The Suppressed Lion King

The Lion King pushed her current strength to its utmost limit. Every attack, every defense, every thrust of the Holy Lance, even gathering the lance's light in her hand for support—she executed them all perfectly, yet it only kept her from falling into a disadvantageous position.

But she had undoubtedly been pushed onto the back foot. She was the disadvantaged side now. If a powerful attack bombarded the Holy City—or rather, the Tower of the End, the true body of the Holy Lance—then her defeat would be declared.

The power she possessed now had already reached its limit. She could not defeat these Servants, though they could not defeat her either and could only maintain their suppression of her.

But Ozymandias was still outside. If he seized the opportunity to use Ten consecutive Great Lightning Orbs against the Holy Lance's true body, then the Holy Extermination would end here!

"If I weren't restricted by this place and could still fight using the light of nature, it wouldn't have come to this... I have to destroy or dispel this Noble Phantasm!" The Lion King cast a somewhat annoyed glance at Achilles.

If she had known this would happen, she would have destroyed this man's war spear no matter what earlier!

But it was not too late. As long as she broke this Noble Phantasm, removing its restrictions, reclaiming the omnipresent light of nature would not be a problem.

Having decided on her target, the Lion King immediately changed tactics. With a sweep of the Holy Lance, dazzling light blossomed forth. In an instant, that light transformed into hundreds of brilliant miniature Holy Lances that shot toward the Servants. The nine Servants were instantly surrounded by more than eighty of them each.

Scathach's eyelid twitched at the sight. She did not need