It can only accommodate one or two people passing through at the same time, just like an alley.
At this level, there is no way for the army to enter from there.
"The city wall is actually so thick!?" Tatou Tatou was dumbfounded.
His and Percival's precious phantoms could only create such a small hole, which was so small that it had no effect.
This city wall is probably a hundred meters thick, and its strength is far beyond imagination.
"Who else? Go and open that hole wider!" Watota yelled, gritting his teeth and feeling quite self-blame.
He and Percival will not be able to liberate the second Noble Phantasm in a short period of time, but if the gap does not continue to expand, all the combined armies will be blocked here!
This result is absolutely unacceptable!
However, except for him and Percival, no one's Noble Phantasm in the team of servants here can cause effective damage to the city wall.
"Damn it!" Watota, who was cheerful most of the time, gritted his teeth.
Hurry up and accumulate magic power. If it doesn't work, I will shoot out my spiritual energy!
boom!!!
Gareth hit the ground, forcing Lancelot back.
Lancelot gritted his teeth and resisted Gareth's attack. He was now extremely anxious.
The Noble Phantasms of Percival and Hatota took turns to break open a small opening in the city wall. However, during the exchange of information before the war, there was no third Noble Phantasm on their side that could destroy the city wall.
My own holy sword...
His breathing was shaky.
The huge emotions emanating from Gareth affected him all the time, making him so sad that he couldn't help himself.
But - there is no need to be sad when fighting.
"Roar--"
There was another roar, and Lancelot was forced back again.
But he gritted his teeth and rushed forward again.
Gareth, I know...I know you're grieving...
There was a little undetectable tear in the corner of his eye, which was unbearable.
He knew that he was the Knight of the Round Table who was least qualified to be Gareth's opponent, because he was the murderer of Gareth.
But when Gareth stood in front of him, he had no choice.
He knew the way to end Gareth's grief, but just as he couldn't convince himself to betray the Lion King, he couldn't convince himself...
Killing Gareth again.
Even if Gareth is dead.
He couldn't bear it.
However, Gareth's face, which had become ugly and looked like a humble king, was also filled with tears.
The huge claw held the spear and stabbed towards Lancelot. Gareth's almost remaining soul seemed to be screaming.
"Roar------"
Sir Lancelot!!!
The shield crashed forward, but was blocked by Lancelot with the light of the lake.
"kill me!!!"
A strange voice roared out of Gareth's mouth, causing Lancelot, who took a few steps back, to be completely stunned.
He looked at the ferocious but familiar figure and was already in a trance.
He seemed to see the girl knight with beautiful palms showing off her martial arts skills to him with an innocent smile.
He seemed to see the Knight of the Round Table, who was charging at the forefront on the battlefield, showing off his military exploits to him with a confident expression.
One of the people she respected the most was Lancelot.
What stood in front of him was no longer a monster, no longer a wild beast.
Still the same knight.
There was no smile on the knight's face, only firm determination and a few tears hanging from the corners of his eyes.
"Sir Lancelot, have you forgotten...your pride?"
The knight who admired Lancelot stared at Lancelot with angry eyes and asked.
Lancelot didn't answer, but stared blankly at Gareth who was standing opposite him.
"Knight of the Round Table Lancelot, I, Gareth, who is also a Knight of the Round Table, am asking you now!" Gareth took a step forward and said angrily, "Have you forgotten your pride!?
"
"I..." Lancelot opened his mouth.
"Why don't you kill me?" Back to his original position, Gareth changed the question, but his eyes were still angry.
"You are fully aware of the dangers of the Lion King's plan. I am standing in front of you now - an evil beast standing in front of human reason. Tell me - why don't you kill me!" Gareth continued to question.
Knight and knight stood face to face, the atmosphere solidified.
"...I've already killed you once, Gareth..." Lancelot covered his face in pain, "I can't...kill you again."
..."
"So, where is your pride?"
Gareth asked again in a calm tone.
"Where is your pride as a knight?"
She took two steps forward and tapped Lancelot's chest.
"I am your enemy now, why don't you use all your strength? Just because you killed me once, are you unable to swing your sword at me again? Sir Lancelot?"
Lancelot covered his head.
"I'm sorry, Gareth, I'm sorry..."
Gareth smiled when he saw Lancelot's appearance.
Gareth took off the hand covering Lancelot's head and looked into Lancelot's eyes.
Looking at each other with Lancelot.
Lancelot's eyes were a little dodgey, and he subconsciously wanted to turn his head away.
"Sir Lancelot, why do you apologize?"
Lancelot made no answer.
"However, since you have apologized, as a Knight of the Round Table, I have decided to forgive you." Gareth took a step back and looked at Lancelot with a smile.
Lancelot raised his head and looked at Gareth in astonishment.
"I have never resented you, Sir Lancelot, the powerful knight I longed for, never." Gareth shook his head gently, with a sunny smile on his face.
"Since I am no longer me, then please kill the enemy in front of you."
Gareth disappeared, but the voice still rang in Lancelot's ears.
What he saw before him was still the wild beast.
"Prove the dignity of your soul."
Poof——
The lake light easily pierced the wild beast's spiritual core.
Lancelot's expression was filled with gratitude.
The white body of the humble king faded away, revealing Gareth's original appearance.
There was a lovely and gentle smile on that face.
"To defeat - that wrong king."
Gareth's voice, together with her spiritual power, turned into a golden light, dissipated in front of Lancelot, and blended into the yellow sand without a trace.
Lancelot's hand still held his holy sword.
【Indestructible Lake Light】
He stood this holy sword in front of himself.
And the blade of Huguang's sword has also emitted the same shining light as the sword of victory, the sword of rotation of victory, and the chalk of sigh.