A Trump Card? / I'll Strike Just Once!

"I see."

Hassan of the Hundred Faces nodded slightly, indicating that she understood, although she was very annoyed by Lancelot and the other two guys dressed as Knights of the Round Table.

However, considering that they were fighting against them, he couldn't go and fight them.

Three figures appeared on a mountain peak not far away.

"This is a disgrace, and only blood can wash it away." Kyoko also appeared in the arena. Her face was extremely cold as she looked at the Purification Knight in front of her and said, "Even if you killed our ancestors with all sorts of despicable means, the divine skills they left behind will become your nightmare."

Hassan of the Arm, an old acquaintance, appeared beside the Mad Nobunaga. He looked at the Purification Knight who were only concerned with fighting the Sphinx and said in a very cold tone, "They are not human. There is no need to show mercy."

"..." The Hassan of Serenity, wearing a mask, remained silent.

Soon Hassan of the Hundred Faces appeared and told everyone the information she had obtained from Arash.

Chapter 433 The Trump Card?

Knowing that the hateful Lancelot, along with two other unidentified Servant dressed like Knights of the Round Table, are now allies against the Lion King.

Although the Hassan were somewhat disgruntled, their main concern now was fighting against the Lion King's men, so they each took their own actions.

Similar to the Chaldea, the Hassan didn't bother to gather soldiers in order to get to their destination.

Therefore, only the four Servant them were present.

However, at this point in time, the strength to have four riders is already terrifying.

Since the main force of the Knights of the Round Table has been held back by others, the only remaining threats to them are the groups of the Purification Knight.

However, as assassins, Bai Mao, Cursed Arm, and Serenity are all extremely skilled in assassination and do not care at all whether they will be surrounded by the Purification Knight.

Because that's something that doesn't exist at all.

The Hassan, now in shadow, instantly joined the battle. Kyoshiro took the lead, shouting at the Purification Knight, "Now is the time to punish you heretics!"

After saying that, she went inside and started attacking indiscriminately, showing no trace of an assassin.

"That's really fierce."

Arash witnessed this and exclaimed, "Aren't you assassins? You're so powerful in direct combat too!"

Surrounded by the Purification Knight, the Mad Shinigami, unleashing his full power, appeared to be invincible, as if nothing could stand in his way!

The incredible skills honed through generations of Hassan's lifelong dedication were frequently displayed in her hands, as if no one could rival her.

Although the target of those Purification Knight was not the maddened prince, but the Starry Sky Sphinx in the Grand Temple who was responsible for protecting Ramesses II.

"She's just a straightforward person." Hassan of the Hundred Faces appeared beside Arash, and she said somewhat embarrassedly, "From the moment I met her, she has always deeply respected the Hassan predecessors. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to endure so much pain to learn their Hassan skills."

"Because of us, the friend of the First Generation Master's friend was captured by the Knights of the Round Table, and three Hassan were killed by the Knights of the Round Table. This has been a source of resentment for her ever since."

"That's why... she's so crazy now, ignoring stealth and going straight up to kill the Purification Knight in the most primal way."

Although Hassan of the Hundred Faces said this, judging from her wandering gaze, she seemed somewhat guilty, even though these reasons made up a large part of her statement.

The most legitimate reason is that although Kyoko possesses assassination skills, most of the time, she is simply a reckless assassin.

"Oh~ as expected~" However, Arash seemed unfazed, after all, in the Grand Temple, King Hassan appeared like a ghost and beheaded Ramesses II with a single sword strike.

Moreover, the other party also killed several terrifying beings that were about to awaken. In the end, the Pharaoh did not come out, obviously because he was held back by the assassin.

So, in Arash's view, isn't it perfectly normal for assassins to be unparalleled?

"Hahahaha..." Seeing that Arash wasn't going to ask any more questions, Hassan of the Hundred Faces gave an awkward but polite smile, since it was a good thing that the other party wasn't asking.

The idea of assassins engaging in direct combat seems very wrong from any angle.

"Clang--!!!"

With a heavy blow, Agravain was knocked back, staggering several steps before barely regaining his balance. His already gloomy expression became even more unpleasant.

"Are you looking down on me?! Lancelot!" Agravain looked at the handsome knight in front of him, his face very unfriendly, and said, "You who once killed me without any mercy are now showing mercy. You are indeed a despicable guy."

Lancelot just caught Agravain off guard; if he intends to kill him...

Just like when he fought Amon a few days ago, even without killing the opponent, he could severely injure him.

However, Lancelot neither seriously injured Agravain nor killed him. He merely knocked him back with a casual sword strike and then stood still.

Although in the eyes of others, Lancelot is a rather shameful Servant.

But his strength is beyond question; he Round Table's First Knight, and that title wasn't given lightly.

"... Say whatever you want."

Lancelot did not refute Agravain. He glanced at Mash, who was fighting with her shield, and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes. However, he quickly focused his attention back on Agravain and said calmly, "I know you hate me, and you did not accept the King's blessing. You are the most rational person in the Round Table."

That's right, Agravain did not receive the blessing of the Holy Grail. He himself once told the Lion King that the blessing of the Holy Grail would impair his judgment, which would be bad for Holy Selection.

But in reality, everyone could see that Agravain didn't want the blessing of the Holy Grail to interfere with the hatred in his heart.

He was the painless Agravain. No matter what kind of physical harm he suffered or how cruel the war was, he would not regret it, but would regard it as his duty.

But! There's just one thing that Agravain can't let go of!

Everyone knows about that incident: Lancelot knows, Mordred knows, and Gawain and Tristan are also very clear about it.

"The most rational being?" Agravain sneered, looking at Lancelot and saying, "You're nothing but a brute blinded by desire. I know you want me to pledge allegiance to the 'King' so these Purification Knight can die, right?"

The Purification Knight are now in Agravain's hands, while the Lion King is fighting with Mikaela. If Agravain were to betray the Lion King now...

Then the Purification Knight are finished! No matter how strong Mordred and Gawain are, they can't hold out for long.

Of course, if Lancelot had killed Agravain just now, then power would have returned to the Lion King, and nothing would have changed.

"That's right." Lancelot, then looked at Agravain and continued, "You should also know that although the Lion King is a queen, she is actually..."

At this moment, Lancelot planned to tell Agravain the information he had received from Bedivere.

"Hahahahahahaha." But before Lancelot could finish speaking, Agravain, who had always been stern and unsmiling, was now laughing wildly.

His laughter was full of sarcasm. After he finished laughing, he looked at Lancelot and shouted, "What it is doesn't matter at all! What matters is that I'm nothing like you! You've betrayed the king time and time again!"

"Now, although I don't know how the battle is going over there, the task the king gave me is to keep you all here!" A red light flashed in Agravain's eyes, and a very violent aura surged from his body.

At the same time, the Purification Knight responsible for the defense also put down their shields, and the city wall they had constructed with magic completely disappeared.

"Do you know why I built this wall to block your attacks?" Agravain exuded a violent aura as he looked at Lancelot and sneered, "Because my trump card isn't ready yet, and I need to buy some time."

"What?!"

Lancelot also sensed something, and his expression changed slightly. At this moment, he also felt that something was wrong.

Agravain raised his longsword and roared, "All troops, attack! Slay the traitors!"

Chapter 434 I'll only strike once!

"All troops, attack! Slay the traitors!"

As these words were shouted from Agravain's mouth, a very orderly sound of footsteps came from behind.

This group of people looked no different from ordinary Purification Knight.

They numbered only about twenty, but their equipment and aura were vastly different from those of ordinary Purification Knight.

They didn't waste any words as soon as they appeared; they picked up their longswords and strode forward.

"What—!!" Lancelot exclaimed in shock. How could this be?! Purification Knight of this caliber was created in just one night?!

"Lancelot —!!!!"

At this moment, Agravain had gone Mad Enhancement, raised his sword and charged at Lancelot. He was like a ferocious beast, determined to tear a piece of flesh from his opponent's body even if it meant death.

"Be careful! These are not ordinary Purification Knight, these are..." Before Lancelot could finish speaking, he was knocked back several steps by Agravain's sword.

'What terrifying power!'

Lancelot was somewhat alarmed; the other party had used something to increase his power several times over.

"Don't get distracted." Lancelot immediately focused his attention on Agravain; his words were enough to make everyone else take him seriously.

Mordred and Gawain seemed to have received some kind of command, and their bodies suddenly burst forth with a dazzling light, a light called blessing.

The Lion King bestowed his blessing upon the Knights of the Round Table, granting them the power to fight against powerful enemies. At this moment, Mordred and Gawain planned to unleash this power to its fullest extent.

"... I see. No wonder you were in so much pain but kept enduring it."

Holding the Gae Bolg, 'Mikaela' looked at Mordred, whose face was contorted and whose body was enveloped in violent magic, and sighed, "Why bother? Even the Purification Knight created with the power of the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad can only deal with a small number of Servant."

In fact, he had almost guessed it; Mordred had also been waiting for the opportunity to come.

However, he did not expect that this was the opportunity the other party was waiting for.

"No, I'm not waiting for those guys." Mordred gritted her teeth, her voice hoarse as she stared at 'Mikaela,' who held the Gae Bolg in its light. "I just want to be part of the plan! To ensure Father King's plan proceeds smoothly!"

"Boom--!!!!"

The raging magic directly devoured Mordred's body, making her body even more fragmented. Blood slowly flowed from her body, but she did not scream. Instead, she raised the Noble Phantasm in her hand.

Crimson lightning crackled and coalesced on the Noble Phantasm in her hand.

A terrifying aura erupted from Mordred. She gritted her teeth, her voice hoarse, and said, "Are you ready?! Arthur!!!!"

"I'm always preparing."

'Mikaela' gripped the Gae Bolg tightly, ready to unleash his Noble Phantasm.

"Clarent Blood Arthur —!!!" Mordred roared, pouring all her power and pain into this Noble Phantasm, hoping to gain some advantage in the upcoming battle, although she knew it was impossible.

However, some things you only know by doing them yourself, so she did it! She used her 'self-destruction' to give this battle some hope.

"Holy Lance! Set sail!" Seeing Mordred's disappearing figure ahead, and the beam of light containing unimaginable destructive power rushing towards him, 'Mikaela' also released his Noble Phantasm. He raised the Gae Bolg, his body becoming extremely illusory, and said in a calm tone, "Gae Bolg."

"Boom--!!!!"

In an instant! A violent explosion rang out, and the Purification Knight and Sphinxes surrounding 'Mikaela' and Mordred were caught in the aftershocks, leaving no trace of their bodies!

On the other side, Gawain also noticed Agravain's actions. He sighed slightly and looked at the Ice Lotus Sword 'Mikaela' holding the imitation spirit sword, saying, "I'm sorry, I can't wait any longer."

"Is that so?" Mikaela, holding the Ice Lotus Sword, sighed. In fact, he had almost finished fighting and was planning to let Gawain go.

He hadn't expected the other party to unleash such a powerful move, which forced him to swallow back what he was about to say.

When Mikaela made her move in this world, they could no longer absorb magic from each other at any time.

After all, they are merely 'individuals' Projection into this world, and if their magic power is insufficient, they may suddenly disappear.

"While it was a pleasure fighting you, I must apologize, for I must serve my own king." Gawain took a deep breath and gripped the Excalibur Galatine. Clearly, like Mordred, he was ready to unleash his Noble Phantasm.

"Hmm, I'm quite happy too. When I get back, I'll probably be able to give that 'Sakura' a surprise." Holding the Ice Lotus Sword 'Mikaela', she assumed a standard drawing stance and said in a very serious tone, "From now on, this is no longer a sparring match."

"That's exactly right."

Seemingly aware that 'Mikaela' would not hold back, Gawain revealed a rather pleased smile.

"To be honest, I haven't mastered this technique much, but it's not bad to experiment with it. After all, I don't have much Honkai energy in my body. Borrowing the magic power of 'me' in this world might make it more perfect."

Holding the 'Ice Lotus Sword', Mikaela remained in that pose, calmly looking at Gawain and saying indifferently, "I will only use one move. If you can withstand it, then 'I' will let you leave."

"Whoosh—!!!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Mikaela, who was holding the 'Ice Lotus Sword', disappeared from the spot.

"!!!!!!!!!!"

A strong sense of crisis spurred Gawain; he could feel that if he didn't do something, he might die!

"Sword of Victory!" Gawain subconsciously activated his Noble Phantasm. He originally intended to concentrate the power of his Noble Phantasm to fight against 'Mikaela', but because the opponent had disappeared from the spot, he did not concentrate the power of his Noble Phantasm. Instead, he spread the power out, trying to find the opponent in this way.

"Too slow."

Just before Gawain's Noble Phantasm was about to be activated, 'Mikaela' appeared less than ten meters away from Gawain. The moment she appeared, the blade in her hand was already drawn.

Accompanied by more than a dozen pale blue streaks of light that seemed to pierce through space, Gawain's movements stopped abruptly.

Space! It's frozen.

Time was slowed down, and Gawain's consciousness became infinitely slow at this moment. He could activate his Noble Phantasm in the next second, but he could not make any movements.

'I'm going to die.'

This was Gawain's last thought.