From the center position, Arturia raised her new holy sword decorated with gold stripes and loudly issued the order for a general attack.
After a short but fierce bloody battle, the coalition forces had gained the upper hand.
The goddess called to the Demonic Pillar lurking in the valley, and sent out several Knights of the Round Table and the rest of the army to stop the decline.
Naturally, Artoria would not sit idly by and take advantage of your illness to kill you, so she used all her strength to attack you.
As the deputy commander, Tōta Tōta mounted his war horse and showed the heroic spirit of Japan's Heian period military commanders. He puffed out his chest and shouted loudly. This was the loudest voice ever made by mankind:
"Rise up, rise up! Proud warriors!
The monster has awakened and the enemy has arrived!
The spear should be wielded, and the huge shield should be used to engage the enemy.
We will fight bloody battles before the sun rises!
Charge! Charge! Charge to the Holy City!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed a huge horn from the flag officer and blew it with all his strength. Even the horn couldn't withstand the majestic force and exploded into pieces!
Around the great temple, horns from all areas of the army responded simultaneously, intertwining into a heroic symphony.
The flags were flying, the soldiers' blood was boiling, and their shouts were deafening.
Returning to the war-torn years, passion and courage filled the chest of the military commander Touta Touta. He rode away with his whip, and his morale suddenly soared to its peak!
"Charge! Charge!"
"Kill...kill towards the Holy Capital!"
Tripitaka, Mashu, Arash, Baimian Hassan... almost all the heroic spirits shouted and charged together, followed by groups of Egyptian cavalry holding bronze war spears.
However, the number of horses was limited after all, so the commander, the King of Knights, led more infantry to form an attacking square and follow the cavalry.
The armor light flashes, the evil aura shakes the surrounding areas, and the charge of thousands of troops is as unstoppable as a tsunami sweeping the earth!
There are many people on the battlefield, and it is easy to get confused. However, under the command of Touta Touta and Arturia, tens of thousands of troops charged together without any delay. One can imagine the level of these two people.
Facing such a powerful and unparalleled force of the coalition forces, the Knights of the Round Table, who had experienced hundreds of battles and also led the charge with the Solemn Knights and 10,000 guerrilla troops, all changed slightly.
In particular, Touta Tawara's morale-boosting words and his bravery in leading the charge made them feel a little regretful.
Gawain's eyes were filled with surprise as he stared at Touta Ikijuechen:
"In peacetime, he is completely different from the other two. Fujiwara Hidego. I never expected that he would turn out to be such a rare warrior on the battlefield."
Sanzang and Tōta had been guests in the Holy City for several months.
Normally, the master and apprentice are like a pair of living treasures, joking and joking all day long, but who would have thought of the critical moment...
A slightly ferocious smile appeared on Xiao Mo's face, he stared at the archer who was the bravest of the three armies and said coldly, "We should have killed him earlier instead of imprisoning him at will.
What do you think, Xiaolan?"
Some time ago, after leaving the Holy Capital, Touta accidentally broke into the Round Table Outpost, where he was imprisoned after being defeated by the Yangtze Knights.
"Well, we underestimated him before." Lancelot frowned.
At that time, he could have executed him directly, but unfortunately at that time, everyone did not pay attention to him at all, and they did not want to offend Sanzang... As a result, the coalition forces picked up a brave general in vain.
Even though there are so many heroic spirits in the coalition, there are only three who can actually fight.
The King of Knights, Ramesses II, an alternative pharaoh who likes to chariot himself into battle, and Touta Tawara, a general who can charge into battle. Although Xiaobei can do it, his health is too poor.
The Knight King is the leader, and the Sun King wants to fight against the goddess.
If there hadn't been Touta Tawara, there wouldn't have been anyone in the coalition army who could lead the charge. Their soldiers would never have been able to be as neatly formed as they are now, without a trace of chaos, and to attack like a rainbow with great momentum.
It can be said that Touta's value in the coalition is even greater than that of top-level servants like Sigurd and Scathach.
If I had killed him back then...
Gawain shook his head and suppressed the regret in his heart, regretting that this emotion had no effect on the battlefield.
"Knights, the world has come to an end! Everything will be burned to the ground, and only my king can grant the final salvation!"
"The Holy City is the last hope, the last habitat of mankind! The everlasting Utopia must not be tarnished!"
"Charge! Charge with me! Destroy all enemies who dare to invade!"
Gawain raised the Sun Sword and shouted loudly.
The flag was fluttering in the wind, and the white horse under him immediately spread its hooves and ran wildly!
As he advanced, the rays of the scorching sun dispersed the dim afterglow of dusk, as if a big sun was rising.
Bathed in brilliant brilliance, he is so sacred and can be called the incarnation of the highest ideal of chivalry. The knights of Camelot looked at him enthusiastically, watching their most noble knight of the sun, following him like a moth to a flame.
Looking at his figure, the horse gallops!
Tens of thousands of troops charged, kicking up billows of sand and dust, and the thunderous sound of horse hooves and the powerful and desolate sound of horns resounded through the sky.
They let out passionate roars and roars, raised their swords, and faced the tens of thousands of coalition troops who were also coming with the same momentum.
Holy City VS Allied Forces, all-out war, starts at this moment.
Smoke and dust flew into the air, roars resounded through the sky, the sound of horse hooves thundered, and the armor flashed... The distance of several kilometers passed almost instantly, and the two armies of the same strength collided with each other with a thunderous force!
"Ahhhhh! Kill, kill...!!"
"Kill, kill, kill...!!"
Spears pierced the chest, blades cut off heads, horses collided with their necks and their necks were twisted, and fallen soldiers were trampled to pieces... Tens of thousands of armies clashed, countless flesh and blood limbs flew across the field, and the scene was indescribably tragic.
Shouting, wailing, the clash of blades, the sound of muscles tearing and bones shattering, etc., all connected together!
The iron-blooded evil spirit was almost like substance, dyeing the sky red.
In such a battlefield, life is like grass and grass, being trampled on at will.
Only the strong can shine and shine.
boom!
The holy sword Galatine in Gawain's hand burned with a layer of blazing flames, shining like a star. He swept it lightly, and the flames swept across all directions, instantly burning dozens of Egyptian soldiers around him to ashes!
His power was so powerful that one man and one sword were like a hot iron piercing tofu, tearing apart a corner of the coalition's formation.
The cavalry behind him drove straight in, constantly tearing apart the defense line.
If no one stops it, the loopholes will get bigger and bigger until the coalition's front completely collapses like a flood bursting its banks.
"Gawain!"
Arturia personally blocked his way, her holy blue eyes locked on his, her eyes were a bit complicated.
"My king." Gawain held the Holy Sword of the Sun tightly, his brown hair dancing in the wind, his expression solemn, "We meet again, this time, I will not show mercy.
I will carry out the highest ideals of chivalry to the end of the world for the sake of the Lion King!"
"I have already felt this faith and this loyalty."
The hem of the blue skirt swayed, and King Da Mao nodded, raising the clear and bright Holy Sword of Stars in his hand, "But I don't agree with her. Civilization is moving forward. Human beings are no longer children. They don't need to be warm and comfortable forever among the gods.
Only in the cradle can we survive.
I don't want to convince you, either right or wrong.
So let’s do it, since we can’t reach an agreement, then use the sword to decide the future path of this world!”
Looking at the girl whose eyes were still as clear as a spring, Gawain fell into a trance.
She has indeed changed.
I have become more calm and calm. What remains unchanged is my pure and flawless heart, sincerity and kindness.
"King, I'm offended."
Gawain took a deep breath, suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart, and his eyes became sharp.
boom!
Huge fluctuations of magic power swept across all directions in an instant, and he flew towards the King of Knights. The holy sword Galatine in his hand trembled, releasing a radiant light as bright as the sun's corona!
The ground along the way melted under the high temperature, which shows how powerful the Sun Knight is.
Arturia also held the Neo Holy Sword tightly, and beautiful light like golden clouds gathered. She was bathed in countless light rains like a holy goddess.
Gawain shouted: "This sword is the incarnation of the sun...'The Sword of Victory (Excalibur Gallatin)'!"
"When evil appears, gather the breath of the stars - the holy sword of light, the second stage of liberation!" The King of Knights also shouted.
On one side is a corona-like halo of flames.
On one side is a torrent of golden particles.
The two of them ran with swords in hand, passing over the earth at a terrifying speed that broke the sound barrier. The two holy swords of the stars slashed at each other!
Boom──!!
Two extremely bright lightsabers crossed and collided with each other!
The torrent of flames and beams rose up in entanglement, and the energy continued to rise in the shape of a spiral tornado. In the stunned eyes of many soldiers on both sides, it roared straight into the sky!
Centered on where they stood, a surging wind of energy swept across all directions!
The layers of mud and sand were thrown away, the earth was cracking, and deep cracks were spreading all around. Sword lights could be seen flashing in the wild sand, and Gawain and Arturia were fighting fiercely in the flames and rain of light...
…
There is far more than one such fierce battle.
boom!
The magic sword in his hand was glowing with dark red blood. Xiao Mo smiled evilly and waved it a few times. A few bursts of red thunderous sword light reduced a group of Egyptian soldiers to charcoal!
Wearing armor with horn-like decorations, she looks like a demon.
"Weak, really weak."
She stepped over their corpses with a bloodthirsty smile, "What, you are so weak and can just stay at home and drink milk, why do you come here to die, don't you think so?"
Glancing at her ferocious beast-like gaze, the surviving Egyptian soldiers nearby suddenly turned pale and were dripping with cold sweat.
"I hate cowards." Xiao Mo sneered and waved the dark red magic sword.
boom!
Several rounds of red thunderous sword light tore through the ground along the way and struck those soldiers!
Just as they were waiting for death with despairing eyes, a burst of warm and soft Buddha light lit up in front of them, and the red thunder sword light, as red as blood, bombarded the golden Buddha light, but was bounced away one by one.
"How courageous are you? How dare you appear in front of me!"
Xiao Mo was stunned for a moment, looking at Xuanzang Sanzang who was not far away with Buddha's light on his body, and sneered, "My father said that you are an honored guest, so you are not allowed to neglect me. He said that maybe you can take Gareth's place... But the fact is
Prove her wrong!
You've come at the right time, I've been wanting to stab you for a long time, you're the one who eats everything!"
Sanzang had been eating and drinking in the Holy Capital for several months, so of course she knew her.
"Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate."
Miss Sanzang held a staff in her hand, chanted the Dharma chant, and walked over with a peaceful expression, "Donor Mordred, you are too murderous."
"Mercy? Too murderous?"
Xiao Mo suddenly burst out laughing, pointing her sword at the plateau that was gradually stained red with blood.
There were corpses lying on the devastated cold ground, with swords and swords everywhere, blood splattering, and wailing sounds that never stopped.
She sneered unceremoniously: "Monk, tell me, what kind of mercy can there be in a place like this? Don't laugh so hard."
"Ahhh...at least I can stop you from killing ordinary soldiers."
The strong smell of blood and the shrill screams on the battlefield made Miss Sanzang frown, and she yelled a little uncontrollably.
As a monk, she is really not used to this kind of scene.
"Oh, how are you going to stop me?"
Xiao Mo seemed to be ruthlessly laughing at her hypocrisy, "Are you going to kill me? Hahahaha... Ridiculous, right?"
"That's not true." Miss Sanzang corrected, "It's to save you."
"You hypocritical bald donkey, does salvation mean killing someone?" Xiao Mo snorted disdainfully.
"Of course not, you ignorant fool!"
Miss Sanzang put on a pretty face and shouted sweetly, "To be saved is to throw your soul into hell, go up a mountain of knives, go down into a sea of fire, wear a pipa bone, and boil a pan of oil...
When you cry for help and ask for help from Buddha, salvation will be completed, Mordred Almsgiver, it’s very simple, right?”
Xiao Mo: "..."
You call this transcendence?
Looking at the "compassionate" young monk, the naughty child who was always fearless shivered.
"Just kidding."
Seeing the rebellious knight with an unnatural expression, Miss Sanzang said with a smile, "How could I possibly do this if I am compassionate?"
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Having said that, Xiao Mo always feels a little cold.
(Nero: You Buddha is very merciful. When I was killed by the Holy King of Heavenly Wheels, I lay in prison for more than a thousand years.)
"Hmph, then let me try your skills."
Xiao Mo seemed to have exploded, gritting his teeth, and the magic sword with ominous blood lingering in his hand released thunder.
It is impossible to be cowardly, not even in this life.
The iron-headed child struck hard with the magic sword in her hand, the blood rainbow shone, and red thunder fell like a waterfall towards the demon monk!
Seeing this, Sanzang raised his palm filled with bright golden light to greet him.
boom!
Crimson thunder and golden Buddha light shone in all directions, and the mud and wild sand stirred up by the vibration drowned the two women who were fighting fiercely...
………
Not everyone is brave enough to die.
The battle was so brutal that before long some deserters appeared.
Tristan blocked the way of several deserters. His eyes were closed on his handsome face, and he gently plucked the magic string with a few fingers.
puff!
The air kept making shrill whistling sounds, and an invisible sound blade beheaded a soldier of the Holy City, and blood bloomed!
"Sir, please spare my life..."
The comrade next to him had a look of horror on his face.
Before he could finish his words, his body suddenly trembled, and bloody cracks appeared from his forehead to his crotch. The next second, blood flew violently, and his internal organs were scattered all over the floor.
"It's so sad."
Tristan stepped on the blood-stained ground and sighed, "Human courage disappears so quickly and cannot stand the test, just like a woman's tears.
How can a miracle happen with just this little will?
It is better to sleep peacefully in the eternal utopia and wait for the next world with no sadness, no wind and rain, always like spring all year round, and flowers in full bloom. This is the choice of fragile life."
He was killing deserters.
Kill both deserters from the Holy City and allied forces.
"Knight, humans are not as fragile as you think."
In the cold wind, a black shadow condensed into a human shape.
"Oh, you guys in the gutter, how dare you show up openly?" Tristan opened his eyes and sneered.
Hassan the Cursed Wrist was wrapped in a shabby black robe and blocked the path of the Son of Sorrow. The skull mask on his face trembled:
"Even on the corpses, daisies will bloom. Life is fragile, and courage can easily disperse like the wind, but the faith soaked in blood will be passed down from generation to generation.
Assassin Order, come and learn your skills!"
Black shadows flickered, murderous intent froze the air, and many clones of Silent Hassan and Hundred-faced Hassan appeared together.
Each of them held daggers that shimmered with cold light, and they surrounded Tristan together...
Everywhere on the battlefield, raging flames of war were ignited.