"Can you ride a horse? Ritsuka." Annuo came over with a horse and asked Fujimaru Ritsuka.
The Sphinx's target is too big and will definitely arouse vigilance. If you want to raid the main entrance, riding a horse is the best choice.
"Yes." Nodding, Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled and touched the horse's head, "Not only can I ride a horse, I can also drive. I even learned how to operate airplanes, helicopters, and tanks in Chaldea.
"
"...It has really become amazing." Annuo didn't know what to say, so he could only sigh.
He does know what tanks and airplanes are, otherwise he wouldn't have said that Fujimaru Ritsuka is awesome.
"Haha, I just thought that I might need it sometime." Touching the back of his head, Fujimaru Ritsuka got on his horse, looked at Annuo and asked, "I'm going to the Holy City now, Mr. Annuo.
, are you ready too?"
Annuo lowered his head slightly, with a smile on his face.
"Ah." He nodded, "Ready."
He put his hand on his chest and took out the Holy Grail from his spiritual base.
Placing the Holy Grail on the table nearby, Anno took off his left arm.
The moment his left arm left Annuo's body, it transformed back into the form of a holy sword.
Putting the Sword of Victory in front of his eyes and looking at it for a moment, Annuo couldn't help but laugh.
The smile on his withered face was ugly.
Putting the Holy Sword aside for the time being, Annuo picked up the Holy Grail again and placed the Holy Grail where the Holy Sword originally was.
The Holy Grail became Anno's left arm, making up for the emptiness and weakness of Anno's body, making him return to his strong and majestic appearance, instead of dying, as if he would die in the next second.
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Matthew stood next to An Nuo and called out unbearably: "Grandpa, are you okay with this...?"
"Don't worry, kid." Annuo smiled kindly, "I will solve everything."
Pulling the reins and skillfully getting on the horse, Annuo nodded to Fujimaru Ritsuka.
"Well, then... let's go."
...
No one spoke during the march, and the atmosphere was a bit dead, whether it was to the west where Lancelot and others went, or to the southwest main gate where Fujimaru Ritsuka led a group of followers.
"With the thickness and hardness of the city wall, I probably won't be able to use the Noble Phantasm alone." Percival's expression was serious.
"It's okay, I'll be with you when the time comes." Mrs. Watoto smiled broadly.
"Please, as soon as there is a gap in the city wall, we will immediately lead the Sabah Order into the Holy Capital." Hassan the Cursed Wrist touched his bandaged arm and faced Percival and Tawara Touta.
nodded.
Percival's Noble Phantasm [Longinus Count Zero] is indeed a city-defense Noble Phantasm, but it is still a bit unrealistic to completely destroy the walls of the Holy City.
After all, it was the Holy Spear Lungominiad that was almost fully deployed, and it was almost a tower at the end. Parcival, who was just a servant, could only cause damage at most.
"The other party should have discovered us." Bedivere's voice became serious.
A large number of flying dragons can be seen in the sky, flapping their huge wings in the night, as if they are exploring something.
Their target is undoubtedly an army of about 16,000 people led by the Lord of the Mountain and the Knights of the Round Table.
"How far is it from the Holy Capital now?" Baimian Hassan asked.
"There are still forty miles, not far away, prepare to attack!" Lancelot's hand was already on the hilt of Huguang's sword.
He gave an order to the person in charge of leading the army.
"Shock!!!"
The distance of forty miles seems very far, but in fact, with the strength of the Sphinx's feet, it can only be reached in an instant.
What's more, there may be troops stationed halfway.
Under the order, the entire army moved quickly. Although it was a mixed team and had never cooperated before, now, a tacit understanding can be seen in the rapid movement.
However, there is a cost to marching quickly.
"Roar--"
The roar of the dragon was deafening, and the army attacking the west wall was discovered by the flying dragon in the sky.
"Don't worry about the sky, rush forward, and get to the city wall as quickly as possible!" Lancelot roared, stepped on the back of a Sphinx, and looked up.
He can no longer command these flying dragons. It seems... The Lion King has indeed noticed what he is doing.
However, this is also good!
There were not many flying dragons in the sky. The people of the mountain, led by Touta Tawara, tried to shoot them down with arrows, but it was obviously of no use. After a while, a large number of flying dragons and even giant dragons would gather here.
We will have to deal with the enemy sooner or later, so let’s just ignore it now and calculate the time and distance... we can already see it!
At the end of everyone's line of sight, Lancelot could already see it.
At the end of the burnt, black-red earth, a touch of flawless white appeared extremely abruptly. Although beautiful, it was weird and out of place and should not appear in this place at all.
And before that whiteness, as expected -
That pale color, like moonlight, appeared in the sky.
And, there are two.
"That's Gareth on the left, and Tristan on the right...!" Lancelot gritted his teeth and roared to his side, "Bedivere, go and restrain Tristan.
Gareth…Leave it to me!”
"The command of the army will be left to you three!" He looked at the three mountain men and said seriously.
"Leave it to us, please leave those two knights!" Hassan the Cursed Arm responded loudly.
Lancelot nodded, stood on the Sphinx's back and took a deep breath.
Raising his head and looking at Gareth, who was already swooping over, Lancelot jumped sharply in that direction.
The Holy Sword Lake Light and the Sword Shield are about to collide.
...
"We can already see the main entrance of the Holy City! But we found a lot of flying dragons and giant dragons!" Roman shouted in the communication channel, "Be careful! Gawain is guarding there, and another one has transformed into
The knight with the body of a humble king, I don’t know which one he is!”
Listening to Roman's words, Annuo subconsciously touched his waist.
Now, there are two holy swords hanging there, like brothers and sisters.
One is called the Chalk of Sighs, and the other is called the Sword of Victory.
"Da Vinci! Use your Noble Phantasm to blow up all those flying dragons!" Fujimaru Ritsuka shouted.
"Okay, leave it to me!" A look of excitement appeared on Da Vinci's face, and he had already started singing about his Noble Phantasm.
"The three wise men from the East, the great Nordic gods, the fruit of wisdom——"