Explosions, roars, clashing magical energy.
Yet none of it could shake that city wall which would never fall.
When another Holy City rose outside the Holy City, the Purging Knights froze again. Some even cried out in shock.
"How is this possible? Th-that, that, that is..."
"The H-Holy City..."
"Another one? No, that's not right. How could that be possible?"
For a moment, the Purging Knights were utterly at a loss, having no idea what to do.
The people in the real world could only shake their heads at that level of intelligence.
They looked more human, sure, but these Purging Knights being too human was not necessarily a good thing. At the very least, as disposable tools, their mental fortitude was inadequate.
Still, the commotion was indeed enormous. It was not merely the destruction caused by the clash of Noble Phantasms; the massive collision of magical energy had also drawn countless people's attention.
The camera shifted to within the Holy City. Agravain, who had been handling administrative affairs, stopped working and rose to the window. His cold gaze turned toward the city gates. With his sight, he could see the surging flames and the sight of No Night.
Then, the camera moved to the throne. The Lion King, seated upon it, slightly raised her head at that moment—but did nothing more.
To the west, in the Pharaoh's territory, Nitocris paused in surprise and looked toward Ramses II on the throne above. "Your Majesty, it should be Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others!"
Ramses II gave a hum. "This is a clash between Knights of the Round Table. The Sun Knight beneath the Lion King is venting his power."
"There is no need for concern. If they cannot even pass the trial of a mere gatekeeper, then they are unworthy of