei, the Saracens, who are barely clothed, hungry, and don't have enough armor, are not equipped to fight against the Holy City.
Capital.
It can be said that if Renn had not strengthened it with "Infinite Arms", the Egyptian soldiers would not have such luxury.
Because ordinary soldiers do not have magic power in their bodies, and the Noble Phantasm is just a stronger and sharper weapon for them, Renn's move only equalized the strength of both sides, which was not enough to establish an absolute advantage.
There are also many types of soldiers in Camelot.
In addition to the most common archers and cavalry, shield soldiers, infantry and spearmen, there are also "artillery" that operate Sister Wang's Twelve End Pillars, and the lineup is very complete.
No wonder the Goddess of the Holy Spear is "mysteriously confident" and dares to send people out of the city to challenge the powerful coalition forces on the plateau.
"I still think it's better to stick to the city. Going out to fight is too risky."
Holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, Lancelot, wearing a set of exquisite purple armor, stood on a one-meter-high round platform in the center of the Holy City, looking at the tens of thousands of soldiers below and said in a deep voice.
Before Gawain, Tristan and the others could reply, the naughty boy Xiao Mo walked over with the cheating sword on his shoulder, grinning and mocking:
"What's wrong, Xiaolan, are you afraid?"
"Shut up! Don't use this title again..." The Yangtze River Knight's face turned cold.
Ever since Ren shouted this at the outpost...
"Xiaolan, Xiaolan, Xiaolan...hahahaha, what can you do to me just by calling me like that?" Xiao Mo burst into laughter.
Yangtze:"……"
Xiao Mo's attitude and the nickname "Sissy" made the Knight on the Lake have veins on his forehead and resist the urge to kill her with a sword.
He took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and did not look at Xiao Mo at all. Instead, he looked at the gloomy black knight next to him with hostile eyes, and asked in a cold tone:
"Age Guiwen, don't you have anything to explain? Are you trying to deceive the king and make her decide to risk going out of the city to fight?"
He launched an attack directly and was slapped with the label of being a bully.
He didn't even address him as "Qing", which shows how much the Yangtze River doesn't like this King Arthur's assistant.
He was even the one he was targeting at the beginning, but Xiao Mo intervened randomly and interfered.
Age Gifun, with Director Ken’s hairstyle, people’s teacher Soichiro Kuzuki’s face shape, Father Mapo’s eyes, and the indifferent expression of someone who owes me millions, at first glance he looks like a proper villain and
Traitor.
Faced with the cannon fire from the Yangtze River Knights, his face remained calm and his heart did not beat. He was full of aura as he showed no emotion or anger.
He didn't want to answer, but after glancing at Gawain, Tristan and others who seemed to have doubts in their eyes, he explained:
"This is the king's decision. I have tried to dissuade him...maybe the king has his own considerations."
"Hmph, maybe it's you who is tempting her!"
The Yangtze River Knight refused to give up and continued to fire, explaining what it means to be a high-level professional gangster.
Agguiwen's expression became even colder, and he looked at Lancelot like he was looking at a dead man:
"From your tone, it sounds like we are bound to lose.
The maximum number of coalition forces is only 50,000. It is impossible for them to put all their troops on the frontal battlefield. The Saracens are basically nothing to fear. The Sphinx Army has the Demonic Pillar to contain it... The only thing we have to deal with is Egypt.
Twenty thousand people from the four legions.
There are 13,000 people in the Holy City, 3,000 of whom are invincible solemn knights. Against the 20,000 Egyptians, the odds of winning are between 50 and 50.
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Knight on the Lake, don’t act like a coward and a ridiculous person all day long, maybe you don’t even have this courage anymore?”
"..."
His Excellency the Auxiliary Officer's counterattack was so sharp that Lancelot was speechless for a moment.
"That's right, why are you so cowardly?"
Xiao Mo carried the silver magic sword, chuckled, and patted the Yangtze River Knight on the shoulder, "They are just a bunch of chickens and dogs. There is no need to fight with them.
My father is mighty! We are about to go out of the city to kill them. Maybe let me charge with an elite cavalry, and I can cut through the formation in one fell swoop and beat the shit out of them!"
"..."
After being speechless for a moment, Lancelot's eyes were bright, leaving Xiao Mo alone and staring at the assistant officer, "This idea is too optimistic.
Moreover, if the king chooses to defend the city with all his strength, the chance of winning can be increased by at least 20%, what do you think, Ageguiwen?"
Your Excellency, the professional black assistant officer of the Yangtze River, has been persevering for twenty years and has brought fire to Agguiwen again.
Gawain, Xiao Mo and others suddenly raised their eyebrows, but they were relieved when they thought of the grudges between the two people.
Agguiwen hated the Knight of the Yangtze River very much. He believed that he shamelessly seduced Queen Guinevere. This not only insulted King Arthur's reputation, but also hid huge hidden dangers. Once the adultery was leaked, the king's majesty would be ruined.
He decided to lead someone to catch the traitor and get rid of Yang Jiang, a pig teammate who was holding him back. However, he did not expect that he would be counterattacked by Yang Jiang, who had a harder fist...
Lancelot also disliked the king's assistant officers very much. He originally only comforted each other spiritually with the queen and did not go beyond the rules.
If Ageguiwen hadn't brought someone to catch the adulterer and the matter was accidentally exposed, it wouldn't have led to the tragedy that followed...
"Hehehehe..."
Faced with the Yangtze River Knight's deliberate trouble, Tie Zhi Age Guiwen looked gloomy and wanted to fight back. At this time, a burst of silver bell-like laughter suddenly sounded.
Just like flowers blooming in spring, the crisp and sweet laughter dissipates a lot of the evil spirit of the military formation that filled the air.
Lancelot, Xiao Mo and others looked back.
The one who laughed was Morgan Le Fay, who was under strict supervision during this period, and only she could laugh so heart-stoppingly.
Hearing her sudden laughter, Siegfried immediately grabbed the hilt of the Sword of Dusk with five fingers. Tristan also put a finger on the "demon string" Philnot with an indifferent look.
The two of them stayed close together, guarding both sides of the witch behind the round platform in the central square.
If she makes the slightest move, he will kill her with a knife.
But this does not prevent Sister Wang from saying a few words.
Her sexy red lips curled up, her slim waist straightened out, and a charming and bright smile appeared on her pretty fair face, making people unable to take their eyes away.
His blue eyes swept across the several Knights of the Round Table present, and Morgan mocked unscrupulously:
"It's a time like this. Some are fighting among themselves, some are watching indifferently, and some are indifferent... Haha, we are so united. If you can win this, you will be damned.
The mud can't hold up the wall, so it's better to surrender as soon as possible and walk away with dignity in the end.
Maybe for the sake of you all being Knights of the Round Table, Ren can leave you with a more beautiful body, my good sons~"
Yangtze:"……"
He doesn't seem to be her son...
Xiao Mo: "..."
Ageguiwen: "..."
The rest: "..."
This was a slap in the face, but they found it difficult to refute.
Before the decisive battle, several teammates were still quarreling. This performance was indeed very low, giving people the feeling of taking jujube pills.
"Instead of talking about working together, let's put aside the conflicts for the time being, if you don't want to be completely defeated."
Even Siegfried, an outsider, couldn't stand it anymore and reminded him.
"Look, good sons, in Camelot, no outsider is more reliable than you." Morgan said sarcastically again.
Then, she turned her ice-blue sapphire-like eyes, crystal clear and glowing with beautiful light, to the tall, burly, white-haired and silver-armored dragon-slaying hero next to her:
"Siegfried, what about you?
During this period of time, you have also clearly seen the nature of this seemingly utopian city, as well as the style and purpose of the Lion King. Are you still planning to fight for Camelot?"
When she said this, all the Knights of the Round Table, including Gawain and Xiao Mo, focused their attention on this Nordic dragon-slaying hero.
After being here for so many days, Siegfried must have understood the meaning of things like "Holy Ba" and "Holy Judgment" even though he kept hiding it.
He is not a Knight of the Round Table, nor is he a member of Camelot.
If he dislikes what the Holy Spear Goddess does, he doesn't have to sacrifice his life for her.
After receiving the "blessing", Siegfried is now unable to attack or resist the goddess, because it is impossible for him to use the goddess's power to deal with the goddess.
But the goddess cannot control him like a puppet.
He could completely slack off his work, row in the water, or even drop his weapons in a decisive battle and let the enemy take his head, instead of helping the evil tyrants.
If he really does this and hangs up and kills people, it will be a huge loss that the Holy City of Camelot cannot bear...
They are currently at a slight disadvantage. Without Siegfried, whose top combat power is comparable to that of an exceptional servant under the blessing of the goddess, the final battle will be very difficult.
"..."
Facing the probing gazes of everyone present, Siegfried remained silent.
He doesn't like the behavior of the Solemn Knights massacring civilians, or the Lion King's use of the "Holy Judgment" to destroy villages one after another.
Although he has no independent opinions, it does not mean that he will like to kill innocent people indiscriminately, and he still kills so many people.
His silence also made the atmosphere depressive.
However, Siegfried must be willing to do this without intentionally sacrificing lives and going all out to fight for the Holy City of Camelot. Although Gawain, Lancelot and others were a little anxious, they did not dare to rush.
As time passed, the atmosphere became more and more depressing.
Xiao Mo finally couldn't bear it anymore and opened his eyes wide:
"Hey, Siegfried, you want to say something, tell me if you want to help me or not!"
"Help, I will do my best in this battle."
The dragon-slaying hero gave everyone the answer they wanted, making everyone feel relieved and a little confused at the same time.
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Sun Knight Gawain's expression was very calm, "I really want you to go all out to help us, but honestly, I can't think of a reason to convince you."
"Why not? Maybe he is afraid that if he refuses, we will tear him into pieces!"
A rebellious smile appeared on Xiao Mo's face, and the cold murderous intent in his body flashed away.
However, her words were not recognized, and the other knights of the Round Table looked at her like a fool.
Xiao Mo was a little embarrassed. He looked at the dragon-slaying hero and said with a smile:
"Okay, okay, I was just joking. A man like you is not afraid of death. Even if we threaten you with our lives, it is just a joke."
The other Knights of the Round Table did not refute this.
force?
This is simply not feasible. Even if Siegfried is afraid of death, people can still promise it first and then paddle when the fight begins.
Agguiwen looked at the white-haired man and said in a deep voice:
"Can you tell me why you chose to help us?"
"Perhaps you really want him to help you in your heart. He is helping you realize your wishes. He is such a heroic spirit who responds to your requests." Morgan smiled sweetly and interjected.
"No way, he is so obedient?" Xiao Mo was speechless.
Facing the curious gazes of Morgan and the knights, Siegfried sat down and placed the Sword of Dusk beside him.
"Yes and no."
The wind blew his flowing white hair, and he looked at the setting sun on the horizon with a calm gaze, "Actually, I am not a very independent or intelligent person.
I thought so.
Magic King Solomon (General Gai) = God.
The burning of human nature = the great flood that will destroy the world.
Noah = The Lion King.
Holy City=Noah’s Ark.
Your king said to me that reason tells her that Chaldea's hope of saving humanity is very slim, and the best way is to retain the fire for the next era.
She doesn't seem to believe in miracles.
Also, she seems to have no emotions at all.
There is no blood, no passion, no character that never admits defeat, no overestimating ideas... everything relies on calculation and absolute rationality.
To be honest, I don't know if she's right.
I choose to give everything to my sword.
If I lose, it proves me wrong.
This is the reason why I choose to fight, to see if this is a reenactment of the salvation myth, or a story of miracles and hope..."
The words of the dragon-slaying hero contain endless vicissitudes of life, echoing in this gorgeous and unbeatable chalk city for a long time.
At the beginning, mankind could not resist the Supreme God Yahweh, so it relied on the Ark of Salvation to retain the fire and survived the cleansing of the great flood.
Now, can humans resist the Magic King (Goetia)?
He didn't know the answer, so he had to use his sword to ask.