Return Avalon, Attack the Holy City
Mordred: "..."
"Well done, Lord Lancelot, but there will be no second time." Saber looked at the surrounding army and smiled gently.
"Yes, my king!"
Lancelot shuddered and shouted.
"Got warned, didn't he?" Mordred said gloatingly.
"The power of Lancelot's army, the power of the mountain's name... is enough."
"Haha, little girl, don't forget my Army of the King!" Iskandar laughed loudly.
Saber was taken aback, then a look of joy appeared on her face.
Oh right, how could she forget about that?
"What is the Army of the King?" Fujimaru Ritsuka asked blankly.
"Hey, you'll find out when the time comes," Iskandar decided to keep it a secret for now.
We'll amaze everyone when the time comes.
Chapter 457 Returning Avalon, Attacking the Holy Capital
After discussing it, everyone decided to launch a general offensive tomorrow afternoon.
After much deliberation, Fujimaru Ritsuka decided to visit the Grand Temple.
Regardless, the Holy Grail must be retrieved, otherwise the singularity will not be repaired.
The next day
As dawn broke, many Knights of the Round Table and many Hassans were already fully prepared for battle.
The army, with its imposing presence, appeared to number in the tens of thousands at a cursory glance.
King Arthur Artoria Pendragon, rode a magnificent steed clad in silver-blue armor, staring expressionlessly at the clamoring dust ahead.
Far away on the other side lies the Holy City, at the tip of the Rhongomyniad.
"Let's take this holy city in one fell swoop!" Mordred clenched his fists, his face beaming with excitement.
"Finally, I can fight alongside you again, my king." Lancelot looked at Saber in front of him, his expression complex.
"I'll stake my knightly honor on fulfilling my unfinished duty." Tristan slowly opened his sharp eyes.
"Charge! Kill that bastard, brother!" Gareth shouted, raising his hand.
"The young lady's subordinates are really good," Iskandar remarked.
There is light in everyone's eyes.
They were all genuinely proud to fight alongside King Arthur.
"It's about time we acknowledge their achievements, King of Conquest," Ling Yuan said with a smile.
"Haha, indeed! Go forth, King Arthur, and let me witness the legend of Britain with my own eyes!" Iskandar exclaimed.
"As you wish, King of Conquest!"
Saber smiled confidently.
"Saber, take this."
At this moment, Ling Yuan slowly took out a blue sword sheath from the King's Treasure.
All the Knights of the Round Table stared blankly at Saber's hand.
"What... this is?!"
Bedivere froze the moment he saw the scabbard.
"It's Avalon ... the scabbard Avalon that has been lost and never found!" Tristan exclaimed excitedly.
"Ling Yuan, don't you want it anymore?"
"I just want to return it to its rightful owner."
The blue scabbard returned to the king's body, and King Arthur's body shone with a blue light.
The next second
Boom!
A strong wind blew up, scattering the dust.
All the knights covered their eyes to block the dust.
When the gale subsided, the eyes of the many knights were filled with joy.
They knew that the king was already perfect.
"Now, let's see who dares to say you are not a complete king."
With that, Ling Yuan raised his left hand, and the last Command Seal slowly disappeared. "Now, in the name of the Command Seal, I command you, Saber, to reclaim your glory!"
"Yes, Master!"
Saber answered loudly, looking at the Holy City ahead, and slowly drew the King's Sword that symbolized her status.
"All troops, charge with me!"
"Kill them!"
"Charge with the King!"
"..."
All the Knights of the Round Table took up their weapons and led their army forward.
"I have to say, King Arthur's way of being the first to charge forward is just like me."
Iskandar laughed loudly and rode the Divine Chariot into the sky.
The bull gallops, and thunder flashes.
"How vain Bella."
Ling Yuan chuckled and shook his head upon hearing this, then leaped into the air.
"Roar!"
A silver dragon, its entire body flowing with patterns resembling magma, flew out from the void.
The white dragon caught Ling Yuan as he fell from the sky, its wings fluttering as it spread its wings and headed towards the Holy Capital.
"You bastard, you actually rode a dragon."
High in the sky, Iskandar had just left and then 'coincidentally' encountered Ling Yuan, looked at Belleronus at Ling Yuan's feet and cursed.
"If you're so capable, why don't you go and get a dragon-taming Noble Phantasm yourself?" Ling Yuan teased.
Holy City
Gawain was completely dumbfounded.
"Tristan, Sir Lancelot, Sir Bedivere, Sir Palamedes, even Gareth..."
However, when he saw the figure leading the charge from the center, he completely lost his composure.
"King..."
On horseback, gazing at the vast holy city, Saber slowly raised the holy sword in her hand.
Buzz!
Golden glory began to gather continuously.
"The gathered breath of stars, the shimmering torrent of stars—"
"Oops!"
Gawain had a bad feeling.
"Ex-calibur!!!"
With King Arthur's soft shout, the golden torrent crashed down on the Holy City like a rebellious pillar of heaven!
Gawain watched the beam of light about to fall, gritted his teeth, raised the Galatine, and flames instantly covered the blade.
"Excalibur galatine!"
The moment the words fell, he slashed down heavily towards the Excalibur above!
A flame began to extend infinitely, finally colliding with the glory of the oath in mid-air.
They froze together.
"Wow, so heavy!"
However, in the next instant, the ground beneath Gawain's feet collapsed.
"Failnaught (Failnaught)!"
Seeing the flames blocking the king's attack in mid-air, Tristan activated his Noble Phantasm.
In an instant, the flames of Gawain's Galatine were severed.
"Varied?"
Gawain's pupils contracted.
However, it was too late.
Boom!
The holy sword fell, along with the city walls of the holy capital.
A city- Noble Phantasm is no joke.
"Cough cough!"
Gawain emerged disheveled from the dust.
However, the next second he was directly cleaved away by a sword!
"You bastard, how dare you lay a hand on my father!"
Mordred's entire body crackled with crimson lightning as she raised her royal sword and furiously slashed down!
"Wait, Mordred!"
"What are you waiting for!"
Percival, wielding the Spear of Destiny, pressed the butt of the spear heavily against Gawain's abdomen.
"Cough!"
The powerful impact made Gawain spit out a mouthful of saliva, and he was sent flying backward.
Bang!
The ground shook, and two Knights of the Round Table fell to the ground.
"Brother, you've really made a big mistake this time." Gareth shook his head.
"Before you face the king's judgment, we need to have a good talk with you first." The cunning Kai revealed a sly smile.
"Wait, don't hit my face!"
And so, Kevin began to be ganged up on and beaten by the four Knights of the Round Table.
At the same time
Holy City
"Agravain, I've heard that King Arthur has appeared," the Lion King said, sitting on his throne.
"Yes."
"Because I am not Arthur, did they ultimately abandon me?" the Lion King on the throne said calmly.
Agravain remained silent.
But silence is enough to answer the question.
"Step back, Agravain, the Holy Lance has reached its final stage."