BOOM!!!
A deafening hum erupted at the foot of the city wall, while nearly everyone else cleared a path for Percival.
The Holy City's walls were incredibly durable. Even with an Anti-Fortress Noble Phantasm like Percival's, blasting them open was unrealistic.
The light faded and the roar subsided. The Holy City's wall had indeed been damaged, but the breach... seemed rather small?
Not only Percival—everyone fighting on the western battlefield wore grave expressions.
What had their plan been?
To blast through the wall and enter the Holy City directly, fighting these wyvern riders in the streets. In urban combat, the wyverns—their greatest advantage—would instead become a hindrance. The same was true of cavalry, or rather, wyvern riders could be considered a type of cavalry as well.
Like the wyverns, the Sphinxes rose into the sky, using their enormous bodies and magical power to battle them. Aside from the battlefield where the dragons were present, they held the overall advantage.
Percival could not possibly unleash his Noble Phantasm a second time anytime soon, so now it depended on Tawara Tōta.
Among them all, only his and Percival's Noble Phantasms could inflict enough damage on that beautiful but damned wall.
But for an Archer to successfully unleash his Noble Phantasm and hit the target amidst such a chaotic battlefield was not as easy as it had been for Percival.
At the very least, they needed to eliminate some of the enemy forces first.
Cursed Arm Hassan had already unsealed his wrist. Hassan of the Hundred Faces had split off all of her personas, while a faint but lethal mist of poison drifted around Hassan of Serenity.
Hassan of the Hundred Faces and Hassan of Serenity were both fighting large groups of enemy soldiers. Cursed Arm Hassan, meanwhile, was fighting alongside Bedivere against