The Holy Lance Rhongomyniad / A Barrage of Rockets

Mephistopheles and his group were on their way to the Holy City, and they were now moving much faster than before. Their shared goal was to resolve the current problems of the world as quickly as possible.

Although the world's history has been revised so that the dead will be resurrected, it is still very uncomfortable to see ordinary people being killed like this.

Just then, Mephistopheles suddenly sensed something and couldn't help but raise his head.

"Look everyone, what's that in the sky?!" Mash Kyrielight pointed to the sky and shouted loudly to everyone.

At that moment, everyone saw what was happening in the sky: endless dark clouds that obscured the heavens. But in one place, the clouds were torn open, and through the huge gaping hole, a halo of light could be seen stretching across the azure sky—a creation of Goetia.

However, what was attracting everyone's attention now was not Goetia's aura, but a huge spearhead radiating golden light. That golden spear, which had gathered immense power, was actually smashing down towards the ground!

Its target was the village that Mephistopheles and the others had seen when they left!

That was an attack imbued with divine power; it could easily alter the terrain and evaporate mountains!

If this attack hits the village below, the entire village will be wiped out, everything will be reduced to ashes, and no remains will be left!

"This is the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad!" Medea's eyes widened slightly as she immediately recognized the nature of the attack that had descended from the sky. This also caused Bedivere's expression to change drastically. "This is the King's attack!"

His statement is perfectly correct. The Holy Lance Rhongomyniad is in King Arthur's hands, and the one currently using the Holy Lance to attack is naturally the Lion King Artoria, who has already become a god!

Mash Kyrielight and Ritsuka Fujimaru's expressions also turned serious. Even though they knew Mephistopheles was exceptionally powerful, they could still sense the immense power contained in the thing in the sky. It was so powerful that it was almost impossible to tell whether Mephistopheles was stronger or the Holy Lance beam that was now crashing down was stronger.

The hot winds of the Gobi Desert suddenly stopped, then began to blow even more violently, like a raging tornado about to appear.

The Mephistopheles cashmere trench coat billowed sharply in the heat, its double-breasted silver buttons reflecting a cold light as he tilted his head back.

The four-colored symbols on the lining had begun to operate, and the magic of the four elements converged. A cold glint flashed in Mephistopheles's eyes.

As he looked up, he heard a cracking sound as if his bones were dislocating—this was dynamic vision beyond human limits forcibly tracking the celestial anomaly. In an instant, he had already activated the technique, making his strength and reaction speed more than ten times that of an ordinary person.

Mash Kyrielight's right forearm muscles twitched slightly as she held up the shield. The shield hadn't even come into contact with any attack yet, but the raging air was already reacting to the immense pressure of the Holy Lance!

Even before the Holy Lance hit the ground, the immense magical power and violent air pressure it brought had already had a huge impact on the surrounding area. If this continued, even humans made of flesh and blood would be crushed to death by the air pressure!

If such a thing were to happen, the person struck by that blow would suffer immense pain upon death!

"Medea, it's up to you!" Mephistopheles said, raising his right hand.

He wasn't afraid of the attack, but the shockwave generated when countering it would be huge, and it would still affect the ordinary people below.

Medea saw through Mephistopheles's thoughts, smiled and nodded, then raised her hands. In an instant, a huge True Magic circle appeared around her. Then, the True Magic circle rapidly expanded, turning into a light purple film that enveloped the Holy Lance and also covered the distant village.

With the appearance of this membrane, the oppressive, suffocating atmosphere in the air finally disappeared, and everything seemed to return to calm.

However, even through the membrane, one could still see the Holy Lance attacking from the sky, which was constantly approaching. If the Holy Lance hit directly, this membrane would certainly not be able to withstand it.

But Medea knew she didn't need to withstand the attack herself; Mephistopheles could handle dealing with the Holy Lance's attacks.

Before him, the golden Grimoire shone brightly, and the mythical power contained within it manifested itself—a torrent of lightning!

Lightning roared, and massive bolts of lightning gathered within the dark clouds in the sky. These bolts struck down instantly and coalesced in Mephistopheles's hand.

That was the lightning of the God-King, the lightning of judgment containing the power of the chief god, the supreme lightning capable of annihilating everything!

These bolts of lightning coalesced in Mephistopheles's hand into a long spear of lightning. Then, Mephistopheles aimed at the Holy Lance falling from the sky and, as if throwing a javelin, hurled the spear of lightning.

"Boom!"

In that instant, the lightning spear flew out at a speed exceeding the speed of sound, creating shockwaves that rippled through the space, causing it to groan in agony.

"Boom!"

With a deafening roar, the massive body of the Holy Lance collided with the small lightning spear thrown by Mephistopheles, triggering a violent explosion. A dazzling light appeared in the air, as if a sun had suddenly appeared.

Within that light, the Holy Lance slowly rotated, began to unravel like a rope, and then gradually disappeared.

The Lion King's Noble Phantasm attack was blocked by Mephistopheles.

This caused everyone to cheer, and even the refugees who were heading towards the village shouted their thanks to the gods for their salvation.

But soon, they were met with a new kind of despair.

As far as the crowd could see, the sky at the edge of their vision resembled a parchment torn open by a deity, with the golden tip of the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad slowly piercing through the clouds and pressing down.

The clouds it touched did not dissipate, but instead vaporized directly into purple plasma, forming a spiral rainbow around the gun.

That was the second one, and there was a third one too. Two Holy Lance were pressing down, bringing an even stronger pressure than the first one!

The air is mournful!

Even the world is lamenting!

Above the village, a dozen kilometers away, the atmospheric pressure was increasing exponentially. The first to collapse were the poor birds—their eyeballs ruptured inside their skulls, and blood gushed out in a mist from between their scales. After all, they were flying too high, leaving them without the protection of Medea's barrier.

If it were just one weapon, Medea wouldn't be worried at all, but now that there are two, Medea asked, "Do you need any help?"

Mephistopheles smiled and shook his head, "No need!"

The True Magic incantation in the Grimoire was activated once again. With the flow of magic within Mephistopheles's body, it drew upon the legendary power of Zeus, transforming once more into a spear crackling with lightning in Mephistopheles's hands!

And there were two of them!

Mephistopheles strode forward and hurled the first spear, then picked up the second, aimed at the other Holy Lance in the sky, and hurled it as well!

The two lightning spears struck their targets one after the other, causing a violent explosion. The shockwave rippled through the area, spreading in all directions with both ruthlessness and fairness!

But soon, a third lightning spear appeared, and it suddenly exploded about a few hundred meters away from the first two.

The explosive power of this lightning spear was very low, extremely low; compared to other weapons, it was perhaps only half as powerful, or even less.

However, thanks to the impact of this explosion, most of the original impact from the explosion of the two Holy Lance was neutralized. Even when the remaining impact struck Medea's protective barrier, it only caused faint ripples and had no effect whatsoever.

"This maneuver... it's somewhat like reactive armor!" Ritsuka Fujimaru immediately understood Mephistopheles's reasoning, and Mephistopheles nodded slightly, smiling, "As expected of you, so clever!"

Although he was communicating with Ritsuka Fujimaru, Mephistopheles did not let his guard down. Looking at the sky, he could continuously use the Noble Phantasm, the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad, for long-range light attacks. Moreover, he had fired two shots the second time. Therefore, it was highly likely that he could fire three or even four shots in succession.

If our group goes there now, and the enemy continues their attack, everyone here will likely be wiped out.

The safest way right now is probably...

Mephistopheles pondered for a moment, then looked at Mash Kyrielight and Ritsuka Fujimaru.

"Ritsuka, you and Mash Kyrielight stay here and guard, along with the others. Use the barrier for protection, and Mash Kyrielight's shield will also provide protection. As for you, Ritsuka, remember to use your full strength. By utilizing the power of the Heavenly Cloud Sword, you can also neutralize the Holy Lance's attack."

Ritsuka Fujimaru understood Mephistopheles's plan. "You plan to storm in alone, reach the Holy City as quickly as possible, and take care of the Lion King?"

"That's right!" Mephistopheles nodded, then looked at Bedivere beside him. "You can come with me. I can fly with someone; it's no problem for me."

Bedivere was in immense pain when he saw the Lion King attack ordinary people with such power without hesitation. He knew he had no right to stop Mephistopheles, and could only hope to get there in time or give him his arm.

But upon hearing Mephistopheles's invitation, he paused for half a second before immediately nodding in agreement, looking at Mephistopheles with great gratitude. "Thank you, Mr. Mephistopheles!"

"It's alright. I was just thinking that this is your destiny, the Lion King's destiny. The matter between the two of you really needs to be resolved this way. If you can't resolve it, then I'll take action."

As he spoke, he looked at Medea and said, "I'm sorry, I can only ask you for help this time."

"Don't worry, I know my job is important, these people will be fine." Medea smiled and gently nudged Black Jeanne. "Then I'll be entrusting you with being my personal bodyguard."

Black Jeanne laughed, a confident laugh, "Don't worry, as long as I'm alive, no one can hurt you!"

Seeing that everyone was willing to cooperate, Mephistopheles grabbed Bedivere, and at that moment, the flight spell was activated. He took off and flew through the barrier set up by Medea, rushing into the clouds at an extremely fast speed.

"Flying this high?" Bedivere looked at the height in surprise. The people on the ground had been reduced to tiny grains of rice. He had originally thought that the flight method relied on some kind of Magecraft and that the flight height might be limited. But now, judging from the situation, it was more powerful than many flying Noble Phantasm.

Then, in that instant, Mephistopheles broke the speed of sound, leaving a long trail in the air.

"W-Is this your Magecraft?!" Even with his composure, Bedivere was speechless with astonishment.

"It's True Magic, not Magecraft!" Mephistopheles shouted, explaining to the other person. "Do you want to learn? I can teach you!"

"No, no need, thank you!" Bedivere shook his head, but still asked again in surprise, "It's True Magic?!"

True Magic is something almost unthinkable. Even Merlin probably wouldn't dare say he knows a lot of True Magic.

"Was the one you used against the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad also True Magic?"

"Yes, it's True Magic. It imitates the lightning of Zeus, the king of the gods in Greece mythology. Because it's Zeus from mythology, the power and concept it imitates are actually much stronger than the original Zeus," Mephistopheles carefully continued to explain.

"Zeus from mythology? You mean, you've seen the real Zeus?" Bedivere grew increasingly astonished. If this man had truly seen the king of the gods, Zeus, then who was he?

After all, the other party clearly appears to be a human, not a Heroic Spirit. There's no possibility of a demigod hero with divine blood being summoned during the Age of Age of Gods. But in this era, how could divine blood still exist in the world?

Could it be that, like himself and King Arthur, he is also an ancient person who has remained in this era due to some special reason?

"Don't overthink it. I'm a human from the future. I just traveled through time to the Age of Gods in Greece for some reason, so I've met the Greece gods." Mephistopheles saw the doubt in Bedivere's mind and explained a little.

Just then, a beam of light suddenly appeared in the distance—a dazzling golden light—and it was hurtling straight toward them!

"That was an attack from the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad?!"

"That's right, just as I thought. Although it looks like it suddenly appears from above from the ground, the Holy Lance's attack actually goes through a process of being launched from the attacker, rising into the air, flying in a high-altitude orbit, and finally penetrating again."

Mephistopheles laughed and flung Bedivere away. Bedivere stared wide-eyed, the wind howling in his ears, his mind blank for a moment.

He was thrown out by Mephistopheles tens of thousands of meters in the air?!

Then he saw lightning reappear in Mephistopheles's hand, and a lightning spear was thrown out, hurtling towards the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad in front of him!

Chapter 209 Fire Arrow Downpour

The Holy Lance Rhongomyniad indeed powerful, and the being who wields this weapon and launches the attack is a god walking among mortals. Its magical power is naturally incomparable to that of ordinary Heroic Spirit, so this attack can be described as continuous.

Without Mephistopheles, someone would have absolutely had to sacrifice themselves to stop this attack, but because of Mephistopheles, the attack is now much less effective.

Thor's spear roared through the air, causing thunderstorms in the clouds below, and even more lightning bolts gathered from these clouds and entered the spear that had been thrown out.

The moment the two weapons collided, a fierce wind raged, caused by the shockwave resulting from the air being compressed and dispersed by the powerful energy. This strike directly created a cloudless area spanning tens of kilometers in the high sky, so clear and clean that the azure sky could be seen clearly at that moment.

Bedivere felt the "exhilaration" of rapidly falling from a great height. This exhilaration caused his adrenaline to surge wildly, keeping his brain incredibly clear-headed, so clear-headed that he could already imagine himself turning into mincemeat upon hitting the ground.

However, after seeing Mephistopheles use his Thunder Spear to shatter the attack of the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad, he had to admit that sacrificing himself to counter Holy Lance Rhongomyniad's attack was the right choice.

So, although he knew he might really die this time, Bedivere had no complaints. Instead, he looked at his right arm, grabbed it with his left hand, and tried to pull it off and throw it to the guy named Mephistopheles.

Perhaps he is the one who can truly bring peace back to King Arthur!

Just then, he suddenly felt a darkness before his eyes, followed by a bright light, and he was caught and sent flying forward.

"Was it fun to fall from such a height?" Mephistopheles asked with a smile, holding onto Bedivere. "If you found it exciting, I think you could try skydiving after you become Heroic Spirit and are summoned. It's a lot of fun."

Bedivere forced a smile, "No, no need!"

Such a stimulating experience is best enjoyed only once; doing it too often is really bad for your heart.

"Really not interested? Skydiving is a fantastic sport!" Mephistopheles continued his pitch, secretly amused by Bedivere's displeasure, before stopping.

His flight speed was extremely fast, and combined with the direction from which the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad had attacked, he had a clearer understanding of the exact location of the target city.

The Sun Temple had risen into the air, transforming into a mobile fortress, and Ramses II and Nitocris, the Temple's masters, were gazing into the distance.

Both of them clearly saw the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad attack the innocent village.

Naturally, they saw clearly what happened next.

"This is quite an unexpected development," Ramses II chuckled, crossing his legs and gazing into the distance. "I originally thought he would use a power related to angels, but the power he uses is actually closer to Zeus."

Nitocris also looked puzzled. "I feel that the power within that lightning spear seems to be even more complex than Zeus's own power."

"Yes, indeed. Although it resembles the power of Zeus, it is also somewhat different, incorporating different concepts. Compared to the original Zeus, this lightning power is closer to perfection."

Ramses II agreed with Nitocris's analysis. He maneuvered the Temple forward slowly and continued, "He can still fly, and he moves very fast. He can easily deal with the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad's attack while flying. Perhaps this matter will end sooner than we initially expected. Time is running out for the Lion King."

At this moment, Ramses II appeared extremely confident. He even glanced to the side and said, "Come out."

A dark yet towering figure appeared in the shadows—it was Hassan, the Old Man of the Mountain, who represented the concept of death!

The Grand- rank assassin looked at Ramses II and said in a deep voice, "What are your plans?"

"I've only decided to watch the show. If he needs help, I will step in. This world truly deserves to be saved, and he has the ability. Now it seems he doesn't need my help." Ramses II finished speaking, then asked in return, "And you? The Assassin Grand Servant!"

The Old Man of the Mountain spoke, "I will observe you all, including you, and also Mephistopheles."

His hoarse voice sounded incredibly steady. He had also seen what was happening in the distance. When the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad came crashing down, if it weren't for Mephistopheles and the others intercepting it, he would have already planned to take action himself in that critical moment.

Fortunately, the attack of the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad was blocked by those people, and they seemed to be doing so without any pressure.

This also made the Old Man of the Mountain relax. Just like Ramses II, the stronger Chaldea became, the less responsibility he, as someone who came to Human Order up their messes, had to bear. As a result, he naturally became more and more relaxed.

This kind of work felt like a vacation, and even the indifferent Old Man of the Mountain and the leader of the assassins found it very comforting.