A deafening buzz sounded at the heel of the city wall, and almost everyone else was clearing the way for Parcival.
The walls of the Holy Capital are extremely strong, and even with a city-defense weapon like Percival, it would be unrealistic to blast them open.
The light fell and the roar dissipated. The city wall of the Holy City was indeed damaged, but the damage... didn't seem that big?
Not only Percival, but all the people fighting on the western battlefield had serious eyes.
What are their thoughts?
It is to blast through the city wall, directly enter the interior of the Holy City, and fight these flying dragon knights in street battles. In the street fighting, the flying dragons, the advantage that the flying dragon knights rely on most, will become a constraint. This is the same as the cavalry, or in other words, the flying dragons
A knight is also a type of cavalry.
Like the flying dragons, the sphinxes rose into the sky and used their huge bodies and magic power to fight the flying dragons. Except for the battlefield with giant dragons, the overall level still showed an advantage.
It is impossible for Percival to release the second Noble Phantasm in a short period of time, so at this time, it depends on Hato Tai.
Among all the people, only his and Percival's Noble Phantasms could cause enough damage to that beautiful but damn wall.
But it is not as easy for an Archer to successfully release the Noble Phantasm and hit the target on such a chaotic battlefield as Percival.
At least, you have to eliminate some of the hostile forces first.
Cursed Wrist Hassan has untied his own wrist, Hundred-Looking Hassan has differentiated all of his personalities, and there is a layer of faint but deadly poisonous mist floating around the body of Quiet Hassan.
Hassan of the Hundred Faces and Hassan of Silence are both fighting against large numbers of enemy troops, while Hassan of the Cursed Arm, together with Bedivere, is fighting Tristan who has transformed into the body of a humble king.
Tristan was already extremely fast, but now that he had acquired a pair of white wings that were ragged but capable of supporting flight, his speed increased to a higher level. He moved quickly while drawing his harp-like long bow.
Fortunately, Cursed Wrist Hassan, Bedivere, can no longer keep up with Tristan's speed.
His strong point is not speed. His position in the military is similar to that of Argue. Most of the time, he helps Arturia manage finances in the palace.
But even though he couldn't keep up with the speed, he could still barely see Tristan's arrow clearly.
——Ping!
The sound of the piano sounded, but Bedivere had already raised his sword, blocking the invisible arrows, and concentrated on using his eyes and ears to capture Tristan's movements.
Hassan, the cursed arm, threw daggers around him, blocking Tristan's flight path.
It's of little use, as an ordinary dagger would almost be smashed into pieces by Tristan.
Tristan, who has been transformed into the body of a humble king, has almost completely improved compared to the original body. Even the muscles can be seen by the naked eye to be several times larger.
The trapped magic energy collided at an extremely fast speed, which could easily break Bedivere's ribs.
"This is not the way to go!"
Hassan, the cursed arm, gritted his teeth and stood back to back with Bedivere, blocking his huge and weird red arm in front of him, his eyes constantly following the movement of Tristan in the sky.
"That bastard's physical strength is almost endless. If we continue to stay here, we are almost waiting to die!"
"...Mr. Cursed Wrist, if I create an opportunity for you to catch Tristan..." Bedivere blocked one of Tristan's arrows again, with a serious look on his face.
He said to the cursed Hassan behind him, "Can you directly kill Lord Tristan... here?"
Hassan, the Cursed Wrist, silently felt the despairingly powerful magic coming from Tristan in the sky, but a smile appeared on his lips.
"Comrade, believe me!"
There was an unknown feeling on his scarlet wrist, and there was determination in his tone.
"I'll send that guy straight to hell!"
...
Unlike Bedivere, the battlefield between Hassan and Tristan, the battlefield between Lancelot and Gareth is somewhat evenly matched.
No, it's not evenly matched.
Gareth had a slight upper hand.
This was originally impossible. If we only talk about life, even if several Gareths come together, they are no match for Lancelot.
It's not that Gareth is too weak, but that Lancelot is too strong.
Anno's son was indeed the strongest in Britain after Anno retired.
Even the cause of Gareth's death was that during the round table meeting in the royal court, the crazy Lancelot kicked him in the chest. With that kick, Gareth's entire chest, including his armor, collapsed, and his heart
Broken into pieces, he died on the spot.
Just one kick.
A knight who can ascend the Round Table dies.
Although there are situations where he is caught off guard, it is indeed an undisputed fact that Lancelot is stronger than Gareth, and much stronger.
However, now, Gareth, who has transformed into the body of a humble king, actually suppresses Lancelot in a vague way.
No, suppression is indeed a fact, but it is not because Gareth, who has a humble king's body, is stronger than Lancelot.
But because...
"Gareth, are you sad?"
Lancelot asked with a trembling voice while waving the holy sword.
He can feel it.
The wild beast in front of him exuded an aura of sadness that could make people collapse.
Its existence seems to be questioning——
Why? Why fight?
Why? Why fight?
The collapse of the Knights of the Round Table is doomed, and the collapse of Britain is doomed. As early as when King Arthur ascended the throne, Merlin came down to predict, but the only one he heard was Anno.
Annuo asked, but Merlin didn't answer. She reported to King Arthur, but King Arthur didn't care. She firmly believed that she could protect the country.
Then, Lancelot and Mordred transformed into miserable beasts in Camelot.
Just like Gareth in front of him, how pathetic, even more pathetic.
Now the identity has been reversed, but what the perpetrator wants to do is the same.
How ridiculous.
Lancelot probably understood Gareth's sadness.
He could feel that Gareth's weak consciousness that was still in this body was crying. She did not want to fight with her companions at the round table, nor did she want to fight for the wrong king.
Lancelot's heart felt like a knife, as if being stabbed by needles, and the pain was indescribable.
The ugly face with the body of a humble king was covered with crystal and beautiful tears, as if he was laughing at something.
The spear hit the fallen holy sword. Lancelot and Gareth retreated together. Lancelot staggered and almost fell.
However, Gareth continued to look like a beast and rushed towards Lancelot crazily.
She——she doesn’t want to fight with her companions from the Round Table anymore!