Andersen's Noble Phantasm [Story for You] (Marchen Meines Lebens) is to project a person's "perfect and ideal image" by embodying a person's life and attitude on paper, and then through this
The ideal image is reflected on his own body, thereby achieving the purpose of strengthening.
Annuo, who had endured the strengthening of idealization, used his own holy light to block Gawain's holy light and the rampant Mordred's Noble Phantasm, covering the retreat of a large number of refugees.
He originally wanted to summon the Storm King and two other round tables to try to attack again, but the retreat of the refugees was not completed, and a third figure also appeared on the city wall. The figure had red hair and a melancholy expression.
Drawing a long bow is full of warning.
Anno is very strong, it’s true. He is so strong that he can even fight Gawain during the day and the rampaging Mordred by himself, but he cannot protect Fujimaru Ritsuka and other refugees from Tristan’s arrows. If
If Mordred's [Rampage] and Gawain's ability to suddenly turn night into day are both [blessings] given by the Lion King, then there is no reason why Tristan should not have such a blessing.
And...this blessing probably had a huge impact on his character and even personality.
Judging from the two points that Tristan did not hesitate to massacre civilians and ordered his subordinates to use their lives to delay his escape, the current Tristan and the melancholy and sad, but actually gentle and kind knight have long been different.
Alone.
Now...he is just a weapon that is more emotionless than a sharp sword. The Lion King holds this weapon and starts slaughtering the earth.
The three knights of the round table who have been strengthened and whose temperament has changed drastically, the three knights of the round table who don't know where they are, Agguiven, Gareth, and Lancelot, as well as the flying dragon flying in the sky, and who knows where they are?
The Lion King, who knows how to take action, will take action when, and the body of the White Dragon, the Lion King's mount, will rise into the sky without knowing when.
Annuo could feel the huge and terrifying power within the Holy Capital, even standing at the city gate.
Therefore, the order given by Fujimaru Ritsuka to Anno was to retreat.
Three knights, Annuo, Bindu and Percival, covered the retreat of the refugees. They waited until most of the refugees were out of the pursuit range of the solemn knights before they withdrew.
Fujimaru Ritsuka never thought of saving everyone, maybe this is why she was not chosen by the Lion King's Holy Spear.
But her thoughts are actually simpler.
That is to save as many people as possible who are suffering from disasters in your sight without harming your own goals.
Gawain's physical strength is endless, and the rampaging Mordred is much stronger than imagined. The battle between the six Knights of the Round Table cannot quickly determine the outcome, even with Anno. Facing an unknown enemy,
Retreating temporarily after getting enough information is the best choice.
The dragons got the order, swooped down, and chased the fleeing refugees. Arturia Alter, Bedivere and Matthew tried their best to block it, while the solemn knights were mostly blocked by Da Vinci. She
Using his own Noble Phantasm, a shot of [Uomo Universale] blew up many solemn knights, buying valuable time for the large number of refugees to retreat.
And all this will settle after the real sun rises.
...
Outside the Lion King's temple, the three Knights of the Round Table stood there neatly, lowering their heads and remaining silent.
They were Gawain, Tristan, and Mordred who were fighting Chaldea at the city gate.
Except for Tristan, Gawain and Mordred all had solemn expressions on their faces, and there was a sadness in their eyes that reflected the ground of the church that was difficult for others to see.
The Knights of the Round Table... The Knights of the Round Table, who were united until the end, now point their swords at each other.
This is......
What an incredible fact.
Except for Lancelot and Mordred, who were swayed by the conspiracy and could not help themselves, there was never any betrayal in the round table, let alone fighting with each other.
This is even the first time that a confrontation occurs in the context of subjective consciousness.
Agguiwen left the Lion King's room with his back, closed the gorgeous and huge door, and then turned around.
"The king has fallen asleep. Disgraced knights, if you have anything to report, you can summarize it to me first, and I will report it to the king later." Agguiwen looked at the three Knights of the Round Table with a slight expression in his eyes.
There was anger, but more of it was sighing.
White Knight Anno...
If the opponent were him...it would be difficult to fight against these three people alone.
"I'm sorry, Agegui Wenqing..." Gawain walked out first and said a little lonely, "It's my responsibility for not being able to complete the Holy Selection and Holy Punishment."
"No, Gao Wenqing has undoubtedly taken action with all his strength." Mordred was a little anxious and took a step forward and said, "It was because I lost my mind that..."
"You don't need to say more." Agguiwen turned sideways and interrupted the two knights. "The king knows what you have done, and he also knows that you have definitely taken action with all your strength."
"It's only because we are facing the former master of the Round Table, Anno of the Wall of Britain, that the battle is so difficult."
"but......"
Agguiwen's eyes became a little fierce as he looked at his biological brother and descendants.
"You should know that this does not excuse you from failing in your duties."
"It has caused unnecessary impact on Shengba. Even if you are a Knight of the Round Table, you will not be able to escape the death penalty!"
The three of them lowered their heads even lower and fell silent.
Yes, by influencing Shengba and adding changes to the situation, even the Knights of the Round Table will definitely not be able to escape the death penalty.
"Then, let me end my life with my own hands... It's really sad." Tristan sighed softly, his hand already on the hilt of the sword, "The one who can execute the Knights of the Round Table
, there is only one king, but if the king is allowed to cut off the heads of the Knights of the Round Table..."
"That scene is too depressing..."
Mordred and Gawain turned their faces to look at Tristan who had drawn his sword, and they were both a little touched.
"Do you want your blood to pollute the king's palace?" Agguiwen's stern voice echoed in the corridor.
"Ah, I'm not..." Tristan hurriedly moved the sword he had just put on his neck.
"There is no need to explain, Tristan, this will only increase your guilt." Agguiwen chuckled, "A knight who has been blessed by [Reversal], you are still familiar to us now."
Is that you?"
Tristan was stunned on the spot, at a loss. He could only feel that the distance between Agaguiwen, Gawain, and Mordred was getting farther and farther away from him, so far that he could no longer see them.
He opened his eyes, looked at the sword in his hand, pursed his lips silently, and sheathed the sword.