As the man with the highest defensive strength among the Knights of the Round Table, he made a judgment in that instant that was consistent with his character.
A horizontal sword.
Hard connection.
Carnwennan's sword burned with a crimson light in the artificial sun's glow. Gawain gripped the sword with both hands, holding it horizontally in front of him, his feet planted firmly in the ground, and all the muscles in his body tensed to their limit in an instant.
The armor he wore emitted a golden protective light, enveloping his entire body.
The power of [ Nightless ] blessing was operating at full capacity at this moment, pushing his physical parameters to the maximum value of Numeral of the Saint.
Then the tail fell down.
boom!
The sound came a beat late.
Gawain's body lifted off the ground the instant it touched the tail.
It shot out of the open ground like a cannonball, tracing a straight trajectory, and crashed directly into the city wall of the Holy City.
The city wall itself was completely undamaged; it was a structure reinforced by the Holy Lance, and the aftershocks of Leviathan's tail couldn't touch it at all.
But Gawain wasn't so lucky.
The armor on her chest shattered.
The Carnwennan slipped from his grasp and clattered into the ground below.
Gawain suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, dripping down his chin onto the shattered armor.
The sound of bones breaking came from his chest.
But he is still alive.
And his wound is already healing.
The continuous solar blessing provided by the [ Nightless ] blessing allows his regeneration speed to far exceed that of ordinary people.
The shattered ribs began to realign, the damaged internal organs repaired themselves, and even the fragments of the breastplate were slowly reassembling.
He only needs a dozen seconds to recover to a state where he can continue fighting.
But Leviathan wasn't going to give him those ten seconds.
The golden pupils locked onto the tiny figure embedded in the city wall, and Leviathan swooped down.
Its enormous body crashed towards the city wall with overwhelming force.
It opened its mouth.
The moment its mouth opened, a stream of chaotic-colored air gushed out from its mouth.
It wants to eat him.
This little thing was able to withstand a tail strike from Leviathan and still survive; in Leviathan's mind, it was already qualified to be its food.
Being devoured by Leviathan is, in a way, a form of recognition.
" Gawain!" Tristan's voice came from afar.
The strings of the harp bow are released at the same moment.
" Failnaught--!"
A silver arrow shot from the bowstring, striking Leviathan precisely in the right eye—the spot Tristan had located with his Clairvoyance and which he believed was most likely to cause the damage.
The arrow struck the crimson pupil.
Then it bounced off.
It couldn't even scratch the surface of Leviathan's eyeball.
Tristan's fingers froze for a moment.
"... This is truly sad."
Mordred didn't have as many feelings Tristan.
"Clarent--!!"
A crimson light erupted from the Clarent, Mordred transformed into a red meteor, charging towards Leviathan's head from the side.
The Knight of Rebellion's crimson lightning, carrying destructive power capable of piercing city walls, struck Leviathan's jaw hard.
A loud clang of metal colliding.
Mordred was thrown back by the recoil, tumbling three times in the air before regaining his footing, his feet leaving two deep furrows in the ground.
She glanced down at her royal sword.
"Are you kidding me?"
Two Noble Phantasm -level attacks.
One shot to the eye, one shot to the head.
The total damage dealt to Leviathan was zero.
Leviathan wasn't even distracted by Tristan and Mordred.
Its attention was completely focused on Gawain on the city wall, and its massive body continued to swoop down towards the wall.
Then, the sky brightened.
Mayuri raised her head.
She saw it.
Directly above Leviathan, a golden point of light appeared out of thin air in the sky.
The light spot expanded into a cone-shaped structure in a very short time.
Countless golden energy threads wove together to form a huge, rotating, golden cone-shaped energy body.
Inside that cone-shaped object were energy fluctuations that instinctively alerted Mayuri's Spirit Origin.
The Holy Lance.
Rhongomyniad.
The Lion King was still riding his white horse, holding a gun in his right hand with the tip pointing to the sky.
Then the golden cone-shaped energy object fell from the sky.
Top to bottom.
It was driven straight into Leviathan's back.
The whole world turned golden in that instant.
The shockwave of energy spread outward from Leviathan's back, and the ground cracked where the shockwave passed, with cracks extending in all directions like a spider web.
The arrows, rocks, and debris remaining on the open ground were all blown away by the blast wave.
Leviathan's body was pinned to the ground from the sky by a golden pillar of energy.
Its enormous body crashed onto the open ground, raising a cloud of dust that blotted out the sky.
The ground sank under its weight, forming a huge crater.
The rumbling sound lasted for nearly ten seconds before gradually dissipating.
The sand and dust slowly settled.
Mayuri stood at the edge of the sandstorm, her crimson eyes narrowing.
She heard Leviathan's voice.
Moreover, it was a low moan tinged with pain.
The only saving grace was that almost all of the attack's power was concentrated on Leviathan, and the damage it caused to the outside world was not too great.
If that golden beam of light had deviated even slightly, the refugees who hadn't run very far would likely have all perished in the aftershocks.
In the distance, Ritsuka Fujimaru was desperately pulling an old man towards the sand dunes.
Mash held up her shield, protecting the rear of the refugee column. The phantom image of the cross-shaped shield, seemingly unfolded, blocked the flying pebbles and dust.
Lucius was also helping. His silver prosthetic arm supported a child who had fallen to the ground, while his other hand pulled the child's mother forward.
His hood had long since fallen off, his long silver hair was flying in the wind, and his armor was fully exposed, but no one cared about his identity now.
The sandstorm has subsided.
Leviathan lay in the enormous crater.
A huge wound appeared on its back.
Golden energy lingered at the edges of the wound, like the marks left by a burn.
The dark purple scales shattered and fell off at the wound, revealing the deep red muscle tissue underneath.
The wound is about two or three meters deep.
This wound, in relation to Leviathan as a whole, is like a cut on a human arm.
It's not particularly serious.
but.
pain.
Leviathan hadn't felt pain for a very, very long time.
When was the last time I felt this level of pain?
It thought for a moment.
I can't remember.
Leviathan climbed out of the crater.
Its enormous body slowly rose, supporting itself on its forelimbs, with golden energy fragments still remaining on its dark purple scales.
It raised its head.
Then he let out a roar.
This roar was different from the one he made when he first appeared.
Wrath.
Pure, abyssal, Wrath from the very depths of a doomsday behemoth's instincts.
The air was torn apart by the roar, and the sound waves spread outwards visibly, like rings of transparent shockwaves.
The walls of the Holy City trembled slightly from the sound waves. Although they were not damaged, the remaining knights on the walls all covered their ears, and several of them even fell off the walls.
Leviathan's golden eyes turned towards the Lion King.
It remembered this grudge.
Mayuri stood at a distance, looking up at the huge wound on Leviathan's back.
Her expression finally changed, showing a hint of surprise.
"They actually managed to hurt Leviathan."
She murmured to herself.
Nine's crimson eyes looked at the Lion King riding a white horse.
It seems that the gun the other side has is much more troublesome than expected.