Escape from Jerusalem

Is this really the righteous Sun Knight?!

"..."

However, Gawain remained silent, only continuing to swing his sword.

The Excalibur arrived in an instant, striking Gaheris on the head. However, the expected decapitation did not occur, and Gaheris's head remained intact.

What's going on?

Gaheris's eyes widened.

Did Gawain show mercy?

That's absolutely impossible, because at this moment Gawain's eyes were even more astonished and bewildered than his.

Percival, who was behind him, realized something and looked at Rovey beside him. He saw white powder floating around him and then heard him say something.

"—Air above, weapons below."

Knowing in advance that Gawain would make a move, Rovey took the initiative to block the attack for Gaheris.

"Elder brother...!!"

Rovey had escaped with his life, Gaheris hurriedly retreated, his eyes filled with disbelief. If it weren't for the Saint's intervention, he would be dead by now.

"I'm so sorry, so sorry, so sorry! Please forgive me, Gaheris!!!"

Gawain raised his head, his face contorted with pain, tears streaming down his face. He abruptly withdrew his holy sword, intending to launch another attack, but Gaheris had already retreated behind Percival.

Lancelot, standing to the side, remained silent and swung his sword at Gaheris. Seeing this, Percival unhesitatingly swung the Lance of Longinus to block the incoming Aroundight.

Clang!

However, just as the battle was about to begin, they heard several whooshing sounds as arrows shot towards them at extremely high speed from very tricky angles.

Upon noticing this, Rovey immediately raised his hand and knocked him down, as did the other Knights of the Round Table.

They were all seasoned knights, so of course they wouldn't die directly because of this.

Kai looked behind him and saw a red figure standing on the ruins. He called out the figure's name, "Tristan".

"Yes, Kai, it's me."

Tristan walked over with complete composure, then continued to nock the arrow and prepare to fire.

And it wasn't just the three of them; other figures appeared from different directions: Mordred, Gareth, Agravaine, and the other faction of Knights of the Round Table were all present.

"I see. So you were already planning to attack us, Agravaine."

Kai looked at the black-clad knight leading the group and said in a deep voice.

"..."

Gawain, Tristan, Lancelot lowered their heads, unwilling to say anything more. Mordred continued to shout wildly from the side, while Agravaine remained silent and said, "That's right, because even if I don't make a move, you will either take the initiative or run away, which would make things even more troublesome."

"I absolutely cannot allow you to become a threat to the king."

Kai fell silent.

Their actions were noticed by the more perceptive Agravaine, and even Moses' suggestion to leave was within his expectations, which is why he came here to surround and attack them.

Geraint has yet to return, so he must have met with some misfortune.

Seeing this, he closed his eyes and painfully drew his sword. "I never imagined that the Knights of the Round Table would one day end up like this..."

"I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do. After all, we've made different choices and have different stances, so we're now enemies."

This time, Agravaine unusually apologized, then drew his sword and pointed it at Kai.

At that moment, all the Knights of the Round Table behind him drew their weapons.

Under a crimson sunset, on the ruins of the holy city.

The scene was silent, strange, and painful; none of the Knights of the Round Table were willing to speak again.

Turning one's sword against a former comrade is arguably the most agonizing thing in the world, but from the moment they made their different choices, it was all already destined, and they had no other choice.

"What are you all standing there for?! We absolutely cannot let the King do it himself; this sin and suffering must be borne by us!!"

Noticing that the knights behind him were unwilling to make a move, Agravaine said coldly, "Do you also want the king to experience this kind of grief from killing his comrades?!"

"We understand."

Gawain and Lancelot responded in deep voices, finally making up their minds.

At this moment, all the past friendships can only be washed away by blood and tears!

"What a painful scene... but such a choice is truly a cruel twist of fate."

Seeing this, Rovey couldn't help but sigh.

Clearly, as Knights of the Round Table and as former comrades, none of them wanted to fight, but they were forced to confront each other with swords drawn due to their differing stances.

Apart from...

"You better just die already!!"

" —Clarent Blood Arthur (Clarent Blood Arthur)!!!"

Chapter 168 Escaping Jerusalem

Silence, silence...

Somber, somber, somber...

The sun in the desert is about to set completely.

The crimson sunset illuminated the faces of all the knights present in a brief moment, and the swaying light and shadow revealed the distinct expressions on their faces. At this moment, the two groups of knights with different stances were in two different positions.

They looked at each other, staring intently, and gripped their weapons tightly.

The Knights of the Round Table were grieving the impending fratricide and were reluctant to act, waiting for both sides to make their final preparations.

For them, this brief silence will also be their final farewell.

" —Clarent Blood Arthur (Clarent Blood Arthur)!!!"

Suddenly, an untimely voice broke the final silence without hesitation, shattering the silent farewell between the Knights of the Round Table.

Even Agravaine, known for his iron-fisted nature, was startled by this shout.

He raised an eyebrow and then turned to look in the direction from which the source of the noise came.

Enemies meeting are bound to be filled with hatred.

A beam of crimson lightning shot up from the ground, gathering into a torrent that ruthlessly blasted towards Rovey.

Unsurprisingly, the one who broke the silence by launching the first attack was Mordred, who had been fooled by Rovey like a fool and then given a good beating.

Compared to the psychological burden of the other Knights of the Round Table killing each other, she felt no burden whatsoever when she killed Rovey.

All the anger that had been building up was finally released here.

As the surging crimson lightning swept towards him, Rovey's expression remained unchanged, but the attention of the other knights beside him was drawn to it.

"Saint!"

"Moses!!"

"Get out of the way quickly!!"

Kay, Percival, and Bors, who were standing nearby, all spoke with anxiety.

Clearly unaware of the situation, they couldn't understand why Mordred would suddenly unleash her Noble Phantasm on Rovey, who had nothing to do with these matters.

"Go to hell!!!"

However, Mordred, seeing that the sneak attack was about to succeed, didn't care about anything else.

All she wants now is for Rovey to die! Or for him to beg for mercy, and if he's willing to lick her shoes, she might spare his life.

"The human body is on top, and the soil is below."

Just as the dazzling crimson light was about to engulf everything, Rovey's "Light Execution" was activated again. However, due to the definition of Noble Phantasm and the fact that light cannons are too broad and vague, he did not stand still to take the hit. Instead, he sank his body into the ground the instant before the light cannon arrived.

—Boom!!

With a deafening roar, Mordred's light- Noble Phantasm, "Clarent Blood Arthur," mercilessly obliterated the entire ruins where Rovey had just stood. Rovey's figure had long since vanished, leaving only a wisp of white smoke and a sky full of dust.

Seeing this, Mordred grinned smugly and mocked without any politeness, "Hmph, is that all you've got? If you hadn't used those petty tricks to ambush me, you would have been dead long ago!"

"Moses!!"

Upon seeing this, the most devout Bors and Percival showed expressions of horror.

They simply couldn't believe that the Saint on whom so much hope had been placed had left so easily.

"What? Moses!"

But upon hearing this name, Agravaine's expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly reminded Mordred, "Don't be careless, he can't die so easily!"

"Huh?"

Mordred was slightly taken aback, clearly not quite understanding what Agravaine meant, but the next moment, someone forced her to understand the meaning of the sentence.

"—Wheat flour on top, human body on the bottom."

Suddenly, Rovey's figure emerged from another part of the ruins, and his fingers and incantations arrived. Then, even the ruins of the entire holy city beneath their feet began to shake violently.

"What... what's going on? Is this your Noble Phantasm?!"

Mordred looked on in astonishment, then turned to Rovey, assuming that Lovi had unleashed his Noble Phantasm.

However, instead of answering, Rovey waved his raised finger at her.

In the blink of an eye, to Mordred's astonishment, an enormous wheat flour blade rose from the ground beneath the Holy City, its size so great that it stretched for hundreds of meters, and like a giant millstone, it swept directly toward Mordred and the Knights of the Round Table beside him with unstoppable force.

"Get out of the way quickly!!"

At that moment, Agravaine behind him immediately roared in anger.

He could sense the immense power of this enormous blade made of wheat flour; not only him, Mordred's Instinct was also pounding wildly.

She realized that if her body was struck, it would definitely be cut in half at the waist.

We absolutely have to get away from this!!

This Noble Phantasm possesses a general special effect!

"—Binding Chains Severed, Aroundight Overload (Aroundight Overload)!!"

"—Excalibur Galatine, the Excalibur Galatine!!"

Faced with this overwhelming and devastating attack, Lancelot and Gawain, the strongest among them, naturally dared not hold back and immediately unleashed their Noble Phantasm to defend themselves.

Meanwhile, Kai and the others standing on the other side were completely stunned by Rovey's opening attack.

Bors and Percival, in particular, exclaimed that this was the power of the Saint Moses!

This immediately put the opposing Knights of the Round Table on edge, and they might even be able to suppress them. They had a chance of winning this campaign against the Lion King!

"Stop staring, knights, retreat now!"

However, Rovey, who unleashed this devastating attack, was not as optimistic as they thought. He quickly retreated and immediately came between the four of them, coldly announcing a retreat.

Despite the stunning effect of his attack, it was the result of his prior planning, taking advantage of the terrain.

Because wheat flour is a sacred and essential item in Christianity, it would naturally be abundant in the ruins of the Holy City of Jerusalem. He had personally confirmed this crucial point during his wanderings, which is why he was able to unleash a hundred-meter-long Heavenly Blade directly within the Holy City.

Furthermore, although his strike could easily tear apart any flesh, it could only represent tearing apart flesh. Clothes and armor could be considered as flesh being cut off, but weapons and Noble Phantasm could not.

This means that at best, its scale and destructive power may seem intimidating, but it can still be blocked by the opponent.

Call out!!

Boom—!!

The two top knights unleashed their Noble Phantasm simultaneously, and to their astonishment, the hundred-meter-long white blade, which posed a life-threatening threat to them, was instantly shattered by the beam of light and the blade upon contact, turning into a cloud of white dust that filled their vision.

"Is this... an empty shell?"

"How could it be so fragile?"

The two men looked puzzled, bewildered by the strange attack.