Round Table Fortress, the stronghold.
After being ravaged by the dragon hordes, the golem army, and the soldiers of the Mountain People, it had not been completely destroyed, but it had practically become a ruin. Damage could be seen everywhere, while raging flames and thick smoke billowed into the sky. It looked as though it had been shelled, and the air was so pungent that it seemed to carry the smell of gunpowder.
Luo Zhen and the others surged out of the underground prison and arrived outside the burning fortress, looking ahead.
There, amid a billowing cloud of dust, an army was advancing toward them.
It was, unmistakably, an army formed by the Purification Knights of the Holy City.
At the front of the army, three knights radiating extraordinary auras came galloping toward them on horseback.
Who else could they be but the Knights of the Round Table?
"Roar!"
"Roar!"
The dragons flying through the air began to roar one after another.
"Rumble...!"
The golems also gathered behind Luo Zhen and the others, standing ready for battle.
"The Holy Knights...!"
The Mountain People tightened their grips on their weapons, their faces solemn and filled with hatred.
"They appeared after all?"
Artoria〔Alter〕remained calm. As she looked at the three Knights of the Round Table leading the charge, there was not a trace of emotion in her eyes.
"The Knights of the Round Table..."
Mashu likewise tightened her grip on her shield, her expression complicated as she watched them.
Especially when she saw one of the knights, Mashu froze for a moment before biting her lip.
Compared to the two of them, Joan of Arc〔Alter〕reacted far more intensely.
"Perfect. I'll settle the score with them properly for what happened before!"
Joan of Arc〔Alter〕gritted her teeth.
Clearly, being captured by the Holy Knights