Xuanzang sent the Holy City's gates flying with a single palm strike, and the price was—
her own Spirit Origin.
A Spirit Origin had never been something one could cast aside lightly, but if it was for a certain conviction, then such a sacrifice was worth it.
She and Fujimaru Ritsuka were bound by fate. She knew that better than anyone.
And in this war, victory truly would be impossible without making some sacrifices.
The walls around the main gate were several times thicker than those elsewhere. Trying to blast through them with sheer destructive force would probably be even harder than breaking through the gate itself.
"Miss Xuanzang." Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the place where Xuanzang had vanished, sorrow in his eyes, but—
He looked at Mash and smiled. "Since Miss Xuanzang said we would meet again, then we definitely will."
"Yes, Miss Xuanzang will definitely come to Chaldea." Mash froze for a moment, then nodded as well.
"Save the chatting for later. There are still quite a lot of troops ahead," Hans Christian Andersen said, looking at the scene beyond the gates, a bead of cold sweat running down his forehead.
There were not many soldiers inside the city, but nearly every one of them was no ordinary knight. They were far more powerful Purge Knights, and every Purge Knight rode atop a dragon.
Moreover, several enormous dragons could be seen circling above the center of the Holy City, glaring in their direction.
"Finish this quickly. Don't waste time—head straight for the center!" Fujimaru Ritsuka cast aside his sorrow and gave the order to everyone.
They had come this far. A swift battle was what mattered most!
"...Gawain is dead as well." The Lion King's expression remained utterly blank, and her words carried only indifference.
Agravain knelt before