Ex-Machina on a Dimensional Journey

Seeing this, the knight hurriedly tried to warn his companion.

But just as he was about to shout, the foul fluid surging up his throat stopped him.

Another mouthful of blood spilled from his mouth, but before it could hit the ground, the blazing sun hanging above "Gawain" evaporated it into the air.

In those few short seconds, "Gawain" had also finished charging the attack in his hand. An immense and terrifying amount of Magic Power surged from the Blazing Sword, letting the two Knights of the Round Table immediately predict the power of the coming strike.

It was the power of Gawain's own Noble Phantasm Shifuru!

Just as before, this fake "Gawain" once again raised the equally counterfeit Holy Sword of the Sun high and released its Noble Phantasm against the severely injured Tristan.

And so far, the enemy had already openly displayed imitations of three Knights of the Round Table, consecutively releasing the Noble Phantasms belonging to each of them.

There were no limits—his Magic Power was nearly enough to drown everyone present.

Lancelot could not understand why such an enemy had suddenly appeared within the Holy City, nor did he know the purpose behind the enemy's sudden arrival.

After all, this enemy could completely suppress the Knights of the Round Table head-on while silently creating this false illusion, one that perfectly replicated the Holy Capital.

If this were someone who had always existed in this world, they should not have waited until now to launch an attack.

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Suddenly, Lancelot seized upon a key word from his doubts.

When the stars of foreign lands shine, cracks appear in the Pact of White Asia. The faint light of the king is shrouded in dark clouds, and the tower entrusted by the gods crumbles.

These were four lines of