Creed of the heavens

Lu Xiao, who observed the battlefield with clairvoyance, frowned: "Tristan and Gao both took the lead in fighting on the battlefield, but I didn't see Mordred, and the knights under her command also fought on their own."

Bedivere was not surprised by this: "Mordred's command ability is already very bad, and it doesn't matter if she commands on the battlefield or not."

Relying on the powerful puppet Sphinx provided by Ramses II, the coalition forces in turn suppressed the elite knights in terms of impact.

The only two who can pose a threat to the Sphinx are Gao and Tristan.

In terms of individual combat effectiveness alone, the three Hassan together are no match for a Knight of the Round Table.

"Whoosh!"

Arash, the great Persian hero, stood up first, and launched a rain of combo strikes at Tristan, who was also using a bow, with powerful and precise arrows.

Tristan's strength attributes are not much different from Arash's, but the way they use bows and their fighting styles are completely different.

Tristan's harp bow attacks the enemy with an invisible sonic blade. It is not a solid arrow, and its range is relatively short.

Arash is a typical symbol of the orthodox archer, he can suppress the enemy's counterattack with overwhelming magical arrows.

His strong physical fitness allows him to pull the bowstring with all his strength again and again, without worrying that his body will not be able to bear the burden of excessive exertion, and the ultimate strength he can exert is better than Tristan.

"Ding Dong"

The melodious music produced by the harp bow with magic power has a strong penetrating power, and can be clearly heard even on a noisy battlefield.

The magic arrow shot by Arash was cut off by the invisible sharp blade in mid-air, without actually hurting Tristan.

However, Tristan's stamina disadvantage gradually became apparent in successive head-to-head confrontations with Arash.

Arash's firepower remained undiminished, and sheets of magical arrows struck from the distant hills like precise missiles.

Tristan's originally calm face became serious, and his half-closed eyes gradually opened.

After plucking the strong strings at an ultra-high frequency in a short period of time, Tristan's fingers were cut with bloodstains.

If this fighting style continues, Tristan will be dragged down by Arash sooner or later.

It's a sad situation, and we must find a way to find the breaking point as soon as possible.

When Arash suppressed Tristan, Lu Xiao also fulfilled his promise to find Gao who was guarding the city gate.

"Meet you again, Sun Knight Gao."

Gao dignifiedly looked at Lu Xiao, the holy sword of the sun had already begun to shine: "Mysterious Assassin, don't think that your little tricks will continue to work, this time I must be the one who wins!"

"Oh, who knows."

"buzz"

The unsheathed Immortal Slash was held high above his head by Lu Xiao, and the blood-red magic power wrapped the blade, obviously also entering the battle state.

While Gao and Tristan were being entangled by Lu Xiao and Arash respectively, the other heroic spirits headed by Fujimaru Tatsuka tore a path through the ranks of the solemn knights, aiming directly at the closed towering main entrance of the Holy Capital.

Schaka's handsome eyebrows frowned slightly, and Morgan was still not seen after the battle, which was obviously abnormal.

The top-level clairvoyance given to Scathach by the wisdom of the Demon Realm allowed her to see some fragmented pictures, and some kind of change seemed to be happening inside the holy capital.

"Infighting?"

Chapter 303 Penetrating the Gun of Death

When the decisive battle broke out outside the holy capital, the interior of the holy capital was still a scene of peace and tranquility.

A large number of crops are planted in the fertile soil blessed by the Holy Lance, and hard-working farmers get up early in the morning to water and fertilize the crops.

The bakery in the city gets the freshly harvested wheat and starts the mill to start the day's work. The strong smell of wheat gradually spreads in the holy capital as the bakery workers work.

The smell of bread stimulated the residents of all walks of life in the city, and the peaceful life of the holy city began day after day.

Due to the effect of the defensive barrier, the residents of the Holy City living in the city can't hear the sound of killing outside the city at all. They have long forgotten that they were once a member struggling to survive in the wilderness, and they have completely integrated into the peace of the Holy City. in life.

Morgan stood on the top of the Star Observation Building in the Royal City and looked down. Only 500 residents of the Holy City formed a complete miniature world, and the residents worked hard in their respective roles.

No strife, no suffering.

Although the number of residents is small, from the outside, life in the Holy City does look like an ideal land dreamed by King Arthur.

Morgan's veil was lifted by the passing breeze, revealing a beautiful appearance that was at least 8 points similar to that of an adult Artoria.

Compared with the cold and indifferent Lion King, Morgan looked more like a human being with all kinds of emotions and six desires. She looked at the miniature utopia in the city, and a complex look flashed in her eyes.

"Artoria, is this what you want? A false prosperity with only 500 people left?"

"No, that's not your style."

"If it were the real you, you would never give up on the thousands of people outside the city. You would rather break the ideal life of these 500 people and try to save all the people within your reach."

"Stupid, stubborn, self-satisfied idealist, but this kind of you is the king of knights who is praised by all people, and King Arthur of Camelot who has left a lot of legends."

Mordred, standing behind her, scratched his head incomprehensibly at Morgan's low murmur.

In Mordred's memory, her mother was always planning how to seize the throne of "Father King".

She had never seen Morgan in such a peaceful state before.

"Mom, what are we going to do?"

Mordred looked at Morgan's back with vigilant eyes: "Let's say it first, I will never betray my father again, if you want me to act as an insider to overthrow my father's rule, please excuse me, I will definitely not assist you."

"Ah"

Withdrawing his gaze overlooking the holy city of Camelot, Morgan turned his head and explained to Mordred with a half-smile: "Don't worry, I won't let you do the same thing again."

"This time, we want to bring back the real King Arthur, not this incarnation of the Holy Lance that only has the body of Artoria."

The pictures seen by Scathach's clairvoyance are some fragments that may happen in the future. These pictures do not necessarily happen. According to the different choices of the parties, the situation may turn to a completely different direction.

In any case, if you want to enter the Holy City to understand the details, you must first break through this solid door like a wall of sighs.

The gate of the holy capital was originally blessed by the holy spear of the Lion King, and it was extremely strong. Only a benevolent attack without malice could break the gate's defense.

After Morgan was summoned, the gate was further strengthened by magic. Not only was its firmness increased again, but attacks that could not break through the gate would also suffer backlash damage from the magic barrier.

"drink!"

Sanzang's tentative palm of mercy hit the gate of the holy capital, but there was no response. It was as if solid magic thorns bloomed wantonly when Sanzang touched the gate.

"Pain Pain!"