While Fujimaru Ritsuka was urging the refugees to retreat, he always paid attention to what was happening on the high wall at the city gate.
What that familiar figure brings is not a sense of intimacy, but a strong threat.
Mordred is no longer the knight of Londinion who stood beside her at the London Singularity. Now she is just a dog and horse under the Lion King, and she is a clear enemy.
She was extremely anxious. There were only three solemn knights, Matthew, Da Vinci and Andersen, who were responsible for blocking them. But how could hundreds of solemn knights defend them? Many refugees had already been killed.
Annuo and Bindu were also entangled by the other two Knights of the Round Table and were unlikely to be able to escape for a while.
The only person you can rely on is yourself.
"Damn it... there is no way to release the Noble Phantasm here, otherwise watch me blow up all these iron cans into the sky!" Da Vinci was so angry that he was itching his teeth. He was also a follower of an artist, and she might be good at medical treatment.
It can't be compared with Lawrence, but in terms of aggressiveness...
Lawrence: I recognize Da Vinci’s aggressiveness.
"Then I'll do it!"
Andersen gritted his teeth: "As long as one of the two people above can quickly deal with his opponent, the pressure on our side will be a little less, right?"
"So--"
call--
He suddenly waved his arm and adjusted his glasses, and the magic power in his body began to surge.
"Although I can't do the same thing as that elder sister, I am still a Servant to a certain extent, right?" Andersen snapped his fingers, with a calm smile on his face. He did not lose the will to fight because of the obvious gap, "I believe it to some extent.
Let me go."
He raised his head, and a beautiful quill appeared in his hand, and a clean white paper was spread out in front of him.
There was nothing on the white paper.
The struggling figure of the white knight was reflected in his pupils.
"Then let me write your life."
The relaxed words muttered by Andersen were incompatible with the battlefield and bloodshed.
Annuo, who was fighting the rampaging Mordred, seemed to be aware of it and leaned back.
"The title is—yes! [Story for You] (Marchen Meines Lebens)—"
Andersen closed his eyes, with a smile on his lips, and quickly wrote on the blank paper.
"that's all!"
He tapped a point at the end of the white paper, and the white paper turned into a blue light and disappeared. Andersen threw away the quill in his hand with a satisfied smile.
An obvious sense of power appeared in Annuo's spiritual base.
"...Thank you, fairy tale writer." Annuo just thanked him. He was fighting now and didn't have much time to formally thank him.
Mordred ran away violently, and the Lion King's figure had disappeared at the gate of Camelot. The feeling she brought to Anno was very strange.
She is indeed Artoria herself, this is certain, but the other auras she possesses are also very mixed.
Not mentioning King Bei's aura, this is information that has been known for a long time. What An Nuo is confused about is...
Is there too much Lungominiade scent?
“Ahhhh——!!!”
Bang——Boom!!!
"Uh-" The battle above was extremely fierce, and occasionally a trace of magic would leak out and bombard the group of refugees. While fighting the solemn knights, Matthew had to pay attention to defend against these sudden attacks.
I don’t know why, I don’t know why——
There were tears on Matthew's face, and he was crying and fighting.
She didn't speak, she didn't even cry, but there were unconscious tears on her face as she fought hard.
She is much stronger than the Solemn Knight. Almost every blow can send a Solemn Knight flying far away. However, she always feels that her body is a little weak, and when she receives an attack, she is much more vulnerable than before.
why is that......
She cried silently, trying her best to focus her spirit so that she could seriously deal with the enemy in front of her, but in her heart, she murmured to herself.
Ah...what is the reason for this...
Looking at the battle in front of me, I feel so sad.
The grief was so painful that the hands focused on fighting became so weak.
But we still have to fight, we still have to... fight.
Anno's force is absolutely powerful. Mordred knows this. No one in Britain is Anno's opponent. Even Artoria, who has liberated half of the restraining Holy Lance, may not necessarily be Anno's opponent.
.
The quality of the holy light is never due to the sword itself, but to the person holding it.
Bang!!!
"Uh-"
It was because of this that Mordred activated the blessing called [Rampage] in himself.
but......
She took a step back, with a huge wound on her body, and her eyes showed horror even if she was not awake at all.
Annuo stood there like an insurmountable high wall, a high wall in the physical sense that could not be destroyed or climbed over, and was extremely firm.
Mordred, who had lost his mind, did not dare to attack again.
"Go away——!!!"
Gawain was distracted by Bindu's fast and fierce attack. Flames roared from the holy sword, temporarily forcing Bindu back.
With anger in his eyes, he raised his holy sword and shouted: "Mordred, protect the glory of my king!"
The rampaging Mordred clearly heard Gawain's call.
She mentioned Clarent, and stood up like Gawain.
"That's-" Bindu didn't go forward anymore, his pupils shrank.
That magic - it's not something simple.
"Get out of the way and leave it to me." Annuo stopped Bindu behind him, and also raised his holy sword.
This starting move is——
"This sword is a replica of the sun. The sun's flame that burns away all impure purifying flames——"
"Above Kamlan, knight in front of my king, here - cut off all evil!"
"This is the sword that cuts off all evil and prefers to be stained with the enemy's blood."
"Inhuman things, the silver end of enemies!"
The three people murmured words at the same time, and the swords of the three swords also flashed with dazzling light and roaring magic power.
"Mashu - retreat quickly!" Fujimaru Ritsuka shouted and grabbed Mashu because she found that Mashu was in a daze.
We can no longer stay under this city wall, it will collapse soon!
"[Excalibur Galatine]!!!"
"[The Sword of Radiance, at the side of my graceful father] (Clarent acpany Arthur)!!!"
"[Breaking evil and stained with blood·Chalkiness] (Chalkiness)!!!"
The moment Mashu was dragged away by Fujimaru Ritsuka, three roaring lights poured out from three different swords.