In Type-Moon, it all starts with adopting Sakura.

They are all enemies that Kai has killed, and they are also the path that Kai has walked. They have all been materialized at this moment.

Throughout his life until his death, Kai had no holy sword, no elf's favor, no god's blessing, and was even one of the least noticeable knights. But this did not mean that he was content with mediocrity. On the contrary, his experiences were in no way inferior to those of knights like Gawain and Lancelot.

This Noble Phantasm is a Reality Marble forged from his indomitable will and resentment, a Reality Marble that allows him to overcome stronger opponents. However, compared to Caster, who also possesses a Reality Marble, his Reality Marble has a major flaw: its capture distance and range.

His Reality Marble can only capture one enemy at a time, and it must be the enemy he touches. It lasts for five seconds to complete the coverage. This is also his biggest strategy, and a major reason why Lancelot agreed to let him face Gawain.

Since he's virtually invincible under the sun, and thanks to the Lion King's blessing he'll forever possess the sun, the only solution is to bring him to his own territory. The only chance to drag Gawain into his barrier is during the moment when Gawain's Noble Phantasm is vulnerable. That's why he keeps provoking him, forcing him to use his Noble Phantasm, and then pulling him into it at the last second.

"Now, welcome to the world of men, Gawain."

Kai said with a smile tinged with blood.

"That's truly remarkable. Was Percival's reluctance to engage in direct combat a deliberate attempt to create an opportunity for you?"

Gao Wen also realized what was happening at that moment.

"That's right, this is the moment we've been waiting for."

"I see."

Gawain readjusted his stance and once again aimed his holy sword at Kai.

"It's pointless. In your current state, even without the Sun Wheel, you are no match for me."

"Well, it's actually over."

Kai merely smiled dismissively at Gao Wen's words.

"Without you, the outer city gates would have been completely infiltrated by Percival and his army long ago. Even if you went out, you couldn't change anything, could you?"

"..."

Gawain gripped his sword but did not answer.

His immediate priority is to kill Kai and then go out to stop more people from flooding into the city.

"Don't be so hasty, Gawain. I just said, you're dead, Gawain, and so am I."

"Once you enter this inherent barrier, there will be no other outcome."

As soon as he finished speaking, Kai flicked his finger, and countless steel chains appeared on him and Gawain simultaneously. The ground beneath their feet transformed into countless blades, and at the ends of the two chains was a huge shackle that instantly bound Gawain and Kai tightly together. These chains quickly spread throughout the entire battlefield, weaving the sky and the earth into an impenetrable net.

Splash! Splash!

The moment he was entangled in the chains, Gawain felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar of absolute zero. It wasn't until he mustered his willpower that he regained sensation in his limbs.

"What exactly is this?"

Gawain had a bad feeling.

"You are the strongest knight under the sun, but in my dueling arena, you and I are both prisoners of a death match."

"As for the specific abilities of this barrier..."

Kai gave Gawain a hearty smile, and then, to demonstrate the power of this Reality Marble, he didn't hesitate to cut off one of his own arms.

Snap!

As the sound of flesh being severed rang out, blood gushed out instantly. Gawain's eyes widened in agony as he realized that the instant Kai severed his arm, his own arm had also been severed by an invisible force.

"Ugh—!!"

The sudden, excruciating pain caused Gawain to instinctively let out a cry of agony, but the next moment, the chains binding him suddenly turned bright red and began to extend infinitely, forcefully pulling his severed arm back to its original position and reconnecting it to his wound without leaving any scar, as if nothing had ever happened.

Similarly, the same applies to Kai's severed arm.

"What on earth is going on?!"

Startled by this scene, Gawain's pupils widened as he stared in disbelief at the other person who, despite enduring such pain, did not scream but instead became increasingly excited and happy.

After all, this was the first time he had truly harmed Gawain.

Kai was, of course, extremely happy.

"Let me explain it simply. The ability of this barrier is very simple. After entering the barrier, you and I, who are connected by chains, will enter a state of shared magic and life. As long as we are in this state, no matter who is injured, the wound will be healed instantly. However, the pain and life consumption will be forcibly shared until we have hurt each other to the point of exhaustion and die together. That is why, as I said, you and I are doomed to die this time."

"I've roughly calculated our lifespan and magic power; it'll probably end if we die together about seven hundred times. So, Gawain, savor the pain those you've killed have endured!"

As Kai spoke, he smiled and chopped off his own head.

In an instant, to Gawain's shocked gaze, two round heads flew out of the barrier together, and warm blood began to splatter once again, staining the steel jungle beneath their feet red.

This is a world that belongs to men.

Chapter 215 Let's Keep Moving Forward

The wide-open city gates already caused panic among the soldiers on the outskirts of Camelot.

They could have prevented the army from infiltrating thanks to Gawain's terrifying fighting prowess, but now...

The disappearance of Gawain and Kai dealt a final blow to these ordinary soldiers who were fighting bravely on the outer battlefields. At this moment, their last pillar of support had finally vanished.

In their view, the final outcome was already obvious: Sir Kay had died along with Gawain!

The Mountain People, who were originally blocked by Gawain and unable to enter the city, were moved to tears by this scene. They felt immense grief and sorrow for Kai's death, but their steps did not stop. Instead, they began to pour into the city and head to their battlefield.

Kai's sacrifice did not mean the end of the war. They still had their own path to continue. Therefore, the morale of the mountain people was once again greatly boosted. Cheers and shouts of battle shook the heavens and the earth.

On the other hand...

After witnessing Gawain's disappearance, the Camelot soldiers, who also believed Gawain was dead, despairingly released their weapons, sat on the ground, and kept muttering to themselves.

"No, no, that's impossible! How could Knight Gawain possibly lose?"

"This can't be real, this can't be real!!"

"Then, Gawain is dead, how are we supposed to hold off this enemy army? How are we supposed to defend ourselves?!"

Wailing cries filled the air, and a pessimistic atmosphere, like a forest fire spreading, permeated the entire outer flank of the army.

Those soldiers who had not gathered at the foot of the holy city out of their own will, but only to survive, threw away their weapons, stopped their meaningless resistance or desperate cries, and then scattered and withdrew from the battlefield.

Soon, only the Cavalry Knights deployed by Agravivan remained on the outer battlefield, but even they could no longer conceal their defeat; they were utterly insignificant against the army led by Artoria.

Wielding her holy lance, she easily carved a path through the city, leading even more of her main force into the city.

"Your Majesty, Sir Kay, he has accomplished his goal. He has dragged Gawain into his barrier, and Gawain is no longer a threat. You should go in and join the Saint. I will guard this place."

At the city gate, Percival gazed at Artoria, who was leading thousands of troops while carrying a battle flag, and smiled as he quickly reported on the recent victory.

With the city gates opened and Gao Wen tied down, their side could be said to have achieved a great victory.

Without the support of mortals and with their ranks scattered, the Cavalry Knights were now easy targets. They no longer possessed the same imposing presence as before, and those iron-clad knights could be easily stopped by them.

Compared to leaving Artoria here to cover their retreat, he is undoubtedly more suitable at this moment.

Percival advised, “Your Majesty, no matter what, the enemy the Saint faces is the god of this world, and it is you. Although I firmly believe that he will lead us to final victory, the gap between man and god is too great—so please continue forward. After all, the Lion King is another version of you. You should fight alongside him in this battle.”

"I understand, Percival."

"No, it's what I should do."

Upon hearing this, Artoria stopped waving her battle flag and looked at Percival with gratitude in her eyes. The two of them chuckled in response.

Seeing the pursuing knights preparing to surround her and stop the army from pouring in, Artoria glanced at the knight in front of her and nodded slightly.

"Then I'll leave this to you."

"Your Majesty, please wait a moment..."

Just as Artoria hoisted her battle flag and ran toward the inside of the city gate, Percival suddenly called out to her at the last moment.

"what happened?"

Artoria turned around and asked, only to see Percival toss the Holy Lance in his hand to Artoria without hesitation.

"Please take this to the Sage for me. I can sense that it will be of the greatest use in the Sage's hands, rather than in mine," Percival said earnestly.

"I see."

Artoria took the Spear of Longinus and nodded solemnly. But seeing that Percival was unarmed, she handed him the flagpole she was holding and then rushed into the city without hesitation, heading to the battlefield where she was supposed to be.

After grasping the battle flag, Percival began his own work.

Next, he will take Gao Wen's place and guard the city gate alone.

However, this time the target of the restrictions has been completely reversed.

……

On the other side, Rowe, along with Lancelot and Bedivere, took the lead and entered the interior of Camelot City, followed by small groups of troops who had broken in before Gawain could react.

Camelot was initially at a huge disadvantage in the direct battle, since the fight between flesh and blood and steel is inherently unbalanced. However, with Rowe approaching and pushing open the gate, and Kay and Gawain exchanging blows one for one, the situation has now been completely reversed.

The door that was pushed open was the strongest defense on the Camelot front, and also the line of defense that Agravwen had placed high hopes on. However, it didn't even hold for a fifth of the expected time, and now the defeat of the entire city is a foregone conclusion.

Strategically, Agravan has already suffered a crushing defeat. Now, all they can do is continue to stall for time as much as possible to buy the Lion King an opportunity.

"It's really empty. Many houses have been demolished, turning it into an open space. Is it to make it easier to fight within the city?"

Lancelot drew his sword and looked at the Camelot scene before him, so different from what he remembered, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Similarly, compared to the chaotic battlefield outside, Camelot remained an idyllic haven, largely unaffected.

This time, however, they were not the explorers of the legendary ideal world, but destroyers who came to bring about its destruction.

"No, this is just to better cut off the heads of you traitors."

"—!!"

A piercingly calm sound came from the town, followed by a slight vibration in the air. Sensing the sudden approach of danger, Lancelot immediately raised his sword to defend himself, and then severed a thin, almost invisible, transparent blade less than ten centimeters from his neck.

"A sneak attack? Tristan, you... have you completely changed into this state because of the blessing of [Reversal]?"

Being suddenly attacked while speaking, Lancelot's mood was undoubtedly extremely bad at this moment.

At that moment, the culprit who had just unleashed that invisible blade swaggered out of the city.

“What will I become? It’s truly sad, Lancelot, that you would judge me like that. But no matter what I become, my loyalty will never change, something you, who have betrayed your oath time and time again, will never understand.”

"One of the Knights of the Round Table, the Sorrowful Knight whose eyes are close to his own," Tristan said.

"Even if it's wrong? Are you going to stick to it all the way, Lord Tristan?"

Upon seeing this familiar figure, Bedivere, who was following behind, finally couldn't help but speak.