The Lion King, seated on his white horse, raised his right hand.
It's just one finger.
He pointed his index finger at the figure with long, light golden hair at the very back of the crowd.
There were no warning signs whatsoever.
An invisible force shot out from his fingertips; it was an extension of the Holy Lance Law.
A divine power powerful enough to tear an ordinary Servant's Spirit Origin apart from within.
The force struck Mayuri.
Nothing happened.
Mayuri stood still, her pale golden hair swaying gently in the wind, her crimson eyes calmly gazing ahead, her expression unchanged in the slightest.
The Astral Dress Armor of Myriad Forms enveloped her entire body; the combat attire, composed of Spirit Power, was completely neutralized the invisible force the moment it touched her.
Not even a ripple appeared.
The Lion King's golden eyes narrowed slightly.
Mayuri tilted her head.
She only realized it belatedly when she saw the other person point at her.
Oh, so that was an attack.
"... You were the one who struck first."
Then there's no need to hold back.
A spatial rift tore open behind her.
The crack rapidly expanded from a fissure into a massive, abyss-like opening, from which darkness poured forth, accompanied by an oppressive force that made the air itself tremble.
Then it came out.
Leviathan.
A colossal beast, over 500 meters long, slowly emerged from a spatial rift and hovered above the Holy City of Camelot.
Its shadow covered the entire open space, the city walls, and all the knights on the walls.
Gawain, Tristan, and the Lion King on a white horse were all covered in front of the city gate.
The moment it appeared, Leviathan instinctively let out a roar.
It was a suppressive force that spread outward from the level of existence; it was the beast of doomsday's declaration to the world itself.
The refugees collapsed to the ground, trembling, unable to even stand up.
The hundreds of heavily armored knights on the city wall froze instantly, their bows falling to the ground, their bodies seemingly nailed to the spot, unable to make any movement.
Gawain's body stiffened for half a second.
For half a second, his legs completely lost their control; his feet seemed welded to the ground, and the blade of Carnwennan in his hand trembled slightly.
But Gawain is Gawain after all.
The artificial sun above his head suddenly emitted a dazzling halo half a second later.
The power of the [ Nightless ] blessing flowed into his limbs and bones, forcibly suppressing the tremors deep within his Spirit Origin.
He gripped Carnwennan tightly again.
Tristan recovered around the same time.
The red-haired knight's lips twitched slightly, and the strings of his harp bow tightened silently at his fingertips.
"... What a sad existence."
Lucius also recovered from his stunned state.
He stood at the edge of the refugee group, his long silver hair falling out of his hood. His cloak had been half-opened by the shockwave, revealing silver armor and a silver prosthetic arm on his left arm.
He didn't look at Leviathan.
He was watching The Lion King.
Then.
A furious roar erupted from inside the city gate.
"What the hell is this?!"
A silver-red figure rushed out of the city gate, moving so fast that it left a trail of sparks on the ground.
Mordred.
She rushed to Gawain's side, looked up at the enormous, absurd figure in the sky, and then cursed.
" Gawain, what are you doing! How could you let this thing in here!"
"I didn't let it in," Gawain said calmly.
"Who put that there!"
"The woman standing at the back."
Mordred followed Gawain's gaze and saw Mayuri standing at the edge of the open space.
She has long, light golden hair, crimson eyes, and holds a small white animal in her arms.
They appear harmless.
"That one?"
"That one."
Mordred clicked his tongue.
Three Knights of the Round Table stood side by side before the city gate, looking up at Leviathan hovering in the sky.
dignified.
Its body is 500 meters long, with dark purple scales, and the suppressive power displayed by that roar just now.
This was not any kind of Phantasmal Species they had ever seen before.
But they were Knights of the Round Table.
Fear is not a word in their vocabulary.
Gawain's gaze darkened, his short hair seeming to burn under the artificial sun's rays.
He did not hesitate.
Carnwennan was held high above his head.
The first move is Noble Phantasm.
"--The Excalibur Galatine / Excalibur Galatine."
A crimson light burst forth from the blade, but this time it wasn't a horizontal fan-shaped slash.
Gawain compressed all his energy into a straight line, narrowing the attack range and pushing the power to its limit.
A crimson beam of light shot from the ground into the sky.
It struck Leviathan squarely in the abdomen.
boom.
The beam of light struck the dark purple scales, and crimson energy scattered and splashed along the surface of the scales, like lava splashing onto an iron plate.
The smoke and dust cleared.
A charred patch appeared on Leviathan's abdomen.
That's all.
The scales were intact, without any cracks, dents, or even a single scale that had fallen off.
Gawain's pupils contracted slightly.
The Carnwennan is no ordinary weapon.
It was not forged by humans; it was crafted by fairies and shares the same origin as the legendary holy sword, only differing in form.
Of all the holy swords, Carnwennan's destructive power is among the top tier.
Moreover, that attack just now was Noble Phantasm True Name Release when the [ Nightless ] blessing was fully amplified and the Numeral of the Saint reached its maximum value.
Its power has reached A++ level.
The result was that only the surface of a few scales was scorched.
"..."
Gawain was silent for a second.
Leviathan lowered its head.
Its crimson pupils met those of the tiny creature that had just attacked it.
It had just emerged from the spatial rift, and its mood was already rather so-so.
I finally got out for some fresh air, and the first thing I did was get hit by a beam of light?
I'm unhappy.
I'm very unhappy.
Its enormous head turned towards Mayuri.
Mayuri sensed Leviathan's gaze, raised her head slightly, and nodded gently at it.
"Try not to hurt the refugees here."
"Those knights are no match for you."
Leviathan's pupils lit up.
If a behemoth over 500 meters long could exhibit the emotion of "excitement," then Leviathan would be extremely excited at this moment.
It has only three main hobbies.
Have a meal.
sleep.
fight.
Since giving those Demon God Pillar a good beating in the Grand Temple of Time, it hasn't seriously fought them again.
My daily routine consists of staying in the spatial rift; life is incredibly boring.
Now finally someone's come looking for a fight.
Leviathan set its sights on the tiny creature that had just attacked it.
Its tail moved.
Its 500-meter-long body suddenly flipped in the air, and its huge tail, like an iron whip sweeping across the sky, lashed out from the side towards Gawain's position.
An air explosion.
The sound barrier was shattered instantly, and the shockwave formed a white ring of air along the tail's trajectory. The sand and soil on the ground were already blown away by the air pressure before the tail even landed.
Gawain saw the tail.
He did not dodge.